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silcntsinners · 2 months

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LIKE THIS FOR A RANDOM STARTER! I will check accounts with multi and throw one of my muses at one of yours 👀 see where it goes?!

#fullintenticns permanent starter call #open rp #fantasy rp #HDM rp #got rp #OC plot

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cryptedscatalyst · 7 months

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Hello I am Madden, a cryptozoologist. Cryptozoology is the study of cryptids, or any animal type creature. Here on this blog I will record my findings. If there is a cryptid or an urban legend that you would like me to look into please feel free to ask. For now I must get back to my research.

~M

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rp-partnerfinder · 24 days

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hello, im 18+ enby looking for 18+ partners.

i am on the hunt for ocxoc inhumanxhuman w me as the inhuman oc! looking for mxm mxnb, but im lenient. please, give me your silly ocs.

ive got a character i want to mess with who is essentially using the trope of "cute character but will kill you" etc, because im a sucker for characters you never expect to be the cause of a plot twist.

my character is essentially a parasite w a host they play like a puppet, roaming around looking for their next meal. ive gor a couple of ideas that being:

a. my character can come and go from your charactera universe, but finds yours interesting because they stick out like a sore thumb and are one of a kind. they meet your oc through a discussed plot point between us and my oc continues to visit out of obsession (could be friendship, romance, to consider your oc food), the plot is easily bendable and moldable, as well as go in a multitude of different ways!

b. my characters is stuck in your characters world. they could be studied by your character, help kept underwraps and safe, etc! the possibilities are endless, but ofc, we get the fun looming tension of starvation and the need to eat from my character for joyful angst. this one can go a variety of ways, just like the first.

happy to discuss, change, or mess with things! really, i like to meet my partners in the middle with plots and worldbuilding. bonus points if you like to draw because im an artist and like drawing stuff from rps <3

like ane ill get back to you asap!

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cozysip · 10 months

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the song tells the story of muse a, who is feeling down at a party and encounters muse b who tries to lift their spirits. muse a and b discuss life's meaning and purpose, with a feeling defeated and muse b offering muse a perspective of freedom and potential. they find comfort in each other's company and decide that life's limitless possibilities are what make it truly awesome.

#019. plots : mine.#wanted plot #indie plot #plot idea #plot ideas #1x1 plot #plot bunny #oc plot #sapphic plot

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axelostar · 29 days

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The Victorians

Ugh...not like anyone would read or be interested in this crap but anyway :

This is Victoria, Vic for short, a young sorceress (did i spell that right) who got trapped in the mortal world after having her magic staff broken, all she has now is a magic wand that can't do much coz she's a horrible witch lmao, so a group of college students, Prince, Ivy and Cyrus calling themselves 'Truth seekers' will find her in idk where maybe a haunted house or a forest? Anyway they gonna help her finding a way back home if she helps them solve mysteries and know more about legends, going thro funny and comedic moments together, eventually they gonna name themselves 'The Victorians' with Vic joining their group as the only non-human being, oh also btw they gotta hide her identity but she finds herself in stupid situations where ppl think she's weird and stuff.

I'd love to see any opinion if it's possible, that'd mean a lot for me

#Oc #Oc art #Indie animated series #The Victorians #Vic #The victorians vic #Doodle #Art #Artshit #Oc lore #oc plot #fyp #would anyone read it?

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writebr33zy · 5 months

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Just doing the creation part of this tale bc the main plot is long. Before time moved, space flowed, or gravity was even an afterthought, there was the Void. This void had two rulers, the ancient ones. The ancients made the pillars of the universe: time, space, and gravity. These beings created the multiverse as we know it. The three created The Painter. A being who created the greater gods. These gods were created of the emotion of the Painter. First was Astrophel, the wind beast, created of joy. A whale with eagle wings for fins and moth wings for tail flukes. Second was Naomi, the great harpy, created of pride. A humanoid body with wings for arms and eagle talons for legs. She also had the long pointed ears of an elf. Third was Druk, the elder dragon, created of sorrow. A massive wyvern with coal gray wings, blazing blue eyes, and deep black scales. Lastly was Abaddon, the grand wyrm, created of anger. An amazingly long wyrm massive frills the color of galaxies. It has six powerful legs and striking green eyes. It's these four powerful beings that would rule the twin realms and bring life to them. In the Wild lands, Astrophel and Naomi created the fae, demons, and wild plants, born of the wild magic of the realm. In the neutral plain, Abaddon and Druk did the same but only on two planets and one moon as the rest were too unstable for life. The moon housed the azaelead people and the drakes, while the planets, Cupio and Aetheria, housed humans and beasts. Prologue complete

#ocs #oc #oc lore #writing #oc writing #oc plot

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bimbomagicmaker · 9 days

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𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘹 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

"𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘺" 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 2024 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 2011 esque!

