#intro: benjamin.

[sun-snatcher]

Every now & then I forget that Haytham Kenway canonically has an entire dialogue scene with Benjamin Franklin about having sex with older women 😭

[shutupcassiopeia]

"All we really need to survive is one person who truly loves us. "

this edit has been HAUNTING my dreams since yellowjackets ended and began my Lost rewatch so i made it during flight home from college. enjoy my Lost YJ style intro :p

[nmoroder]

apart from two askblog roles i'm running currently (that being Meursault and Gregor), i also have a couple of guys in another projmoon askblog dubbed a 'horny ask'. i explained it in prev Meursault post but in a couple of words: it's an askblog made purely for having fun without any shame for your headcanons or ships or whatever. Meursault was the first role for this horny ask and i forgot to post his intro pic, though textless it's now here; Hokma is someone brand new and i'll post some stuff for him later as i translate it to eng (there's like. A Lot already.)

(for future navigation reference, my askblog tags don't have 'horny' in them and they combine posts for the same character from any askblog)

[malangelo]

"It's me, hi! 🌕" (blog intro!)

⋆୨୧ ₊ﾟthis is pretty much just a Will Solace/Magnus Chase stan account.⊹ɞ

(PJO Fanartist:3) ⋆୨୧ ₊ﾟ⛅/🐻 ⊹ɞ

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(╰┈➤ will also draw fanarts from other fandoms I love<3)

( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) : from cabin 7, daughter of Apollo ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⛅🏹🎶🎨📜.

₊˚.🗒 ≡࿔. ꜜ🕊𖠵 ៸៸﹡. ∿ 𖨌🥢༉•. Jane‘s intro.

╰┈➤🍓💌🥛: about me (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

: ̗̀➛ Jane/Mal (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

: ̗̀➛ minor! (13-15) 🍂

: ̗̀➛ Introvert, INFP-T ⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

: ̗̀➛ Pansexual, Demiromantic (any prns) 🏳️‍🌈🍥

: ̗̀➛ 🇵🇭 ♡♡

: ̗̀➛ I draw on my phone, I use my fingers to draw:3

⊹𓈒ʿʿ🏠୭𝅄᮫𓍢���𓈒⊹ֶָ֢ 𓏲🗒️ꜝֶָ֢ ʾʾ𓈒᮫. .likes ¡! ❞

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GREEK MYTHOLOGY 🔥‼️, Drawing/art, practicing the guitar, reading, books, journaling, scrapbooking, music.

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Fandoms

ღ Percy Jackson and the Olympians/ The Riordanverse 🔱🌊(books)

ღ Dream SMP/ Dream team ⛏️📚

ღ EPIC: The Musical 🪽

ღ The music freaks 🎶🎧

ღ Doki Doki literature club (haven't played it tho)📄✒️

ღ Heartstopper+Osemanverse 🍂🍁

ღ Swifties (Taylor Swift fandom) 🫶

ღ Alecgators (Alec Benjamin fandom)🌷

+ Big fan of Aimee Carty's and MICO's music (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

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[Haters DNI. Please don't interact just to hate on any of my interests/faves]

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: ̗̀➛ I haven't read the whole Riordanverse, so no spoilers please (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) .

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[trekfacility]

new season 4, bald sisko, more hair on kira, but the new updated intro song... ngl made my eyes water a bit just because i love star trek so much im overflowing with love for star trek i hope star trek content and fandom never dies its one of the things that just makes me happy every day because i believe in a star trek future!!!!!!!!!!!1

[numinovsly]

( trevante rhodes . cis male . he/him ) — blasting the thunderstruck by ac/dc down main street we’ve spotted BENJAMIN 'BENJI' BRIGGS sporting their devil-may-care smile. the thirty-six ( ninety-six ) year old DEMON who’s been in town for six months often can be seen driving around town late at night, eavesdropping, going to the gym, getting into heated debates, causing chaos, or working as a BARTENDER at SPELL & BOURBON. people say they display adroit and machiavellian traits, but we rather trust their vibes: unread text messages / confidence that could kill / an album of photos called ‘receipts.’ / jumping fences / crooked mirrors. also, we’ve heard they love HIS VINTAGE STOPWATCH COLLECTION ! aren’t they fascinating ?

