#( intros. )

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jude park ll 38 ll owner of paws and pour ll intro/connections

levi cardenas ll 33 ll bartender at rainbow rhythm ll intro/connections

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*Character Information:

Name: Kai Zhao

Age: 38

Pronouns: he/him

Face Claim: Lewis Tan 

Occupation: Jeweler/Jewelry Retailer (Member of the Zhao family) 

Neighborhood: Dynasty Hills

*Bio:

Kai was born and raised in the upper class heights of Devil’s Junction. As one of ten children of the notorious Zhao family, he was never without—spoiled rotten his entire childhood. Kai always had the best clothes, attended the best schools, and held access to a never ending fund of money. His materialistic parents succeeded in instilling their superficial ways into him. Hence, to this day he holds onto the notion that money is everything, and that there is not issue it can’t solve. He didn’t really care whether or not his parents paid attention to him, or if he stood out from his siblings. Instead, he found solace in the popularity he seemed to have at school and in town. 

Upon completing college, he dove straight into the family business—eventually becoming the face of a popular jewelry retail chain. This chain served as a front for his family’s illicit business. Kai’s skills as an appraised jeweler also brought him the opportunity to design pieces himself. This caused him to spend quite some time abroad both to further his learning and expand his business. In recent times, Kai has moved back into town after years away to potentially play a larger part in the family trade, and reconnect with his siblings. 

*Personality Type: ESTP—The Entrepreneur 

*Wanted Connections:

Childhood friends, rivals…anything and everything!

*Misc:

Favorite Color: Gold 

DOB: February 4, 1987

POB: Devil’s Junction, Illinois 

Zodiac: Aquarius 

Moral alignment: Unaligned

Sexuality: Bisexual/Biromantic 

Languages: English, Mandarin, Cantonese, & Conversational French 

[fromsaudades]

| SAOIRSE RONAN & SHE/HER | Congratulations, MAUDE MORNINGSTAR survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another VETERINARIAN, plus they’re only THIRTY-TWO. Crazy to think, it’s been SIX MONTHS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the COLONY HOUSE. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were COMING BACK FROM CAMPING ON THE BEACH WITH HER TWO BEST FRIENDS when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully INSTINCTIVE and MANIPULATIVE, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play ABSTRACT (PSYCHOPOMP) BY HOZIER this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors. (jer, 34, she/he/they/any ) -no triggers

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what is their biggest regret since arriving in town?

“It’s not what you’d expect. It’s not even about the people here, really.” You remember being called out to the farm—somewhere outside Colony House—and finding it lying in the gravel, just… sprawled out. Its leg was twisted, all mangled from whatever hit it. The sheep’s fur was so soft in your hands as you gave it a final comfort, petting it as if it could somehow remove its pain. You knew it was beyond saving, but something in the way it looked at you held you there. The poor thing was still holding on, desperate, almost pleading. You knew what had to be done—“I should’ve done the right thing, should’ve ended its suffering. But… I didn’t. I hesitated.” The farmer wanted you to put it down, but you kept thinking, What if? What if some miracle would come along and somehow pull it through? You didn’t want to be the one to give up, to choose the end. And so you waited. “But it slowed its movement in my arms, and the fear in its eyes went out in an instant.” You can still feel the whole farm watching, every animal, every shadow of that place knowing what you did. Or, maybe worse, what you didn’t do. And now, no matter where you go, you can’t shake the memory of that poor creature. You let it suffer, and that’s on you.

describe your character’s first day/night in town?

