#quick bios

[thetantiger]

Quick Bio: Quicksand

Race: Dracthyr Class: Rogue Specialization: Assassination Pronouns: She/Her

Quicksand is a muscular female dracthyr with brown, cream and golden scales and bright yellow eyes. Her visage has light brown skin and long blonde and brown hair tied into a bun. As a dracthyr, Quicksand was made to be utilized as a weapon of war with the rest of her kin, however her skills lie in skulking, assassination and weaponry rather than possessing a range of draconic magics like an evoker does. After stumbling out of slumber, Quicksand found a place among the Obsidian Warders in Azurathel's weyrn and found contract work with the Bronze Dragonflight. Now she works to take down anomalies in the timeways and clean up chronological messes her way; with carefulness and some damned good daggers.. for the right price, of course.

Links: Introductory screenshots

Related Characters: N/A

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[starsetven]

Thank you for supporting me to 1000! 🎉

[jaewsss]

℘ ⃛͡ †⏝ིི᭨💻 @ T͟o͟k͟y͟o͟ 𝕯ream Girl 𑜞᭄🦇🚠

[chuumwah]

cuddling with f/o . . . all romantic / qpr ( ? )

when they’re super clingy , always finding an excuse to be by your side in public , and behind closed doors they’re smothering themselves all over you !!! holding hands , tangled limbs , head tucked in chest , listening to them ramble about their day or laying in silence together save for quiet breaths — when they’re playing with your hair mindlessly , making sure you remember how much they love you through actions and words ♡

when they’re touch-starved , bashful as they scoot closer to you , unable to figure out the right words to ask to snuggle >__< tentative as they hold you or as you let them get situated in your arms , but melting with all the touch and feeling all your love for them . . . or they’re all stoic and feel so very awkward trying to initiate the touch , and it’s absolutely adorable , but reminds you that they’re warming up to you and trust you — or when you’re the one who’s shy , but they’re so very patient , reminding you how loved you are , going at the pace you need to get comfortable ♡

when they’re almost possesive as they hold you , whispering how much they love you , keeping you all wrapped up in their arms and love , surrounding and entangling both of you in eachother — or where no one is the big or little spoon , you’re both just keeping eachother close , just you two after a long day ♡

when they’ve been busy all day and / or vice versa , and just flop onto you right when they get home — silent together , maybe a movie’s playing in the background , destressing together . . . they only want and tolerate their favorite person right now , you ♡

[hungarianmudkip69]

bothering him

[bonewaryreblogs]

The Early Years of Alfred and Bruce

Jarvis Pennyworth, former Wayne Buttler, died when Bruce Wayne was 4, giving the title to his 25 year old son, Alfred Pennyworth. Alfred had done a number of things before taking the job, including but not limited to: fathering a child, whom he immediately abandoned (Julia may or may not become important later, I haven’t decided); joining the British Army at 18, where he excelled as a field medic (apparently contracts are 4 years); joined a secret organization, before killing the crazed leader; became an accomplished actor at the Globe Theatre; and probably more. These may or may not be listed in chronological order.

He was 29 when Martha and Thomas Wayne were killed and he became Bruce’s guardian. 8 year old Bruce was not coping well and was expelled from several private schools before Alfred decided to homeschool him by age 10. When this also seemed to be failing, Alfred made a deal with Bruce; as soon as he graduated high school, even if it was early, Alfred would arrange a globetrotting trip to learn about the world firsthand. Bruce didn’t seem to care until Alfred hinted that Bruce could learn from the best how to fight, and more importantly, how to fight crime; to make sure no other child had to lose their parents like he did. Alfred was well aware that Bruce had become obsessed with his parents’ deaths and decided that the only thing they hadn’t tried yet was leaning into it, so Alfred taught Bruce what he’d learned from his time in the Army to keep the boy motivated until he graduated at 15 and Alfred kept his promise.

From martial arts to military strategies to detective work and beyond, Alfred would either drop Bruce off with his teachers and pick him up a few months later, or Alfred would stay and learn what he could as well. Whenever he couldn’t stay, Alfred would make connections with locals as a traveling healer, or learn the newest schemes criminals were using, or network with both legal and illegal organizations, or any other way he could think of that could potentially be useful to whatever path Bruce decided was best.

