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tieflingsfingers · 2 months

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Foraging for Ripened Fruits

What and who: Soft Dom Astarion smut, Character Study, Half-Drow Bard OC. Summary: Thomasin goes off to forage for a meal for camp, but Astarion pops in to remind her of a bet she lost. Realizing he's rehashing an old promise, she reluctantly agrees in hopes of enjoying his company. Warning/Content: 18+, Reimagining of first sexual encounter. Post bite-scene, part of series. A lot about two elves that are bad at feelings. Partial mentions of past traumas that inform their current actions. Word Count: 4,174 Ao3 Link

Thomasin wandered off the beaten path. Unknown thickets and brambles were an easy trek though. From a young age, the half-elf had been taught a labyrinth of knowledge about living off the land. A library of resources left to collect dust with each decade for she’d become dependent on ship crews and city streets with passing years. Now to only blow off those dusty tomes to reread with fondness.

Although, camp was just thankful she could identify a meal.

There was escapism in placing a floral handkerchief and guidebook in her wicker basket. Buckling her skirt at the waist to watch the length sway at her feet. Perhaps she’d find the same little blue flowers dancing along its hem. Handfuls of berries. Bitter leafy greens. Hidden roots revealing hearty starches to soak in broth. Dirt, crisp and cool, compressed beneath her boots. Patches of grass where plants raised their heads to the sky, bathing in sunlight and twisting at its joints.

Pinched between her thumb and forefinger was a leaf whose colors were difficult to distinguish.

She narrowed her vision and wracked the encyclopedia embedded in her memories.

Poisonous markers found themselves hazier and hazier as the years went on. Rhymes recited to know danger by its features. Whether speckles and lines were meant to be fine. Whether pinks and blues sent you praying at the pews. Or was it yellows at the tips? Spikes and spines? The longer this troubleshooting ran through her filters, the more she felt the urge to laugh. What a thing to have a lapse of judgment on. Poisoning the camp on the off chance their stew was more savory than usual.

Just as absurd stakes set in, the leaf was flicked away from her fingertips. The ball of her foot spun in the dirt, twirling in whimsy to head another direction. Skirt in tow. Light dramatics to match the melody humming from her lips.

That was, until the sight of another in her presence. Astarion had created a habit of startling her for his own entertainment. Knowing the windows of calm and isolation meant her propensity to be skittish. Thomasin scowled, immediate embarrassment melting into frustration.

“In the gods’ names, Astarion! Make your presence known or I’ll start sharpening every shard of wood in our vicinity.” She took a deep breath to calm herself from offering more creative threats.

Astarion couldn’t help but clutch his stomach in self-satisfied laughter. When they approached conflict, Thomasin was no stranger to deescalating those with sharp tongues or unflinching convictions. Her own proclivities for chaos even pulled the group into a few hi-jinks. She always wiggled her way out of things unscathed for the most part, from his short experience.

And so, how could he not take advantage of such a glaring pitfall? A gap exposed in her armor? Only for his own amusement, of course. Each of his steps became looser, bouncing with their weight, partaking in one of his favorite activities. Peacocking.

“Is it not hilarious that you’re more frightened of me than those giant bandits we encountered? Although…” He placed a hand upon his chest. “Maybe it’s a bit of a compliment. Thank you for that. I have felt quite the masculine energy in me with all this newfound freedom.”

Thomasin snickered. “Glowing. Don’t look a day over three hundred years old.”

“Excuse me, it’s not my fault you hop around here like a scared little fawn.”

“Okay, fine. What are you doing out here anyways?”

“It is a curse to simply be, I don’t know. Bored? The woods aren’t as magical as druids like to make a big fuss about. ”

Finding his answer lackluster at best, Thomasin continued to search her surroundings. Like a puppy gnawing at her ankles, he followed her trail, preparing quips to throw over her shoulder. Watching her pluck foreign fruits from mysterious branches. He’d offer an agreeable “hm” and “ah” in half-hearted acknowledgment as she conjured up ways to poison Cazador.

Nothing worth pocketing for later though. Scary flowers? To defeat the reign of vampiric terror? Child’s play. Absolute yawn.

Thomasin turned to be greeted by his eyes wandering about the flora with little thought brewing within. She found his predictability charming.

“You’re not even listening,” she said.

“Bah, nothing but accusatory language. I am immensely interested in what the leaves are up to. Which herbs are the biggest gossips or whatever,” he followed up. Almost too immediately. “I did have something to bring to your attention though.”

“Hm? Another confession? Lycan blood also in your veins?”

“Oh, I’d be unstoppable with Lycan blood in me. Imagine? A dinner of champions– Although I wouldn’t want to spoil my snack.” He inched toward her, keeping just enough distance to offset potential rejections.

Thomasin arched her brow, leaning back and compensating for the closing quarters between them. “Are you going to kill me now?”

”This is a peaceful coup, on my heart, I swear it.” One hand raised, chest puffed and proud. “Consider this a midday snack. Don’t be a sore loser now. A deal is a deal.”

Thomasin slipped into momentary bemusement, attempting to recollect what bet they made. The prize seemed obvious at least. His glances failed at subtlety and she’d catch his eyes dart to the clavicle peeking from her neckline. Not the most bizarre way she’d been objectified, but it still took some getting used to.

It was all uncharted territory. Even if she felt flustered, she had to press it down. Blushing admitted defeat. Docile defeat wasn’t in her vocabulary nor her nature.

He twirled his hand about, gesturing to matters as casual as the weather. “You cannot tell me my winning hand at cards is suddenly incorrect, Thomasin. I love delusion as much as the next man, don’t get me wrong. I mean, Karlach and Wyll could read you the contract as if straight from Avernus itself. Just a light nibble of thy neck.”

Thomasin wanted to retort. Yet, she had been around the campfire those long nights. She was aware of exchanges lightening the load of their gold pouches. The glory of riches on the line. Opportunity to watch Karlach drunkenly arm-wrestle Wyll or Astarion throw daggers at glass bottles with precision. Irresponsible banter around the fire was prime for it. Even if the night was hazy at this point, vague stipulations of a retired magistrate couldn’t be disputed. He was right. She didn’t think her hand was that bad, from what she could recollect, but he was right.

If anything, the length he waited was more of an oddity. The bet went unredeemed for a long while. Weeks even. They had been busy though. Shooing the feistier of goblins and gnolls into early graves, resolving power struggle after power struggle. Hunching over hastily cooked meals and soothing aching muscles in lakes. Perhaps flirtation here and there, but the sweet nothings had been there for comic relief. Cheeky remarks to remind them of normalcy.

“Fine, fine. C’mon,” she said, amused by his persistence.

The half-elf tugged at her skirt, sweeping it into the direction of a cushioned patch of wildflowers and clovers tucked beneath a tree. Her basket slipped from her hands, cradled by clovers.

Astarion grinned at Thomasin, following in suit, pinching at the bow helping fasten her skirt to her waist. He studied her shape like many times before. Quietly, but nevertheless. The drapery of her blouse and how it tucked in along the small of her back. Her sleeves pushed up to her forearm, billowing fabric tapered, cuffed, and buttoned.

She flicked her view up from her under her lashes. The stitches of her linens had folded into themselves to reveal her shoulder, her fingertips pressing into her clavicle as if she’d gather more answers from touch alone. She was a peach, carefully cut into slivers for his enjoyment. To drip and glisten down his palms. To sticky the already unspoken laws of the platonic.

“I caught you staring earlier. I-Would that hurt more? My shoulder?” Thomasin glanced down at the grass for a split second to consider her options, meeting him again with a quick answer. “Actually, that’s a lot more hidden than the neck.”

It’d been ages since one of Astarion’s conquests felt like less of a chore.

He was quick to slip into his role. Rehearsed as often as a shopkeeper stocked their wares, he turned on the “pursuer”. Sexual conquests and their success were a promise of relief. As much as he would never admit, he had dug into his filing cabinet of archetypes he’d approach. Whether she was a romantic, a bookish sort, or looking for sexual wanderlust. The complexities mixed with their constant travels made for rocky waters though. Talking alone wasn’t going to work.

This made him toss and turn at night. Feeling like the ground could crack under his cot every reverie and swallow him up. A man not suited for more than being hung up like a rug, heavy with dust, to be beaten and displayed as usual. He didn’t want to think about that.

“Perfect,” he finally spoke up.

Astarion gingerly pulled her wrist in to close distance once again. The chimes of nervous giggling made his ears twitch. As if it ignited something ingrained deep in the recesses of his mind. Was it an internal monstrous instinct? Was it a matter of preying on vulnerability? The promise of a quick and easy night in most circumstances. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, it was a positive emotion he couldn’t distinguish yet. No matter how benign.

He scouted out the landscape of her skin, although it wasn’t long before he noticed how quick her breathing was picking up. Despite her best efforts, his sense of hearing betrayed her act. The cold touch of his hand slid up under her jaw to guide her attention to him. “Your heart is beating out of your chest.” He asked, his words quiet but tentative for her response. “Does this frighten you? Shall we not keep going?”