"We were on our way back home, just three friends escaping the chaos of life back in Columbia, with nothing but a tent, some cheap food, and a beach that seemed endless.” That last day felt like a sendoff to everything familiar—crashing waves, the warm grip of sand between your toes, sunsets that swallowed the horizon in colors you could almost touch. Columbia felt so distant there, like you’d outrun it for good. “The tree… well, that came out of nowhere.” You remember thinking it had to be some weird prank—something to mess with travelers. You had almost laughed it off when you first saw it. There it was, rooted in the middle of the road as if it had simply materialized out of thin air, its trunk twisted and gnarled in a way that made you want to look away. But as you drew closer, a strange unease began to grow in the pit of your stomach. You could feel it crawling under your skin, icy and insistent, whispering something you couldn't yet understand. You should’ve trusted your instincts then, but you didn’t. Not fully. The others weren’t so sure either. One of them—had cracked a joke, something to ease the tension, but it didn’t work. By the time you noticed the sky darkening and saw the crows circling overhead, their wings making a strange, almost cracking sound in the stillness, it was too late. The birds felt like a warning, like they’d seen people wander too close to the tree before. You were trapped there, suspended in some eerie moment between what was real and what couldn’t possibly be, until something in the air shifted. The world changed. In an instant. “By the time I realized we weren’t leaving, we were already inside the Colony House.” You don’t remember exactly how you got there or how long it had taken to accept that you wouldn’t be going back. That first night, you were thankful you didn’t arrive alone. Six months have passed since that drive, but those memories—sunsets, laughter, waves—feel like artifacts from a life that might not have ever been yours. In the Colony House, you huddled on a queen-sized mattress with the others. Three friends who, until that night, believed the worst things could be explained away. The walls creaked and groaned like they were alive, and outside, you could hear something pacing, something scratching against the wood as if testing for weaknesses. In the darkness, their whispers came—soft, half-familiar voices dredging up pieces of your past that you’d buried, like dirt shifted to reveal bones. You closed your eyes, hoping the monsters outside wouldn’t find you. But it was the memories inside, awakened by those whispers, that haunted you most. “It was scary.” Each sound—each guttural growl, every claw scratching against the wood—drew up fragments you thought you'd sealed away: laughter that tasted too sweet, the sharp sting of betrayals you’d been too young to understand, moments where innocence collided with secrets that weighed far too much. Those monsters outside—they weren’t the ones haunting you. It was everything you'd buried, freed now in a place that felt as though it had been waiting just for you. “The scariest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.”

[pierrotts]

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀: a lost lamb, a holy fool. claw marks in everything loved. an exploration of faith & devotion, the prodigal daughter, and lovers & whispers.

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Ajax Archer // Musings. Visage.

basics.

name: ajax archer

age: thirty

dob: march 25th, 1992

zodiac: aries

pre-apocalyptic age: eight

occupation: soldier

location: jackson county

siblings: an older brother, believed to be deceased

parents: both deceased

pets: none

tattoos: sleeves on both his arms and back

distinguishable features: insanely tall

personality:

adept, dismissive

a lil traumatized, currently going through it

takes his job seriously, likes to protect

selective loyalty

can be super playful, with the right person

has a hard time opening up

ambitions & headcanons:

former fedra officer and also firefly informant

came from pittsburgh qz before it was overtaken, he searched for his long term girlfriend to no avail and was injured / forced to flee

jackson is one of many towns he's scoured, he began losing hope after four long months

(TW: Death) was raised by his older brother who was military - they found a group who helped train him. the group was separated and killed, his brother among them (he presumes)

he doesn't mind working but he loves a cold beer afterward

requires a woodstove or some sort of working fireplace in his home

isn't the greatest cook but he enjoys it

keeps his home tidy, usually

tries to smell good despite an apocalypse

haaaates getting to know new people

thinks he's probably perceived as shy, but he's probably actually perceived as standoffish / dismissive

connections:

older brother (ajax thinks is dead)

former military group members

soldier pals

anyone from pitts who may have known him

tba

[queer-crusader]

Look I don't wanna bitch but if your Tumblr fic takes longer to scroll past than the Do You Love The Colour Of The Sky post then it would be kinda appreciated if you put the majority of it under a Read More button

[time-woods]

gettingback into tma so here's the season 1 crew redesigns

the old designs from 2022 . . they mainly got a wardrobe change

[enbyandyy]

SO RIGHT. LOOK AT HIM. SERVING.

[nenoname]

hunting down a specific image but finding miscellaneous storyboards/some cut panels from the stan comic story instead

[soappbar]

HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY TERUKI!!!

