#oc intro

[cheerleaderman]

Fallon Hook

Age: 17

She/her

Height: 176cm

Birthday: July 19

Class: 2-E

Dominant hand: right

Hometown: Never-Cove

Nickname: Fal, Codfish ( Floyd and her stepbrother) Captain

Favorite food/drink: seafood, butter noodles, ice cream, mangoes, most fruit juices especially pineapple juice

Hobbies/likes: sword fighting, the sea, boats, jewelry,exploring, ancient legends/ folk tales, music, bandannas 

Dislike: crocodiles, lightning, her step brother , being looked down on

Best subject: protection

Club: equestrian 

More info

- Captain Hook is called the Great captain and her hometown Never-cove would have a statue of him in the town square. It’s very beach town like with ports and has a welcoming atmosphere with many people coming and going. Never-cove has a good relationship with merfolks and rumored to have fairies around.

- Has a Peter Pan how is her step brother. They would get into all kinds of fights which led to their parents getting close and later married. Fallon was not happy with this and doesn’t talk much to her family despite efforts.

- often goes boating with her grandparents listening to all the old tales and songs

- Her Smee is her best friend named Sammy Smith who goes to school in their hometown

- girl boss and girl failure at the same time

- has a strong personality but can crumble a bit when things don’t go to plan

- likes a good fight( often fights Floyd)

- Was attractive to Iris thinking he was just a shy boy until she learned more about him which intrigued her even more. When they fought during beanfest and Iris won at the last moment she started to fall in love

- doesn’t underestimate people

- gets along with some of the savannaclaw members

- her and Azul are actually friends despite seeing them go for each other’s necks

- spends a lot of time outside

[rayof-damnsunshine]

Name: Brooklyn 'Brook' Mackenzie Hayward

Pronouns: She/Her

Godly Parent: Aphrodite

Sexuality: Pan

Powers: Healing with love (Physical affection heals people), Biokinesis (Can change my appearance), Emotional Influence & Enhanced Hearing

Weapon/s: Two daggers that have purple handles

Hobbies: Embroidering, Jewellery Making, Vinyl Collecting, Ballet, Painting, Cooking/Baking, Woodwork & Reading

Fatal Flaw: Too Forgiving

Personality: Bubbly, Vibrant, Trusting, Kind, Caring, Honest, Trustworthy, Adventurist, Loving, Hopeful

Mortal Parent: Cameron Hayward

Years at Camp: Just arrived :D

OOC:

Ran by @witchwritingfanfics

I also run @jaidenscornerof-theinternet

I use #oh my gods I got an ask to answer asks

[eloquentmoon]

━ Mimi Mirage: Star Wars OC

A set of graphics I put together for fun (I love staring at her), as well as for quick reference to my pop star OC Mimi! As always a thank you to all the artists that have brought Mi to life, and to my lovely friends for their support and creativity.

tagging

@stardustbee @kimageddon @rogue-kenobi @necr0byt3 @elledjarin @agirlunderarock

[dead-dove-yandere]

OC Intro - ╹◡╹

Secret Admirer Yandere

??? ♡ ??? ♡ Human? ♡ Office Worker

TW: Stalking, obsession, delusional behaviour, threats, mention of a blade, implied kidnapping/murder

♡ - You’re an office worker - it’s not your ideal job, but it pays the bills. You keep your work life strictly separate from the rest of your life, always keeping your head down and focusing on the task at hand rather than talking to any of your colleagues, but not working hard enough to get noticed for a promotion. You don’t plan to stick around in this career after all.

♡ - Any of your coworkers shouldn’t have known much about you at all. To be honest, you didn’t know much about any of them anyway. You were perfectly happy just blending into the background.

♡ - But, one Monday morning, as you near your desk, you notice something unusual. Pasted right on the corner of your computer monitor, sits a post it note. At first you assume someone missed you and wanted to leave a reminder for some kind of memo or meeting, but reading it sends a shiver down your spine.

♡ - “Have a wonderful day at work, honey. ╹◡╹”

♡ - You stare at the message on the yellow post it, written in red biro, trying to fathom who it’s from. You assume someone must have left it on the wrong desk by mistake, and throw the post it away.

♡ - The post its don’t stop though. Everyday you come to your desk and see a new one, all with similar cutesy messages, all signed off with that smiley face.

♡ - “Make sure to drink plenty of water! ╹◡╹”

♡ - “You look amazing today, honey. ╹◡╹”

♡ - “I miss you so much! ╹◡╹”

♡ - On Friday, you get sick of it. You go around, asking all your coworkers if their partners have perhaps got the wrong desk, but no one seems to recognise the handwriting.