basic information:

full name: benjamin malcom briggs.

nickname: benji, ben.

age: thirty-six. ( ninety-six )

pronouns: he / him.

sexuality: bisexual.

birthplace: brooklyn, new york.

birthday: tbd.

zodiac: tbd.

occupation: bartender @ spell & bourbon.

languages spoken: english, french, spanish.

accent: american, new york accent.

likes:

dislikes:

physical traits & appearance:

height: 6'0.

build: muscular.

hair color: black.

eye color: dark brown.

tattoos: tbd.

piercings: two in each ear lobe, one helix in right ear.

scars: most of his scars are small & came from him being rowdy as a child, they are scattered all over his arms, chest & legs. his most noticeable scar, however, is the burn scar on his left arm which he got trying to enter the building where his sister was trapped in a fire.

backstory:

tw: fire, alcohol, drug usage, death via a deal with a demon, brief mention of torture.

ah benjamin, you've gone through centuries of deceit, trauma, pain & torture. you don't remember a few of those centuries & trust me — be glad that you don't. your life was so simple when you were younger, born to two young & in love people, your grandmother watching over you and your twin as if she was your mother. your parents loved you, don't get me wrong, but they were young & incredibly full of life, wanting to chase the next best thing … they knew that was no place for a child, trusting your grandmother to keep you & your sister in line whenever they were gone. which she did, she raised you two as if you were her own children, making you both homemade meals that she swore would make you grow up to be big & strong, making sure that your life had absolutely no struggle or worries, she also made sure that you ( not so much your sister ) never got into too much trouble, always reprimanding you when you even so much as put one toe out of line. always reminding you that you were the older sibling ( even if it was only by a few minutes ) & that you needed to be a good example for your sister. you respected that though, knew that it wasn't her job to raise you, knew that she was doing everything she did for the two of you out of the kindness of her heart & you made sure your grandma would always be proud of you no matter what you did.

sure, that will to make sure you were doing everything right started to dissipate with age, wanting to roam & explore all that brooklyn had to offer you as a teenager — you'd climb out of your bedroom window at night, using the fire escape to get into the alleyway behind your grandmother's apartment & from then on? your life & the way you viewed things changed drastically. though, it was never fully in a 'bad' sense of the word. you found music, the sound echoing off the brick walls, inviting you in as if it was a warm embrace … one you welcomed with open arms. you were too young to be getting into the places you were sneaking in to, that you knew, but you were smart. you'd find nooks & crannies of the buildings to hide in, figure out how to get into the rafters or catwalks of venues even if that meant climbing up things that were absolutely not safe to be climbing on & that was how you enjoyed each genre of music your ears were so beyond blessed to hear.

your sister started to like the arts as well, but a different type than you'd found yourself in love with. painting on canvases & the walls of your childhood bedroom ( hidden by your music posters as a way to save her from getting scolded ), finding art in everything that she touched & you admired her for that. you'd always support her in everything she did, helping her find new mediums, break into art galleries in the middle of the night so that she could see pieces she wouldn't have been able to otherwise, anything & everything you could to to make sure a smile stayed on your sisters lips — you did, without a second thought and absolutely no regret. you did this for years, from your teenage years into your adult years. you lived your own life too, sure, keeping a good job with a steady income, buying your own apartment a few blocks down from your grandmothers, picking up the guitar & thankfully having people around you that taught you how to play. but even as you & your sister grew older, your support for her only grew.