Thomasin couldn’t answer with honesty. The anticipation of stinging pain brought forth memories of their last exchange. As much as mild affection was as sought after as a hot meal, she couldn’t deny the way his last bite felt. The half-elf bounced between its warm embrace and its cold isolated depths.

“Oh? Maybe a little…I don’t know. Go slow. Remember how Karlach said she’d throw you to the goblins if you accidentally kill me,” she said, downplaying her racing thoughts.

She knew to keep her wits about her. A woman grandfathered into the art of being a commodity. Her hands had been adroit at distraction en masse or individual consort. Easier dealt with when jaws slackened. Those equally alert, still capable of negotiating. Those were the ones to take with caution.

Astarion debated his next course of action. The consequences of a plan diverged gnawed at him, but luck had been on his side. Divine intervention that he might be able to leech off one more day. He forced himself to commit to the move, nestled in the crook of her neck planting his lips upon her skin. A kiss. Tender and hesitant. He could feel her process the change, an inkling of a whimper escaping her.

Another, applying slight pressure this time. A pause to gauge her reaction and then another. The affection felt like a physical weight lifting from his shoulders, clicking something in his brain. Until his sleeve was strained by her grip, sudden and uncertain. He glanced up at her, suppressing the urge to express his fear. That be may have muddied the waters of what ethics were left in him. That he may have read her body language wrong and he was still swimming rigid circles in an overwhelming ocean.

”Thomasin. Use your words,” he said, rising to meet her gaze again.

She let the silence linger, not knowing exactly what would be the best answer. What would be the most appropriate. And so, in times of high stress, Thomasin did what she knew best. Impulsivity was at least one answer.

Thomasin reached out for the nape of his neck. Sometimes giving into the soma, rich in delights and vices, was the only means of relief. The corporeal body hungered for finger foods and bite-sized delicacies. To imprint oneself into another’s skin. To find solace in desire.

Before she realized, they met in a kiss.

The half-elf’s cheeks felt the buzz of his laughter against her lips. One of the few displays of pure joy she had ever witnessed, not born from slaughter or rightful revenge. She could feel him relax for only that brief instant. Rare was a chance to enjoy sins without the looming threat of vampiric lords, and so Astarion had latched on. Twisting and shifting, subtle yet effective at slipping into the lead. His hands veered off course, groping at every curve, tender flesh hidden away under thin linens. Grumbles and mumbles. He exchanged his thanks for her body heat and traced along her thighs in their clumsy shuffle. Finding the hem of her skirt was only half the battle. The urge to toss her into the grass felt like a warm haze throughout his skull. Never let yourself sink too deep though. Always have one foot in the door of composure.

Thomasin tilted her hips forward out of instinct. Fidgeting against greedy hands and the covetous cursed pressed up against her undergarments. He had crept his way to the delicate floral embroidery lining her underwear. Whose stitching was preyed upon by his touch. Pulling the cloth aside to slip digits right against her clit, he felt her grasp around his arms for support.

Their foreheads were mere inches apart, exchanging inaudible but palpable tension. One couldn’t avert their focus from the other. But why would they? He was reveling in his victories, the way he locked her into a vulnerable position, finding himself enraptured by the noises that left her lungs. A surrender in her panting.

“You should have told me it would be this easy to break you down,” Astarion teased.

The satisfaction from any inkling of power was powerful in itself. His mind, clear and direct, whilst hers wavered. Thomasin welcomed alleviation though. She would strike down his ego with the fearsome sword blow of one thousand men another day. A safety net was being created in ribbon. The same tied precisely at the ends of her braids, flowing wherever their rhythm took them. What a strange feeling that welled up in his chest. Over a woman he could compare to thousands of others he slept with before. Surely, if he tried. She was half-elven of no noble blood.

Perhaps it was the promise of a bloodletting. A high he continued to chase after their last exchange weeks prior. Regardless, his eyelids grew heavy. That was, until he felt a tug at his waistband. Between the two, she had begun to untie his trousers, earning some pause.

”Now, now, hey.” Astarion’s words would've sounded casual if there weren’t for the tinge of concern in its abruptness.

His fingers slipped from her thighs, index and middle sneaking their way to her mouth. An act of indecency graced upon her tongue. Although Thomasin had not a single hesitation. Her own jaw had slackened. Her own mind clouded by the undivided attention. Sampling the fruits of his labor, attentive to his next move.

“You get distracted far too easily, darling,” he managed, despite his own voice at the edge of devolving, betraying him with his own lust. “All you need to do is tell me when you’ve had your fill. Until then, I’ll have mine.”

His eyes dialed in like daggers to the plum-stained lips wrapping around his fingers. The thought of succumbing now screamed at every aspect of his being and enveloped his loins. He blinked the interference away, a string of her saliva ever so delicate in the way it clung and snapped upon his exit.

He followed Thomasin's quiet desperation. One that spoke up in a whimper as his knuckles found themselves tucked under her jaw once more. The pressure was light, but firm, wrapping around her neck and bracing her against the tree. Just enough give to allow her shallow breaths.

”Would you like to lift your skirt for me?”

Light glinted off her cheekbones as she smiled, struggling to remember the last time she felt such an intensity coloring her cheeks. Her posture wobbled and waned, but the weight of the realms were no longer her responsibility. Fistfuls of linens were balled up in her palms as asked of her. Simple instructions. She clutched them against her chest, bare and adorned in the same blush.

Her compliance meant he was onto the next act. With a great thud, Astarion planted his boot upon one of the many hearty roots growing from the oak. Thick and sturdy, weaving throughout the soil. Using his now elevated knee, he positioned her for leverage. Her freckled thigh to be placed atop his and help widen her hips.

“How could you have traveled all these years? Met so many people, played so many silly little games, and yet you’re so bad at cards.” Astarion’s snuck back into her waistband once more, interrupting the scoff Thomasin let out by her heavy breath. “All those folks out there? Falling for your feminine wiles, no? Letting you win?”

Without warning, Thomasin felt the undeniable pressure of his fingers inside of her. He had positioned his feet in a firm stable stance and balanced her body with the weight of his own, pumping into her at a steady pace. She was locked in place, but couldn’t fathom a complaint.

Time lingered. Her legs began to tremble. Her eyelashes fluttered.

“Or are you losing bets on purpose?” he said. “It sounds like you should take your own advice. What was it you told me? ‘Watch out for men with sharp tongues and charming dispositions.’ But, alas, you’re not a woman of your word.”

He leaned in, quickening his pace. Such feverish passion that even Thomasin had to continuously acclimate to whatever he decided was her next venture. One of the bundles of her skirt fell and draped the two, her free hand opting to grab onto the back of his head instead. Her rings intertwined with his curls in aimless desperation. A gesture that made him let go of the powerplay upon her neck and join in the embrace.

“A sound that could lure a million sailors to their deaths. I could listen to you whine for centuries,” he purred, keeping the half-elf at bay whilst refusing any mercy. His name stretched its syllables from her lips, thick like honey. Urgent and stifled, yet strung out like another composition. It made Elvish infiltrate his vocabulary. Internal needs even he had never been allowed to unpack. “Hinual sreea, tell me. Your body belongs to me.”

Thomasin cracked a smile through her fatigued disposition, throwing her head back and fighting the urge to shout every Drow profanity she knew. “It’s yours— by sweet Eilistraeens. My body is yours. In the name raggath, please.” Thoughts consumed by the curl his knuckles and each stroke punctuating the last.

Little was left to upkeep in his performance. He had dissolved Thomasin’s intuition and judgment, free to shed his own anxieties. That was, until he realized what he was having trouble steering his own motives. Astarion simply watched her in a sort of awe. The way her body writhed. Scarred, freckled, silver tinted skin glistening from exhaustion. There was beauty in the crass and resilient. Something breathtaking. Like unattainable dusky silk, admired through storefront windows, awaiting to be torn into.

Needle-point teeth dug their way into her shoulder. Scraping under epidermis and into her veins, Astarion indulged, zeal twisting itself around her like ropes of sprawling ivy. Nothing more than waves of confusing ecstasy and questionable faith for the two. No god or goddesses in existence, only the light headed leap of faith toward her orgasm. Eilistraeens would want this, surely.

Before Thomasin could figure out his next move, she was riding every wave that crashed. It made her gasp. An audible panic as the puncture startled her. But the emotions were quick to mellow, pain much more manageable this time around. The intensity of blood purging seemed to be dampened by its coinciding pleasure. As if each corresponding sense knocked into one another, overlapping and tripping over themselves.

From the corner of his eye, he watched streams of blood spill down her shoulder, pooling where their bodies met and settling on her chest. “Decadent little thing,” he whispered in Elvish, as if the comment were more of an internal monologue leaking out. If fate would allow it, if the stars aligned, he would’ve kept going for eons. Dinner and a show. Her body lent an intoxication that made colors brighter. Sounds enticing, words processed as if eternally wading through molasses. Her yelping in pain and its subsequent laughter of thanks. The way her thighs tried to cling upon one another as his fingers buried deeper inside.