Initially, Bruce thought to become a politician and/or a Crime Lord, and try to take out the “competition” as a way to rid Gotham of crime; if he could wrestle control of the bigger criminal organizations, or muscle them out of the city, then he could dismantle them from the inside. He didn’t like the idea, it was risky and chafed at his morals, but it was a potential solution. Then Superman debuted when Bruce was 17 and he realized that, while his original plan might have worked, being a hero aligned with him better in every way; sure, it wasn’t a perfect solution, but neither was the Crime Lord route, and at least this way he’d be able to look himself in the mirror and not want to vomit, which had started to happen as he tried to prepare himself for the role of Crime Lord.

Bruce was 20 years old when he returned to Gotham, though he wanted to save his debut until after he had started rumors of Batman, the Dark Knight that fights crime from the shadows. Alfred is 41 and helps Bruce from the background in any way he can.

As Red Hood, Jason unknowingly took the Crime Lord route Bruce had abandoned; he has no idea and Bruce has no intention of letting him find out.

[spidey-brain]

Some people might come for my butt for this, but I gotta say,

I hate when Irondad and Spiderson fics make Peter Tony's biological child.

Like, I'm sorry, but it feels like some people are allergic to found or adoptive families.

[eye-merely-jest]

uhh uhh nightcrawler n stuff or whatever idk 👎👎 (boo traditional sketchbook stuff 👎👎)

shouting into the void I LOVE THESE SILLY LITTLE X-MEN SO MUCH !!!!!! they make me SICK. it's not even funny i need to absorb everything with kurt and logan this very INSTANT im fucking insane about them

[kneelingshadowsalome]

can you give me a quick bio on ghost…his personality, how you view him canon and what not

Ghost headcanons

Ghost doesn't wear a mask in public. It's easier to maintain his anonymity that way because a skull mask/balaclava would only draw more attention. The only instances he might wear it in a public place would be if he's with people he doesn't wish to get linked to/associated with (like in the famous scene where he's at a bar with Laswell & co)

He doesn't have a home, not even a rental flat. He stays at the base, stays at motels, hotels, b&bs when he's in England. Partly because having anything stable in his life is dangerous, partly because his attachment issues are so severe that even owning a place will make him feel uncomfortable. Returning to the same, dusty place with only a tv and a fridge to keep him company is depressing.

He never visits Manchester. Too many sour memories and too many people who might still recognize him when he's supposed to be dead. There's no one there left to visit either, save for a few old friends who he can't keep in contact with because he wants to protect them.

He hasn't dated since he was 20-something. He doesn't want to take the risk of losing his loved ones ever again. He's had a few one night stands but disappears before dawn, hating the man he has to be in order to protect those who might otherwise steal their way into his heart.

He's considered using escort services instead, but even the thought leaves a foul taste in his mouth because of his childhood memories and the things his father did to women. He goes to strip clubs sometimes when he has a weak moment, drinks one whiskey and then goes to his motel room and jerks himself off, feeling lousy and even more depressed afterward.

If we ignore this man's attachment issues and complex trauma and imagine he would settle into a situationship or even a relationship:

Ghost is not mean, brutal or abusive. In bed or in any non-work related circumstances (Ghost would say he's not brutal or mean at work either: he's just efficient.) He can be rough if you want and even enjoys manhandling you a little, but he would have a hard time degrading you. He's a soft dom and a service top through and through and quite the gentleman at heart.

He has a lot of money. He's not a spender and has no kids so the pile of wealth he's accumulated over the years is quite enormous. He will spend his money on you though, take you out to dinner, buy you anything you need. He does it so willingly and effortlessly that you soon get a feeling that he's your sugar daddy or at least would want to be. He pays your electricity bill if he finds it on your table and sees it's overdue, doesn't even bother to ask for your permission. And oh, do you need a gorgeous dress for some occasion? Let him buy it for you. You need a car? Sure, no problem at all.

He's paranoid to the point of not telling you when he's about to visit you. He just pops on your doorstep, looking dog-tired and ten years older than he really is. The only thing he leaves in your apartment is a toothbrush and perhaps one of his sweatshirts (if you ask nicely.)