that's why you're so excited when she tells you she's finally going to have her own showcase, something you'd wished for her for years & it was finally coming true. you constantly kept asking her if she needed anything, to get ahold of you & you'd be there in a heartbeat, even if it was just to bring her food as she got the room prepared for the showcase. you'd pass by the building every day, always popping your head in to check in on your little sister to make sure she was doing okay, that she had been taking care of herself as much as she was taking care of her showcase. little did you know that the night you'd decided to randomly show up with one of her favorite meals — packed tightly in a tin lunchbox you'd specifically bought for her — would be the last time night your sister was alive.

you'd rounded the corner, headed to the building just like you had a million times but freeze in place, the tin lunchbox falling out of your grasp & hitting the concrete with an almost deafening thud. all your eyes saw was the flames & black smoke pouring out of every window, the bricks underneath getting charred as the intensity grew. you don't even think before you're bolting towards the front door, the firemen unable to grab you & stop you as you bounded up the front steps — one of them finally catching you right before your feet hit the doorstep, the fire unrulely that you feel the flames hit your arm yet your focus & concern wasn't on you or the burn you'd have to nurse for months afterwards. your concern was your sister & only your sister. it takes four firemen to drag you away from the building — your voice going hoarse from screaming & cursing at them to let you go, that your sister was in that building, that she needed you. they knew it was too late, that no matter how much you fought, how many tears poured down your cheeks — your sister was already gone.

life after that went from colorful to monotone, feet dragging along the concrete every day you walked to work, your eyes never leaving the ground as you tried to deal with a grief you'd never expected to have. your grief consumes you — turns you into someone you never thought you'd become. you start drinking, start experimenting with drugs that are offered to you in back alleys or at shady parties you decided to go to because you knew there would be something to numb your pain, something to make the heaviness of your heart just a tiny bit lighter even if it was only temporary. you started getting more & more angry with the world — quitting your job on a whim because the thought of getting out of bed for a 9-5 job that only made your moral worse was enough for you to throw in the towel. your parents, god love them, did try to help you cope — but you end up screaming at them, blaming them for not raising you two, telling them that it was their fault your sister was gone, that nothing they could do now would ever bring her back. it goes on like that for a year before you pack your bags … buying a train ticket to nowhere & for what? you weren't even sure.

you end up in a small town in new york, the people there welcoming you in almost immediately but you shut them all out, keeping to yourself — sitting on your front porch in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars while you played songs on your guitar that you knew your sister loved … hoping that she could hear them. you did this for another eight months, your life becoming a predictable loop but you're so numb to everything at that point that you don't even seem to mind. your neighbor sees you out there every single night & one night she stays awake, joining you in a rocking chair as you plucked away at a heartbreaking melody. she'd asked you what had happened in your life to lose every bit of hope & joy in your eyes & you spilled everything out to her as if you had known her your entire life. you tell her about the alcohol, the drugs, the numbness you have to be in every single day in order to be able to even so much as drag yourself out of bed. you're expecting her to get up & leave, never bothering you again but she doesn't — instead she offers you something you didn't even know was possible. a way to bring your sister back.

it's three nights later when you find yourself standing at a crossroads, the lantern in your hand the only source of light in the pitch black — your neighbor appears once more, but this time she looks far different than she had the night you'd poured your heart out to her. her eyes were pitch black, voice more sinister … things you knew were a bad sign but you stood still, signing the contract in a heartbeat. your soul for your sister's life. an easy choice for you to make. but you should have trusted your instincts — should have seen through the lies before you signed on the dotted line because that demon used your grief as a golden ticket to your soul. your time on earth after that was limited, to say the least. you don't remember how you died, though you assume it was from the hellhounds that chased you down as you tried to run from your fate. the rest? decades of pitch black abyss … greeted by nothing every single day ( or so you thought ) & you had finally found the peace you'd been searching for. even if it did come in the form of selling your soul to a demon.