The conflicting sensations pummeled her nerves, shocking through her limbs in a way she hadn’t felt in years. Every movement became involuntary and overstimulated.

“Astarion, please. Enough, enough, enough!” She couldn’t help but choke out each word.

Astarion swallowed the last of his meal, licking his plate clean in such a primitive manner. Being fed after fasting for ages unlocked a rudimentary part of his brain. The elf swallowed hard, lips stained with the taste of copper, a thin red veil coating his mouth. Per her request, he gave her mercy from his selfish play. The bombardment simmered into a kiss to exchange their spoils within a sloppy rhythm. The direction of his mind seemed to have pivoted. Now his body couldn’t get close enough to hers, as much as he tried.

The inside of her eyelids shone a red velvet curtain. A shade not unlike the almost blackened hue of blood trailing down her chest. Catching shimmers of its highlights and plush, as if lit by bulbs of light in her mind’s eye. Enveloping everything until she was enraptured by pure endorphins. Cushioning the blow of her feelings until there was nothing more but pleasant horizons and hands to hold. Coziness in the desire of being wanted and the ephemeral homestead created for a bit. Until Astarion tore back the curtains.

Her eyes shot open. Reality rapid in its arrival and sunshine forcing her pupils to re-adjust. Thomasin fell victim to gravity’s disposal. Her body was propped up languid against tree bark. Its surface skid along her flesh until she could lower just enough to ease herself atop a bulbous protruding root.

The conclusion wasn't her untimely demise. Astarion wasn’t dragging her off to the guillotine, but that meant there was a different ending to this. He hadn’t thought that part through. The elf had thrown himself backward shortly after her pleas, taking enough steps away to collect his thoughts, chest heaving with the pulse of vitality coursing through him. Enough to power him into an entire night of mania if he wasn’t careful. With his back to her for these few brief seconds, he could think. His hand ran through his hair, dislodging tangles in the midst of his now disheveled facade.

“Are you okay?” Thomasin eventually said.

Her voice made his ears perk up. The question grounded him, the material realm known for being all too punctual. He palmed his mouth to wipe away any lingering blood and tucked his shirt back into his trousers posthaste. What little grooming he could conjure up before turning around. He grinned back at her, toothy and elated. Polar opposite to the disorientation on his expression not a second before.

“You think something is wrong after that performance?” He promptly gave two claps. “Would be offensive to not applaud.”

Despite his avoidance and fidgety demeanor, Thomasin decided to not pry. Her own knees were buckled. Emotion scrambled. What words she had uttered would be her own to contend with later, she proposed and shoved aside.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this,” she said, humoring him as she buttoned her blouse back up.

Astarion scoffed. “Gods, no. As if your gambling woes are going to become my problem. Encouraging your bad decisions is far more fun.”

Thomasin laughed, weakened by all their efforts, and proceeded to unhinge her jaw to speak. By the time she made a noise, she noticed he was already starting to walk back up the trail.

“Wait, you don’t want–”

“Nothing you’re going to dig up here is of my tastes, love! Still, grand efforts!” he cheered, volume rising as he went further and further along. “Dig up an old bottle of vintage and maybe I’ll bite my tongue! Good luck!”

And like that, she let him leave uninterrupted, rolling her head back and letting out a deep sigh.

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quitealotofsodapop · 20 days

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Because ive been watching the Fallout series on prime, I shall share my Fallout player characters;

Fallout 3/Lone Wanderer: Calfuray Cole.

Vault 101's chaplin and extreme optimist. Has Morel Orel-level's of belief in people no matter how terrible the world seems. Her father, James, specifically sought out Vault 101 to raise Calfuray in, as she had been born with a genetic mutation that worsened with higher radiation levels. By the time she manages to activate Project Purity, she's a dead ghoul walking. Doesn't do chems or drink - even though she tries. Most likely to be manipulated into being the idol of a cult centered around her.

Song Inspos: Anna Kendrick "Get Back Up Again" + Captain Murphy "Diciples".

Fallout New Vegas: "Hildegarde" aka "

Looks an albino deathclaw with ringu-style white hair. Towers over all other characters. Possible mutant and/or Think Tank experiment. Speaks only with the "Terrfying Presence" perk. Ultimately believes that she must "be the bad guy" to force the people of New Vegas to unite and survive. Nevada cryptid. Responds violently to all Legion. Surprisingly, a friend to animals.

Song Inspos: Poor Mans Poison "Hell's Coming With Me" + 1 800 "Pain".

Fallout 4: Pivot-Blue "Blue" & DomUnique.exe

Variant of my Pivot oc - this one being a RobCo collaboration between Pivot's creator/"Father" and General Atomics to create a Nanny/Babysitter bot. Pivot-Blue (or just "Blue" as Piper calls them), was a baby shower gift to Nate & Nora to take care of Shaun while the new parents returned to civillian life. When Sanctuary Hills residents were corralled into Vault 111, Blue was mistaken for a missing assigned Vault resident and taken inside. Nate and Nora put Blue into "Sleep Mode", and told them to wait until someone came to get them. Blue witnessed Shaun's kidnapping, and once managing to "shut off" Sleep Mode, decided to try and find their charge + learn how to enact vengance for their adoptive-parents. Meets a sentient AI named DomUnique.exe ("Dom") who's been trapped in a Pip-boy replaying holotapes for the past 20+ years. Dom is Blue's built-in guide to the Wasteland + rude dialogue option that lives in their wrist. Blue has no idea how to approach the Human-Synth issue in the Commonwealth as they are a pre-war bot made to look and feel humanly as possible, and is suffering from Pinocchio syndrome. Dom doesn't care ("Pfff! Who needs a body? I'm all digital ba-by!") and openly mocks the issue. Blue ultimately wishes to help people, while Dom just wants to make sure Blue finds better music.

Song Inspos: Blue; Sarah Stiles "Drift Away" + Ray Charles "I Can't Stop Loving You". Dom; KIRA & Hatsune Miku "Digital Girl" + the entirety of Macintosh Plus - "Floral Shoppe".

EDIT: Added song inspos

#fallout #my ocs #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #fallout spoilers #pivot oc #dom oc #calfuray oc #hildegarde oc

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ghouljams · 10 months

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HEHEHEHE thank u for ur compliments on my TA oc<333 ive been thinking over a name, maybe Belladonna? or wolfsbane? some sort of poison theme name, if u have any ideas id love to hear!

i can imagine them walking into lieblings shop, looking around for a bouquet to give one of their victims. they're looking good! glossy long hair, glowing skin and a sparkle in their eyes. looking too beautiful for a normal person so liebling clocks them immediately, eyeing them as they browse the shop. choosing the cheapest bouquet, most basic kind, why put in the effort of paying a lot for someone about to die?

I ALSO THOUGHT u mentioned how they dont eat organs, instead feeding on life force. i imagine they eat organs for fun, just a quick snack when they don't want to put in the work for a full meal. like when they wanna look good and attract people, theyll eat life force slowly but when they just need to survive i think they'd totally just swipe someones organs, maybe preferring bones eating them like chips.

i love ur feedback!! happy u enjoyed my ideas<333

Oooh poisons: Foxglove, cashew, oleander, hemlock, nightshade. Those are off the top of my head. I think floral poisons are easiest to find nicknames for.

It's the fact that they're buying something that really makes Liebling stumble. Fae? Whatever. Fae actually paying for something, not just enjoying the vibes? Weird, so so weird.

#ghoul speaks #oc talk #1fae1 #I love hearing about the TA!#Smart fae are fun #and I love that this implies there's a university somewhere in the city!

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spllcat · 3 months

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muse as a deity.

RULES: Think carefully about your character and their development through their journey (canon or OC) within their story. Fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! Multi-muses, feel free to pick any of your characters—just a few, or all of them. Please repost, so the dash isn’t clogged with reblogs.

ELY BLAKE.

GOD OF. New beginnings, ending, transformation

ASSOCIATED WITH. second chances, restoration, new chapters, self love, remover of obstacles, rewarding perseverance with good fortune and success in new endeavors, hope and possibility, but also duality, contact with other planes of existence, death, revenge, survival, resurrection.

SACRED PLANTS. medicinal herbs, poisonous & carnivorous plants.

daffodil ( rebirth & news beginnings ). trumpet gentian ( power & healing ). sweet cicely ( use during rituals for the dead or dying. helps with divination & the contact of spirit ). mullein ( represents the cross roads. offers protection from nightmares & hexing ). verbena ( psychic protection, peace & purification ). sweet pea ( blissful pleasure ). garden heliothrope ( devotion & dreams fulfilled ).

SACRED STONES / GEMS.

indigo gabbro ( magic, intuition, awakening ) lemurian blue calcite ( healing, past life, communication ) galena ( spiritual growth, transformation ) kambaba jasper ( grounding, earth energy, calming ) jet ( revenge, punishment ) rhodochrosite ( self love, emotional support )

SACRED ANIMALS. black cat, all felines, fox, crow, raven, owl, butterfly, moth.

COLORS. jewel tones, green, brown, red, bronze, gold, black.