He seems to have a sixth sense, and is very superstitious. He thinks telling you he loves you is a perfect way to attract malevolent attention and bad luck upon himself, so he refrains from being verbal about how he truly feels. You think he's indifferent, that you're just a shag for this man, but in truth he's dedicated and devoted to you and sees no one else but you, thinks about you at work so much so that he already calls you a distraction in his mind. It's dangerous, his feelings are already bringing him bad luck, and so the cycle of silence continues…

He's an incredible hacker but uses old, foolproof technology to avoid being traced. You can never call him, he always calls you. If he even calls.

He's not a drinker and doesn't like to see you drinking either. He absolutely, vehemently hates drugs.

He's embarrassed about it but he has read like 5 novels in his lifetime. All other books have been non-fiction, manuals and the like. He says he hasn't got the time to read.

He loves to see you in ultra feminine underwear. Lace, stay ups, suspenders: he loves to undress you like you're a delicately wrapped Christmas present just for him.

He loves to eat pussy. He would eat you all day, every day, for the rest of his life if he could. He especially loves it when you ride his face and he gets to feel how your thighs start to tremble next to his face.

He loves missionary. Loves loves loves to spread you open and spread his religion. You even joke about it: that his ass is so fit because he fucks you so much, and he only smiles to himself because it's true.

Ghost wants kids, but would he ever tell you that? No. He never tells you anything. You know nothing of this man, not even his favorite movie or his favorite color (which is not black, btw).

He has a terrible praise kink. He loves praising you, teasing you, making you flustered while he's inside you – but if you ever tell him he's big? He's good? That you like it when he smiles? His brain goes full error. He fucks up the rhythm of his thrusts and has to gather his breath. (Then he ups the stakes and praises you even more. Because he also has to win. Always.)

If you ever tell him you miss him, that you can't sleep without him… He disappears for weeks. Then he suddenly comes back, more touch starved and desperate than ever. Your words have gone under his skin whether he likes it or not. You can't even tell whether he's fucking you or making love to you, but you're left feeling like you just got hit by the most loving, gentle bus. There's no explanation, and it's futile to try and pry what's gone into him. But just before you fall asleep, he ghosts his fingers down your arm and whispers: "Pet… I missed you too."

[whale-trawl]

foggy morning on the water

[sometimesanequine]

May I request an ocean horse? Interpret that however you wish!!

how about an estuary habitat? the ones that fill with beautiful iron rich clay silt. we need estuarian kelpies

[thetantiger]

Quick Bio: Quiet Rain

Race: Pandaren Class: Shaman Specialization: Restoration Pronouns: She/They/It

Quiet Rain is a blue and white furred pandaren from the Wandering Isle with lotus-shaped facial markings and solid, bright blue eyes. She has a pearl belly button piercing as well as pearl ear piercings and a koi tattoo on her back. More tattoos of wave patterns and fish scales detail its wrists and ankles and up its forearms and shins. Born deaf to a family living in the Singing Pools, Quiet Rain became enchanted with the fae spirit of a koi who was haunting one of the pools at a young age, giving them their solid blue eyes that they were told to hide with their mask. Now Quiet Rain has the ability to completely demorph into water, taking on any shape she wishes as well as being a hydromancer capable of healing her allies on her playful adventures.

Links: Introductory mog screenshots

Related Characters: N/A

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[someprettyname]

Okay but I am just starting to notice how fucking talented REO is and how no one talks about it?! That dude had probably been playing soccer for the shortest time there YET he was on the top tier team in the building. The team v REO could plan the games, and read the plays WAY better than team z isagi. And not only his soccer aptitude was high to begin with (i mean they way he won that match back in high school with those giants" team [yep, the one where he got spotted] was damn impressive to say the least) he also had enough skills to manipulate the team to become his....slaves. In a way.

Man.

Only if he didn't start out as "I need nagi to win the football cup" mentality he'd probably be called the prodigy. Which, i don't see why he doesn't deserve that tag. Being a jack of all trades is damn tough and he does a pretty good job at it. Those "fuck being jack of all trade, be master of one" preachers ARE AFRAID AF of him because he breaking through the "you can't be perfect at everything" stereotypes.

