#and thus naming ocs accordingly

[dowhatteverer]

Let's be real, if your Generation Loss OCs aren't just you making up a YouTuber/Streamer name and then creating a character around that name, I don't think you're doing it right.

Yes this is forshadowing for my AU what of it?

[oh-saints]

sweetest devotion (pt. 6)

“we’ll figure out the nitty-gritty along the way,” serena once said. but never once did she mention anything about figuring out this alien feeling mason got whenever she was concerned.

playboy!mason x princess!OC wc: 2.2k tw: as mentioned in the masterlist only, but particularly extramarital affair to a marriage of convenience for this particular chapter note: i'm sorry this chapter doesn't contain spoilers as i've mentioned in the previous one. things changed as i was writing this down but i hope you like this one the same! <3 but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so this is not beta-read yet. tags: @pingyu-in-wonderland @ironmaiden1313 @myreveriie @808heartz <3 (lmk if you wanna be added!) < part 5 - part 7 > sweetest devotion masterlist

“please let me know—”

mason was pacing back and forth, making sure everything was within his sister’s sight, especially serena’s meds, so when serena woke up, jasmine would be able to reach them without difficulty, considering her growing stomach.

“mason tony mount,” and the called man halted his steps. “stop moving this instance.”

the youngest of four didn’t have much choice other than to follow the instruction. the last time jasmine announced his full name, he was called out for having a mistress. whom, ironically at that time, he’d gladly choose over serena, and look where the blind devotion had gotten him into.

“you moving around doesn’t help my nausea so dear god, please help this bloody pregnant woman and stop moving,” jasmine sat down on the nearest sofa, huffing out her palpable frustration. “I know the drill of being caretaker, okay? now go,”

right, the sole reason of mason calling jasmine for help.

he could be walking away freely like he wasn’t accountable, because serena being admitted to the hospital wasn’t his wrongdoing anyway. but ask anyone in the nurse station and they’d gush over how much of a good husband mason mount was.

you could barely find him outside of serena’s room, except to go to the training ground or fetching his own portion of food, and he’d always drop something by on the nurse station’s desk whenever he came back from them. and whenever it was time for a nurse or doctor’s visit, they’d find the husband recounting what happened at work to the wife, who’d listen attentively and respond accordingly. he’d take her for a stroll to the garden at the back of the hospital before the sun set too, as per the doctor’s recommendation, complete with jackets and warm drinks sat underneath the wheelchair.

but no matter how much he played the dutiful husband the past days, he was still an active footballer by the end of the day. going for an away match was inevitable, thus the reason why his sister was in the hospital now.

jasmine didn’t know the reason why, and mason hadn’t bothered to say anything else other than “serena hasn’t been feeling well”. technically he wasn’t lying, but one look at the nasty blue marks on serena’s cheeks was more than enough of an explanation for jasmine. certainly it wasn’t mason because his brother didn’t have it in him to hit a dangerous animal, let alone a woman, but the older mount wasn’t expecting an answer until either serena or mason was ready to give her one.

what happens in one’s household should stay inside, they say.

“text me if something—”

“happens, yes, I know, mase,” jasmine clicked her tongue as she rolled her eyes, obviously in annoyance. “I thought you didn’t care about serena?”

right, the sole reason of mason calling jasmine for help.

aside from his initial worry, he thought jasmine would be the safest option to ask for help because, by far, she was the only one who knew about his extramarital affair—or at least, who admitted to mason that she knew about it and voiced her honest opinion on the matter.

yet, she hadn’t said anything since then and his entire family hadn’t cut off his ears by berating him, so surely jasmine also hadn’t spilled a thing to the rest of his kin. it was within his intuition to trust serena’s life in her hands while he was away because surely jasmine wouldn’t drop anything that could possibly worsen serena’s condition, especially anything in relation to elena.

if anything, jasmine was the first person mason should apologise to—other than serena, of course—because he hadn’t been listening well. he remembered clearly, much to his own dismay, of his annoyance when jasmine particularly called him out about elena, only for him to accuse her of being unsupportive sister when she was anything but.

“oh shit,” the silence mason entertained was enough of a reason for jasmine to sit up, now fully interested at the turn of events. “what changes?”

“please, no more foul language around my little niece,” mason sighed. from a third point of view, it was a deep breath let out to emphasis one’s frustration. but jasmine knew better, she knew her brother. “why are you smiling?”

“nothing,” jasmine hummed rather cheerily, her eyes glinting something dangerous mason didn’t want to find out yet. “just what changes, mase?”

another sigh coming from jasmine’s other end. her brother could be seen pinching the bridge of his nose, in hope to soothe his invisible confusion. confused as to how to answer his own sister because he truly didn’t know the answer.

what changed? everything.

nothing changed yet everything changed, if that made sense. but nothing was making sense in mason’s standard currently.

yet everything was making sense in jasmine’s standard. “do you love her?”

“no,” that much, mason could give out. “of course not.”

“do you like her?”

“yes,” that much, mason could give out. who didn’t like serena? aside from him, a thousand of eldorran people could vouch on their soft spot towards the princess. “if not, I wouldn’t be marrying her.”

jasmine smiled wider. she might not know whatever reason his stupid brother married the youngest monarch in the first place, but mason’s answer was enough.

at least for now.

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what jasmine didn’t know was that mason had asked serena’s stay to be prolonged until he had elena under control. aka, being under police custody.

it was a rather long legal process to get her taken by the authority, and it was still an ongoing battle. so he didn’t want to risk it, not when he had two lives to protect now, until he knew all of them were able to breathe safely without being hunted by an unwanted ghost of the past.

the only people currently allowed to enter mason’s premise were only him and the house’s caretaker he’d entrusted with since the first time he moved here. maybe even longer, since she’d also worked for the previous owner. but it was also because she left the house when she was done with her work—he’d never felt so lucky she refused his offer to become a live-in caretaker a long time ago, or else mason surely had fired her too as he didn’t want to risk her life as well.

“the duffel bag for your wife is by the door, mr. mount,” the caretaker lady spoke up as mason entered the kitchen, ready to ask of her another plate of his favourite cheat meal. “please let me know if you need anything else.

“thank you, sam,” and he was truly grateful sam stayed behind the past couple of days, just until mason left the house after getting fresh set of clothes, because he didn’t know what to do about serena’s wardrobe if he was left alone. he didn’t want to intrude serena’s privacy just yet, not even when he’d be forgiven if he told her the reason why. “but could you make me that broccoli fusilli with cheese you always store in the fridge? I haven’t had the chance to grab a meal.”

“broccoli fusilli?”

mason looked up from his seat, puzzled. “yes, you usually wrap them with clear foil with some other dishes,”

maybe mason should start feeling less lucky sam previously refused to become a live-in caretaker. there were too many things that he started not knowing of ever since serena lived under the same roof as his, things that sam could’ve told him if she’d come to live with him.

when sam didn’t move from her spot, mason braved himself to ask the multimillion dollar question. “didn’t you make all those food?”

“no, mr. mount,” the older woman shook her head, as confused as he was. “your wife never lets me touch the kitchen since you both got married. it’s all her cooking.”

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since sam’s last words, mason hadn’t been the same person as he was when he returned to his house from the hospital earlier that afternoon. mason hadn’t been the same person—heck, mason hadn’t been a person at all during the entire trip to the away game.

he recalled having the fridge always stocked. with his favourite snacks, beverages, and beers—a chore he remembered giving to sam on the earliest days of the caretaker. the frozen and wrapped dishes he’d like to warm up whenever he came by the house after spending his time with elena in her home, was indeed only recently, but he never expected them to be made and left there by his wife. he only thought sam was having extra energy of some sort to cook too much for two—serena and herself—that she left some for him to heat up later.

what else did serena do for him?

“what’s bothering you, lad?”

ben chilwell’s voice snapped mason’s thoughts into a wreckage, but mason could say he needed it. they were coming on shortly, for god’s sake. “nothing, just my wife.”

“I thought you don’t have a wife?” ben’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. the left back remembered vividly mason’s admission to not having a wife yet because that title was supposedly reserved for elena. now that the other lady was tangled in a legal battle—one mason didn’t bother telling him of, by the way, that he had to find out from their common friend’s mouths—ben wondered who mason might be referring to. “do you have another mistress or something?”

if mason pulled the rug under his feet, ben was more than ready to chase the younger man down the bloody hall.

“no! of course not!” mason shook his head off rather violently, expressing his extreme distaste towards ben’s accusation. “I mean, serena.”

“how’s she, by the way?” despite sharing mutuals with elena, ben couldn’t help but become concerned towards the princess this time around. “I hope she’s getting better.”

“she is, thanks for asking,” mason threw his best friend the “formal” smile because while he was happy serena had indeed been getting better, he wouldn’t know how to make of their impending situation when he got back. “it’s just that... I don’t know, mate. I can’t believe still that elena could do such thing.”

“no one saw that coming, mase,” ben patted down mason’s knees, giving him a reassurance smile, letting the fan’s favourite know he shared the same sentiment. “don’t fret so much about it.”