♡ - Giving it up as a bad job, you decide to talk to HR about it once Monday rolls around again.

♡ - The weekend comes as a bit of relief, but it doesn’t last long.

♡ - Monday inevitably arrives, and again, there is a post it note on your desk. You do a quick tour of the office, hoping to perhaps catch the culprit, but everyone has yellow post it notes on their desk - there is no way to tell who it is from.

♡ - You go to HR, but there is little they can do for you without any knowledge or proof of who is leaving them. Deflated, you go back to your desk and work, trying to focus but unable to.

♡ - When Friday rolls around again, the note reads differently than usual.

♡ - “You seemed stressed, honey. Let me take you out tonight - my treat. Meet me at 7, at that restaurant we both like. Wear something nice. ╹◡╹”

♡ - You haven’t a clue what restaurant they mean, and even if you did, there is no way in hell you are going with some stranger that seems to have some strange one sided love for you. You crumple the note in frustration and throw it away, as you have with all the other post it notes.

♡ - Monday arrives again, but this time instead of a note, it seems there is a letter.

♡ - it’s written on the standard issue memo paper found anywhere around the office. It seems crumpled and tear stained. Whoever is writing them seems to have switched from a red biro to a red ink pen, but the ink seems oddly dark and brown.

♡ - “Honey. I waited for you all night. You never showed. Do you have any idea how much that hurt? How humiliating it was to be sobbing in the middle of the restaurant? I came back here at the weekend and found all my love notes for you in your bin. Why are you so cruel? Did I do something wrong? Do you not love me anymore? You’re coming home tonight. I let you stay at your own place long enough, I know new couples need time before moving in together but this has gone too far. You haven’t even visited or called or texted once. Come home. We have some serious discussion to do. ╹︵╹”

♡ - You can’t bring yourself to get any work done, you can’t bring yourself to eat, you can’t even bring yourself to try and tell HR again. You stand up and do another lap of the office, carefully examining everyone’s faces, trying to work out who might have sent this damned letter, but you can’t tell. You haven’t even the faintest idea.

♡ - You eye all your coworkers with suspicion, until finally you can’t take it anymore and hide in the toilets. You stay there, frightened to leave, right up until it’s time to clock out, and even then, it takes you a long time to work up the courage to leave.

♡ - When you finally get out, the office is empty. There is no one else there, apart from you. You find the darkened cubicles eerie, yet you breathe a sigh of relief anyway. Surely that must mean the note writer is gone too? You run out into the car park, making a mad dash for it, then stop short just as your car comes into view.

♡ - It’s covered in post it notes of varying colours, each one scrawled in that weird red ink. Some are angry, others plead for your forgiveness or return. Every single one is wet with tear stains.

♡ - You freeze. You have to call the police - you’ve let this go one long enough. You take a step back, ready to run back to the office and hole yourself up until the police arrive, only to stop when you feel a knife against your back and hear a voice you don’t recognise.

♡ - “Oh honey, you aren’t getting away with this that easily…”

Personality

The most mysterious of all, “Smiley” (╹◡╹) hasn’t quite seemed to grasp that it wouldn’t be obvious to their darling who they are. In their eyes, they’re already with their darling, and their tactics are less trying to get close to their daring and moreso engaging in what they think is cute couple behaviour. When their darling ignores or dismisses their bids for attention? Well, hell hath no fury like a lover scorned. It’s probably too late for their darling by the time they finally see the face of their admirer.

Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Malachi Intro

Malachi; an impressive man who’s all about protecting his territory. His thick split-tongue and sharp fangs aren’t just for show. He uses his aphrodisiac in certain cases, which, will come useful for his mate (aka you). His home is the jungle, the humid and warm climate is harsh. Which, makes him live in an underground labyrinth, and takes amazing care of it just for you.

Species: Naga

Age: is unknown (looks around his late 20s - maybe early 30s)

Sex: Male (he/him pronouns)

Height: 6’3” (191 cm)

Appearance: Tan skin with honey undertones, and beautiful deep-brown eyes that have long lashes. His upper body is toned and lean. From his head to his tail, he is 13’ long. His tail is black with iridescent gold, that resonates a red hue; acts like a boelen’s python in his blood. Has some black scales on his face, with gold ones on his body. His hair is curly, some of it goes below his ears which are slightly pointed (and very sensitive). Rarely ever wears clothes, only sheer fabrics that are see-through and hand-made. He has a Medusa piercing.