FOOD. honey cakes, herbs, tea, fruits (especially apple & pomegranate), vegetables, cheeses.

SCENTS. bonfire, fertile soil, petrichor & ozone, herbal & floral, mahogany, liquorice & sulfur.

ACCEPED OFFEREINGS / WAYS TO HONOR.

acorn, pine cones, rain water, animals bones, sculpted and carved wood, bowl of herbs, flowers, cider, small cakes, blood from one's enemy, pretty trinkets, wishes & messages. volunteering at animal shelters, tending to wounded animals, sharing a meal with family or close friends, standing up for those that are marginalized, trying new things, taking care of your mental health.

tagged by. @carnivorare 💕 tagging. @wickedslip @contradictivs @faerytle @pumpcursed @citizenstarlight @insanislupus @ma1ignant @goldenlilja @ruinedmyself @hedonst

#tag game #up to no good ( chara study )

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airanke · 6 months

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what helped you design your OC that is paired with Dabi?

Oooh!! Great question <3333

My initial thought in designing Abiteth came from me wanting her to have a very versatile quirk - something that could be used creatively in most situations, which led to me giving her a plant based quirk (with a pretty significant backlash because otherwise she'd be so overpowered LOL).

What ended up being really nice about that was the fact that her quirk is super complimentary to Dabi's as a result! He can use the flowers and trees she grows as kindling - but, if he ever gets on her bad side (true of Villain Abiteth), then her quirk can be used against him, despite his quirk being advantageous over hers in any situation (ex. if she blooms oleander, Dabi runs the risk of poisoning himself and everyone around him if he sets those blooms on fire because smoke from burning oleander is toxic).

As for her appearance, I really wanted someone who was pastel in color primarily! I chose pink hair because I wanted to give her green eyes and pink+green is such a pretty, spring/flowery color combination~ Her tattoos are brown/pink to run with that spring/floral theme (plus tree bark is brown so it made sense to me!)

This ended up obviously making her look a little similar to Sakura, but I'm not mad about it because I love Sakura <333 - and personality wise, I guess, I wanted a character who was gentle and kind but firm and headstrong when she needed to be (in fact Abiteth can be manipulative at times and has an easy time lying, which is made worse by the fact that she can actually REMEMBER her lies - mostly because she lies for a purpose and not... just because?? Idk if that makes sense but it makes sense to me LOL; tldr, she's a good liar, but she's not a pathological liar!).

I hope that answers your question!

#Ask Air #lifeform286 #thank you for the ask sakdfnsladfknsdf

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sweet-milky-tea705 · 6 months

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RANDOM OC QUESTIONS REG( @bananacockatiel ) ASKED LIKE 2 YEARS AGO LETS GO.

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What does your oc smell like?

Mollie smells like leather/smoke, but also a little floral bc she uses scented soap.

Yasenia smells herbal and earthy. Ts yasenia smells the same but smellier bc shes in touchstarved

Ocs fave food?

Mollie likes bourbon chicken or anything adjacent over rice.

Yasenia likes pretty much any stew or curry with steak in it

what stereotypical clique would your oc fall into in highschool

Mollie would be a big gossip lol. But also in athletics so idk?? Jock ? Is that what this question means ?

Yasenia would be a nerd. But also very liked by the people around her bc shes sweet. Definitely was more introverted back then though

relationship experience?

Mollie has a lot of relationship experience. In terms of serious ones though ? Not a whole lot. Shes also like 43 though so LOL

Yasenia has a little relationship experience. She was left hurt a lot, so she tends to steer away from getting too close emotionally, especially ts yasenia

what's the favorite flower of your mc??

Mollie: magnolia/hydrangeas

Yasenia: forget-me-nots/blueberry blossoms

your oc's fave body part of theirs

Mollie: she really likes her back, gotta flex in the mirror before she gets in the shower LOL

Yasenia: she lovesss her tail so much(dnd) and ts yasenia really likes her hair. The whole curse thing has made it hard to think about parts of herself she actually likes

what is the meaning of your oc name? Or what is the reference/motivation behind their name?

Mollie: uh. The drug. The inspo was in fact molly bc i wanted her to be a kinda trashy possum lesbian. Which she is and i love her. Her character has changed a lot since then though

Yasenia: i made it up. Sorta. I wanted a name with a Y and i made her very quickly so i used a site and then changed some letters or something

what's their love language and why

Mollie: acts of service and physical touch !!! She loves to make things and do little things for people and she also is just really physically affectionate

Yasenia: honestly same as mollie. Ts yasenia is less touch oriented though for obvious reasons

Oc's relationship with family?

Mollie: bad. Her mom is dead, dad left, and little brother is kinda busy and withdrawn

Yasenia: good. parents are alive, no siblings, she loves them a lot but they have their troubles sometimes. She feels like they wont ever fully accept her curse(dnd) and yasenia feels like theyre rejecting a core part of her. She doesnt want a cure. Overall good though. Ts yasenia never met her parents so…

Who are the most important people (or person singular) to your oc?

Mollie: for a long time it was (LL) tari and mollie’s brother since he was her only remaining family but over time when he got his bearings and left, she kinda kept to herself. Then after tari cheated, it got worse. Then elowen came into the picture and its elowen final answer.

Yasenia: Her parents, (dnd)mentor, and (dnd) tari are the most important to her. For touchstarved though ? Shes on her own completely. Never met her parents and due to her curse she couldnt get close to anyone except the alchemist mentor who betrayed her.

If you met your oc irl would you get along?

If i met any of my ocs in person i would shit myself. But assuming i wasnt aware i made them and we were strangers, yeah totally. Theyre both social and compassionate people, not hard to get along with.

Oc's hobbies?

Mollie has a lot of hobbies ! She does leatherworking, blacksmithing, baking, some light woodwork, fitness stuff and weapons training,,, and being gay in taverns.

Yasenia is a magic user in both universes and mostly does that stuff. Her dnd magic is more faith and herbal based. Healing magic and whatnot mostly. Her alchemy stuff in touchstarved is different. She knows how to make and recognize poison but also little protection spells and such. Her mentor sucked

what's a lie that they tell the most?

Mollie’s is probably that she doesnt care. She tells it to herself more than anyone. Also that she didnt mean to do something she absolutely did on purpose.

Yasenia’s is hard. Shes very honest and vocal about everything. Cant lie easily at all. But her main one Is probably saying that shes not worried

specifically for the OCs with siblings, what's their sibling dynamic?

Mollie is the bully older sister who also protects her brother at all costs. Theres a 5 year gap between them so its a given

Yasenia has no siblings but in dnd she would play with the kids at the cave village thing. Her snow leopard thing made it fun. She had a very playful dynamic with the kids there and many of them see her as an older sister

favorite drink ?

Mollie likes ciders !! Like spiced apple and stuff. Preferably spiked

Yasenia likes teas of all kinds, she hasnt tried cider ^ but she would love it. Tea is her fav though

how are they with kids?

Both are good, neither really want kids though.

Can your oc cook? if so, what's their favorite dish to make?

Mollie can !! She likes to make soup and desserts bc theyre the most fun. Her fav food is still bourbon chicken though.

Yasenia cant cook. Like at all. She can mix potions and alchemical compounds and stuff with ease but you will never see someone fuck up an easy dish as well as her.

what is their best childhood memory?

Mollie: she used to catch frogs and play in the woods a lot as a kid before moving to porrima. Always covered in an insane amount of mud and leaves. She liked to try and make things out of sticks like lizard houses and swords and castles. Those were very happy days

Yasenia: she would run through the mountain valleys in her snow leopard form a lot as a kid. She would come home covered in bits of plant and burrs, smelling like wildflowers, she remembers that the most. She liked to catch bugs a lot too. Her parents remember the horror of yasenia coming home with a live cicada in her mouth.

#i wanna do a ship qna one next lol #mollie iverhelm #yasenia #ts yasenia #touchstarved #touchstarvedgame #touchstarved game #last legacy #fictif #last legacy fictif #fictif last legacy #last legacy oc #touchstarved oc #touchstarved mc #ask me about my ocs #ask me about mollie #ask me about yasenia #last legacy mollie #touchstarved yasenia

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floral-poisons · 2 years

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i got this lovely commission done all three of my twst ocs by @/himanyaw369 on twitter!! she was lovely to work with and her art style reminds me so much of shoujo magazines! she manages to add a magical romantic touch to her work!! 💗💗💗

image id: eros (he/him) walks besides madame flora (she/they) with emma in the background (she/her). emma is holding books in her arm while eros holds files and is talking into the phone. madame flora holds a long smoking pipe. the background is filled with trees with the faint outline of a city. there is also a body of water in the bottom right corner. eros wears a turtle neck with a jacket and his glasses. madame flora is wearing a qipao with a fur bolero and a monicle. emma wears her casual school uniform which consists of a button down, a bow tie, and a cardigan.