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦-𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘈𝘭𝘣𝘢. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 3-5 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Lilith Chambers dedicated herself to excelling academically in order to support her hardworking parents who held multiple jobs to provide her with opportunities they never had. Graduating from a prestigious university, she finally allowed herself to relax and enjoy the festivities of her university's graduation party. It was at this event that she encountered your muse, a person she had observed and heard about from various sources, including women who had been involved with him romantically, or were simply interested in him. Additionally, there were also envious men who spoke about him with a mix of admiration and jealousy.

They share a night and form an unanticipated connection that keeps getting stronger. That night, Lilith mentioned during their conversation how her parents' farm is thriving like never before, allowing them to work on it full time instead of doing odd jobs to restore it to its former glory. Your muse becomes interested in helping out on the farm because of Lilith's description of it being peaceful. He also wants to avoid facing his parents and their expectations, so spending the summer on the farm with Lilith seems like a good idea. He would be provided with accommodation and meals, and possibly a salary if Lilith's parents agreed to his stay, as they were elderly and could only do limited work on the farm. Lilith was open to the idea of having some assistance on the farm, even though she doubted his abilities since she perceived him as a pampered man who had never experienced manual labor. Her parents readily agree to his stay. Lilith shows him how things are done. There is plenty of good-natured teasing from Lilith as he struggles with the work and long hours, as he is not used to working. He is reluctant to admit this.

Just picture them spending nights outdoors beneath the stars having deep conversations until sunrise, enjoying a refreshing swim in the lake during hot days, exploring the beautiful countryside on horseback, engaging in playful wrestling matches in the mud that become intense, her parents starting to admire him because of his charisma and his willingness to assist them without charge over time, as he feels more loved by them than his own parents, and so on.

#໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིაwish list₊ ⊹ ₊wanted plots₊ ⊹˚#1x1 discord #1x1 rp #smut rp #1x1 #discord 1x1 #discord rp #indie smut rp #plot call #oc plot #oc rp

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electronicrobotdreams · 7 months

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If I made a Discord RP server would anyone want to join?

Seems so many peeps looking for RP partners are Discord only. Honestly I'd like to RP on Tumblr too, so DM me if you'd like to RP with my muses.

#RP #OC plot #original plot #roleplay #discord

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charms-and-constellations · 9 months

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jeans it is

based on this prompt by @youneedsomeprompts:

#8 - "Which one should I wear? This or this?" "I don't care. You're ugly in both." "[Name]!"

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summary: cassie struggles to pick an outfit. andromeda helps her sister out...eventually.

length: 1200 words

Cassie had pulled almost every article of clothing she had packed back out of her trunk. Her voice groaned in harmony with the groan of the aged wood of the armoire door she leaned against as she surveyed her room.

Trunk, to her left, by her bedroom door, splayed open, almost empty. Directly in front of her, every pair of jeans she owned—baggy, straight-legged, and skinny alike—lay sprawled over her pillows at the head of her bed. A similar situation with her skirts, some denim, some boho, some maxi, some mini, was happening at the foot of her bed. Dresses had been ditched entirely, piled to her right in the corner of her room behind her armoire.

The one decision she had been able to make was what top she would wear. A willowy knit sweater of a rich coffee brown with a ribbed crew neckline. The sweater was the perfect length, cutting off right above her hips, in contrast to its too-long sleeves, which she rolled up twice to sit nicely at her wrists.

Cassie pushed her back off the front of her wardrobe then approached her pile of jeans; picking up pair by pair until she found her light washed pair that fit perfectly through her upper thigh then loosely hung around her legs—the perfect length to kiss the floor behind her heel.