Type of yandere: Possessive, clingy, and obsessive. Naturally protective and tends to keep you captured amongst his tail when he’s not protecting his special lamb.

It’s an interesting fact that you, a mere human, could catch his eyes. One day, he saw you on his territory. Normally, he would kill anyone and keep their body (and hide) for food. But, he couldn’t kill you — never would he. You were meant for him, and he was going to show you he was yours. Just as much as you are his. Little lamb, he’d love a chase. Not that you could escape him. He’s the fastest predator in his area, after all.

[the-whispers-of-death]

New Member

When the 141 were told they'd have an IT Specialist from the U.S. Navy joining them since all of the SAS It Specialists were too busy and the 141 needed their own IT Specialist instead of being put on the back burner with the rest of the SAS squads, they all were apprehensive at adding someone new to their squad. Especially because it had only been eight months since they've been lent Fleet Marine Corpsman Mishra, aka Stone, and honestly one American was already enough for them.

But Laswell told them that there was no negotiating this and Price had to look through military files on potential IT Specialists to find the right one. It took him a week to pick one and two weeks for them fly her in.

One day, Price gathered the 141 in a conference room. He took a deep breath and said, "I know we all don't want someone new, but we had no choice so I'm telling you all to at least act professional with her. Okay?"

With those words, he went to the door and ushered in the new IT Specialist. She was the shortest of them all at five-foot-six and she had a burly build, looking a bit tiny surrounded by larger military men. Her skin was a warm brown tone, not marred with scars but rather decorated with a tattoo sleeve of vines wrapping around her right arm that barely hid beneath the sleeve of her uniform from where it stopped at her wrists. Her black, wavy hair was pulled up in an elegant bun, bobby pins pinning it into place and her dark brown eyes that looked like pools of chocolate were framed by thin-wire glasses.

"Hello," she said with a naturally bright smile on her face, her voice soft and lyrical. "I'm Petty Officer 3rd Class Vasanti Singh. I'm honored to be working you all."

Soap eyed her warily, still burned by Graves and Shadow Company's betrayal. "What's your callsign?" he asked, curious but still cautious.

"Ladder," Stone answered for her, his cold voice bouncing off the walls as always as he stared at the woman he knew.

Ladder's smile widened. "Stone, it's good to see you again," she replied, to which Stone graced her with a respectful nod in response.

Gaz was intrigued by that, since there weren't many that Stone respected. "You know each other?"

"I've served with men that Stone used to serve with when he was still only a Navy Corpsman instead of a Fleet Marine Corpsman, we met during one of the hang-outs five years ago and we've known each other since," Ladder explained, still looking at Stone. "It had been a while though, at least a year. I'm glad to see you're still alive, Stone."

Stone merely grunted in response, a normal response from him. "You and me both, Ladder."

"How did you get the callsign "Ladder"?" Ghost asked, his eyes narrowed beneath his white skull mask and balaclava. He didn't trust her just yet, which was typical from the man.

Soap smirked at her. "Is it because you're so short?" he asked, intently watching her reaction.

"Soap," Price said, but Ladder just laughed.

She nodded and replied, "That, and because I can lift a ladder with one hand."

Ghost scanned her short but burly frame up and down, assessing her. "I look forward to seeing that."

"You will. I promise you that."

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[l0stvhs]

INTRODUCING MY FURRY GUYS I GUESS. OR WHATEVER.

Kicking off this account I guess with a selection of (at this point, quite old) Toyhouse icons I did of my miscellaneous OC’s. All from basically the same universe, but some of them may be part of different unrelated stories from one another

Below the cut, I’ll give a super brief description of my main OC stories and who each character is is.

—————————————— I have three or four story projects in active/current development at the present, but I’ll introduce the two most developed ones.

My main one is currently in need of a new title, but it’s a horror dramedy / murder mystery. about my fictional band with the tremendously on-the-nose name Dead Celebrities— whose rise to fame also coincides with a series of strange murders of several other prominent musicians in town. The story basically revolves around the members of the band trying to deduce who may be responsible for the killings, all while trying to stay alive themselves. The further they investigate, not only do they begin suspect one of their own may be the culprit, but that said culprit may be involved with even more sinister forces than they could have imagined.

My second one is called The Devil You Know, which revolves around the lead protagonist Nico who aspires to be a famous rock musician, but feels stifled by his chronic ailments and lack of skill. Through a boredom induced ouija board mishap, he finds himself summoning a demon who makes a deal with him to grant him otherworldly musical skill— unfortunately this leads to said demon possessing Nico, so now he must live with the experience of having the world’s worst roommate and a parasite wrapped up all in one ancient evil entity.