“I thought she was the one, you know?” mason let out another deep sigh, a developing habit he vowed to eradicate soon, as he tied his shoes tighter. “maybe she still is.”

“if you think she is, you need to get rid of serena,” ben crouched down to put his shinpad in place. “you know that, right?”

“I do, but I can’t seem to do that to her. not after what elena did to her,” mason’s statement actually halted ben’s movement for a split second because it was all a lot to take in, honestly. “maybe I’ll purse elena again after I’ve got it sorted with serena.”

“so is it elena or serena?”

ben was expecting mason to give him a straight, direct answer but a hesitant mason was not in the cards, at all. if someone told ben about this side of mason a month ago, he would’ve laughed at their face.

“forget I asked,” ben was honestly scared of the thought mason changing overnight, not when he knew the younger footballer had been head over heels with his model, muse—whatever it is he calls her with—since the first time he laid his eyes on her. “why do you care so much about serena anyway?”

ben’s question might be simple but it was enough to stun mason in his place.

why do you care so much about her?

at that precise moment, his phone vibrated in his hands. rather violently, compared to the empty state of his mind, but speaking of the devil…

good luck for today.

same text, from the same person, on the same time. sent impeccably 30 minutes before match, just right before the gaffer’s pre-match brief.

mason didn’t know he was holding a bated breath but as he read the text once more, a small smile crept into his face. it was the text he’d been waiting for. even though he didn’t always reply to them, she never missed out on telling him what she was up to—always watching him from home was what she was conveying.

not even elena managed to pull out a routine such as.

and that was when mason knew he had the answer to ben’s earlier question; because she cares about him, always has.

it was only right to reciprocate it, no?

“I hope that’s not the guilt speaking,” mason looked up to the older englishman, who patted his shoulder just now as he looked over mason’s shoulder, only to find the text from serena. “you were so adamant to propose elena a month ago, remember?”

the word guilt rang in mason’s ears more violently than an earthquake ever could.

next chapter contains:

“mason, what are you doing here?” “I’m making sure no one barges into the house and attack you again.”

[ilikeyoshi]

drops them in here. skyrim oc brainrot is real

anyway this is miriam free-winter, nord dragonborn, and cambria mede iv, imperial princess. :) because the knight/princess flavor of lesbians is FUN dammit.

miriam was orphaned in windhelm as a child and eventually adopted by brunwulf free-winter. she soaked up all the stories about brunwulf being a hero because he fought for ulfric stormcloak during the great war, and now she wants to follow in those footsteps by serving the stormcloaks, which if u know brunwulf as a character, has led to a lot of tension between him and his daughter.

despite her political allegiances, miriam is really sympathetic to the non-men peoples of skyrim, and her anger is focused on factions over people, like the empire and the thalmor. a lot of her journey involves dismantling these ideas she has in her head about who ulfric and the stormcloaks really are, and coming to the same realizations brunwulf did. but uh, she starts off with some very flawed ideas about the war, that's for sure!

cambria mede, fourth of her name, is the granddaughter of the current imperial emperor, titus mede ii. she is, to say the absolute least, a total troublemaker of a princess. having grown up surrounded by people that condemn skyrim for its resistance to empirical rule (and the many bad things that come from it), cambria starts on a different path, wanting to experience skyrim and its plight firsthand and figure out what they really need and how to provide it.

thus, she declares she's going to skyrim for a relative's wedding in solitude—a perfect excuse to get into the province and investigate—only to get caught right in the middle of the helgen incident. cambria survives and is rescued by riverwood villagers, and while she withholds her true identity from them, she immediately knows skyrim is about to be in far worse trouble than it already is with a dragon of all things on the loose, and her priorities shift accordingly.

miriam eventually meets cambria in riverwood, having been sent by the stormcloaks to investigate weird rumors about helgen shortly after the incident. by now, cambria has freshened up on Skyrim Folklore, and with half a prophecy already fulfilled with the dragons' return, she sees no reason not to believe the other half of the prophecy will soon reveal itself—the dragonborn. miriam stands out to her because of a surprising resistance to dragonfire, and suspecting her, cambria requests her help investigating the nearby bleak falls barrow, explaining that the ancient nords might still have documentation of some sort that can help skyrim against the dragons.

what she's really after, and what miriam soon learns, is proof she's dragonborn—and of course, cambria finds it when miriam is able to learn the word of power buried in the barrow. :)

as always, i named my skyrim ocs after fonts, because my first skyrim oc was named thusly and it's a fun tradition to keep up! i really wanted to more strongly incorporate the civil war than i normally do in playthroughs too, because it's such an integral part of the story, but one i tend to disregard because neither option is very good lol. instead of that being a deterrent this time though, i decided to explore it—i wanted characters who had various reasons for the choices they made, and to see how those choices change as they learn and grow. skyrim as a story isn't nuanced enough to pick a Truly Good Option at the end of all this, and i haven't found a mod that promises much better (though i haven't started that questline in my current playthrough yet, so if you have suggestions PUHLEEEEASE hit me up!!!!), but that's what Imagination and Putting My Fingers In My Ears is for.

anyway, as u can see they are my world-saving lesbians of the week. <3 i am rotating them in the microwave that is my brain at terminal velocity.

picrew credits! [1-2] [3] [4]

[cloudyinthecloset]

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Dream definitely got hornier LOL He's an absolute slut now, shameless, horny bastard man with no decency. Night became more scientific and experimental, he's got some serious Sci qualities to him now.

5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

I hate to be that person, but it really depends on what it is that he wants. There aren't many things Night wants, at least in terms of material goods. Being a king comes with perks, like being gifted his desires or already having the money to purchase it. The one thing Night always craves is knowledge, he's constantly seeking to learn more, but even that can usually be given or bought. Still, Night has done some extreme stuff in the name of science and discovery, including but not limited to putting his safety at risk, neglecting himself, and crossing boundaries to get the data he wants. Although Night claims it's selfless and for the sake of advancement, he always gets some rather selfish satisfaction out of it. He isn't willing to risk harming or killing someone, but he may push into discomfort and inconvenience. Just cooperate, it's best for everyone.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Night always wants to appear as a strong, competent, strict ruler. He is a King and he holds himself accordingly in both his visage, action, and words. However, Night doesn't want to be feared, and he's working hard to change the image many of the Omega Timeline's inhabitants have of him. He is gentle and soft to children or those seeking help, offering wealth, his power, and his knowledge to assist, but he refuses to let anyone think they can take advantage of him. While he is gracious and thankful for the offerings he receives, he makes it clear his kindness is not to be mistaken for weakness. Even around his beloved Marked Night wants to be perceived as highly capable and no-nonsense, although they know he'll put up with more of their bullshit than he'd ever admit. More than anything Night does not want to be pitied, he absolutely loathes the idea of others feeling sorry for him.

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

Just like his brother, it would be pretty damn hard to convince Dream to go against his moral compass, even harder actually since he's still very morally black and white. While Night has had centuries of experience to expand his thinking into very grey areas, Dream hasn't and thus perceives things far more starkly, although he's getting better at understanding and accepting the nuances of certain situations. While Night could potentially be convinced to be immoral for the greater good of the multiverse or those he loves, Dream would fight tooth and nail to uphold his moral standards. He might have forgiven Night for the terrible acts he committed in the name of the balance, but that doesn't mean he condones them, nor that he'll tolerate them happening again.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Interestingly, Dream struggles with feelings of neutrality and apathy. It's very rare for him to not feel anything in particular about something and thus he's never sure what to do in those situations. He usually fakes something positive or negative instead of letting himself express his lack of strong feelings. Dream thinks he must feel something, anything at all, and forces himself to have opinions about everything.

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Night and Dream are more protective and a bit possessive as opposed to jealous. Night can get insecure which leads to some minor jealousy, but lots of reassurances help, and after being Marked all that goes away. Dream knows he's hot shit, he's well aware he's got it all, so he doesn't necessarily get jealous but possessive instead because excuse you, they are his. Once again being Marked fixes that issue no problem.

[moki-dokie]

My OCs: Ed

bit of info on my fucked up trash cat

Name Edrick Ishida 石田 エドリック AKA: Ed, Edo, Cat, Tiger

Species Nekomata/Werecat (Nekomata mother, werecat father. Werecat virus passed at conception.)