She slid them over her pyjama shorts, turning to the cheval glass beside her armoire and examining the outfit. She tried tucking the sweater in the front, then tucking it all the way around before pulling it all free with a breathy huff.

She shed the jeans and picked through her skirts. She picked up a cream skirt that was one of her favorites, simply because when she turned, even just the slightest bit, the hem of the skirt would flare at the motion following her direction. She turned back to the angled mirror and tried every style of tuck and fold for her sweater again.

She shed the skirt, this sigh heavier than the previous. She stood in front of her mirror contemplating, jeans in one hand and skirt in the other, staring at each option until all she could see were the flaws in the clothing. Her hands released the clothing and covered her face, pressing down, painfully smashing her nose in the process.

Nothing was going right. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This summer was going to be it, the summer Sebastian finally admitted what everyone knew he felt for her. Cassie thought he might've done it at the end of the spring semester last year, but with the excitement of Umbridge being dismissed and Dumbledore returning, the opportunity hadn't presented itself.

So Cassie had been sure that summer would be it. Since the summer holiday after their first year at Hogwarts, Sebastian had been devoted to their communications, sending a weekly letter, even if Cassie hadn't had time to respond. For three summers now, Sebastian and Cassie had been in constant contact until they saw each other again in September.

Every summer except this one. Sebastian had barely sent four letters in response to her dozen over the two months they'd been on holiday. And now, in just under two hours, she would see him again at King's Cross, after barely speaking over summer. Naturally, Cassie had to look perfect for the occasion. Hence this fashion catastrophe.

Cassie half groaned half yelled through her palms, allowing the sound to use all the air she had in her lungs, until it was nothing more than vocal fry.

A sharp double tap on her door quieted her.

"What?"

"Cassie, why are you making that noise? It's annoying," her sister's voice floated through the door, her tone teasing.

"Come in." Cassie turned her body towards the door, splitting her fingers enough to see her sister enter through the slits.

"Uh, what is going on in here?" Andromeda drawled, eyebrows raised high and mouth gaping.

Cassie scoffed, dropping her hands from her face. "Just doing a little redecorating. Thought I'd try a new style. Avant-garde, no?"

The older girl laughed at her little sister's remark. "Is that what your sweater, pyjama combo is too?" Andromeda ventured further into the room, finding a spot on the bed that wasn't garment-clad. "A new style? Because that," she gestured to Cassie's outfit as she crossed her legs under themselves on the bed, "I would call avant-garde."

"Annie," Cassie whined her sister's name. "Now is not the time for teasing. Now is the time to help your sister, who you love so dearly, pick her outfit for the train today."

Cassie retrieved the two options from where they rested by her feet as Andromeda shook her head at her.

"I see. A little nervous, are we?" Andromeda wiggled her eyebrows at her sister, saying in a singsong voice, "To see Sebastian?"

Cassie stared down her sister who was giving her a cheeky smile. "I am not nervous."

Andromeda saw straight through the lofty expression on Cassie's face. "Mhmm," she hummed. "What are those?"

Cassie lifted the options for her sister to get a better view.

"Jeans or skirt?" she asked as she alternated draping the articles at her waist so Andromeda could get an idea.

"Neither, they're both ugly."

"Annie!" Cassie growled, launching the pants at her older sister, who caught them mid-chortle. "Seriously," she pleaded with her sister.

"Okay," Andromeda sighed. "The jeans," she decided, offering them back to Cassie while holding her hand out for the skirt.

Cassie made the exchange but still questioned her sister, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she assured her. "You don't have to dress to impress. Anyone with eyes can see the boy's mad for you." She made a gesture for Cassie to get dressed before she started folding the skirts to her right. "Plus, it's a long train ride, and you'll want to be comfortable, so jeans, it is," she stated, as self-assured as only an older sister could be.

"Jeans, it is," Cassie repeated as she turned around to see them in the looking glass again. She tucked the front end in her waistband and turned back to her sister for observation.

Andromeda nodded, setting another skirt on the neat pile she'd made. "Yes, and what about that black belt you have? The one with the silver buckle."

"Yes!" Cassie rifled through her trunk, trying not to make any more of a mess, and gave a triumphant cheer when she pulled out the leather accessory, lacing it through her belt loops.