you thought that was the end for you but your eyes snap open one fateful night, standing alone on the same crossroads you'd gone to in order to make the deal — but things felt different … you felt stronger — invincible even. that's when you hear your neighbor's voice once more, welcoming you to an entirely new world. that you had been drug to the depths of hell & tortured beyond anything you could even imagine but that you'd clawed your way back out of it only to become a demon yourself. you use this to your advantage, using the fact that you could possess anyone whenever you wanted as another way to escape your own reality — using these helpless vessels to do the impulsive, reckless & dangerous things you'd wanted to do for centuries & honestly ? you liked that power, fed off of it. you started to use people's grief & sadness against them, getting them to sign their souls over to you — each time causing you to feel more & more invincible, more & more powerful as if nothing on earth could touch you.

you'd thought you'd roped another innocent person into giving you their soul when everything goes black once more — your eyes opening again to find yourself somewhere new entirely. it wasn't a crossroad or anything like that, but a town full of people. you'd thought you'd hit the jackpot there, hoping to be able to find gullible souls in portum to use & manipulate but you come to find that task has become far harder due to the fact that everyone that resided in portum had some sort of supernatural abilities — even finding other demons living among everyone else. it pisses you off at first, trying to cause chaos & mischief at every turn, failing more times than you succeed & after what felt like the millionth time of your plans backfiring in your face you decided to stop trying — for the most part. you'd found a job as a bartender, telling yourself that maybe your life didn't have to be nothing but manipulation, tricks & possession … that maybe you could actually make yourself a new home here.

wanted connections

coming soon, my brain is currently fried :(

[majora-master064]

Hello.

I've been lurking here and there for quite some time, but I thought it'd be fun to finally say hello. Running people around in circles can only entertain for so long after all!

You may call me Ben. I use he/him pronouns, since that seems to be something you all care about?

My age is a fickle thing, especially after so long. But generally you can assume I'm somewhere in my late teens to early 20's.

My main interest is obviously Zelda, and while my favorite games are Ocarina of Time and Majora's mask, I've been making my way through the rest of the collection. Currently I'm playing Minish Cap.

I also enjoy horses, old digital technology (especially computers and game consoles), and I've been exploring video games in general.

Finally, I am a faithful Moon Child and follower of our goddess Luna. I was the youngest in my congregation to ascend, and it's by Her grace alone that I exist the way I do.

Please feel free to send me asks or reblog my posts to say hello. Recommend gamws, show me things I may find interesting, or ask me about my faith if you're interested. I'm always happy to engage prospective disciples or people who are simply curious.

As a final note some of my posts may include codes, cryptic text, and other such things. If you are struggling to read or understand them or face any other accessibility concerns on my page, please message me and I will do my best to assist. The game is no fun if not everyone can play, after all.

[OOC info, character docs, and possible TW's under the cut]

I welcome any and all types of blogs to interact here. You don't have to be a canon character, creepypasta based, or even a rp blog! My roleplay style is generally semi-lit in one on one rp, and the blog is generally written like an actual tumblr blog.

Hello hello! This is the Mun of the blog, and I welcome you. You may call me Chalk or Clover! I am 19 and use they/he/it pronouns. I operate in EST! My main blog is @meshiitsukaii and my messages are always open for concerns, questions, or ideas for roleplay!

Some Muse info that may be relevant:

My Ben is a mix of the "original" BEN_DROWNED from back in ye olden days of creepypasta and the Ben from the ARG. The ARGs lore has been mixed a bit and altered, so expect some things to be quite different.

Ben is a digital poltergeist, able to possess most electrical and digital spaces and move through them. The internet is like a playground for him, a place he can move through and interact with with ease.

Ben is best described as an age-slider. While some ghosts remain static and non-changing, often stuck in the same state, Ben is able to grow and change in many ways due to the nature of his ascension. This includes him having aged somewhat since the end of the events of the ARG and being freed from his statue form. But while he's grown some it's not a 1-1 of years passing, and he still will regress to younger forms/states of mind in certain situations, moods, or just because. This can be taken a bit like IRL age regression, but it isn't quite the same.

Possible TWs:

I will do my best to tag any and all needed TW, but please tell me if I miss something or you see something that you feel needs tagging.

