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erabundus · 1 year

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anonymous &&. said... What's something that makes you happy about writing your muse? Is it their personality, their mentality, or something else entirely? Also, is there something you'd like to explore with your muse in general, but haven't had the opportunity for it?

honestly, i think the answer is a mix of all of the above?

i started playing genshin directly after unreconciled stars rolled out purely because i saw some fanart and clips of scaramouche and just found him absolutely delightful — and i do mean that unironically! there's a very specific flavor of mean and prideful character that really clicks with my brain. there is literally no logical explanation for it; i just find them deeply endearing when they're being objectively terrible people. it's like the same feeling of "aww, little guy" you might get watching a racoon scuttle away with a stale pizza crust. scaramouche / wanderer really fills that niche for me — i think his personality, his dialogue, his mannerisms are genuinely the most entertaining thing. the scene of him terrorizing his subordinates has lived rent free in my brain for years; he is THE funniest genshin impact character, no i will not take constructive criticism.

so it goes without saying, getting to write ren is just an incredibly fun experience for me. he is such a strange person, and that's without getting into finer intricacies of his psychology. he will just say the most out of pocket things with his whole chest and not an ounce of shame. it's not in a "haha, he's so random" kind of way either — because there is genuine thought and reasoning behind what comes out of his mouth. there is also no filter whatsoever, and that combined with being such a naturally intense person leads to situations where he'll point blank tell heizou to try killing him if he ever makes kazuha unhappy before casually going on to make dinner plans. he's very quotable. also i think the quirk where he deliberately exaggerates his nature as a villainous person is just kind of funny. ( even if it does stem from an unhealthy place. ) sir, sit down, you were feeding stray cats fifteen minutes ago.

beneath the blunt veneer, he is incredibly awkward — and again, not in any sort of glamorized cutesy way. say it with me: ren is weird. he had to teach himself how to emulate humanity, and there are cracks in the façade — as well as situations wherein he just doesn't care to maintain it. he's a menace. it's easy to miss because he has such a strong personality and presence, but if you ignore the snark and theatrics and look at what he's actually doing, it becomes obvious.

but i also find the way his mind works just deeply fascinating. one of my favorite things about roleplay in general is choosing a singular character and breaking down how they think. i spent years writing a muse with literally eight whole lines of canon dialogue — but those eight lines were enough for me to build an entire psychological profile and backstory out of. in comparison, wanderer has so much content for me to pour over and i am thriving. he's deeply sympathetic and completely insufferable. he's messy and makes terrible choices and pushes everyone away, but he's absolutely terrified of being alone. he's self loathing and confident. his understanding of the world is warped and cynical, but he still possesses a system of morality ( even if "morality" is a very generous term ) he tries to operate by. his brain is a big spaghetti pile of contradictions that somehow manage to work together. i can literally ramble about him for ages but this post is getting long enough. it's just so refreshing to be able to write a character and not feel obligated to smooth over their flaws — because it affords me the opportunity to have him grow and develop from them in a distinctly organic way.

and that kind of feeds into what i want to do with him in the future. i generally don't try to stick too rigidly to any kind of clearly defined roadmap for character development. ( though i do like to sprinkle in subplots and story arcs ... i've been wanting to do a big dash-wide event at some point, too. ) i tend to run my blogs like they all take place on one continuous storyline with minor branching paths here and there. if your muse interacts with ren, i would absolutely love to keep writing with you and building on that relationship — whether it's a positive or negative one. force this man to socialize. throw him off a cliff. it's all very fun for me!

#anonymous #long post #𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. ◟ ooc .◝#( ''avalon rambles about scrunky for 500 years'' )#( genuinely though he is just a very important character to me & i find him very fun )#( i shitpost but he really is my comfort character even if i occasionally throw him in a hydraulic press of angst )#( i literally started crying when i finally pulled him after waiting for two years chris can confirm he was on call with me at the time )#( i will never forget accidentally c6ing him that entire experience felt like a fever dream SKDSKJ )#( sometimes i just end up with muses who sink their nails into my brain & live rent free for years )#( i hope i continue to write him for a long time 💖)

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survivesqz · 1 year

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𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 & 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎… 𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍

01. sirenz by denzel cury, jid

baby, i'm a fool because i thought you would stay whether i win or i lose, they already think we dead but they continue to shoot, i'm just gonna cover my head i need to duck and not move, i bust a move when i- find a way to get on and get up, get out the crib i was just looking into the mirror, tryna dislocate my fear cause you broke my heart, let me dry my tears so serious, i'm so neglected

02. mama by aminé

and it's you that i'm missing every time i needed someone, you would listen i'ma write you a song to put on everyday so the times that i'm gone, you can smile when it plays you my idol and the one that i need best cook, best looks, you supported my dreams look, i'm thankful to be your son, it's my honor tonight i wanna quote tupac, "dear mama"

03. no exit by childish gambino

don't go, gotta know please don't run away i'm a murderer what can i say? don't go, gotta know please don't run away i'm a murderer what does that change?

04. protect ya neck by wu-tang clan

the hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor terrorise the jam like troops in pakistan swingin' through your town like your neighborhood spiderman

so uh, tick-tock and keep tickin' while i get ya flippin' off the shit i'm kickin' the lone ranger, code red, danger! deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart

05. big boy by brockhampton

who the hell am i? who the hell are you? don't waste my time, i got shit to do been in love with you, don't know what to do still searchin' for the truth, every which way mental foreplay, bound by cuffs to you do it my way, like everything i do take my breath away don't let me fade away may die before i wake

06. ms jackson by outkast

i'm sorry ms. jackson, i am for real never meant to make your daughter cry i apologise a trillion times me and your daughter, got this thing going on you say it's puppy love we say it's full grown hope that we feel this, feel this way forever you can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather, ms. jackson

07. meditate by earthgang, jid

now don't get offended, i was just giving you hard time come to your block, give you hard line my, did i come at the wrong time? but see i sent comets to the earth me, i was humming at your birth i put colours on the spectrum i let you assign them worth looking for peace in america looking for peace when i stare at you

08. pride by kendrick lamar

hell-raising, wheel-chasing, new worldy possessions flesh-making, spirit-breaking, which one would you lessen? the better part, the human heart you love 'em or dissect 'em happiness or flashiness? how do you serve the question? see, in the perfect world, i would be perfect, world i don't trust people enough beyond they surface, world i don't love people enough to put my faith in man i put my faith in these lyrics hoping I make a band

full pinterest board | full playlist

#inspo // kane ashford.#kane ashford.#pitts;task #all songs are linked in the title too

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tehyunqs · 4 years

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𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 — 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸

OCEAN DRIVE in which a religious girl gets wirled up in a corrupt catholic church’s ties with a dangerous mob. ( a jeon jungkook au )

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: foul language, mob/mafia(??idk), mentions of hell, murder, mild explicit content etc….

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: hi! i hope you’re all enjoying the story so far :))

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝟎𝟎𝟐 𝟎𝟎𝟑

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

❝forgive me father, for i have sinned.❞

jungkook.

his name was engraved in the back of my brain, and my voice played it over and over again. i would often find myself in the darkness of my room, softly whispering his addicting name like a mantra, thinking about what it would feel like to have him on top of me. immediately after such filthy thoughts overpowered my weak and tempted body, i would sit up and stare at the portrait of mary staring right at me in shame, later crying out to the almighty father, begging for forgiveness.

i knew that getting on my knees and repeating the Hail Mary wasn't enough. i'd have to go to confession, but how could i confess such thing? saying it out loud made me feel dirty and ashamed. how could i let the devil overpower my body? i prayed. i went to mass. i tried to follow the ten commandments. i had all my faith in God. why had the devil chosen me as his next victim to terrorize, and drive away from the arms of the loving father?

did he expect me to just reject God after all he's done for me? after he saved my father from death, and gave him another chance? after constantly being by my family and i's side, making sure we all made it home safe and sound? he must be incredibly stupid and confident in his supposed skills if he thinks i'm going to betray the one who could obliterate him with the snap of his fingers for a man who makes me sinfully weak in the knees.

two days before i left for college, i sat on this uncomfortable chair with an uneasy feeling dancing at the pit of my stomach, slowly eating me away. with the way my eyes and furrowed brows burned, i could tell i was mistakingly letting my thoughts and feelings out into the world, where anyone who set their eyes on me would begin to pester me with never ending questions.