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As for the individual characters, I’ll introduce each in picture order from left to right.

1 / JESSE: Grumpy, broody, moody guitarist for an 80’s rock / heavy metal band called Dead Celebrities. Deep down very kind and sensitive despite what his aloof, offputting demeanor may indicate. Many wild town rumors circulate around him due to his mysterious nature, all of which are far more interesting than his actual life. Main protagonist of my murder mystery story. Also the main one trying to investigate the murders.

2 / CHERRY: One of Jesse’s best friends and member of Dead Celebrities’ rival band called Lost Daughters. A sarcastic spitfire and also her band’s lead singer. Is basically everyone’s wise older sister… even if she’s a bit smug about it sometimes. Part of the murder mystery story.

3 / PINK: Part of a story somewhat unrelated to the two I mentioned. His story takes place in the late 2000’s-early 2010’s. Former teen heartthrob kid’s sitcom actor turned somewhat washed up emo singer and social media personality. Has been cancelled every week for the past several years. Has made multiple YouTube apology videos. He’s kind of a fuckboy asshole (but he does redeem himself somewhat)

4/ WILEY: Weirdo bassist for Dead Celebrities and armchair paranormal expert. Professionally mentally ill, couch surfs and does odd jobs for income. Freaks out his roommates by doing seances in the apartment. Part of the murder mystery story. Is Donnie’s older half-brother.

5/ MEPHISTOPHELES: Demon. Nico’s parasite. Will drink all your pepsi and call you a bitch. Is the eternal spirit of a former musician. Part of the The Devil You Know story.

6/ DONNIE: Dorky rhythm guitarist and occasional keyboardist for Dead Celebrities. Painfully earnest and sweet. Has an unrequited crush on Jesse. Chronic nervous wreck but overcompensates with extreme friendliness. Overcaffeinated, sleep-deprived med school student. Part of the murder mystery story. Is Wiley’s little half-brother.

7/ EDDIE: Dead Celebrities’ drummer and casanova extraordinaire. Good with the business side of the band stuff. Gregarious, excitable, goofy personality. Really having fun with the whole rock-star persona thing. Think Jack Black type vibes. He’s also Cherry’s boyfriend. Part of the murder mystery story.

8/ RIOT: Part of a story partially connected to the murder mystery one. Goofy himbo glam metal party boy who don’t want nothin’ but a good time. Clinically oblivious.

9/ NICO: Perpetually anxious, poorly socialized shut-in with chronic illness and barely any exposure to the outside world. Craves a change of pace in the form of fame, but unfortunately a deal with a demon to gain said musical prowess resulting in said evil entity taking up partial residence in his body wasn’t the kind of shake-up he was wanting. Not to mention, the effects of acute demon possession have been taking a serious toll on his health… Part of the The Devil You Know story.

[haydenigmatic]

Lady Odette Lavone (La-vohn)

Introducing Lady Odette, the ethereal presence gracing the court of the eight kingdoms. Daughter of the king's chancellor and renowned as the epitome of courtly elegance, Odette captivates all who encounter her, she stands as the beacon of beauty and grace.

Her face claim well Margot Robbie or Samara Weaving, one of the inspirations for creating her was Odette of the Swan Lake ballet and I'll say nothing more.

For her voice I think it would be the same as above or as her singing voice that's Christy Altomare (Anastasia's musical loveddd it).

Main Family Dynamics:

Duke Leander - The Powerful Patriarch:

As both Duke and Chancellor, Leander wields immense political influence, making him one of the realm's most powerful figures. Odette is not shielded from the complexities of court politics; rather, she learns to navigate them through the guidance of her father. His expectations for Odette reflect the intricacies of maintaining the family's standing in the court.

Duchess Annelise - The Maternal Guidance:

She takes a keen interest in Odette's development into the ideal court lady. She imparts wisdom on etiquette, courtly manners, and the delicate intricacies of navigating the nobility, aiming to mould Odette into a paragon of grace and virtue.

Damon - The Guardian:

Her older brother, Damon, serves as her confidant and protector. As the heir to their father's title, he is not only devoted to his responsibilities but fiercely dedicated to ensuring Odette's well-being. He would go to great lengths to shield her from any harm.

Some details about her:

Memorable Quote: “Can one truly be free if tethered to the whims of tradition, or is the truest essence found in the heartbeat of authenticity?”

Has a penchant for watching the sunset from a particular balcony. Bathed in the warm hues of the golden hour, she contemplates the day's events and dreams of a brighter tomorrow.

Fluent in several languages, Odette communicates effortlessly with foreign dignitaries.