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a dependent rp blog for tvdrp || introducing ; vicki donovan , elijah mikaelson , angel carmichael , & emma

[noodles-and-tea]

Last part whoo!!!

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

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*Character Information:

Name: Luana Henriques

Age: 45

Pronouns: she/her

Face Claim: Morena Baccarin 

Occupation: Estate Lawyer 

Neighborhood: Skyline Heights

*Bio:

**tw mentions of death and infidelity**

Luana was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois. She hails from an upper middle class family with ties to real estate, and was raised by a second generation Brazilian American mother, Marina. Her father walked out on her mother while she was still pregnant with Luana; forcing her to raise her alone. Nevertheless, they received financial support from her paternal grandfather, a successful real estate broker, named Marcos. Her grandmother, Belmira, played a large role in raising Luana in her early years. Overall, Luana had a fairly blissful childhood; she was never without anything of necessity—and as the eldest grandchild, she held most of her grandparent’s favor. That is, until her grandfather began an affair with a woman from Devils Junction. It was Luana herself that found her beloved grandfather mid tryst with the mysterious woman. She was adamant about him coming clean about to the rest of her family, however her apparently ashamed grandfather managed to convince a teen Luana to keep it a secret with the insistence that i would never happen again. Believing in the typically noble man’s words, Luana kept this secret—an action she would soon regret.  Two years later following this incident, the head of the tight knit Henriques family, Marcos, perished in an abrupt car accident. While the family mourned his sudden death, they were soon hit with another blow. During the reading of her grandfather’s will and testament, it was revealed that he had allegedly left 98% of his fortune to the mysterious woman from Devils Junction he’d once had an affair with. Thus, leaving only 2% of his fortune to his family, sans his wife to whom he only left the family home. The entire ordeal tore her family apart, with all questioning how such a thing could occur, and who this woman who had been gifted their legacy could be. Consequently, this was what ultimately led Luana into choosing Estates as her focus in Law—one in which her cutthroat and intuitive personality After graduating from Law School, Luana remained in Chicago for a few more years before finally making her way to Devils Junction in her early thirties. Her initial motive was to finally track down the woman who had taken her family’s rightful asset—a goal she may have yet to accomplish. Since moving to the dark city, Luana has put her skills in law to the test for many; including members of the alleged crime families. She is not entirely loyal to any faction at this point in time, simply helping out the highest bidder when she can. In secret, she hopes such help will result in her cashing in on a favor in the long run. 

*Personality:

Luana is a typical ENTP; extraverted, intuitive, a high thinker, and perceptive. She likes to make decisions based upon logic and observations. It’s not often that she would follow her heart. Rather, it’s more likely she would act based on reason. The only thing that drives her more than this is vengeance. The woman is known for holding a grudge for life; much like in the case of her grandfather’s affair. However, it’s not often one makes it far enough on her bad side for the honors of revenge. Still, it’s safe to say one should steer clear of triggering her rage. As an extravert, she has no problem charming a crowd with her wit. Some, however, could find her boldness to be obnoxious. This, along with her fairly privileged background, might make her appear vain. Another notable feature of hers is her adaptability. Luana is incredibly prudent, making it very way for her to pick up on even the smallest details. Her intuitive nature almost acts as a survival skill that allows her to adjust to any situation. Overall, Luana is motivated and resourceful woman who never backs down from a challenge. 

*Wanted Connections:

Anything and everything!

*Misc:

Favorite Color: Burgundy

DOB: June 2, 1979

POB: Chicago, Illinois

Zodiac: Gemini

Moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Sexuality: Pansexual/Panromantic

Languages: English, Brazilian Portuguese, & Basic Spanish

[fromsaudades]

| ROBERTA COLINDREZ & THEY/THEM | Congratulations, ALEX FLORES survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another ELECTRICIAN, plus they’re only THIRTY-EIGHT. Crazy to think, it’s been FIVE YEARS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the MOTEL. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember BROWNSVILLE, TEXAS, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were RUNNING OUT OF GAS FOR THEIR MOTORCYCLE when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully ALERT and UNRELIABLE, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play I BET ON LOSING DOGS by MITSKI this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors. (jer, 34, she/he/they/any ) -no triggers

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what is their biggest regret since arriving in town?