Cults, religion, and religious trauma is possibly the biggest warning here. Ben was born and raised in an isolated community, and is still deep in the indoctrination. This will be something he unlearns and grows past, but as for now it is a large part of him.

Indoctrination, isolation, brainwashing and manipulation, cognitive dissonance

Apocalyptic thinking/doomsday cult, unhealthy magical thinking, end of the world scenarios

Ritualized suicide/murder (Ascension)

All of these things are often hidden in flowery language, but will be tagged nonetheless.

Internalized homophobia, ableism, misogyny

Medical neglect and educational neglect

[corvidraki]

𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠…~

🐦‍⬛Hi! I’m Corvid, but you can call me Sol or Finn!🥀

🐦‍⬛I’m a transmasc person (they/them) :3🥀

🐦‍⬛#1 CLEFDRAKI SHIPPER!!!!🥀

🐦‍⬛I will just be posting about scp (or twf or something else) or rebloging no art (maybe) 3:🥀

🐦‍⬛DNI: bad ppl and disgusting ppl 🥀

🐦‍⬛My aesthetic: cryptidcore and grunge!!🥀

🐦‍⬛Live laugh love kondraki (I’m a BIG simp for him) crows, clef, the moon, night, and winter!!!🥀

🐦‍⬛Okie okie bye bye!!!🥀

[pyrocollectivee]

BEN'S AWSOM INTRO!!!

This is my first time doing this.. kinda nervous actually..heh

NAME : BENJAMIN / BEN

AGE : 16 YEAR OLD

PRONOUNS: He/Him/His

ORIENTATION: Bi - cis male

ROLE: Protector

okay, so hey all! My name is Benjamin or Ben for short! and as you can see I'm a protector of the PyroCollectivee system.. heh. I love making new friends so don't be shy to DM us (trust). I'm a Fictive of Ben drowned (duh..)

YESSS: Cigarettes, smoking, horror movies, any movies, video games, hanging out with friends, energy drink, loyalty, honesty, all the alters :3

uhh no: lame people, overproud people, rude people, math, liars, school

Sourcemates: YES PLEASE!!

source talk: Sure Idm! :3

I sign off with -🎮

FACE CLAIM:

art by : pink halley on Instagram!!

[rriddlesgirl]

Aurora - rora, 19, Virgo, Irish-Celtic. — My asks are always open unless said otherwise!

Welcome to my account! This is an 18+ account, no age or minors will be blocked!!

I write for funsies! (Ex wattpad writer😞) and I’m just here for a good time and to make friends!! I write for Slytherin Boys and HP characters but am open to others if requested! I’m working on a master list right now! Also I am a college student so I do not post as much as I’d like but I’m trying to get back on my grind!! (My app is on dark mode so it may look different to others)

All my works are not to be copied or translated, please and thank you.

Divider credits! - @puppizai @anitalenia

[rott3n-grl]

Intro thingy..

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Basic info:

I’m a minor. (14) I don’t mind talking to older people, just don’t make things weird please.

I go by she/her

I have ADHD, i’m not using this as an excuse for literally anything it’s just something that makes me myself.

I am part of the LGBTQ+ Community, I don’t reallly have a label on what I am but I am queer.

I’d say i’m a pretty funny person i’m actually hilarious.

I do like talking to people/making friends some of you guys are pretty awesome on here.

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Hobbies:

I like reading sometimes, it depends on my mood.

I love writing

I like listening to music (Three Days Grace, Linkin Park, Breaking Benjiman, ect)

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You guys should ask me some questions to get to know me!! :3

[morganhopesmith1996]

Major Motoko Kusanagi 🎬😎🆒 plus Starset and Breaking Benjamin 💕

[liifelessliife]

HELLO!!!!! i havent used this app in AGES and ive decided to redo this entire blog..... SO im making a new intro too ^_^

IM JETT!!!!! im 15 (she / her) and i lovelovelove nonpoint..... and nu metal as a whole :3

other fav bands include simple plan, staind, nothingface, breaking benjamin, taproot, shinedown, + so many others.....

im planning to start posting art again on here but i havent drawn in ages so we'll see how that goes..... if not then just random stuff i find cool or any little thought of mine or whatever :P

anyways for my other (and more active) socials theyre all linked to my strawpage !!!!!

i will be back and posting eventually :333 heres one of my favourite songs atm as a filler

[strawberette]

BENJAMIN CREED .