my eyes bored into the television screen, and i couldn't seem to look away from it. although i followed every step jesus took as he weakly walked to the calvary, carrying our heavy sins on his bloodied and beaten back, my mind was far from thinking about how selfish us humans are. as much as i tried, i couldn't bring myself to concentrate on this heartbreaking film, i couldn't think of anything else but him.

jungkook.

i closed my eyes tightly after finally being able to control my body, sighing quietly in frustration and guilt. a man that i barely knew was taking over my entire world, and as much as i tried to stop it, i couldn't.

i should've felt relieved when the clock struck nine, but i didn't. not when my father called, and said he wouldn't be able to pick me up. he tells me to call a cab, and i tell him i will, but i then realize i don't have any money on me. i couldn't believe what was happening to me, and i wanted nothing more than for this class to go on forever.

i'd have to walk home, and that meant having to walk by the abandoned apartments where he would be. i knew that without a doubt. there wasn't a day that passed by that i didn't see him sitting on the 7th step, cigarette stuck between his sinful lips. the lips that i reminisced about day and night, while i slept and while i was awake. when i was awake, he was all i daydreamed about, and when i was asleep, he was all i dreamed about.... as much as i hated myself for it, i always did.

my father and i were at mass one sunday morning like we usually were, and when it was time to leave, i walked with my head hung low in shame given how i had spent almost the entirety of it with him on my mind. i regretted the decision of looking up, because when i did, i saw him sitting in the far back.

jungkook, a year older than me, and a college dropout like the people at the abandoned apartments.

i felt like my eyes were playing a sick, twisted game on me, but i blinked twice, and he was still there. he smirked at me, which only encouraged my father to pull me closer to him. i could already begin to hear him warning me about becoming one like jungkook in the back of my head.

my father despises him. he might not have had a cigarette between his lips at that very moment, but he still despises the way he's dressed, the way he sits, and the fact that people like him exist. i like to think it's because that's what he used to be.

all i did was cowardly look away with a burning face.

ever since that day, i'd see him in that same spot every sunday. it was almost as if that last bench was the 7th step of the abandoned apartments.

but not once did i dare stop and acknowledge him. my dad and i would eat our bread, drink our wine, and leave without sparing jungkook a second look.

part of me felt bad because maybe he came to church every sunday in hopes that i would finally say something to him. but why should i feel bad for a man who's soon to be my doom?

when i was a few steps away from reaching the abandoned apartments, i felt like throwing up. i saw him sitting on the 7th step, and i couldn't see the cigarette between his sinful lips because his back was towards me, but there wasn't a single bone in my body that thought he didn't have one.

i wrapped my arms around my small figure, somehow thinking this would render me invisible when i passed by him. then i heard his boots repeatedly hitting the metal steps until they hit the pavement, a hand soon wrapping itself around my shoulder.

"what are you doing out here at this hour?" he questions.

it takes me a while to respond because i'm so entranced by his handsome face, and the feeling of his hand against my shoulder, but i soon get ahold of myself. "um, my dad couldn't pick me up from church."

"do you want a ride home?" i know i should say no, that my dad doesn’t like him. he doesn’t like the way he dresses, the way he sits, and the fact that people like him exist, but then i remember the feeling of his sinful lips on mine. i can't help but fail the 7th commandment to the boy that sits on the 7th step of the abandoned apartments, and i begin to hear my voice say, "sure."

he leads me into the alleyway between the abandoned apartments, and his familiar black car comes into view. we get in, but he doesn't start the car. instead, he looks over at me, and i do the same because i miss the sight of his brown eyes.

we remain in a comfortable silence unti he decides to speak up. "can i take you home?"

i feel his hand against my bare thigh in a matter of seconds, causing me to tense at the sudden contact, but i soon relax because i remember it's jungkook—the man i've sinfully craved every night in my room. his name screams danger, my father's warned me before. but here i am, vulnerably sitting before him as his fingers trail further and further up my skirt, and i don't ask him to stop. i don’t want him to stop.

all i can do is repeatedly glance from his lips to his eyes, reminiscing about the feeling of his sinful lips on mine.