"Alright then." Andromeda glanced at the clock on Cassie's bedside table and winced. "It's getting late; you ought to finish packing, Cassie," she chided as she pushed herself off the bed, careful not to topple her stack of folded laundry.

"You reckon you’ll help me?" Cassie begged, overwhelmed at the sight of her room.

Her sister smiled sweetly and lifted a hand to the 5 skirts she had folded, saying, "I already did."

Cassie groaned as her sister saw herself out.

Andromeda threw a smirk over her shoulder, wishing Cassie luck, before she closed the door behind her.

Returning back to her mirror for one last inspection of her choices, her chest fluttered at the idea of seeing Sebastian. Who know's what their fifth year might hold for them?

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thanks for reading! i love getting to play around with cassie's relationships, getting things out of my head and out there for other people to see. even if no one ever reads this, i'm glad it's here.

peace out ✌🏻- paige

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willgrahameatscraftsingles · 11 months

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drew my oc! Felix Lecter-Graham. will and Hannibal found them as a kid in a dog house after murdering their abusive parents. they had no idea the rude couple had a kid and took him in. Felix loved his childhood and his dads. he loved watching dad (Will) fish even though Felix sucked at it and never quite got the hang of it. he loved watching Papa (Hannibal) cook and draw. he remembers getting his hair brushed as Papa hums. dad would tell him bedtime stories and watch over him till he slept. then they were caught. their retreat cottage was surrounded. like the first time, no one knew he existed and people were shocked to see a kid in the house. he cried, screamed, kicked, and bit but he was eventually taken away from his parents. Alana Bloom swore she was going to never get involved with these two men ever again. She and Margot were living happily far away from everything that harmed them....but then she heard a kid was involved. how cruel of them for dragging another youth into their life of madness. she couldn't just Felix become another Abigail...he was only 6 so maybe he could be relocated and forget their fathers.

Felix never felt at home in the Verger manor. too big. too empty. old money. it wasn't anything like the cottage. no pets. he missed the dogs. he missed Dad and papa...Alana tried to be there and talk to them but they were stubborn and fussy. how did Will and Hannibal handle this kid??? she knew he was only acting out due to trauma and being ripped from his family but...it never truly changed the only thing that kept them alive was playing Tetris. they were glued to that game. it was the only digital game they had back home on his wiped, untrackable laptop so it became a hyper-fixation. tetris and drawing were the only things that kept Felix sane. well...kinda. once he became 13, he found his person suit. made friends. joined clubs. learned how to sing and started doing theater. they put energy into becoming a spunky, theatric nerd. life was ok...but they had trouble. people saw them as weird. too outgoing. talkative. then if they got zoned in on their phone playing Tetris or drawing, then they were too quiet and weird. nothing was ever right for anyone...plus the rumors. Felix bloom-verger. old money. child out of nowhere?? Wasn't that name in the news when i was a kid?? what, those murderers! yeah, my mom heard about that on Tattle-Crime when I was younger! Didn't they have a kid??? wasn't that Alana bloom around those guys??? he hated it. no one understood. no one. "sweetie, you need to let them go. you have a family." "How could you say life was better?" " you were raised by murderers?? you ate people??" "your safe now." they were allowed visits every fathers Day and Christmas. they seemed happy enough. allowed to be together but with a glass between them. felix would draw them things and talk about their life. cry. laugh. Alana hates to admit that these days are when Felix looks and sounds the happiest even after all these years. thats all I got so far. i feel like maybe Hannibal and Will will break out but idk when on the timeline. I'm still working out the plot. I feel like he bonded more with Margot than Alana due to her more stoic nature. She never pitied him like Alana did. maybe he got into horses for a while.

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hannigram #alana bloom #oc #oc plot #writing

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silcntsinners · 3 months

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@fangsandmagic liked for a small starter

Willow x Jaime

Jaime sat at the bar, staring into his drink as a sigh left his lips. It had been a rough day with one of his patients tragically passing. Of course, Jaime had done everything in his power to try save them but it was too late. He sipped his whiskey on the rocks and glanced to a woman who was now next to him, making him almost jump since he was in his own deep thoughts. “Evening..” he muttered quietly, not wanting to be rude and ignore her.