"Probably not trusting anyone sooner, and not keeping in contact with the family that saved me." The family members were a curious mix, almost too perfectly aligned with the unsettling nature of Oblitus. The matriarch’s eyes seemed to pierce through your defenses, searching for the cracks in your façade. The way she moved—deliberate and graceful—made you feel like a stray dog being evaluated for adoption; she saw every flaw, every scar. Then there was the son, whose laughter echoed with a hint of madness. He possessed an infectious energy, yet it felt like a thin veneer covering something darker. You often caught him staring out of the corner of your eye, his gaze lingering a moment too long, as if he were sizing you up for some unspoken game. Sometimes, when you passed him in town, his expression would shift to something resembling pity, making you feel exposed, as if he could see the tangled threads of your past laid bare. The daughter, meanwhile, had a way of drifting in and out of conversations, always observing but rarely engaging. Her silence felt heavy, as if she carried secrets so burdensome they could bend the very air around her. Their presence in town served as a constant reminder of the familiarity of your circumstances, each interaction laced with an undercurrent of tension. You knew, deep down, that you owed them your gratitude—a debt that remained unfulfilled. "When I rolled into town, I thought I'd be fine just keeping to myself—stay under the radar, do my job, and get out. But there are people here I could’ve connected with, maybe even trusted. I should've let my guard down a little. But now… it feels too late." The weight of regret hung in the air, a reminder of the connections that could have been, now lost in the shadows of your isolation.

describe your character’s first day/night in town?

“It’s all a blur.” But you remember some things. You arrived just as the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow that kissed the horizon goodbye, your motorcycle sputtering and yearning for fuel as the lamplights flickered to life, illuminating a town that felt both inviting and ominous. Rushed in by unknown hands, you found yourself ensnared by a family whose presence was more chilling than comforting, their eyes brimming with a knowing dread that sent your heart racing. They seemed to possess an uncanny foresight, predicting the crows and the gnarled tree that lay on the side of the road, their frantic explanations wrapping around you like a shroud of anxiety, igniting the flames of paranoia deep within your soul. “I remember running out of gas, the air feeling wrong.” You stood on the threshold of their home, a rustic structure that felt as much a part of the town as the very trees surrounding it. They welcomed you with open arms, but beneath their warmth lay an undercurrent of unease that made you hesitate. You recalled how their kindness enveloped you like a warm blanket, yet something in your gut urged you to remain guarded. You couldn’t shake the feeling that their benevolence was entwined with their secrets, and you had learned the hard way that trust was a fragile thing. In those early days, you grappled with your mistrust, convincing yourself that their intentions were shrouded in hidden motives. It wasn’t until much later that you recognized the depth of their care, the way they shielded you from the night’s terrors, drawing you into a fragile sanctuary amidst the chaos. But even now, as you reflect, the memories of your hesitation linger like an unwelcome shadow, reminding you of the connections you could have embraced and the warmth you could have allowed to seep into your heart.

[favorskill-moved]

NEW MUSE DROP...

GOD LOVES YOU, but not enough to save you. isaiah vandoofren had many good things in his life. he was a genius in his studies, obtaining a PhD in ancient infrastructure, architecture, and design and becoming a professor at one of the main capital cities. in his free time, isaiah was also an archaelogist, using that as a way to fuel his published papers and any scholarly work. he married his wife, abigail, who was very interested in ancient languages and wanted to progress further besides her career as an elementary school teacher, and they eventually had a son: gabriel. he had everything. until he didn't. until on their tenth anniversary, abigail disappeared. until ten years later, when gabriel told him that he was hardly being a father and walked out on him.

isaiah, now fully devoted to the GOD OF LIGHT and his path as a cleric, is set out on a mission to find his wife and his son. if he is good enough, if he repents enough, his god will send a sign. until then, he will help whoever he can. that means he is good, right?