"and kiss you?" he leans in closer towards my red face, and smirks at my flustered stance. "would you mind if i took the time to worship your body, and appreciate you?"

my breath hitches in the back of my throat.

worship my body? like i worship God?

a voice in the back of my head screams at me to leave, and run all the way home, because my dad hates him. he hates the way he dresses, the way he sits, and the fact that people like him exist.

he's the addiction the almighty father warns us about, and encourages us to fight with prayers and crucifixes. i know he's staring down at me with hopeful eyes, hoping i don't fall victim to the devil's temptation, and rip his fingers away from the waistband of my underwear just so i can run away.

but i disappoint him greatly when i say,

"i wouldn't."

i accept jungkook's invite.

and i also accept my invite to hell.

the following day, i sit inside the confessional, ready to repent for giving into the devil's temptation. i failed the 7th commandment to the boy who sits on the 7th step of the abandoned apartments. i still feel overwhelmed by the experience, but part of me wants to do it again. it's the part of me that'll soon convince the rest of me to shamelessly get on my knees for jungkook again. just like i do when i kneel down in front of mary, and do the sign of the cross.

jungkook.

i'm alone, but i can still feel the weight of him on top of me as he bites down on my neck, and trails his hands over my chest, down my stomach, and towards the spot where i ache for him the most.

the fact that i'm sitting inside the confessional in order to rid myself of the sin that i want to do again is enough to almost make me run out of there because i don't deserve God's forgiveness. i'm about to promise i'll never do it again, but i know i'm bound to find myself in jungkook's bedroom again, the floorboards painfully pushing against my knees as i look up at him in obedience.

"forgive me father, for i have sinned." i manage to say with a quivering voice.

"what have you done, child?" the pastor asks.

i could never say it out loud. especially not to my father's friend, who can't see me, but probably knows who i am by the sound of my voice.

"i gave into temptation," my hand automatically goes to one of my bruised knees.

the images of jungkook trailing kisses down my spine, my legs wrapped around his waist, and the look i gave myself in the mirror when i took in the love bites all over my neck and chest linger their way into my mind. they were all the things i could never bring myself to say out loud.

"forgive me for what i've done." i urge once more.

"and for what i'm about to do."

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ikubaes · 3 years

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⁺　𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖　›

𝟎𝟎𝟏﹕𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅

ʚ 정민 ɞ 　i felt that i could do anything reckless, anything world-breaking, be it my dominant or off-hand, i really felt i could. ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　there isn’t anything planned from the start, i don’t need that, so please, god, quickly show me the next step. ʚ 愛 ɞ 　with an unbelievable amount of heart, with my terrible voice, i want to be able to shout and not rot away, please use up all the courage that we have. ʚ 愛 ɞ 　i don’t care how proud our future feels as it looks over us, we still have something we need to do, we want to use it all up, the now that we’ve been given, and our overflowing miracles.

𝟎𝟎𝟐﹕𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　i cannot find a song i want to listen to, but at the start of this sullen day, by hearing just your exaggerated “good morning,” everything had changed, how strange. ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　it was you who had been holding onto the key to my inner light, i find it not too bad to be living just to find out the reason why that is. ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　it can only be you, and i have no reason to back that up, so please don’t go asking me in a fit “why is that so?” ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　even though it feels endless, you finally offer a good answer, after the 2020 other bad ones. ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　when i had heard my name being called out by your exaggerated voice, i felt my meaningless life suddenly become something special. ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　if cowardice is a sickness, then i feel mine won’t heal soon, but you had appeared before me, with the face of the world savior. ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　once i tell you why it can only be you, will you be next to answer back?

𝟎𝟎𝟑﹕𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆

ʚ 정민 ɞ 　forever and ever before you had introduced yourself, were you able to remain as yourself? ʚ 愛 ɞ 　today is the one day in the millennia when gravity sleeps, we stand in the blindspot of the sun, ready to depart from this planet. ʚ 정민 ɞ 　ever since that day i had met you, i had suddenly stopped dreaming at night, it had been waiting for long within the ground, the time is now for that dream to be fulfilled.