#closed rp #willow x Jaime thread 🪡#oc plot

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comet-wire · 1 year

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Vampire with emotional baggage meets a jester and shark tamer duo, and they become fast friends. The trio soon become poly but some bitch ass relative of the vampire tries to make their life harder.

#twitter #i dont have twitter but its from twitter and i found this and thought it was fun #putting in queue so itll deploy later #my ocs #val/comets ocs #sweet tooth bats (ocs)#sweet tooth bats comic #oc meme #oc twitter meme #idk what to tag this lol #oc plot #vampire oc #jester oc #shark oc #salem cynfael #kirby/kevin the jester #kirby the jester #ripley the shark tamer

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cozysip · 7 months

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okay but listen: muse a, inspired by a movie seen at 14, vowed to rewatch it only with the love of their life. blindfolding muse b, they lead them to a private theater. as the movie unfolds, a uses its scenes to express feelings they've long kept silent. in the darkened theater, a finally unveils their heart, confessing amidst the cinematic backdrop. the credits roll, and muse b, moved by vulnerability, shares a profound connection with muse a, realizing that love is sometimes best expressed through promises fulfilled.

#019. PLOTS : mine.#wanted plot #plot bunny #plot rp #plot idea #plot ideas #plot 1x1 #1x1 plot #oc plot #rpc

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worldscollideau · 1 year

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Germaine’s soft green eyes slowly widened. The man’s head, it turned ever so gently, watching as the Psycho carefully touched the glass cylinder within the middle of the destroyed lab. Her chipped painted nails, they began tracing the small cracks upon the machine’s glass, following them down until her skin met with the gooey black substance leaking from within.

It felt…normal. It was a liquid she had never touched, smelt or even seen before in her life, but Erebus could swear it was a part of her. The way it danced on her skin, slowly leaking upon each of her fingers as it began to crawl up her forearm. It felt like it was her own body. A part she could have possibly been missing.

It tickled.

“Wait-Hey!” Germaine’s voice rumbled with panic, the man’s body quickly stepping forward as he watched with horror. Even the con didn’t know what that liquid was, but he knew it hurt. The man had the scars to prove it.

Germaine didn’t really understand what he was doing with this strange machine, this dangerous “liquid” sitting within his lab. All Germaine knew was that he had a dream. A loud terrifying and painful vision, the con could see a planet, a mysterious creature covered in blue, and a voice he swore he knew. A voice that felt close, warm, yet so strangely distant. An old friend maybe. Perhaps a friend who had left him behind.

“Find the darkness.” Was all it commanded. Germaine didn’t understand what it was asking, what it wanted him to do, so all the scientist could do was guess. Failed experiments, several lost lives and two near death experiences, Germaine swore he would give up. A dream was just that. A dream. Find the darkness, what did that even mean? Shut off all the lights, close his damn eyes? Frustration overtook the man, leaving Germaine to abandon this insane quest.

Until he found this…thing. It was a complete accident. The con didn’t talk about his past, his previous names. The man held his cards close to his chest, every conversation like a game of fate to him. Yet, this…this bank like thing. Germaine almost wanted someone to find it, find him.

The scientist needed-no, wanted help.

It came from a vault. Germaine had almost died attempting to bring it back to Atlas, nearly caught slipping it into the third floor of the labs. It was almost like it was calling to him. The way everything in this machine looked as if it had been made from scrap, it felt…beautiful. It was messy, a rush job from whoever had crafted it but still, it was a masterpiece.

Anytime Germaine touched it, he swore he had to have been the one to make it.

Whatever was in there, it was untameable. It bit at his skin, burned his clothes, it hissed, screaming. Ice cold, it caused the room to freeze over more than once, it wanted to be released, to cause havoc. People moved out of the labs beside him as Germaine worked countless hours desperate to understand what had come into his grasp. Even after years of this machine being by his side, he had gotten nowhere.

Yet there Erebus was, touching it with her bare skin, watching with bright green eyes as it gently curled into the palm of her hand, responding to her with delight. “...Cold.” Was all the Psycho could manage as she giggled happily, poking the strange liquid in her hands, feeling this strange element curl around the tops of her shoulders. “Cold, cold, cold!”

“...How the hell did ya do that?”

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balls-haver · 2 years

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Why must I have the most realistic shading at the worst times