DOB May 3 1850 (173 years old)

Gender Cis Male (Sometimes fem presenting)

Orientation Bisexual, Homoromantic, Polyamorous

Ethnicity Japanese/Dutch

Height/Weight 5'6"/140lbs (Petite, often malnourished)

Analysis Edrick presents extreme anger issues and is immediately hostile. He is generally in poor physical condition, being malnourished and often injured. His mood is unstable, but he is coherent and very aware of time and place. Edrick shows several signs of severe and chronic emotional trauma that has been left untreated since childhood. He is very uncooperative. Symptoms point to the following:

PTSD

Bipolar I disorder with mixed affective state

Paranoia

Antisocial disorder

Avoidant personality disorder

Major depression with suicidal tendencies

Insomnia

Kleptomania

Sexual masochism

Hypersexuality

Several illegal drug addictions

Edrick struggles to maintain relationships at all levels. He purposely closes himself off and avoids giving or asking for more than basic information about a person. Due to extreme emotional distress as a child, he has developed a defense mechanism through rude and lewd behavior. He defaults to anger and violence and is often too impatient to handle most social situations. True intimacy is avoided, but he practices prostitution for physical intimacy and pain. Edrick does not value himself highly, if at all, and treats himself accordingly despite being capable of doing more and better for himself. He has spent the majority of his life homeless and without any true stability, making a living via prostitution and theft. He is highly intelligent and talented but carefully conceals that knowledge, sometimes even from himself.

Within the past 3 years, Edrick has made significant progress in healing and recovering from many past traumas, but at the same time has unfortunately gained new ones. His social skills have improved impressively, complete with a small but close circle of friends. He is also engaged to be married to a man named Cole, though the relationship is highly unorthodox and questionable. One would not label it a healthy relationship by any normal standards - but they are also not normal people. Though toxic on many levels, it works for them and the deep love and bond Edrick and his affianced have is abundantly clear. Unfortunately, after a very traumatic brush with death, and prolonged threats to his and Cole's safety, Edrick's PTSD is worse than it ever has been. He is in severe and urgent need of professional help.

Manifestations

Glamoured Can pass as human entirely - default when in public.

Natural No glamour. Cat ears, tail, sharper/longer incisors, and claw-like nails. (All can vary in appearance depending on circumstances. isn't always convenient to have claws, for example.) Most common in private. Can develop fur along spine, face, and other parts of the body if nearing a shift into werecat form.

Cat Simple domestic housecat, larger than average (about the size of a small savannah cat). Smoke black oriental longhair. Can change into it at will and easily. Some extremely limited verbal speech is capable, restricted only to the sounds a feline is able to make. Fully capable of non-verbal animal/feral speech.

Werecat Triggered by extreme anger. Very ‘wolfman’ like appearance. No conscious control, retains no memory. Highly aggressive.

Nekomata (mutated) Form is misshapen and mutated from werecat virus. Hulking beast. Painful to remain in. Extremely powerful both physically and magically. Necromancy and fire are primary magic. Severe emotional distress, total mental breakdown, or imminent threat to life currently the only way it can be accessed.

Species Traits & Quirks Nekomata don't gain their full powers until at least 1000 years of age, Ed is still very young and thus most of his abilities are unimpressive.

Once at 1000, aging ceases. He will not die from any natural causes of the body. Only beheading or removal of the heart will kill. Until then, while he may age very slowly, he is still susceptible to dying from pretty much anything, although he can endure much more than the average human.

Nekomata start with 9 lives. Lives increase exponentially at 1000 years. Ed has somewhere between 6-8 currently.

Nekomata abilities include, but not limited to: Dreamwalking Necromancy Controlling fire Life force absorption Unrestricted shapeshifting Spell casting Cursing Superhuman senses, speed, and strength Enhanced nightvision

While not a true hybrid, Ed does have certain traits and minor abilities passed along from the werecat DNA of his father.

During sex, a scent may be released from the base of his neck that is directly linked to the hormone Oxytocin. The more released, the stronger the scent. This, sometimes called the "love hormone", is commonly released during intercourse in mammalian females, but far less in males who instead get a surge of Dopamine, the addictive pleasure hormone. In Werecat males, it is a biological signal of being bonded with his mate. Like the typical intact domestic tomcat, Werecat toms have an extremely high libido and will mate often with many different individuals. Bonded pairs will often, but not always, become monogamous (or polygamous if more than two are bonded) and forgo mating with others. It is rare for such bonding to happen, as they are a relatively solitary and shy species. This scent is often subtle even when at its strongest, much like a perfume still lingering on clothes several days later. It is described as musky with a deep, warm, indolic sweetness like vanilla. At its most potent it is deeply euphoric and even narcotic.

Accelerated healing factor - physical wounds heal about three times as fast as humans, what few illnesses he can contract are weak and run their course within a couple of days.

Allergies to silver, malachite, and garlic.

Writings Year of the Cat Series Cocaine Kaleidoscope (WIP) Winter's Faded Light (Complete) The Truth About Yesterday (WIP) (Been on a long writing hiatus to heal a bad case of tendonitis booo)

[manor-tea-time]

°˖❀Welcome to the Tea Party❀˖°

Hello! My name is Al! Welcome to Manor Tea Time, an ask blog for a couple of my idv ocs.

°˖❀General Blog CW/TWs❀˖°

As this is a blog surrounding fan characters for a horror game, there’s a fair amount of darker topics used/discussed here for backstories, plots, and general information sometimes. Some Examples of these are (but not limited to) the following:

-Talk/Mention of Death and Illness

-Slight Body Horror (pretty much reserved for the hunters)

-Talks of suicidal thoughts

-Gaslighting/Abusive nature in background characters

-Existentialism

-And characters generally not having a good time :(

While most of these are censored/get cut off, I do sometimes miss a few. Please be careful when proceeding through the blog and read through any CWs/TWs given before posts before reading!

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°˖❀Character list❀˖°

The Costume Maker - Ivy Nettle ξ(❁) ⊕) ξ 

The Lampsmith - Wayne Strickland (-⊕ ζ ⊕-) < 

"Key-Master" - LeRoy Smith 🗝️>(⊖▼⊗´)•ζ 

The Glass Artist - Delilah Fowler Ⴑ(‘❁◡❁’)Ⴑ

The "Hero" - "Pip" Newby (◼⊗_⊗’)/*

The Living Mannequin - Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,) 

The Automaton - Eleanor May (´⬬_⬬`) <

The Shadowed Man /++ ◡ ++\

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°˖❀Rules❀˖°

Canon and Ocs are allowed!

Magic/Interactive Anons are allowed. They’re fun!

Nothing xenophobic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

No strong NSFW.

Suggestiveness/flirtatious behavior is OK if a character is of age. Just try to manage yourself semi-accordingly/keep it classy. (Mun is 18+, I just get uncomfortable sometimes)

Shipping is also OK given the character is of age. I find shipping hcs and experimenting with different dynamics really fun! However, for the sake/general safety of the minors in the community, I'd prefer not to rp any romanic scenarios if ooc a mun is underage.

Mun chats are welcome if kept semi-on topic of the blog. If not, I'll most likely just redirect you to my main here.

°˖❀Other Important Things to Note❀˖°:

I am a full-time student, so responses may take a bit longer/only consist of shorter replies at times.

At the end of the day, I am also a person with my own limits. Thus, if an ask, anon, or RP response makes me uncomfortable, I won’t respond to it.

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°˖❀Important Lore Tidbits❀˖°

Revive Mechanics

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°˖❀Current events/Essence projects❀˖°

Sands of Time Event Finale (Withered Leaves)

Delilah's Paranormal Parlor

Descendants of the Dark Essence

°˖❀Coming Soon❀˖°

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I hope to talk to you all soon! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ̑̑

[virgilisspidey]

My art journey in the start of pandemic til now through the eyes of how i draw my persona Nari

Very first iteration of the Nari sona lol

(ew boobs)

I used to draw on paper and trace it on ibispaint and color. I used to shade with black. Pretty much looks shitty and the colors clash a lot, i dont know how to do color combos yet. This was around February of 2021

Thus is where the whole arm warmers thing cane from!!

And the start of ne figuring out my identity!!

I also drew this on paper i think, and it's the start of my thin line art style. My sona usually copies what my hair looked like currently and this was the time where my hair was pretty short, but long enough to look girly.

The skin tone was fixed too

This was June 2021

This one had my real name in it so i had to edit lol.

This was the start of me drawing on my phone full time, i think. No more drawing on paper ans tracing it. This was legitimately drawn digitally.

i think i only ever mentioned it once or twice but i only draw with my fingers btw. A stylus and an art tablet is expensive so i only have mt fingers and phone.

This is also the start of the appearance of the signature striped hoodie as well as the return of the purple hair

This was in August 2021

I think this was also fully drawn digitally

Also the first appearance of the bat and the choker, as well as the purple bangs. And also the bandage on cheek (that i somehow forget sometimes)

The colors were definitely darker.

Not much to say about this. Tho i didn't like the way i did the blush.

Also cut my hair during this time for the first time ans changed my sona accordingly.

Made in September 2021

From here on out its all drawn digitally

Fully digital again and the start of a more stylized version of my hair.

This is the start of the fluffy hair era.

Not much to say here. Tried a new pose, it sucked, colors are still the same.

This was made in November 2021

Full body this time

Nari starts to look like a little shit. This is honestly where the smug cat personality came from, and i startes to sign my art using the name Nari too.

Still pretty much wonky with the anatomy but i'm proud!!

The hoodie became a croptop but i dont follow it lol, it's still a normal hoodie in some art.