Has a majestic snow-white tiger companion named Zephyra, a gift she received when it was just a cub. Initially mistaken for an ordinary cat due to its small size, the tiger has grown into a magnificent and rare creature.

Known for her generosity, she channels her compassion into regular alms-giving. Whether it's to support local charities or aid those in need, she actively contributes to the welfare of her realm. Her charitable acts extend beyond obligation.

Her voice, reminiscent of a nightingale's melody, is a rare and enchanting gift. When she sings, her ethereal tones fill the air, captivating listeners and leaving an indelible impression.

Has a treasure box, a delicately crafted container adorned with intricate patterns, is tucked away in her private chambers. It holds a collection of cherished items, from sentimental gifts to intricately designed jewellery, each carrying a story and a memory.

Bath time is a cherished ritual for her. Her love for the calming embrace of warm water is evident in the opulent baths she indulges in regularly. Her maids, attuned to her preferences, ensure each bath is an experience, with fragrant oils, delicate petals, and soothing melodies.

Odette's reputation as one of the most well-read individuals of her generation is not without merit. Her library, adorned with rich tapestries and plush cushions, is a haven for her intellectual pursuits.

Always carrying a leather-bound journal, she regularly writes sonnets, poetry, and reflections about her life. The pages hold a chronicle of her innermost thoughts and the poetic expressions of her heart.

As Damon's trusted confidante and sister, Odette shares a special bond with him. Providing counsel and support.

Her childhood was marked by witnessing the harsh consequences of her family's wealth, particularly her father's strict financial policies. The stark contrast between opulence and the suffering of those unable to meet debts left a profound impact. Instead of turning away, this dark experience fuelled her empathy. As she matured, she dedicated herself to lending a hand to the less fortunate.

[sirmanmister]

Realized I forgot to introduce Eileen again LMAO

My sea shanty interest was reignited and I was like “:O Boston is a coastal town I can make a sailor oc!!” And promptly remembered Far Harbour exists and so now she is there :)

She left the mainland after nearly destroying the entire commonwealth for her kiddo Eliza. Blew up the Prydwen, Railroad, nearly collapsed the Minutemen, and eventually destroyed the Institute when they created a synth version of her husband and she realized just how much they were manipulating her. She left Eliza with Nick and fucked off North, a good fifty miles past the Nakano residence, where she fixes up an old boat and fishes the days away in solitude. Nick eventually finds her a year or two later and needs her boat to head to far harbour to find Kasumi Nakano, and they get stranded there together cuz a sea monster basically ate her boat :)

Anyway she’s also from Newfoundland and Labrador, got military training from soldiers she helped guide through the Northwest Passage, and commonly goes by “The Lobstermonger” in Far Harbour due to her hiding her identity out of shame for all she’s done. I <3 her I’m sorry

[nothingtoseehere1-2-3]

❤ About Me ❤

-she/her

-fanfic writer/artist

-this blog is a safe and respectful space so NO NSFW (I am under 18) OR HATE, they will be blocked!

-requests are open, art commissions and ideas for fics are greatly appreciated <3

my birthday is August 20th, I'm a Leo!

I'm pansexual and proud of it!

OC INTRODUCTION

(some of you may have already met Tomiko, my KNY oc!)

some new OCs I might do:

Miro Takashi (either lotus breathing or blood breathing, still deciding)

Izanami Nakamura (moon breathing)

Shiina Suzuki (breathless like Genya, she uses nichirin dual blades)

Things to get to know about me (continued)

I am currently doing KNY/MHA/JJK fics right now, but I am getting into other animes like AoT to further use as genres!

I usually do femY/N pairings in my fics, but if you want I can do one for the guys or a non-binary one!

NONE OF THE THINGS I WRITE WILL HAVE NSFW. I'm sorry but even requests for this will be denied, NSFW will not be allowed in my blog.

Side note!

To @shycroissanti, @kimetsu-chan, @dreamcorechild, @your-local-demon-slayer-nerd, @slayfics, @ryn-loves-cheese, @tinyperson00, @larz-barz, @muichirosboba I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for your support it means so much! <3

Thanks so much for reading my (short) introduction! I hope this helped you know more about me, have a nice day/night/afternoon! ❤✨

[love-overdrive]

One Piece OC Introduction

What it says on the tin! This is my One Piece OC. Below are arts I’ve commissioned of her (please do not use or steal these, I do not give permission for these to be used elsewhere) and her profile.