"i can feel the love i want, i can feel the love i need, but it's never gonna come the way i am. could I change it if i wanted? can I rise above the flood? will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?" ─ in the blood, john mayer

IDENTIFICATION .

full name : benjamin joseph creed .

nickname : ben ( rare ) , benji ( super rare ) .

gender : cis man .

pronouns : he / him .

sexuality : bisexual .

age : fourty .

date of birth : december 16th .

status : resident .

class : virtue .

hierarchy : queen .

occupation : head of surgery / trauma .

FAMILY .

father : john creed ( gone ) .

mother : fiona creed .

siblings : none .

significant others : none .

REFLECTION .

face claim : theo james .

height : 6 ' 0 "

hair color : dirty blond .

eye color : brown .

PSYCHOLOGICAL .

zodiac  sign :   sagittarius .

meyer - briggs : isfj : the defender .

positive  traits :  leader , calm , friendly

negative  traits : blunt , stoic , perfectionist .

character  parallels :  tobias eaton ( divergent ) , henry de tamble ( the traveler's wife ) , prince phillip ( disney ) , noah calhoun ( the notebook ) , jack kelly ( newsies ) , king henry ( shakespearean ) .

TLDR .

Benjamin grew up in hardship, the son of Rejected parents in a home filled with violence. His father abandoned them, and his mother’s string of abusive boyfriends made life unbearable. Seeking escape, he wandered the streets, stealing books to read and sketching to distract himself from hunger.

Christian found him during one of these escapes, taking him under his wing like a little brother. Inspired by Christian’s resourcefulness, Benjamin worked hard in school, determined to carve a better future. He learned to pick locks, survive on his own, and protect the younger kids around him. His mother made brief attempts to change, and for a while, things were good—until another abusive boyfriend shattered it all. After a brutal beating, Benjamin left for good.

Christian mentored him again, and though his aptitude test suggested Virtue, he initially resisted. Only Christian’s plea—Virtue’s hospital had resources Vice desperately needed—convinced him. He chose Virtue, excelling as a surgeon and rising quickly to head of surgery and trauma. He secretly trades with the Hearts, ensuring life-saving tonics reach those who need them. He believes he’s surpassed his teacher, but that’s a thought he keeps to himself .

FULL STORY .

Life was never exactly easy for Benjamin, but that didn’t mean he would just accept defeat.

Born to a rejected Mother and Father, it was always clear that his father blamed his mother for their situation. They constantly got into arguments and fights. Eventually, it got to a point when his father stormed out one day and he never came back.

Every one of her new boyfriends after that were worse than the last. He began to prefer the ones that pretended he didn’t exist rather than the ones that would throw a bottle at him for any reason or burn him with a cigarette bud.

He’d leave the house often, get away from it all when he could. Try to things to buy little things to read on his own or draw pictures… The only real problem was the hunger pains and headaches. 

Christian found him on one of these excursions and took him under his wing like a little brother. Benjamin really looked up to Christian. He wanted to be confident like he was. Resourceful. He started to work even harder at school. If Christian was getting out, he was too.

He was a great student but he also knew what it took to survive. Especially since Christian went into Vice when he was 14. He moved out, learned to pick locks and pockets— take what others had in excess. Being alone helped him look after the younger kids now. Protect them. Mend their injuries. Turns out he had a talent for it.

His mother tried. He believed she did. She was just loving him in the only way she knew how. He just wished he understood it or could feel it. It seemed like she was cleaning up and he moved back in. Things were good. He treasured those months.