Added stripes to the sleeves too.

The short remains plus differenr colored socks!!

This was January 2022

The era of the thick line art art style

This was also one of the drawings that featured fluffu hair Nari.

I deviated from the usual hoodie and gave them some new clothes since i drew them alongside two other ocs.

The story that my sona Nari is in requires them to have an eyepatch since red eyes aren't really that natural lol.

Still have that smug cat smirk.

This was August 2022

This is the latest drawing of Nari before i stopped using them as a sona and actually using one that looks closer to me. Nari is back to being an oc now but they're still my mascot.

I forgot the bandage here lol, but that cat grin is still there. I also added my beauty mark!!

This is January 2023

Lately my sona is just this funny little thing:

It looks more closer to what i actually look like irl.

I started drawing myself with my glasses more too, which i think i got in like 2022-ish.

I started feelong a bit jealous that my other artist friends had a cute style so i started making this little thing when j got bored during pur chemistry subject and it just stuck.

So this is my actual sona now, but i still use Nari from time to time and also took the name Nari as a pseudonym online.

The name cane from me misspelling the word Ocarina with Ocnarina, so you can see me use that name throughout my art journey.

Not really comfortable sharing my actual name yet tho, but it does start with an R since the people on my header (art made by a friend) is called the Toys R Us trio since out names start with an R lol.

As for my username, i used tumblr before to look at Sanders Sides art. It came from Virgil lol.

Virgil was confirmed to be connected with spiders and i thought

Virgil is spidey

And that stuck.

Plus he's purple lol, i love purple.

Anyways that's all

[graciliss]

an answer to the OC questions asked by @jayzeroey 🫶🫶

9: favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

Seraphina is a real gourmand and thus the type of person to scoff down whatever food is nearby no matter how trashy it may look. this is somewhat reflective on the fact that she has a severe problem with overindulgence. since she grew up pretty much broke and living on scraps, she often seeks out foods that are exotic and oftentimes very, very expensive, even if just to try and be able to brag about having tried it. her desire to catch new thrills and to experience something novel makes her very open to trying new and weird things (often to a fault).

this doesn't mean she exclusively eats luxury or exotic things, though. in the end of the day she knows what she likes to a tee because of having tried the amount of things she has. Seraphina doesn't have a set favourite, but she notably enjoys foods that are very rich and/or very sweet. her sweet tooth cannot be understated.

there aren't many foods that she particularly hates since she'll eat just about anything. she does have a select few which she likes a bit less than others, though. while she loves buttercream she has a more notable distaste for fondant, and especially marzipan. it's mainly little things, really.

Seamus on the other hand is significantly less self-indulgent with his eating habits. in his eyes, eating is just another need and he listens to his body accordingly.

he doesn't vocalise it due to the way he processes things such as distress but he definitely has an aversion to a whole slew of textures in foods, which given the choice makes him a lot pickier. he strongly dislikes things such as dried fruits, luncheon meats, porridge, etc... he has a main aversion to foods that are either mushy or chewy. unfortunately he is somewhat deranged because he will actively force himself into eating foods he knows he is averse to regardless (and be in agony while doing so). he won't show that he hates it, but subtle things such as a close to electric tension in his hands give it away.

oftentimes he subconsciously turns to nostalgia (and consciously turns to familiarity). his favourite dinners usually are things that his eldest sister used to make, which are meals that primarily contained vegetables, meat scraps, and to literally nobody's surprise: potatoes. he doesn't like trying new foods very much and will avoid it given the chance.

34: how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

Seraphina's meticulously and purposefully inflated ego permeates through everything. unsurprisingly, she hyperbolically praises herself when speaking of herself. oftentimes descriptions of herself will go along the lines of "the hottest woman alive" or "god on earth, duh".

she also has a keenness for comparing herself to angels, which is largely tongue in cheek. in part this is due to the name she currently goes by, and the fact that her albinism renders her skin and hair close to white. it heavily plays into the irony of her being an entity more comparable to demons, but also because she sees 'hell', the afterlife she resides in more as heaven if anything since despite her morally bankrupt character she now lives more freely - and dare I say happily - than she ever did when she was alive.

getting Seamus to as much as fully acknowledge himself - moreso his body as his own - is a struggle. describing his own personality also comes to him with great difficulty because of similar issues in perceiving himself. as a result, when it comes to describing himself more generally, Seamus is heavily reliant on what other people say and think about him.

without the consultation of others he uses broad, vague terms and most often isn't kind to himself. the most frequently reoccurring descriptors are things such as "a bad omen", "a presence" or "a stain". these things which he says about himself are not said as a means of self-loathing per say. he sees these descriptions more as something about himself which he has accepted as simple reality.

the way in which he dehumanises himself when describing himself is also apparent, and this inability to consider himself "human" like other people stems from a sense of deep isolation and an inability to relate to others properly.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR QUESTIONS JOEY 🫶

seraphina shaw and seamus wrynn both belong to me (@graciliss)

[greenleebuchanan]

“And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack All around the world was waking, I never could go back.”

Greenlee Buchanan

A Ravenclaw studying at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry 

Hogwarts Legacy MC Roleplay Blog

     Muggleborn, Greenlee Buchanan’s parents, Aileen and Bernard, were weary of letting her embark on a journey they hadn’t the faintest idea about. So weary, that it took several years before they even allowed her to embark on it. It took the persistence of Professor Eleazar Fig appearing every year to try and grant their permission before they reluctantly gave in on the conditions that he would mentor her before she embarked on her journey in Hogwarts finally as a fifth year. Fortunately, he had always left her materials to study with each time he showed up so she wasn’t completely lost when she started under his tutelage. The school year approached swiftly and Greenlee began a journey that she had no means of comprehending just how intense it would be nor the potential she had just below the surface. 

II More information on her journey in the game and some basics below~ II 21+ Mun II WIP - Will update along the way II 

Basics

Name  —  Greenlee Buchanan Age  —  She is aged sixteen as of the fourteenth of January. Zodiac — Capricorn MBTI —  INFJ House  —  Ravenclaw  Abilities or powers — Ancient Magic, Dark Magic, Spellcasting Physical Appearance  — Green eyes with bits of blue, red hair, a variety of freckles scattered across her face, a scar that is travels down from her eyebrow to just below her eye, roughly 5′4 Wand - Fir Wood ; Phoenix Core ; 10′’ Length ; Hard Flexbility  Patronus - TBD

Just some small Gameplay Notes but just so there’s a general idea of her personality and how her relationships played out in the game. Obviously, this is just a reference!

Greenlee chooses to learn everything that she can. She is willing to help her friends but doesn’t mind asking for compensation when it is a lot more than she agreed to. She’s ever curious and always ready to go somewhere if it means she can learn something new. She often let’s that get in the way of her rationale and will usually go along with what her friend wants even if she was cautioning them moments before. 

Sebastian  — She helped Sebastian throughout his quest to save his sister, believing that it was better than to try than to do nothing at all. She empathized with both Solomon and Sebastion, but was ultimately on his side. Her thoughts aligned with his regarding access to all knowledge rather than restricting it thus him taking the fall for her in the library set a solid foundation for their friendship. She urges Ominis to not turn him in the end.  Ominis  — She butts heads with them due to his constant remarks about her making waves and they exchange remarks but she always chose to want to keep him in the loop whenever Sebastian suggests otherwise. She tries to mediate between him and Sebastian when prompted. 

Natty  — She cautioned her to heed her mother’s warnings but helped her whenever needed. They are good friends. 

These relationship notes are just a little basis for how she interacted but obviously muses can vary from canon so I will adjust accordingly and dependent on the timeframe within the rp. 

— — — — — — — — — —

So  — not sure if anyone is interested in rping with a character that is the MC, but I wanted to give a try anyways! I created her with the mindset of creating an OC and played as such as well. She is her own individual, not the mun. 

I don’t have any particular rules, just the usual ones! I am 21+ though so I greatly prefer rping with 18+ individuals. 

I will likely default into during the school year but open to doing post-game ending as well!.

Mun usually goes by Elspeth~

Anyways, hopefully we can have some fun!