Why do y'all not talk more about how his copy technique is crazy?! 😭 He noticed aiku"s movements ONCE and copied it upto 99% accuracy. Like damn. His concept grasping skill is 📈

[hurricanek8art]

Thank you @tiredassmage for the literal swift kick in the pants and behold the inaugural K8's SWTOR OC Bio extravaganza (maybe?!?! I don't know what I'm doing and I'm still not happy with this but anyways 🥴). Starting with:

Aja Verdona: The Commander

Homeworld: Naboo (birth world; Odessen (adopted)

Born: 3664BBY/21 ATC (age 21 at start; frozen in carbonite for 5 years, currently 34)

Species: Human

Occupation: Commander of the Eternal Alliance

Affiliations: Jedi Order, Eternal Alliance

Romances: Rass Ordo

Masters: Several, most prominently Connelly Draay (OC) and Orgus Din

Apprentices: Vega Kodral (OC)

Hero of Tython, Throne-breaker, Outlander, Commander—Aja Verdona has borne many titles throughout her life, but none have ever been able to outweigh her dedication and drive to protecting the galaxy. Arriving on Tython a hotheaded and arrogant young woman who was letting her 'grand destiny', her abandonment issues and her fear of failure push her to the edge, Aja found herself taken under the wing of Orgus Din. What followed was a whirlwind three years that saw her pushed to the edge of her sanity and beyond, the murder of the first Master to stick by her side despite all of her flaws and intensity, an eight-month stint as the mind-controlled pet attack dog of the Sith Emperor, and an unexpected quest to slay Vitiate once and for all. When that was undone by the actions of the Revanites several years later, Aja resumed her quest, determined to do what the Force had chosen her to do long before she was even born, leading her to mature and grow in the nearly two decades since her journey began, conquering her past anger, and defeated Tenebrae time and time again. But now that Tenebrae is gone, and new, different threats and challenges threaten to overwhelm her—the warmongering of Heta Kol, machinations of Darth Malgus, training a stubborn and determined young Padawan, and Aja's sudden, unexpected feelings for a Mandalorian warrior. Now, Aja is faced with a new question: what is she without the threat of Tenebrae constantly hanging over her head, especially now that a new prophecy threatens all she holds dear? And what will she choose to become?

[bonewaryreblogs]

Boston Brand, the Original Ghostly Hero

Boston Brand was an aerialist at a circus and was shot dead during one of his performances; because he died in his performer outfit, that is what his ghost form wears naturally. His murder was never solved and Boston refused to rest until his killer was brought to justice; since the circus was performing near the Himalayas, Rama Kushna of Nanda Parbat heard his plea and was impressed by his tenacity, granting his wish and helping him remain on the physical plane as a ghost. Unfortunately, Boston was no detective, so he never found his killer, wandering restlessly but refusing to move on.

Boston wasn’t strong enough to influence the physical world much, but he did little acts of kindness as he wandered; things that would usually be brushed off as “good luck”, like a pickpocket tripped; a mugger’s gun jammed or the safety was still on; mild possession to nudge someone to do the right thing, to influence them just enough to bring it to their attention and strengthen their mental debate about helping without them realizing there was an outside force at work. He still ached for justice but this was enough for now.

He eventually found himself in Gotham and encountered Batman, subtly helping the hero in little ways, until he saved Robin (can’t decide which one) from what would have been a deadly accident, confirming Batman’s suspicion of his existence. After they are both safe, Batman says aloud “I don’t know who or what you are but… thank you.” Boston possessed Robin and apologized that this was the only way he could communicate with the living, giving him a brief summary of his origins. Batman decides to repay Boston by solving his cold case and Dick is triggered by how similar it is to his own story when he inevitably hears about it (I might even make it the same circus so Boston might have known Dick’s parents before Dick was born).

Boston is grateful and begins to cross over to the afterlife, meeting Rama Kushna again and the two talk. Boston decides that he kinda liked being a wandering “good luck” charm and decides to remain in the physical plane as a ghostly hero, taking the codename Deadman. For his selfless desire to help others, Rama Kushna grants him more power, turning him into more of a wight than just a ghost, as well as the ability to contact her any time. He helps several heroes with supernatural problems, especially those related to ghosts or other undead beings, happily joining Justice League Dark when given the chance.

[angrybatart]

Request: Something from one of the Neighborhood AU posts lmao

Sprigatito stealing one of your kielbasas! 😼