Name: Mariam/Mary

Age: 35 (Pre-Timeskip) / 37 (Post-Timeskip)

Hometown: Alabasta

F/O: Sir Crocodile

Familial/Platonic F/O’s: Dracule Mihawk and Buggy the Clown (Coworkers), Nico Robin (No ill will towards her… feeling isn’t really mutual), Alvida (Best friend in Cross Guild), Galdino/Mr. 3 (Appreciates his art)

Devil Fruit: Genie Genie no Mi- the power to become invisible or shapeshift as one sees fit. When awakened, this fruit allows the user to manipulate the minds of others and charm or induce fear into them, rendering them vulnerable. Due to its rather broad nature, it is classified as a Paramecia because it does not truly meet the criteria of a Zoan or Logia.

Position: Once a young woman juggling many odd jobs, she works beside her husband, Crocodile, in Alabasta to find any useful information while also keeping up appearances. Using her skills and resources, she plays the part of a doting wife and upstanding lady of the community to get others to spill their secrets. Her contribution allows Crocodile to get what he needs while continuing to convince the population he’s a respectable man.

After the disbandment of Baroque Works and formation of Cross Guild, her job has largely stayed the same, save for the extra work on influencing the community. She tends to do some extra paperwork and keeps the lower ranking members in check should the need arise.

Relationship with F/O: Originally, Mariam had met Sir Crocodile to plead or work out a deal to spare his wrath against her father for not paying his debts to Crocodile. Initially annoyed with her constant badgering, the Warlord became amused by her anger and her insistence on helping her father despite his supposed idiocy.

This interest led to him offering her a deal to ‘test’ her- pretend to be his wife to give him information and a good reputation, then he’ll lower or remove the debt entirely. Although frustrated, Mariam had agreed and thus, their relationship as a “married” couple had begun. Despite their marriage starting out as a fraud, the two eventually fell for each other naturally and became true lovers.

Even though Crocodile is taller and stronger than her, she tends to lecture him or talk back if he gives attitude. It’s a fight he knows he’s not winning, especially with how stubborn she is. Oftentimes, she just teases Crocodile whenever he’s in over his head or refuses to admit he needs help with anything. She knows he’ll ask for it in a bit.

Favorite Food: Bazella

Pets: She helps Crocodile take care of the Bananawanis and was gifted three of them for herself. Their names are: Mawz (Banana), Mishmish (Apricot), and Ruman (Pomegranate). She loves them lots and they’re very protective of her, too.

Favorite Pastime: Despite keeping up appearances being exhausting, Mariam has always loved tea parties. Even after her and Crocodile left Alabasta during the formation of Cross Guild, she still continues the habit of making them. She also likes to read in her spare time to unwind.

(And a last piece of art I’ve Commissioned for Ramadan <3)

[everythingisnormalhere]

Welcome to our blog!

Hi everyone!!

My name is Moss, but my friends also call me Rex. My prononouns are he/it, and I'm transmasc, pan and ace :)

I'm 12 years old, and I moved to South Park (Colorado) with my parents a couple months ago. My best friend Kenny and I decided to make this blog since we really like doing stuff with each other (he actually almost lives at my home lol)

You can asks us anything! As long as it's not nsfw- we don't have that many boundaries smh

Nice to meet you all!!!

Blog Rules Here

(boost? /nf @kenn-mccormick @lem-n-aid @fennecfiree @ray4youknow @orionsp @spookyteeth @bleach-enjoyer)

[dead-dove-yandere]

OC Intro - Noah

Voyeur Yandere

Male ♡ 21 ♡ Human ♡ NEET

TW: Stalking, non-consensual photography, voyeurism, obsession

♡ - By all accounts, he’s a nobody, a loser. A former latchkey kid with an emotionally absent family, no friends, constantly teased and bullied growing up.

♡ - All he had to satisfy his need for connection was the ever growing collection of horror films.

♡ - Everyday after school, he’d watch them over and over, taking pictures of his favourite actors and actresses from magazines and posters and carefully pasting them into scrapbooks for him to worship later.

♡ - He’d spend all of class daydreaming about meeting all his favourite stars and how they’d love him, not ignore or mistreat him like everyone else in his life.

♡ - He barely managed to graduate high school and afford a small apartment, with nothing but a mattress on the floor, piles of his movies and a cheap portable DVD player to watch them on.

♡ - He only just manages to scrape by, scrounging up enough each month to pay his bills. With no job and no social life, he falls into a spiral of depression.

♡ - Until he met his darling. You.

♡ - Dragging himself to the convenience store one evening to search for dinner, he saw you, practically glowing under the fluorescent lights and he knew he had to do absolutely anything to worship you.