[2bu]

Hi, even though I barely see you post any of your OCs (I mean actual pics of them/art of them / pos) I was curious... how do you go about naming your OCs??? I struggle with names a lot but you never seem to! What's your secret

Hi there! my process is weird, cause most of the time, i follow a naming system i set up in one of my original worlds - which means i make up a LOT of names across the board on the fly when i make a character or sometimes purchase one. idm explaining the various noted ways i go about naming ocs

simply making it up - this applies more to surnames, ie: stormi goodchild in my world, reverialum. surnames indicate family occupations, types of magic, where you're from, and other similar things. sometimes it relates to famous ancestors of theirs, tales of them, etc. stormi's got a famous great-aunt from several generations ago that was a good, fair storm witch that aided in storm management and control, thus, they were dubbed 'goodchild'.

various influences from media i watch/listen to/etc: this is like the second biggest thing LOL. some examples of ocs that are inspired by + named after characters/songs/etc: pacifica okiruaiti, leena raff, dott & bette liu, so on. my more well known charas, leena and pacifica... leena was named after the song OF the same name by caravan palace, and well... pacifica? i pulled her name from gravity falls' pacifica, because... it fit. it made sense when i had originally purchased her. her surname used to be lazuli, and that was because she was a gem-hybrid adopt i got from one of my fave artists. i was going to change her first name, but it just... stuck. LOL bette + dott are named after the conjoined twins bette and dot from ahs: freakshow, which i watched a very, very long time ago. also just felt fitting since bette and dott are conjoined sisters (too much to explain why i'm picking that term).

sometimes i just keep names that were suggested by creators, former owners, etc.

i pocket some names for myself over the years i'd wanna use. ie: darla brandy. darla was an entirely different oc concept with very, very little art, so i just applied the name to a freshly made oc.

i name characters after plants, songs, food, objects, themes, tarot cards, mythological creatures/deities/etc. examples: three of swords, pepper, eros, aphrodite. a very unique example of a name of an oc i have that's named after a song is last night all my dreams came true.

in the end, i just kinda??? come up with names accordingly? if i'm real stuck i ask my friends in corpse pit for help, and they're geniuses LOL. i also will say i like alliteration in names, which makes naming fun and easier for me - ie: andromeda angeles, esther everafter, dr demeter demize.

anyways sorry this is long - thank you for asking this question! i'll try to post/show off my ocs more - if you do wanna see them, you're welcome to follow my oc blog @cosmotelluriantarot since that's where i'm trying to post them a lot more consistently!

[auriannadabun]

Just some old drawings I have done of my OCs. First one was a sort of revival of an old OC of mine: Asrianna Dreemurr (yes, I know, Dreemurr OC bad). She was my first one and well...I have had a rocky experience in the time she has been an OC of mine.

The other ones are of my current OC: Aurianna. Have one of her inspired by Milla from Freedom Planet, thus her being a Bassett pup.

Another of her dressed as Byleth from Fire Emblem (given my main character in Three Hopes is named Asri after my first OC, thus setting up old versus new OC in my head).

And finally one of Auri dressed up as Roll from Megaman! I took inspiration from her current design, and drew accordingly.

And thats it for this little post...just wanted to share some drawings of mine I guess ^^;

[needlemeister]

it's getting late so here's some starting info on Overgrowth

The third iterator is named Aeternity Under Glass [AUG], also known as Eternity.

They are located where the ruins in Outer Expanse normally would be, with Journey's End as a subregion.

Their puppet is green and their associated color is violet.

Their facility is mostly a collection of vivaria due to the Ancients purposing them to focus more on preserving the flora and fauna of the world in case any kind of ecological disaster occurs before the Problem is solved.

The extra water output leads to the world between them and the sibling Iterators to be a lot more humid than before, eventually gaining a climate similar to Undergrowth.

So far, they have two purposed slugcats planned. One assists in collecting samples for their vivaria - and for a side project of theirs, and the other delivers the culmination of that project to its intended destination. The first is Iterator-grown and placed around Gourmand's point in the timeline, and the latter is wild-born and placed after Rivulet, about when Pebbles collapses. The first can interface with Overseers and Broadcast Nodes to signal to AEG when they've made a collection and the second is impervious to rot.

Hunter never succeeds in delivering the green neuron, and thus, Moon lies dormant forevermore. This causes her area to become overgrown much sooner than almost anywhere else thanks to her clogged pipes allowing buildup of sediment and other organic material. Hunter, however, makes it out of that situation, and later settles in Journey's End under Gourmand's care.

Spearmaster survives long enough to meet Rivulet, and the two become bonded. They adopt two pups together who eventually grow up to become this AU's version of the Saint and the Kindred (an OC inspired by the Friend from Solace).

By Rivulet's time, slugcats are adapted accordingly to the rainforest-like climate. They're agile climbers with tough, thick-skinned bodies able to counter the booming population of plant-based creatures such as Pole Plants and Monster Kelp. They're amphibious skin-breathers to mitigate the sweltering humidity.

Underground areas are so hot and humid that almost all slugcats, regardless of body type, get easily winded and fatigued by the thick air. Around the end of each cycle, the added moisture causes the air to precipitate to the point of suffocating and drowning most creatures unfortunate enough to be caught up in it. The deeper you go, the hotter the water gets, with pools around the level of Filtration System just about boiling.

I'm not sure on how other stuff diverges quite yet but I'm excited to flesh things out!! Don't expect to see this ever becoming playable though </3

[noxmachinimafr]

Corrupted Tzen armor - 3D Model

Hi, It has been a while, once again! Sometimes, I am not sure what to share on Tumblr. I will try to keep sharing about my 3D journey. The next episode of Untold Tale of Pandaria (Pandaria Monogatari) is running well. The progress has been a bit slower than expected because of the sleeves that are custom and a nightmare to animate.

Talking about "nightmare", we finally arrived at That part that I wanted to give a try for a long time: a short horrific Japanese ghost movie! I am a huge fan of the Fatal Frame game series, and I also really enjoy the tones of Asian ghost stories and movies.

(Note: This gif features a yokai, not a yurei or an onryo. But it is the less scary I found) In the machinima, I feel like I have the unique opportunity to play around with this! The whole scene in this Kaiki eiga style will be released apart to not scare the audience. Also, from the lesson learned from the prologue, I need to avoid multiple intrigues, to keep the narrative flow clear enough. So we will briefly see ghosts (many more elaborated and diverse models than below), and see later whom they torment and how they proceed.

This long digression being done... Let's talk about the new model I made and its lore! (Finally) I have had the draft idea of this armor for a long time! In the lore of the machinima, the Tzen armor is a centuries-old artifact of the eponymous clan. It is thought to have been partly destroyed, just like most of the belongings of the disposed clan. The last warrior thought to have owned and worn the armor was Tho's father. Although Mei-Phang claimed that they saw it, altered but complete, in Tho's bedroom, during their teenage years (so about a decade after the execution of all the Tzen patriarchs). The armor is considered an artifact because it changes with the owner's will and absorbs the chi around, accordingly. The Tzen identified themselves with the Mountains of the South that can bring prosperity or devastation. The armor thus "embodies" that ambivalence.

In the prologue, we could foresee that Tho chose a path of destruction, realizing way too late the disaster he'd caused.

But this had consequences. And notably on the Tzen armor. In the "Notes about the Untold Tale" (written by one of my lorewalker OC, Wen-Long) states that the Tzen armor got corrupted with so much bad chi that it started wandering by night, more likely seeking for revenge. Older Mei-Phang would have to relocate their students, when the armor started causing a big safety concern. Yet, the armor never attacked Mei directly, unless they wear the official kimono of the Zhu clan.

The customization work on this armor was pretty simple and straightforward. I started from an existing Huojin sentinel model that I rediscovered while playing (Han-zhu) on the PTR. (On the screenshot, you can see a hint regarding one of Han-zhu's first names, btw... :D).

The original mesh of the model had few refinements to attenuate the plate-looking style. I then worked on the main additions: -add a wakidate on the kabuto (helmet) -refine the sode (shoulder pads) - add a kusazuri and a haidate (lower part) These additions were very simple but they gave a nice silhouette. I improved my retopology and seam marking, so the work on the kusazuri/haidate was much less painful than on Han-zhu's samurai armor in the prologue! The main work on this armor was the texturing that was almost completely remade from scratch. First I wanted Tho's eyes to be visible beyond the menpo (mask), but it looked like he was squinting, like, way too much! And it really messed up the frightening aura of the armor! XD

So I decided to keep the eyes red-glowing and add Tho's "emblematic" red scarf, instead.

Cannot wait for the next episode (and little Kaiki eiga spinoff) to go live soon! Hope you enjoy this long post! Thank you if you read everything!! P.S. If you don't know yet about this machinima project, here is the trailer.

[uzchis]

#UZCHIS ─── ⋆⋅ This is a next-gen Original Character for Masashi Kishimoto's Naruto series as well as a standalone for multi-verses, too. Please read the rules before following / interacting · low activity . est time zone . composed by esme

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For the Naruto Fandom, Suengri is an OC child of SasuNaru/NaruSasu. If you are a Sasuke or Naruto RP blog, do not feel forced to take in my OC as their son. I know where my boundaries lie and can understand if you do not wish to see him in a familial sense. If this is the case, but still wish to interact with him, then we can think up other scenarios. I don't mind.

Suengri is not conceived through m-preg. I am not fond of that idea and therefore sought something different. My original idea thankfully has similar aspects to what Orochimaru did in the Boruto series. Suengri is not a clone, but a tube baby with Sakura creating the mechanics to imitate the necessities required to maintain a fertilized egg. For his Modern and AU verse, Suengri is born through surrogacy. 