#floral poisons talk #floral poisons ocs #twstsona #yuusona #twst oc #art commissioned by me

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lorei-writes · 6 months

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Winter Flower

Chapter XV: Rumble

Masamune x OC [Hana] Summary: Hana wakes up in the gardens of Azuchi castle without any recollection of her past. Who is she? What was she doing there? And most importantly – what is she supposed to do now? Placed under supervision of Lord Date, Hana has to find her footing in the unfamiliar reality of the warring states. Series Masterlist

Content Warnings: poisoning

The scent that follows him hits the water, dissolves into it and spreads even further. It is floral, like… Lilac. … and sour like vinegar, suffocating, itching, pungent and nauseating in its many notes I can barely distinguish. But, more than anything, it is sulphur that meets … saccharine.

Don’t move, the me repeats, now with more urgency to the her – my? – voice. The words come through like a knife, sharp threat pressing against my throat being the only barrier there to prevent me from making a sound.

I crawl into bushes bordering the tall grass, begging for its blades not to sway too much. Be as inconspicuous as you can be, me, I pray although I am not sure to whom.

Breath catches in my lungs. The man raises his head, narrowed violet eyes searching through the plains. He glances back towards the river, however, but I cannot tell what it could be that he sees there.

Quiet, heart.

The man steps forward. This stream is not a particularly turbulent one.

Don’t make a sound.

The scent that follows him hits the water, dissolves into it and spreads even further. It is floral, like…

Lilac.

… and sour like vinegar, suffocating, itching, pungent and nauseating in its many notes I can barely distinguish. But, more than anything, it is sulphur that meets

… saccharine.

River splashes, louder now as he passes through it. He stops, however, and I follow his gaze, his eyes latching onto the bucket I have discarded in my haste. I have to choke down a curse.

My heart drums.

The man resumes his advance, one hand cautiously placed over the hilt at his hip.

Think, me. Think.

He is close. Ripples begin to reach where I crouched just a moment ago.

Think!

But I don’t.

Time is up.

Our eyes meet. Metal clinks as he unsheathes his sword, steel swallowing the light of the day.

“My, my,” he muses, prompting shivers to embrace me whole; too late, however. The ground has already taken a hold of me. I cannot move, and cannot be moved by something so lithe either. “A flower blooming in the fields.”

I do not like the look he gives me.

Somebody…

Anybody…

Help me.

***

The forest path we tread is quite hard to navigate, be it because of the roots sticking out of the ground or the trembling of my legs. I stumble every few steps, the man walking behind me then tugging on the rope that binds my hands. It hurts and each time it hurts worse. I wonder whether falling to the ground would not be preferable in this situation… Nevertheless, I do not dare utter a word of complaint.

***

Save for the rattling of my heart, the world is static. Not a single whisper ripples the air around, all sound ceasing the moment we’ve first saw the glimpse of the castle in front of us.

Gates part.

My legs wish not move.

I am shoved forward. The space between my shoulder blades burns.

***

I have no recollection of how I got to this room. I try to move. My legs are bound, as are my arms – I suppose it is one of their sweet mercies that this place, wherever it may be, appears to be above the ground. Truly, lucky me. Ha. Ha.

My head throbs while my stomach cramps. I need water, and I need it now, but the way I am… I would not be able to drink it either way. Alas, there is nothing else in this world that I crave so much. There has never been, I’m certain of that.

I try to see, but my eyes are either unable or unwilling to provide me with clear vision. My body twists and turns, joints contorting themselves in a desperate attempt to… to… to do what, exactly?

There is no escape.

I know, me. I am aware.

But we still struggle, to our own detriment. If there is any tomorrow to be had, my skin will not welcome it with open hands.

The door opens.

Steps.

Steps…

Somebody stands behind me. Their clothing rustles, scratches against the floor… The bedding… Me, eventually, I suppose. I ready myself for the worst, but instead, they force me to sit up and press a bowl to my lips. I drink voraciously, but they don’t seem to have enough patience to nurse me – what could very well be half the precious water spills down my chin.

I am being pushed around again. There comes this burning… Yes, I think I understand how I got here in the first place. I think I…

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I am roused by the lurching of my body. I cannot hear. I cannot see. There is only the ground below me, as now it is the ground, not a bed… and this mildly numb feeling on my skin.

My stomach burns. It swirls, warps itself, shrinks… Expands, each of its convulsions snapping my back. My mouth fills with saliva.

I cannot think.

I do not groan.

Whatever it is that my body wishes to expel, it is being pushed out by any means available. Whether it does work…

I do not know.

My hair is wet.

I am covered in cold sweat.

I hope it is just sweat and nothing else…

… Here’s to hoping, I’m afraid…

Here’s to… the thoughts… that still rattle in my heavy head…

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I wake up for the third time. It is bright now, and I can see… somewhat. Yes, I can see somewhat clearly this time, although all colours and shapes are offensively vibrant, sharp. My wrists and ankles ache, but the weight of my limbs aside, I am quite free to move… were the covers not as heavy as they are.

After what feels like half an hour of struggle, I manage to turn onto my side. Wrong call, me, wrong call. My mouth fills again, dull ache spiking in my stomach. I am shivering, or the shivering is me. I cannot quite tell.

Breath, two breaths…

The commotion that are my insides silences eventually, and blood runs warm in my veins again. I flex my fingers, but I am reluctant to move. The futon I’m in smells nauseatingly fresh and my hair feels damp; it would be a shame to ruin the work of whoever has taken care of me.

The door slides open, the sound alone drilling into my forehead. Breath, two breaths – I try to control myself and beg my stomach not to empty itself again. I gulp back the saliva, maddeningly sweet earthly scent reaching to tickle my very nose.

“You’re not quite well now, are you?” a man, the man from before, asks. “To think I’d see you all the way out here… Ha.”

I do not say a word.

“There’s not a word you’d like to tell me?” he muses aloud before taking a step towards me. “I don’t suppose you’ve gone deaf, flower.” He sits behind my back. The shivers returns with double the force, long fingers combing through my hair before taking grasp of a few strands and pulling at them painfully. I groan through my narrowed throat.

“Let me think…” he trails of, his nails scraping against my scalp. “Naturally, your fate is yet to be decided. You can influence it. It is merely a question of whether you’re willing to save yourself, or whether you’d rather perish.”

I swallow back any raising stomach acid. “I won’t be… of… any use to you,” I rasp out in a voice that does not seem to belong to me. It is too rough, too tired… In a way, too sanded-down.

“Think your predicament through. I will pretend this now was a feverish grumble.” His hold on me loosens, although there is little relief to the fact. Seemingly amused, he begins to stroke my head, the way owner pets their pet… As demeaning as it is, it does allow me to stall and at least attempt to gather my thoughts.

“I… don’t… know anything,” I try again. It is hardly an understatement – whatever observations I have made, given my current state, have been hazy at best or completely erased at worst. At least for the time being.

“We could start with the troop count, the number of casualties on your side, the state of your provisions, reinforcement to arrive…” the man sighs. “Or perhaps the name of your leader? I don’t suppose you were taken out here as merely a dead weight or a toy… but prove me mistaken if that is to your desire.”

“M-Masamune Date,” I stutter out. That much… That much should not cause much harm, right?

“Beautiful,” he hums in contentment. “We may be able to talk after all. What else are you willing to share with me to avoid having your stem snapped?”

Brief flash of the one conversation I held with Mitsuhide speeds through my mind. I wonder, could it be that he deals in something similar…? However, that trail is a useless one – I need to focus, and this time, I have to make it. I have to… unless… I am to contribute to…

“T-The reinforcements ar-are t-to arrive,” I lie, strangely strained despite barely making a sound. I grasp onto the covers, my arms trembling regardless of my attempting to still them.

“Reinforcements, you say? Who exactly is to come?”

“I-I-I d-do-don’t kn-know.” I can barely control my voice… or, to be more precise, my entire body.

“How come, flower? That’s not good enough, I’m afraid… Not for me, not for anybody else…”

The man shifts in his spot. I can feel his hand on my shoulder. He yanks at it to push me on my back, his weight pinning me down as I break out into convulsions. His knee presses onto my thighs, his face dropping much too close to mine for my liking. Soft black strands prick at my cheeks, cool gaze piercing through me like pikes. Were it not for the heat radiating off his skin, I would wonder whether he isn’t a doll, an ornamental piece decorated with an eternally unshakeable smile.

“Tears won’t save you,” he whispers. “So?”

“M-Masa-mu-mune k-kept me-me o-o-out o-o-of-f the i-i-in-fo-r-r-ma-tion.”

“Oh? How thoughtful, indeed.” He pauses briefly, his eyes narrowing as if blinded by what lurks at the corners of his lips. His breath smells of fruit… of peaches, and watermelon… And of plum bloom. “Do you think he will come to save you?”

I do not have it in me to reply. Whatever has been done to my body, it clearly has worked. My tongue will not obey by any of my commands, nothing more than quiet grunts and saliva spilling from my mouth. My heart clamours nearly to the point of shattering.

“Allow me to disillusion you then. The man you oh so courageously followed to the depths of your personal hell has shot his own father when that stood in the way of fulfilling his duty. And what else are you now if not an obstacle?” he laughs a derisive whisper. “So, Winter Flower… Why don’t you save yourself and change the sides? My garden is empty as of now…”

No…

This…

None of this is right. None.