She got another new boyfriend and the world collapsed again right before his eyes. After getting beaten by the stranger when Benjamin tried to pour a tonic down the sink, he left his mom for the last time. That was last time he ever saw her. He was on his own again.

Christian again, took him under his wing, becoming a sort of protégé even before he even graduated high school. And hey, it worked, his aptitude test called for virtue. Even if he decided he wasn’t going there, it was nice to see the world open up. 

He was fully prepared to be a Heart. Even the encouragement of some of the professors in the university couldn’t change his mind… Then the only person that could change his mind—did. 

Christian explained how dire of a situation the hospital in vice was. No new supplies, equipment, or help. If Benjamin could go to Virtue and work in their hospital, there was a chance he could get the things they needed to help more people survive.

It was an easy choice. He chose to be a virtue and worked his ass off to be a queen. He even got close with some of the professors. Benjamin was a hotshot rookie surgeon in no time.

That was when he started trading with the Hearts. Virtue was lacking in tonic. They didn’t like to use it unless it was a high status person. He wasn’t a fan.

And eventually, he became head of surgery and trauma because of his efforts. Personally, he believes he’s surpassed his teacher, but he keeps that part to himself . 

WANTED CONNECTIONS .

1 . best friend : Someone that's stuck with him through the high points and the low points. They're both probably in Virtue and tell each other everything. They're one of the only people that Benjamin feels comfortable being totally himself around .

2 . past relationships / hookups / fwbs : Dude has been busy. I'm sure he's tried to make relationships work but he has always put the job and people in front of everything, including himself. They may be past or something that's still happening .

3 . found family : Give this man a little sibling to take care of or someone he sees as his own kid at this point. He's so protective and has a ton of big brother energy. He will always be watching out for them .

[emiplayzmc]

I love how in all technicality, I can SAY that I'm still just as hyperfixated Deltarune stuff as I am with Dandy's World, but tbh right now it's literally just my Addison OC's + Human AU / Paranormal Universe counterparts hjgfss

[macabremoons]

Project Daycycle:

♡ "I'm too grown for your tricks; I know this isn't love." ♡

General info

Standalone or Series: series

Progress: drafting book 1/4

Tropes/Ao3-esque Tags: Enemies to lovers, slowburn, family of choice, team as family, morally grey characters, redemption arcs

Book one

Working title: First Rises the Night

Main character name: Menodora

Summary:

Hundreds of years ago the creatures of mythos struck a deal with mysterious elemental beings to even the score with humans. In the wake of that agreement is an earth especially tailored for the creatures of mythos, humanity not being able to use their magic, and an empire ruled by the iron fist of the elementals. Both creatures and humans cling to the prophecy that a great chosen one wielding the element of  light would fight to free everyone from the empire's grip. However, a chosen one of darkness was also foretold to oppose them.

In the present day, Menodora is still struggling after realizing that despite being human and having the ability of light, she is not the chosen one. On her journeys far from the place she once called home, she's recruited by the werewolf general, Thais, on a plan that might be crazy enough to actually overthrow the empire.  Will she be strong enough to help with their movement, or will ties from her past hold her down?

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Author Notes

Why "Daycycle?"

The working titles are all themed around times of day. This is inspired by the eternal daytimes in certain areas of the world!

Will you publish it?

Don't know! Most likely yes.

Romance or Found Family focused?

So far it's found family. When I say slowburn for the romance, I mean it. It's so slow my writer friends are trying to convince me to speed it up a bit for my own sanity. This story is very character focused, so it's important to me that the romance takes its sweet time. That being said, found family for the win baaabyyyy

Where can I see what you've posted so far?

I try to put all my writing snippets (and finished works but they have a separate tag) under #my writing, though rambles and writings can be found under the #project daycycle tag.

All the character tags are #p. d: (character name) and there's the tag p. d: main cast when referring to the group at large.

Can I be on your taglist?

This question is highly presumptuous, but yes hypothetical stranger, you can! Just ask in the replies or tags.