BLOG. Although this is initially a Naruto RP blog, I do wish to focus on Suengri’s Modern and Alternate Verses as well. I think it will be fun to explore and give me a chance to interact with other muses, too. Please be advised and warned that this blog has implications for depression, suicidal tendencies, survivor's guilt, and self-harm. I will do my best to tag these accordingly.

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MUN. Thank you for reading this far. My name is Esme. I go by she / her pronouns and am twenty-six yrs old.

[skjaem]

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓

You've always had a thing for the blue haired photography major at your university. With his charming smile and seemingly perfect personality, it didn't come as a surprise that he's stolen the hearts of almost everyone on campus. After a chance encounter of you, very embarassingly might I add— tripping over your own feet right in front of him and sending the both of you tumbling to the ground, you slowly grew closer. But the seemingly flawless friendship you've developed just had to be destroyed, during one walk home after a late night convenience store run one day when you heard some muffled screaming coming from the nearby alley. With curiosity getting the best of you, you decide to be a good samaritan and check. What will you do once you witness the horror that was Jaemin hunched over the lifeless body of a man, carving his heart out of his chest?

Plot code : 02001

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As a police officer working under the Violent Crimes Unit, you're certainly no stranger to serial killers and horrifying crime scenes. Having solved countless of cases before, your entire life gets turned upside down when the Blue Reaper makes his debut as a new serial killer. You and your team have been chasing after him for months, following a multitude of leads and countless of clues but always ending up empty handed. While you're out here getting no sleep trying to formulate a plan to catch him, unbeknownst to you, he's already had his attention caught. Intrigued by none other than yourself. He's been stalking you, wether it be getting off from work, on the crime scene or even in your own home. It's a mystery to everyone including himself as to why he's so enamoured, but one thing's for sure. He's obsessed. And after you wake up once in the middle of the night and find him watching you sleep from a dark corner of your room, will you accept his morally contradicting attraction? Or will you choose to do what's normally right and take advantage of his obsession to turn him in?

Plot code : 02002

𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒖𝒏

The ever bustling and lively city, the capital itself, Seoul has always been your hunting grounds. You preyed on the unsuspecting under the cover of the night, making a name for yourself through multiple killings that always leave the authorities frustrated at each failed attempt of arrest. One night, you had been following after a male in a dark hoodie, certain to yourself that you've found the next prey to add to your ever growing record. But what would happen when the victim you'd have pinned against the wall of a dark downtown alleyway brandishes his own knife at you? What will you do, once you've caught the infamous Blue Reaper himself?

Plot code : 02003

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[fandomdaydreamer]

The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Pt 1

Stranger Shoes

Pairing: Pedro Pascal/fem-OC, first-person narrator

Warnings: None

Summary:

Nini Van Fleet: actress, musician, loved in every way when she isn’t currently the source of gossip. This year, nominee for best supporting actress at the BAFTA award show. Who would have thought she would also win a new friend in this world of fame and fortune?

Notes: Also find this fic on Ao3 -here- or the series' Masterlist -here-

This isthe start of a slow-burn fanfic involving multiple real famous people as characters (which I do not own and don't mean any disrespect to, including the real winner of the best-supporting actress award Yuh-Jung Youn) and also... let’s pretend like the world has been cured of COVID-19 and for just a moment, simply enjoy?

Length: 5.1k words

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Stranger Shoes

One thing I couldn’t get used to was the whole forced shebang around representing myself. Yes, I knew, I knew. This wasn’t really about me, I was merely representing the movie, the cast, the director and above all, the idea that movies can and should bring people of all kinds of backgrounds together to celebrate and validate art.

For a humble actress like me, the EE BAFTA awards allowed me to meet old friends from the movie industry and also new people of this same milieux. Above all was this pressure however and it didn’t matter what an honour it was to be nominated or even invited. Who was wearing the most elegant dress? Who had aged a little bit? You needed to be flawless from the moment you stepped onto the red carpet until you were sure you were alone again, preferably with a bucket of ice water for your feet and ice cream for your soul.

The red carpet was thus, a game of being seen and I was wearing one of those tres chic haute couture designer dresses in almost painfully uncomfortable high heels. Here came the struggle to avoid tripping for the price of looking like a princess.

I almost hadn’t worn these shoes but I had finally agreed that they were the most aesthetically pleasing option for a soft, cream-coloured evening gown. Please God, don’t let me stumble.

At heart, I was a modest person and felt like a foreign being floating in the vast space inside my limousine, which they had called ‘small’. It had generously been provided by our biggest producer, who was keen to show off their big nominee... which was me. Okay then, bring it on.

“Miss?” “Huh?” “We’re almost there.” “Oh, yes. Jolly good. Thank you. Rob, could I possibly ask you to help me out of the car, with my dress and all that?” Rob, my chauffeur gave me a smile through the rear-view mirror. “Of course, Miss.”

The limo drove up the path towards the event at the Royal Albert Hall and a few photographers already waited to unwrap the next reveal of who’s inside that car behind those tinted windows. I waited for my driver to walk over to my side and open the door for me. After all, a lady was expected to act accordingly and this wasn’t an occasion to bring a date who could possibly take over the job. Plus, there was no way I could get out myself.

As soon as the door opened, I was blinded by the flashlights and tried to outmatch their brilliancy with my biggest smile while exiting the car as gracefully as possible. The biggest shadows ever cast remained those made by the flashlights of the paparazzi, so you needed to be immaculate. Fashionably, even.

I smiled and waved and waved and smiled like anything, good behaviour thrown overboard first hand when I decided to step over a velvet barrier and reach out towards a group of fans who were calling out my name and try to get me to sign their posters, t-shirts, oh dear- that had been an autograph written on a boob. People behind the barricade continued cheering on their stars and a few of them were yelling my name again, so I went over and gave them as many autographs as they wanted. Even took some selfies.

“You are so pretty, I love you!” One particularly excited girl told me and I returned the pen to a random person. “Thank you, dear. I love you too!” Her arms were open and inviting and so I hugged her, staying true to my reputation that I wasn’t afraid of contact and always approachable.

I finally directed my steps towards the red carpet, where I was greeted by reporters.

“Leonie, who are you wearing tonight?” I was yelled at and I tried fighting my urge to give a weird answer. Who? My designer himself, that is! Do you see the leather belt? No, I bit my tongue and tried leaving my weird humour at home for once. Instead, I looked down at my fancy peach and gold coloured gown like it was the first time I saw it too. “Oh, this absolutely stunning dress was made by Alexander McQueen, I’m honoured to wear it.”

I roamed the crowd with my eyes, spotting a big star every now and then and got excited about belonging here, even though I was instructed to pose like a mannequin.

The night had become a little chilly and I smoothed my hands down my naked arms to try and stop the goosebumps from appearing on my skin.

“My goodness, Nini, is that you? You look like a princess. No, a fairy princess!” “Tom!” I had recognised his voice before I had turned around to hug my best friend close to me. Taking a step back, I looked at his deep burgundy, almost black satin three-piece suit and whistled. “Looking sharp yourself Mr Holland.” He laughed. “Thanks!”

I was so proud of my adoptive little brother and his nomination for best actor. We had starred in Anderson’s movie together playing brother and sister, only I was nominated for best-supporting actress and I secretly hoped we would both score.

We were asked to pose for the cameras and I couldn’t help but feel interrupted in our little reunion. “Oh, well... there’s time to catch up later.” He offered his arm for me to hold on to before we ascended the stairs towards the red carpet. “Are we seated together?” I asked.

“Yes, about that, I’m afraid not- I think there was some poor organisation involved. I’m sitting next to Dev though. Not sure what happened to your seat location.” I hoped I didn’t look too disappointed. This was much like being back in school and needing to sit with your gang. I had at least thought I was seated next to my co-star.

“What? No!” I protested as we reached the top of the stairs and were greeted by yet more photographers and reporters. “Don’t worry, I’ll be close and whoever sits next to you is very lucky anyway. I don’t know anyone who makes friends as quickly as you do.” “Oh, Tom. That’s an overstatement. I think it’s just because my natural awkwardness is such a good ice-breaker. Oh hello, there.” The mic of an exquisitely styled blonde reporter appeared under my nose.

“Good evening Leonie and Tom. You both look absolutely stunning tonight.” “Thanks!” “So, you’re both nominated. Do you hope to score two BAFTA awards tonight for the film you’re starring in together?”

Tom gestured for me to answer first, ever the gentleman. “If so, I would be delighted for everyone who has worked so hard to realise this project, including Tom and myself,” I answered in a way I hoped was charming enough. You had to be careful. Every word you said in public could and would be held against you. Not that I was very good at keeping my thoughts to myself.

“Likewise.” Tom threw in. “Honestly, it’s such a pleasure being here again, among all these talented artists and those representing our movie. It is as always, unreal. We’re here to have a good time and see what happens.” “And for the afterparty,” I added and he parroted my words with a laugh.