“Ah… I see, you have not yet recovered from my gift…” he trails off unnaturally, each word coming through as a distorted mumble.

“Think… my offer… through…”

Weight fades away from me as does the heat clinging to my skin. I am being washed by lukewarm numbness, barely aware of the fact of being – unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling… What little of me still is inside of my body are just those thoughts, compiled and compressed, hardly different from a terrified child curled over themselves in a corner while the omnipotent adults fight downstairs. In a way, however… my state does resemble abandoning myself. The quiet in my mind is empty, devoid of the echoes that haunted me through the days so insistently, just to leave me striving for myself when I could use hearing from them again. The past me… Where are you now? I want to talk with you again…

Series tag list: @cheese-ception @nuttytani

#masamune date #ikesen masamune #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikemen series

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sleidog · 1 year

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Learn about my OCs! post #3 Rui!

Rui's turn! my sweet, gentle flower boy who also happens to be, quite by accident my strike/raid/dungeon main

[ Name ] Ruisehart/Rui

[ Species ] Sylvari

[ Height ] 6'4"

[ Age ] 18-28 [36-46 by more normal age conventions]

[ Class ] Necromancer Reaper

[ Cycle ] Dusk

[ Gender ] Male, He/Him

[ Status ] Married

[ Orientation ] Demisexual

When Mordremoth appeared, he concocted a potion that was intended to put himself into a suspended state of animation for 5 years, hopefully, when the threat of the dragon would have long passed over, not wanting his advanced knowledge of minion creation and preservation to fall into the wrong hands. However, with the whispers already starting to creep into his thoughts, his ratios for his potion failed, resulting in his death through poisoning. Prior to this, Rui was a simple funeral director, skilled in making bodies presentable for open caskets, complete with deeply complex floral displays to honour the dead. How close he could work to a specification and how meticulous he can be are his biggest assets. He would also frequently handle pet burials and occasional taxidermy, which briefly led him to meet Slei during his rougher days.

After the events of Heart of thorns, Rui is found in his death state by Tai. Unwilling to see such a fate befall a well loved companion, despite it being extremely one sided, Tai shares their lifeforce with Rui, skirting the lines of the Necromancers code to not bring back the dead in the form that they died. Rui is led on to believe that his potion worked by Tai [who thumbed through his research notes] and doesn't find out the truth until much later. [LIKES & DISLIKES] ✔ Tea ✔ Flora ✔ Good manners ✔ Peace and quiet ✖ Loud noises ✖ Needless death ✖ Wastefulness [ A b i l i t i e s /p e r k s] Empathetic Rui is very well tuned to his fellow sylvari before his eventual loss of connection to the dream after he poisons himself. Mild mannered Able to keep a level head even around the most destraught greivers and in generally perilous situations, his even temprament tends to be quite infectious and helps others around him calm down. It's speculated that the delicate scent from his flower assists with this. Patient Rui is a funeral director and mortician, his work is slow and methodical and he has patience in spades! he's a very good listener as well. Speaks to the dead A more controversial thing that Rui can do, is temporarily raise the dead and speak to them about their cause of death [in the event that theres no witnesses and the resulting body from an incident is in fair enough condition to be reanimated and speak, similarly to the DnD ability!] or, in the event a body isn't claimed by friends or family, he'll raise them to make sure they get closure and the ceremony they would have wanted, free of charge. [Trivia] He has odd horns that stick out of the back of his head, they feel like thorns

He gets quite dry easily. He has a healthier glow and more color to his leaves after a drink.

He lacks a shine in his eyes that is hard to notice, post death. His general appearance in his hands, feet and general leaf shapes across his body are slightly reptilian in appearance, yet still textured like leaves. Rui shares some of Tai's power post resurrection and as a result he can no longer speak to the dead because they just stay reanimated and don't eventually go back to 'sleep'. He has only made this mistake once and is too scared to try it again because of the consequences. Despite being an absolute pacifist, Rui is a reasonably skilled fighter and the reason and origin of this is unknown. I cornered and unable to get out of a confrontation it's very likely to end badly for the aggressor. Rui's minions have little outfits, and names! They also have a mummified appearance and less fleshy than the standard GW2 minions. Buddy, flesh golem Buster and Georgie, bone minions Squiggles, blood fiend Ripley, Bone fiend sometimes he also has jagged horrors that assist him with things, however these minions are temporary and wither away too quickly for him to bother naming them. standing illustration of rui is by https://twitter.com/lohenwolfe

#gw2 #gw2 art #sylvari #gw2 screenshots #rui #ocs #worldbuilding #long post #sinigh

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sakuramidnight15 · 9 months

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Character Bio

Name: Venomia Fleur

(Japanese: ヴェノミア・フルール)

Romaji: Vu~enomia Furūru

Quote: "I require my own patience, not out-lashing mannerisms... So do you mind?"

V/A: Ai Fairouz (Japanese)

Gender: Female

Age: ???

Birthday: January 2

Star Sign: Capricorn

Eye Color: Light Green (Her normal eye color)

??? (Unknown Eye Color)

Hair Color: Light Red Ash

Height: 174 cm

Race: Crestia Demi-Goddess

Species: Abyssal Type (High-ranked)

Homeland: Themyscira Empire (4th Kingdom Level)

Family: Unnamed Parents

Unnamed two older sisters

Unnamed Grandparents

Unnamed Family-in-laws

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Crystaleon (@fumikomiyasaki)

School Year: Third

Class: 3-A (Same Class with Aine)

Student no. 20

Occupation: Student

Maiden of the Fleur Temple

Head Mistress of Ivy Domain

Club: N/A

Best Subject: Potions, Mathematics, and Science

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Color: Green, Light Yellow, White, and Red

Favorite Food: Fried Kebabs, Iced Lemonade, Sour-flavoured Food (Mostly), Lemon and Honey Drops Candies, Mango Peach Pie, Tropical Drinks, Fried Meat (Mostly), Maple Syrup Pancakes (With various Berries),

Least Favorite Food: Too much Ketchup, Bitterness (Mostly), Tasteless Food, Goat Meat (Mostly), Jawbreakers, Herbals (That tasted bitter), Bubblegums,

Likes: Exploring New Forest Realms (Mostly), Botanical Activities, Reading Chinese Graphics, Flower-seeing, Many Monstrous-Flesh Eating Monsters (Mostly), Meditation, Flower-crown making, Temple Visiting,

Dislikes: Loud Noises from the sky (Mostly), Aine and Isamu's bickerings (Mostly), Seeing Achlys's mood swings, Someone or Something wasting her time, Anything that seems distasteful to her opinion, Her older sister's ranting about marriage, A wish that cost building destruction,

Hobbies: High Collected Memory, Temple Visiting, Meditation, Wanting to see a Monstrous-Flesh Eating Monster (Mostly), Botanical Activities (Mostly), Exploring new Forest Realms (Mostly), Flower-crown making, Being a daily alarm clock for her fellow crestia demi-gods (Mostly),

Talents: High-skilled Abyssal Magic, Hypnosis Abilities, Demi-God Physical Strength, Floral Mage Abilities, Poison Plant Manipulation, Snap Dragon Command, ???,

Nicknames: Vena or Monia (From her family and friends)

Venomia-senpai or Fleur-senpai (From the freshmen students)

Lady Fleur (From all the Servants)

Via or Vivi (From her fellow Crestia Demi-gods)

Noa (From her older sisters)

Other Nicknames:

Lady of the Maddest Poison

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Venomia has an average female body build but has an structure up-building which is unusual for a female individual like her, which means her structure is similar to a man but much more feminine. She has light ash red colored hair which she ties the right side of it into a side ponytail. She has light green colored eyes but when using her crestia demi-god abilities the color of the other color for it remains unknown for the time being. Venomia is considered to be an understandable individual but is mostly centered when it comes to things that aren't in her area.

Personality: Born as the youngest child within her lineage, Venomia was considered to be dull and has the incapability of feeling much of other emotions, despite the fact that she had never failed to disappoint the family and its historical upbringing, not a single emotion surfaced into her childhood days. To Venomia's thoughts on it back then, she found nothing to be considered as worth to hold within her lifestyle, which concerned towards her parents and sisters ever since till a certain issue within the family had brought up within the Ivy Temple just to drag Venomia down the pit of her living which turned her into a lifeless of her shell.

But all things changed when the grand ivy within the temple chose Venomia to be its current user for its power and legacy, for the first few times within her lessons as the lady of the temple, it indeed brought the young crestia demi-goddess into a spring of sudden emotions after seeing nature and it's abilities as time passes on within her life, which it includes her fascination of plant monsters who are capable of consuming fleshed beings, which Venomia finds them thrilling as she grew older.

The current Venomia we're seeing now in the present-timeline is known for her secured obedience and disciplinary for many valid reasons as her job applied so for many, but she can be understandable for various situations as a crestia demi-goddess, like her other fellow crestia demi-gods within the dorm, she seems to be a neutral fellow member within the dorm itself within a daily schedule. Despite her current appearance as she grew up in present, she seems to have managed to have an understanding of some emotions she has in the present but for the rest has remains unknown for her own curiosity or more.