♡ - It started small, frequenting that same store in hopes of seeing you again. Then he escalated. He scoped out other shops you went to. Collected receipts that fell from your pocket. He scoped out where you live and stood outside, trying to find the best angle to peer into your bedroom window.

♡ - With what little money he was able to scrounge up he bought a camera and started taking photos of you surreptitiously, first through your bedroom window, then from afar at your place of work, and eventually even from right behind you as you walk down the street, once he plucks up the courage.

♡ - Every photo is treasured, loving printed, cut out and pasted into his scrapbook just like all of his favourite movie stars.

♡ - It isn’t long before he starts filming you too. With no job of his own, he has all the time in the world to secretly follow you and film your every move before burning the footage to a disc and watching it over and over - his own found footage horror film.

♡ - He can’t wait to meet his favourite star. For now he’s too shy to try to introduce himself. But for now, perhaps it’s better he loves you through the screen. It’s what he knows after all.

♡ - But soon, he’ll make his move - after all, he wants nothing more than to show you all his favourite films.

♡ - He’s a sopping wet pathetic loser of a nobody, but he’ll be damned if he isn’t going to ensure that he is your sopping wet pathetic loser.

Personality

Noah is a NEET, prone to bouts of low self esteem, but he is easily motivated by his darling. He worships and reveres his darling like they were a deity, the same way he obsesses over film stars and celebrities, who he used to get attached to as a teen. He’s shy and feels it’s a lot easier to just watch his darling, whether it be through the thousands of photos and hours of footage he’s amassed or whether it be engaging through voyeurism more directly. That being said, he dreams of finally working up to courage to talk to his darling, and take them back to his apartment, even if he is embarrassed about how bare it is. He’s obsessive, devoted and utterly pathetic and would bend over backwards to please his darling even if it would hurt him. He’d do almost anything - except let his darling go, of course. A lovesick puppy of a yandere, completely in denial about anything being wrong whatsoever.

This is my first time writing something like this! I hope it is okay!

More OC intros and writing involving my characters will be coming soon - I plan to open requests for the first time once I have built up a larger catalog of stories and OCs :))

Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Verena K. Salvatore Intro

Verena K. Salvatore is a dangerous and domineering woman; she takes what she wants and rarely hides her sexual nature. Had she not met you on accident, witnessing your frail body passed out in the freezing cold, she wouldn’t have tasted your lovely blood nor sexual desire — and now, you’re staying with her. Forever.

Species: Vampire Queen

Age: is unknown (hints are littered among her castle walls. She looks around mid-to-late 30s)

Sex: female

Height: 5’8” (175 cm)

Appearance: has extreme pale skin, though warm to touch (other than her hands), and holds a very curvaceous, plump build. Her bodice is often glittered with jewelry, and there are always rings on her fingers, with long black nails. And whenever she’s upset, she turns them compulsively around her fingers. Her dark-red eyes are hypnotizing to look at, and often decorated with thick makeup. Her black hair is naturally kept up in tight and neatly braids, or buns. She mostly wears rich clothing, favoring black, green, and red velvets with golden lace in intricate patterns.

Type of yandere: territorial, possessive, and manipulative; needs to be near you and touching you in some way. Easily jealous, and rarely lets any maids see you — only one knows of your existence.

The mansion is a labyrinth. Anywhere you go, it's more rooms and seemingly getting longer. You’re unsure if it’s her powers, or the warm cup of drink she gave you was its cause, but, one thing you need to know: you’ll always need her, especially when you begin to feel extremely needy.

[vasyandii]

Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn 🐉

UPDATED INTRO!! (Old Ver.)

GENERAL INFORMATION

Status: ACTIVE

Year of Birth: 2000 (Aged 20)

Day of Birth: September 13

Place of Birth: Vientiane, Laos

Nationality: Laotian

Race: Lao

Languages Spoken: Lao, Thai, English, Russian

Occupation: Tactical Assault Operator, Close Quarters Combat Specialist (Chimera Member)

Affiliation(s):

-Golden Triangle Cartel (Formerly)

-Lao People's Armed Forces (Formerly; Dishonorably Discharged)

-Allegiance

-Chimera

Physical Appearance

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Height: 5’2”/159 cm

Build: Lean Muscular

Scars: None

Tattoos/ Markings: Large tattoos on left upper and Center of back

Biography

Born in Vientiane, Laos. Living the first 15 years of her life off her uncle's fortune, partaking in the trafficking of illicit narcotics at a young age. The two were close due to them being family, not having many friends due to her uncle's line of work. Enlisted in the LPAF by her Uncle's wishes to "Carve a better path for herself". Was not liked by her peers for her cocky attitude, overly aggressive tactics, and habit of prioritizing her personal safety over the team.