We walked slowly along the glorified red carpet. Tom caught me scanning the guests and the bitter tang of anxiety I felt couldn’t pass through him. He squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry, he isn’t here.” I sighed with a silly smile on my face. “Tom, I’m a big girl. Even if he was, I wouldn’t mind one bit.” I whispered, sounding braver than I felt. “I’m just saying-“Tom added. “He’s probably swinging lightsabres through the set of Tatooine and not wasting a thought about you either. Let’s have some fun tonight, okay?” I grazed his cheek with my hand in a gesture of thanking him for his support and friendship. “Yeah, let’s do that. Come on.”

We were stopping now and then to pose for more pictures or split up to enjoy the company of others because we weren’t attached to the hip until one shoot with the whole team was requested. Not once did I have to stumble, which was great. Afterwards, I lingered for a while, with a lovely reporter who had started a conversation in my native language and was recording it for Dutch TV. I greeted my family at home.

You got used to the attention. What you absolutely couldn’t get used to were the familiar faces you only recognised from big movies and while you try not to gasp at how close you are to all these famous people, you still caught yourself staring at- holy shit, there was Anthony Hopkins and there was Robert De Niro, the one and only Rosamund Pike and bloody Tom Hiddleston... were you shitting me?

The crowd of shiny suits and dresses parted and a pair of friendly and warm eyes crossed my gaze. Despite all the noises and distractions, his face had suddenly become the centre of my periphery. I was transfixed by his genuine, continuously softening smile which seemed to be directed only at me. I didn’t realise my smile had slowly died to be replaced with pure awe. My God, sometimes you witnessed a person becoming just utterly beautiful right in front of your eyes. I seemed to have forgotten how to function properly. The stranger’s lips had slightly parted and he seemed to have gotten oblivious to whatever the person next to him continued to tell him.

It took me a second to recognise him, for it seemed out of context from this place or anything surrounding the movie industry. The next thing I knew was that I was smiling at the handsome man who had mastered the adorable ‘look away, laugh and look back’ smoulder like a true professional. Godverdomme, I was backing out... what was his name again? Peter, Joel... not Fernando, was it? I certainly couldn’t act like I didn't know him, for I had just seen three seasons of him in this Netflix series ‘Narcos’.

Were we still looking at each other? It was too late not to stroll over and close the gap between us and say hello. That would have been rude. So, I did. My eyes dropped towards his wonderful long suit coat and wow; those shoes were amazing. A very attractive man with brown curly hair and scruffy stubble walked towards me and I was staring at his shoes.

“Hi.” He simply greeted me first and when we finally locked eyes thought I was lost from that moment on. My heart was feeling like it wept pure drops of liquid sunlight and I wasn’t sure why it hurt just a little bit. It was the experience of two persons coming together and their respective energies immediately clicking. “Hi,” I replied, hopefully not just dumbly repeating after him while outshining his smile. He looked like he was struggling to say something. Instead, his hand found its way to his neck, rubbing it in a rather shy way. Okay, good, so we were both a bit awkward. That made things easier.

He was the first to break the silence between us. “I’m sorry, I just saw you over there and I thought, ‘aah, that’s Leonie Van Fleet. I loved her movie’, I mean, your movie. Congratulations on being nominated.” I giggled at his words, glad we had gained a bit more distance from the reporters and cacophonous, snapping cameras.

“Thank you so much, that’s very kind. I really can’t believe it myself! I feel so strange between all these incredibly famous and talented people.”

“I think we all feel like that tonight, or more like... painted peacocks?” He mused, admiring the people strutting around in their fabulous attire.

I snorted out a mortifyingly unattractive laugh and stopped it with my hand. He tilted his head at my outburst and instead of frowning or sporting a similar weirded out expression, he looked delighted and kind enough not to mention it.

I cleared my throat. “I know, right? There are so many gorgeous people here and it’s terrifying... and it’s hard not to have a whole freak out. I’m so nervous.” I admitted.

He let out a deep breath through hollowed cheeks. “Nervous doesn’t even begin to cover it, I’m supposed to present one of the awards.” He was cringing a bit and we just grinned at each other, both in mutual understanding.

“I’m Pedro, it’s really nice to officially meet you.” Oh, thank goodness, I remembered his full name. He offered his hand and I did not so much shake it but held it and bathed in sudden warmth and comfort.

“Yes, yes! Pedro Pascal, the Mandalorian! I also watched Narcos recently and I was more than impressed with your work and I just thought the whole show was so compelling. I’m Leonie, please feel free to call me Nini. Everyone does.” I rambled but was relieved that I had provoked an even bigger smile from him. Pedro swallowed and he still wouldn’t let go of my hand until he seemed to snap back to reality and blink, maybe a tiny bit embarrassed. Oh, he did like me and I was more than flattered by it.

“Oh, ok, I will... uh, Nini. So, you watched Narcos? I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He replied, eyes crinkling with joy about me recognising his work. I hummed in approval and tried not to succumb listening to that voice inside my head which screamed ‘he’s cute, he’s cute, he’s cute!’ and which had begun shattering my brain from the moment I had noticed his presence.

“Can I admit something?” I asked tentatively and leaned in a little closer. “Yeah, sure!” “When I first spotted you over there, my mind didn’t immediately connect you to the cinema. Why was I thinking about a certain food truck on 47th street?” Pedro laughed with his whole body. He covered his mouth with his hand. “Oh, did I say something wrong?” I touched his arm, which I found out was solid bicep underneath the smooth fabric of his suit. Dry mouth. Relax.

“No, no, not at all. I was just- that was me you saw at that food truck, stuffing my face with a burrito and just freezing when I saw you placing your order back there.” Pedro wiped at his face. I gasped. Of course, that was it. That was why he seemed familiar. “That was you? Oh no, and I just left without a word when I got my food. I’m so sorry I didn’t recognise you!” “No, it’s worse you even remember that, I was straight out making a fool out of myself because of course, I knew who you were and just-“he gestured “-jaw stopped working.”

His face was so expressive and to be honest, that little confession had been incredibly adorable.

I blushed, hiding my smile but returning to meet his deep brown eyes. I quickly closed mine so I could focus on speaking actual words. “Those were some good burritos.” Sheesh, real smooth.

Laughing with him felt more natural than breathing but we were interrupted by a member of the security staff, who politely delivered a message from some reporters who asked if we wanted to pose together. “Sure.” We said at the same time.

“Is this okay?” Pedro asked before we were supposed to stand closely and I nodded, placing my hand on his arm while he gently held my waist, embracing me and simultaneously sharing the warmth of his body. With the additional inches of my high heels, we were roughly the same height and in comfortable proximity. I knew I was grinning like crazy; he had a strange effect on me.

“By the way,” I whispered only to him, nearly too close to his ear. “Those are some seriously badass shoes.” “Oh, they are, right?” He said in confidence like we were speaking about a very sexy woman and he twisted one foot so it would reflect and catch some lightning. I watched and whistled. “Really, really beautiful. I would wear them too.” There it was, that wonderfully contagious laugh. “I should try wearing yours. How do you manage to keep your balance?” “Uh, training and pure luck. My feet are killing me though.” Pedro sucked some air through his teeth and I thought I deserved his non-verbal sound of pity.

The photographers were yelling for our attention and for a short while, we just happily shared the same space in silence.

“Alright thank you.” Pedro excused us, much to my relief. My cheeks started to hurt a bit. “Well, it was really nice meeting you,” I spoke. “I guess I’ll see you inside then. Good luck winning that award.” “Oh, thank you. That would be rad for the whole team, I’ve never won a BAFTA.” I turned one last time before leaving him. “And good luck presenting the award. You’ll nail it.” I could have gone with a flirty wink but I decided to mess that up and go with finger guns instead. Pedro beamed and waved me goodbye. “Hope so!”

I spent the rest of the time before the show started with the Wes Anderson cast. Dev Patel brought me a glass of champagne and we and the rest made our bets who would win which award. Against my sense of humility, their bets were on me because apparently, ‘I had gone beyond everyone’s expectations.

People around me were chatting excitedly as I was led towards my assigned seat about two rows away from Tom but still in one of the middle aisles. He looked up when I walked by and waved excitedly, poking Wes in his ribs, who then turned around and also saluted me.

Turned out there really had been an organisational problem with my seating situation but that feeling of being the one left out was soon replaced when someone I previously met before stepped into my vicinity. He seemed just as surprised as me. “Whoah, you, here?” “Pedro!” “Am I in the correct row? This is seat 46, isn’t it?” “Yes, it is, take a seat! If anything, I’m the odd one out.” “Well, you won’t hear me complaining.” “Yeah, I shan’t either. Honestly, I’m glad.” I stood up to give him a chance to be seated so he wouldn’t have to climb over my dress.

Pedro wore a pair of black-framed glasses. He opened his suit jacket before sitting down next to me and revealed a simple white attire underneath. He cleared his throat and there was a semi-awkward moment of silence. When I simply had to observe him next to me from the corner of my eye, I thought that his entire outfit, including the air-tie, was more than delicious.

I raised one eyebrow at Pedro when he peeked at me while everyone else began to settle down. We both started grinning. I clicked my tongue. “These events are so formal, aren’t they? Part of me wished I could just at least rebel against the dress code. I like that you chose to not wear a bow tie.”