She seems to be rather okay with much of the situations however she can raise her ears to hear something that catches her interesting in some other way around but it depends on how she responds to them in her own opinion and level. Which is why she is understanding with her ears and mature for her age of level. Although she would rather stay low for status for various reasons which seems rather important which she cannot answer, although she can get a headache if things were going out of hand and level for her management, which Venomia is more of an assisting role kind of individual and does not want any leadership role but she'll manage somehow but not for long on her brain and balance.

Though obedience is one thing to know, but her limit is far beyond limits whenever she's about to cross with. Composed and ladylike but silent as a trap ready to be at upon, Venomia wouldn't hesitate to remind and goes sometimes for brutality of violence on anyone who misreads her mind and words, sometimes silence is an all the way to go but for Venomia and her upbringing childhood? No. She knows more than what's there behind them.

Please give her some thinking whenever another issue is brought up, she isn't fast at getting things done but is clever for settled ideas to the bottle.

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Trivia

-The name 'Venomia' means name by the word 'venom'. While her surname 'Fleur' is a french name for the word 'flower'.

-She's based on 'Serah Farron'. One of the characters within the Final Fantasy Game Series.

-Loves seeing forest realms, including some forest within the countries of the rift border. Venomia visits them whenever she has the chance.

-Seems to have her knowledge of the other races within the rift as well.

-Venomia knows how to handle her words, clever that she misunderstood on anything she hears.

-Is an true expert on botanical activities, especially on greenhouses and powerplants.

-Is okay with her family desire drama going on in the past but things have settled down in the present.

-She seems annoyed a bit whenever her sister mentions marriage, Venomia would make an expression including uninterested thoughts in it as well.

-She and Isamu were dance partners back then, but eventually became neutral with one another. It seems that Isamu understood her conflicted personality after meaning her.

-She's also neutral within the dorm members and belongs in the dark side with Achlys as an abyssal type like him, however he seems to be the only one she talks to despite others within.

-Is also a daily alarm clock in between for Aine and Achlys, although she does seem to be bothered by it at all.

-Rarely finds anything interesting from her past till now, but she hides her curiosity till she says so.

-Aine seems to be interested in Venomia before they enter the dorm, the two become rather friends in the end with odd likings towards each other.

-She and Achyls often have an understatement agreement towards nature and its abilities. He seems to not mind seeing her thrill-ment of fleshed eating monsters whenever he brought it up to her.

-The issue that was mentioned before was in fact the trouble at the Ivy Temple before she became the lady in the present timeline. In the past one afternoon around at sunset, Venomia had wandered towards it till she came in contact with an extremely rare amount of poison kicked in from the temple itself, which caused her family and sisters to put an uproar with the household upon the tragedy till she managed to regain consciousness during her midweek survival on her revival. She was hospitalized for five weeks.

-Her voice sounds low and decent when talking to others, but however the tone and words go differently on another level whenever she feels moody. Which is why I chose Ai Fairouz to be her voice actor.

-Is fluent in Chinese Language.

-Venomia can get headaches for things that aren't in her forte. She'd rather not handle it eventually.

-Makes flower crowns out of habit whenever she feels bored.

-She is mostly found reading Chinese books in any secluded areas whenever she's on her free time or feeling bored within the academy.

#mc #oc #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #gacha club #gacha games #gacha club mod #bio #character information #royal sword academy #rsa #venomia fleur #via

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meowtalhead · 6 months

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My ocs making tea

Midnight: only high quality tea carefully steeped with special consideration for time and temperature. Just enough honey or sugar to lightly sweeten it without altering the delicate and subtle flavors. Little, if any, milk or cream. Served from a very fancy teapot into beautiful dainty teacups with skeletons and poisonous flowers painted on them

Andrea: likes herbal and floral tea, with honey and lemon to keep her throat in good shape for SCREAMING. Collects cute teacups and mugs with kittens on them. Served with tiny sandwiches and scones

Shredwin: normal store brand tea, just follows the directions on the box if there are any, in whatever glass happens to be in the cabinet. Honestly prefers coffee

Easton: likes strong, rich, black tea like Irish breakfast tea. steeped for far too long, way too much cream and sugar, served in a coffee mug with bacon, eggs, waffles, and hash browns. Loves tea but he's really more of a hot chocolate guy

Veronica: steeped in microwaved bailey's, sweetened with maple syrup, in a novelty beer glass with an inappropriate pun on it

Kevin: only drinks gasoline

#my ocs #metal mysteries #shitpost

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procyo9 · 1 year

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✨️TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS✨️ by @vincentmatthews

♡Name Elegy Yukimura

♡Nicknames E, Trace, The Plague, The Omen, Christian Girl (jokingly by Crystal), r4cc00n (her old netrunner cryptonym)

♡Age 27 (birthday: 30/09/2050)

♡Pronouns She/her

♡Sexuality Bisexual

♡Hair Color and style Messy, short, electric blue hair with dark roots (her natural hair color) and a shaved side

♡Eye Color Dark gray, almost black - she likes to keep her natural color when installing new Kiroshis but she did experiment with weird cyber-eyes back in the day.

♡Height 5'4" / ~162cm

♡Body Type Fragile but athletic enough to outrun the cops.

♡Personality Elegy is a very straightforward person and can come off as mean sometimes because of this, but she doesn't mean that in a malicious way (most of the time). She really doesn't like to beat around the bush when something is bothering her and that's why she doesn't get along with most of the mercs. Loyalty is everything to her - she thinks that a loyal choom is rarer than a chance of meeting a healthy animal on the street. She would do anything for those she loves and trusts.

♡Tattoos Upper torso floral circuits tattoo, although I wish there were more cool choices (I love tattoos <3)

♡Piercings She changes them quite often, but her favorites are a bridge and a labret, accompanied by a nose ring and, of course, ear piercings (she'd totally have an industrial if there were more piercing options in character creator lol)

♡Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect. She's got a lot of small moles all across her body; also you can sometimes hear she was raised in Heywood - a little bit of an accent creeps in.

♡Hobbies Since always she loved to work on her netrunning abilities, including her own daemons and quick hacks; she also likes to tinker around with tech, like upgrading her optical camo. She also has a secret hobby of painting that only a chosen few know about.

♡Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc} She's not affiliated with any gang, but she grew up around Valentinos and made many friends among Moxes (both of these gangs treat her like their own).

♡Do they smoke? Yeah, although she's not addicted. She just likes to look cool with a smoke.

♡Do they drink? Is so, what's their poison of choice? She's not a big fan of alcohol but her favorite drink while taking a break at Afterlife is David's drink (vodka on the rocks with NiCola).

♡What do they usually wear on a normal day? Her style was mostly influenced by the 'tinos, but as of now she experiments a lot with her wardrobe - mostly, but not limited to, alternative clothes.

♡What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".} She doesn't really see the need to dress up nicely for special occasions; she thinks all her clothes are her best clothes (although she keeps a few dresses, if she ever changes her mind).

♡What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.} Citruses and jasmine.

♡How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc. Her walk isn't feminine at all, and her step is kind of "energetic" in a way. ("Elegy has gta online default female walking animation" -Heather)

♡Are they more of an early bird or a night owl? Night owl. If she's up early in the morning, it means she didn't sleep at all.

♡If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use? silly :)

♡What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character? N/A

♡Favorite Season Summer (mostly because she never experienced other seasons; I think she'd love to play in the snow)

♡Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc} Sandstorm is her favorite weather because she can stay at home and chill with the quiet sound of wind and pieces of sand hitting her window. Also sunny weather for when she goes for a long motorcycle ride.

♡Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who? Nope! At least not yet 😈

♡Main Ship/Pairings I think it's obvious already but Elegy x Crystal is my current OTP uwu Elegy has a massive crush on C ever since she saw her first at Afterlife

♡Side Pairings N/A

♡Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings N/A

♡How do they show affection to their loved one? Warm smiles, soft kisses, face cupping, getting them something to eat, taking care of them if needed, listening to everything they have to say and a lot of small thingies like that! Elegy's an affectionate girl :3

♡How do they sit in a chair? She has a very butch manner of sitting (kinda similar to Judy's)

♡How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version} Backwards, so she can rest her arms and chin on the backrest.

♡What do they wear to bed? Old t-shirt + comfy shorts or panties.

♡How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc} Tummy sleeper!!

♡How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc} Huge chance she won't sleep at all, or will be waking up every twenty minutes without any apparent reason.

♡Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc} She sometimes puts on a vinyl from her mom's collection before going to bed. Especially the jazz ones make her sleep better.

♡What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset? El Coyote Cojo! She spent most of her childhood and teenage years there. And most likely this will never change. Also her room, for the days when she needs to be alone.

♡What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc} She tends to bit her lip and cross her arms, her palms gripped unnaturally on her upper arm.