After 3 years of service in the LPAF, excelling in Close Quarters Combat, dishonorably discharged due to repeated physical altercations among teammates. Spent the next 6 months back to working for Kapano Vang despite his reluctance, eventually fleeing to Urzikstan after an argument with Vang about difference in beliefs, multiple people injured; their relationship has been strained ever since. During her time her path crossed with Nikolai, in search of work she signed a long term contract with Chimera, with one year of service.

Shown to exhibit signs of social anxiety and difficulty forming close relationships around people her age. Inherited Kapano Vang's short temper in combat, though more relaxed outside of it. Developed a bond with Syd, seeing her as an older sister. Often paired up with Sebastian Krueger in order to keep them both in line.

Skills and Abilities

Fighting Style: Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu

Weapon(s): Whatever is heavy

Distinct Weapon: FN SCAR , Dual Push Blades

Shortcomings: Overly aggressive tactics, focus on personal safety, short temper

FAMILY

Familial Status: Adoptive Niece

Siblings: None

Mother: Adoptive sister of Kapano Vang (whereabouts unknown, records not found/withheld)

Uncle: Kapano “Naga” Vang; (Former warlord drug trafficker, formerly in Warsaw Pact)

Relationship with Family: Nak still idolizes her uncle to an extent, but the more that she's out in the world,the more she realizes that he isn't a good person. Nak’s mother wasn’t present in life. Her uncle took her in after mother wasn’t able to care for her. Naga trained her at a very young age; he thought it was best if she was strong in their lifestyle.

Pet: Cat person, never was allowed to have pets but she would throw scraps of food to strays.

PERSONALITY

Myers Briggs Type: ESTJ-T Nak is an extroverted introvert, she likes and enjoys talking to people, however it drains her energy quickly since she's not used to talking to people in such a casual manner. Things like talking business she’s more used to.

Adaptable: A quick thinker, Nak is able to carry out missions by finding creative solutions to make sure her operations are successful. Outside of the battlefield her adaptability allows her to have better communication with people, even with her social anxiety.

Pragmatic: Nak strives to make the most effective solutions so it’s easier on her in the future. Her decision making skills ensure that she’ll survive in the field and outside of it.

Responsible: Living on her own, Nak is responsible, she can’t relax unless all her work is done beforehand. As she starts forming close relationships with people, she realizes that she likes taking care of people.

Negative Traits

Stubborn: Starting out Nak isn’t a very good teamplayer. She doesn’t like others telling her what to do or how to do things so she’s stubborn in a way that she’s adamant about what she wants but adaptable with what methods are needed.

Judgemental: Her formative years with Naga didn’t allow her to trust people, because of the Golden Triangle Cartel she has a habit of being overly critical of others.

Paranoid Perfectionist: Nak is self-demanding, she doesn’t take failure lightly. This leads to her paranoia of not being properly prepared. She becomes aggressive out of frustration if her ability isn’t to her liking.

Favourites

Colour: Golden Yellow

Food: Fried eggs

Drink: Lemon iced Tea

Flower: Plumeria

Animal: Giant Anteaters

TRIVIA

Nak is a shortened version of “phayanak” the mythical water serpent in Laos, it’s also the Lao pronunciation of “Naga” which is her Uncle’s name on the field.

Her face paint draws reference to how snake teeth are shown in Phayanak statues. There are multiple snake motifs in her design. Is the design practical? No, she just likes standing out in that way.

Nak cuts her own bangs (long blunt bangs) she doesn’t trust anyone with cutting them.

Has a lot of upper body and lower body strength; she can lift things heavier than her and calisthenics skills (handstands, full planches, etc.)

Nak is significantly more patient to small children than adults because she can understand why they would do the things they do.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

Aria Allen (any pronouns)

Represents the stars

Nonbinary lesbian | 16, born May 23

Witty, tries way too hard to be mysterious, people pleaser, sarcastic, knowledgeable, adventurous, well mannered, hard working, chivalrous, cheerful, relaxed

Enjoys studying history, mythology, religion, and astrology

Theater kid, writes poetry

Plays piano, violin, and the flute

Undiagnosed PTSD & ADHD

5'5 with ivory skin, hazel eyes, and silky, neck-length black hair | Typically wears loose, baggy clothing with lots of layers and jewelry

Represented by the songs:

Constellations - The Oh Hellos

Not Allowed - TV Girl

The Record Player Song - Daisy The Great