Pedro absently reached out to the place a bow tie could have been and smiled but he also turned his body and whole attention towards me. He could be so expressive with his body language alone, it was thrilling. “Now, why would you do that?” He almost purred. “You’re wearing the prettiest dress of the whole evening.” I smoothed down the fabric and noticed it looked almost a shade of pink in this lighting. This dress kept changing its colour. Maybe it could become red enough to hide my blush a little. “Thank you.” I looked down at his attire. “I’m quite obsessed with your outfit too. Especially your shoes.” He laughed. “Yes, I remember, thanks. Are your feet still hurting?”

“Excruciatingly.” “You can just lose them.” “And walk around on bare feet?” “Who’d notice?” I giggled at the pragmatic point of view, or was this just a man talking who definitely wasn’t obliged to conform to the beauty standard of his female colleagues? “Only the world, if for some reason, they do decide to give me an award...” He just looked at me calmly and it caused me to scrunch my nose and bend down towards my feet. “You know what, fuck it. I’m doing exactly that. Screw designer shoes.” “Good girl.”

I froze mid fumbling with the strings around my ankle and was only glad the curtain of my blonde hair was able to hide my reaction after those last two words were uttered. My eyes were possibly opened wide enough to pop out and I felt hot and cold at the same time. Something pulled tightly in my guts and my hips pressed down into the seat, legs twisting slightly. Would he please say that again?

The show was about to start.

When I looked back his gaze was fixed on the stage, smiling like nothing just happened. Pedro looked indefinitely clueless, the poor man. He probably wasn’t even thinking about how provocative that had been.

His attention was once again brought back by my happy sigh of being able to stretch out my feet, heels hopelessly abandoned.

“That’s better,” I whispered, earning a smile from him.

I looked down at his wonderful shoes. The crowd had stopped clapping for our host. “Can I try on yours?” I whispered. “What?” “Can I try on yours?” I wanted to find out if he would do what I asked for and hand them over willingly. He looked startled but suddenly eager to. “Yeah, absolutely. Go ahead.”

Pedro loosened the ties of his shoes and placed his socked feet on the carpet before handing them over to me as if passing a secret note in class which we could hide behind the seat in front of us. I busied myself putting them on. “Nice,” I exclaimed, prepping my heels onto the floor and observing how ridiculous they looked on my tiny feet.

We were just blatantly ignoring the whole show from now on, weren’t we?

“They’re a bit big.” He noticed as well and I hummed thoughtfully. “A fashion faux pas or do they go well with the dress?” “No doubt, I think they do.”

I laughed and suddenly, I was shushed by no other than Dame Judy Dench herself. She winked at me, but the message was clear. “Sorry!” I cringed and shared an amused look with Pedro.

We listened to our host finish presenting the evening and laughed at the anecdotes, clapped when appropriate and generally ignoring the cameras which filmed the audience. They couldn’t see me wearing Pedro’s shoes with such shameless audacity.

Of course, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut for long about it.

“I honestly wish you weren’t so charming; I might have not thought twice about stealing your shoes otherwise,” I muttered under my breath.

Pedro blinked but quickly caught back his composure. “Hey, I only need them back for a short while for my big speech up there but you’re free to wear them the rest of the time.”

“You would do that?” I asked, unsure if this was true and he was being serious. He pondered. “Nah, they’re too awesome. You can literally have anything else-“ he pointed up and down his whole body. “-but you can’t keep my shoes.”

I gaped at him, amazed at how our friendly acquaintance had obviously turned into playful flirtation. Had his eyes been that intense before? I reflected on his statement and tried not to lose my train of thought. “Totally understandable. Let me quickly put them o-“

“And the nominations for best-supporting actresses are-“ a magnified voice echoed through the room and demanded my whole attention. I had to stop working on Pedro’s shoes on my feet. This was my category and surely enough, my name was called and a camera was filming my personal suspension. Every nominee got a round of applause. “Nini?” Pedro whispered through his smile. “You’re still wearing my shoes.” I made a nervous sound. This was cool, they’d call another name and I would be fine.

Margot Robbie opened the golden envelope.

“The best-supporting actress is-“ My heart skipped a beat. “Leonie Van Fleet.”

My jaw dropped at the sound of my name. Around me, cheering, applause, standing ovations. Pedro helped me up as I rose from my seat and suddenly, I was practically lifted into the air in a giant hug from behind and I shrieked before realising it was just Tom, who’d come down two rows to congratulate me. There were hugs and kisses from my team and I was supposed to get up there and receive that award but oh...

“Uh, I- I- Uhm, yeah. I’m just gonna take these.” I looked at Pedro and panicked but he seemed about to burst out in laughter while still clapping for me. “Go, go, go!” “Ah, alright!”

I knew I must have looked like a penguin walking down those rows, smaller than earlier, all grace entirely disappeared from me. As soon as I climbed the stairs, I heard a few people laugh and saw them pointing at my feet, for my dress was cut slightly shorter in the front and everybody was able to see the mismatched look caused by a pair of men shoes.

I was too overwhelmed to precisely register my own lack of air to breathe. My feet swam in those shoes and the heels clacked onto the shiny floor before the next step. The wonderful presenter awarded me the BAFTA trophy and my hands felt shaky and numb as they closed around the golden mask. I marvelled at the award... my... award and I stepped behind the microphone and heard my own huff of breath. A minor blackout due to the sheer unreal situation caused me to lose my words and forget the tiny speech I had prepared just in case this would happen. Don’t look at your feet, don’t – the longer I didn’t say anything at all, the more the audience was cracking up.

“Uuuh.. heh.” I looked back at my, Pedro’s shoes and heard laughter. “Ahm... dear God, I don’t know what to say-“ My throat tightened a bit with emotion. “-other than to point out that I am so, so thankful for this and all the wonderful people who were majorly responsible to even pave the way for me to wobble up here. I want to thank my grandparents for introducing me to the theatre. I want to thank Tom Holland for being a rock in my life and last but not least, Wes for hiring me in the first place!” my heart felt like it swelled twice its size with pride. “Thank you. Thank you!”

My voice had started to quiver and I forced myself not to cry with too much emotion. Instead, I took myself and Pedro’s shoes back to my seat and was once again, accompanied by applause and words of encouragement. Everyone was being so utterly lovely. I was the luckiest girl in the world.

I could finally sit back down and held my cooling hand onto my forehead. The noise died down. Pedro was looking at me patiently and apparently, I was too thick to understand what was off until I saw his socks... Wait, socks?

“Oh, dear!” I exclaimed, snorting instead of laughing. Pedro did the job for me and Judy Dench scolded us for it once again, with the firm authority of a lovely elderly lady. Still, it worked and our muted giggles caused our shoulders to shake with laughter like we were a pair of naughty teenagers with poor self-control during a school gathering.

I slipped his shoes off my feet with much ease and passed them back to him. Consequently, the act of violently suppressing our emotions had no advantageous effect on my make-up. Tears were running down my cheeks and I quickly wiped them away with my hand.

Bless Dev Patel, who carried around a handkerchief and thought I was crying from receiving the award, while in reality, laughing with Pedro was the most addictive thing I had ever experienced.

To make him laugh, even more, I pretended to dab my eyes with my BAFTA award.

Unfortunately, the camera had seen that and I hid behind Pedro’s back. He wiped his face dry, chuckling until his body finally stopped shaking.

Dev’s handkerchief did an indefinitely better job than the award.

“I’m sorry but you have to stop making me laugh. I think it’s almost time for me to get up there myself and present an award. Hush now.” Pedro stopped quivering by putting a finger to his lips. To show him I was willing to comply, I mimed to zip my mouth shut and lock it with an invisible key. I thought he looked gorgeous with glistening eyes and slightly pink cheeks. Pedro could eventually tear his gaze away from me or else we would have burst into laughter again. Instead, he busied himself with putting on his shoes again. I figured it was time for me to prepare to endure my own for a little while longer.

The next trailers rolled and the nominees were introduced as their characters. Pedro knew this was his cue and he got up to close his suit and excuse himself as he managed to climb over my legs. “Good luck,” I told him as well and he blinked at me like a friendly cat.

Of course, I had to check him out when he walked away, meaning that my eyes followed his arse. How deliciously scandalous.

You could just see him glowing up there while presenting the award for Best Foreign Film to the Danish production of ‘Another Round’ with Mads Mikkelsen. The Royal Albert Hall erupted into applause, celebrating the big win and Pedro quickly left the stage.

When he had finally returned to his seat the racket in the room had already died down. The energy between us was buzzing but we remained silent with both our stupid smiles on our faces. We didn’t even really take a look at each other, just... acknowledged that we had found a new friend.

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Part 2

Translation notes:

"godverdomme" - God dammit

And btw, the /i/ in "Nini" is pronounced like 'ee', not like the /i/ in 'hi' or 'nice', so it's "Neenee"