♡What is their "tell" for lying? Elegy was never a fighter type, so she learned how to lie and deceive at a really young age to avoid trouble. If there could be any "tell", it might be that she tries to put a lot of emotion in her "performance" when under a lot of pressure - idk if that makes any sense lol

♡What is their favorite color? Blue! She also loves black.

♡Favorite flower/plant Her favs are leaf plants! Monstera deliciosa for example.

♡Favorite sweet of choice Are powder candy bracelets still a thing in 2077?

♡Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them She'd love to, but pet taxes are way too high. She loves to play with strays and buy them food if she ever sees one.

♡What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down? She sometimes has flashbacks of what happened to her parents (even though she was very young, she can faintly remember everything) - at times like these she activates her optical camo and just... ceases to exist for a while. Watching people go by, living their lives. The camo was something that saved her life back then and she cannot imagine not having it on her at all times.

♡If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why? She always wanted to see Fukuoka - where she was meant to live before her parents moved to NC.

♡What is their favorite comfort meal? This will sound cliche as hell but - it's pizza. Although she also loves to devour a whole extra large burrito to make her tummy happy (or upset, if you know what i mean)

♡Do they have a food they hate? Anything that's slimy. She hates that texture.

♡What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink? Anything sweet or sour! She likes carbonated stuff and oolong tea.

♡What are their plans for the future {if they have any}? She wants to stay alive for those that care about her. She'd also love to get out of NC, be it just for a while - try out a different city, and a different life.

♡What's a song that "fits" them? This one when it comes to lyrics ... also, "delamain play track 44"

♡Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them - she's a parkour amateur and often uses it to her advantage when cops or enemy gangs are chasing her - she owns a Yaiba Kusanagi CT-3X that's very dear to her; she feels very comfortable riding it, like it's just another part of her body - her favorite lipstick color is purple - she got her favorite pistol from Tiny Mike as a thank you gift - before Crystal, Rebecca was Elegy's closest friend

♡Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.} Actually - I have a full-blown backstory in the works in a separate big post! So stay tuned <3

♡Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share I just wanted to say that Elegy means so much to me. Like it's unreal how much she helped me with lately!! I wrote a lot about her and Crystal since I began posting her pics online and like. I haven't written anything for years and then I made this dork and suddenly I write? And try to draw again?? I think about her when I feel bad and I'm kinda better, haven't felt like this for a long ass time... Thank you Elegy <3

PS If you liked antidepressant 044 you should also check out this remix it's badass!!!!

Whew... That's a lot of info lol. Spent a few days working on this!! So! Thanks for reading if you made it this far! <3

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#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk game #fem v #female v #cyberpunk oc #im so happy im finally done lol #and like seriously thank you if you actually took the time out of your day to read this #it means a lot #and elegy sends u a kiss #<3 #elegy #.txt #.jpg #i wanted to paste the pokemon body type thingy under body type but it looked wrong so no pokemon references today #vpm #otp: nothing's gonna hurt you baby #oc: elegy yukimura

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quaddmgd · 1 year

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✨️TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS✨️ by @vincentmatthews

♡Name Crystal Hartley

♡Nicknames C, Cat Crimson (jokingly by her friends), Daemon (by Elegy)

♡Age 27

♡Pronouns She/her

♡Sexuality Lesbian

♡Hair Color and style She has a short wolf cut and is a natural blonde. She dyed her hair blue with pink ombre and she loves the look so far.

♡Eye Color Gray

♡Height 5'9" / 174cm

♡Body Type Athletic

♡Personality Crystal is a quiet, reflective person, that spends most of her time alone. She has a group of friends that she's able to open up to, have a laugh and spend some quality time with, but Night City still feels so new and alien to her. She still thinks about what brought her here and if she was right about the decisions she made in her past life. Despite being a merc, she's a kind and caring person once you meet her. She's open to meeting new people, however she still deals with some trust issues related to the reason she left her family.

♡Tattoos A floral neck tattoo with circuits and Johnny's special Arasaka tattoo. She's not a V, but she noticed that design somewhere and realized that she needs to have it tattooed.

♡Piercings Ear lobes and an industrial

♡Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect. Gunshot scars on her stomach, face covered with subtle blemishes.

♡Hobbies Working with guns, cars and technology in general. She also likes going for long drives and listening to her favorite music in the middle of nowhere.

♡Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc} She was born into a nomad family, but she was exiled in 2076. As of 2077, she's a mercenary that works mostly solo.

♡Do they smoke? Yes, Crystal likes a cigarette once in a while.

♡Do they drink? If so, what's their poison of choice? Yes, and her favorite drink is Whiskey & Coke.

♡What do they usually wear on a normal day? She always loved mixing red with black, so you can often spot her wearing an edgerunner in these colors, though, since she got complimented by a friend for wearing yellow, she tries to diversify her wardrobe a bit.

♡What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".} There aren't many special occasions for her to dress for, but I think a date is something she would like to look her best for. I reckon she would go for that kind of look:

♡What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.} I always imagined her smelling of lily, though more sweet scents would probably suit her better.

♡How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc. She does sway her hips a bit, and she's self-conscious about it.

♡Are they more of an early bird or a night owl? Oh, she's definitely a night owl...

♡If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use? Seeker.

♡What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character? If escorted to a gig by a choom, she likes to say "Keep the engine running.", while getting out of the car. It's her way to assure them that everything will be alright and she'll be back in a moment.

♡Favorite Season Spring.

♡Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc} Thunderstorms are her favorite. They are so rare in 2077, but she loves a good cold rain after a long time of scorching hot weather, accompanied by loud thunders. She does enjoy the sun, though.

♡Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who? For now, she's not in a relationship, but she really likes certain someone and they spend more and more time together.

♡Main Ship/Pairings Crystal and Elegy <3 they're sweet on each other!

♡Side Pairings N/A

♡Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings N/A

♡How do they show affection to their loved one? She struggles with showing affection in general, but that loved one knows when she does. It can be a warm stare in their eyes, a subtle smile or a lean on them.

♡How do they sit in a chair? With her legs crossed.

♡How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version} Sitting hunched with her feet on a chair, especially while using her PC.

♡What do they wear to bed? A T-shirt and panties are enough for her, unless someone stays with her for the night.

♡How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc} Side sleeper. She's unable to fall asleep in any other position, probably for no reason.

♡How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc} It's near impossible for her to get some sleep in an unfamiliar place, unless she's critically exhausted or there's someone with her, that she knows and trusts. That being said, she still wakes up too frequently to call it a rest.

♡Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc} She likes to fall asleep to the sounds of computers. During her nomad days she used to tinker with them a lot and fall asleep beside them. The sound of rain works wonders for her too, but rain is rather rare in this climate.

♡What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset? She loves to go to the Badlands Dam to catch a break and look at Night City from the outside, whenever she has time to kill. But if she's really upset, she drops everything, takes her car and drives away, far into the badlands, and doesn't come back until she gets better.

♡What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc} She has a habit of biting her lips when nervous. And she smokes more than she would like to admit.

♡What is their "tell" for lying? She tries to control it, but she tends to avoid eye contact.

♡What is their favorite color? Red, probably. She drives a red car, likes wearing red and shooting pics in red lighting.

♡Favorite flower/plant Cherry blossom - the sight of falling petals is hypnotizing to her.

♡Favorite sweet of choice Possibly chocolate, but she constantly eats all kinds of sweets. It's her favorite food ^^

♡Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them No, she probably wouldn't be at home frequently enough to give it the attention it would deserve.

♡What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down? She hates to be asked about the reason for leaving her family. It brings back really bad memories. She never tells the truth about what happened and tries to change the subject as quick as possible. Driving aimlessly through the desert helps her calm down, but her day is probably already ruined.

♡If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why? She dreams of visiting Japan one day, simply for its architecture and culture.

♡What is their favorite comfort meal? Pancakes! She makes them quite often and likes them with chocolate and strawberries <3 If you'll befriend her and come around, she'll make you some!

♡Do they have a food they hate? Oh, she hates tomatoes unless it's a tomato sauce.

♡What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink? She tends to grab a cup of caramel latte on her way to a gig.

♡What are their plans for the future {if they have any}? Crystal doesn't think she has any plans for the future. She knows that someday she might end up like one of her targets, easily killed for a small amount of eddies. She does dream about many things, but she's still trying to find a purpose after leaving the family.

♡What's a song that "fits" them? Char by Sidewalks and Skeletons. Lyrics don't mean much in the context of Crystal, but it's a song that played in my head for the entirety of my initial CP2077 playthrough. I'm sure that she loves Sidewalks and Skeletons and I consider Char her theme song.

♡Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them - she really likes to dance, even if it's hard for her to start - her birthday is on 8/25/2050 - it reflects the date I started playing the game - her first car was Thorton Galena G240 - witch house is her favorite musical genre - Samurai is one of her favorite bands

♡Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.} It'll happen soon, stay tuned <3

Thank you for the opportunity to talk about my girl <3 There are so many detailed questions here, it was a great exercise!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk game #otp: nothing's gonna hurt you baby #text.qd #screen.qd #oc: crystal hartley

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