𝟎𝟎𝟒﹕𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

ʚ 정민 ɞ 　the world rests upon your tiny shoulders, i’m the only one who sees that, and i’m on the verge of tears. ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　you notice that, and ask me “are you alright?” and i reply in haste, “i’m alright,” but… why is it that you can ask such a thing, even though it is you who’ll collapse? ʚ 愛 ɞ 　even though i know greatly how unreliable i am, if you don’t mind, please let me help shoulder your burden too. ʚ 愛 ɞ 　even though i’m small and incapable of obtaining this big dream i have now that’s overflowing, that dream is for you to be “alright,” i want you to be “alright.” i don’t want you to become alright, i want you to be in the “alright” that you wish for.

𝟎𝟎𝟓﹕𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐?

ʚ 정민 ɞ 　i was born into this world with nothing in hand, i keep on going around in circles in this gap of eternity. ʚ 智絵 ɞ 　even if the world turns its back on us, still, you are here right now, standing your ground. ʚ 愛 ɞ 　because you had given me the courage, i want to use it for your sake, it would be meaningless without you here. ʚ 愛 ɞ 　is there still anything that love can do? is there still anything that i can do? ʚ 정민 ɞ 　destiny is very much like the number on a die, much like the usual whim of the gods. ʚ 愛 ɞ 　why were we shown dreams, even though we own nothing, why were we given hope when our lives have an end, why were we handed only things that would slip through our grasps, even then, as we cling onto all that, would you call us unsightly? ʚ 愛 ɞ 　though you and i were born into such a wasteland, even then… there is still something that love can do, there is still something that i can do?

#yeah im insane #ehehehehe

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honeycndwildfire-arc · 2 years

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𝟎𝟎𝟏: 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 | 𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

The world is far bigger and more vibrant than Jester ever could have imagined, even with all the paints in Nicodranas at her disposal. She had always dreamed about all the adventures that awaited her in the world when she finally ventured into it properly, although a prank pulled on a member of the Revelry sent her packing with more haste than she had anticipated. With a very generous bag of gold, her sketchbook, a bag of pastries, and her best friend, Jester made a dramatic entrance into the world with a hope to find her father.

𝟎𝟎𝟐: 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 | 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

She wasn't entirely sure what she expected when she set off into the word, but it sure as hell wasn't finding a new family, starting a cult, becoming a pirate, being in the middle of a war, or fighting for her life in the Astral Plane. Most of it, however, she wouldn't change for the world, no matter how difficult the road became.

𝟎𝟎𝟑: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇.

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 | 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

( To be written properly - mostly the same set-up as the pre-episode one verse but set in modern times ). Quick points include:

Jester’s modern verse begins in much the same way as her canon verse, with Nicodranas substituted with a coastal city in Italy (i need to do some geography homework and decide precisely where) and is set after the infamous prank and her leaving to find her father. It was at this time she started using the name Jes/Jester to be able to communicate safely with her mother.

Artie is still an important part of her life, although he’s been a source of comfort that visits her in her dreams and daydreams - she’s come to the conclusion that he must be some kind of god and has made up her own ways to honour him/keep him with her in her waking hours.

After leaving she predominantly makes money through her art and patreon with her comics detailing Artie’s imagined adventures and shenanigans.

For the most part modern!Jes has no supernatural powers. She’s often an accidental prophet and uses a set of custom tarot cards (that she taught herself to read and added her own cards to) that were left in the Lavish Chaeau. When she does exhibit magic it is at times of intense emotions and is limited to essentially the thaumaturgy cantrip (with minor healing in intense situations for modern settings with heavy magic themes) and she has very limited to no control over it.

#𝐎𝐎𝐂 ✨ || character / carrd info #i'm watching the new episode so just doing blog admin really #comparing this to bekah's verses tho??? it's so refreshing not having to rewrite half of canon #long post //

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 .

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 .

NAME : Shadow. EYE COLOUR : Crimson with a hint of orange. HAIR STYLE / COLOUR : Black with red stripes. He takes good care of his quills, believe it or not. HEIGHT : 3′3′’. Don’t call him small. CLOTHING STYLE : Just his gloves & shoes. BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : His chest fur is soft.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟐 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 .

FEARS : Being put in stasis again. BIGGEST PET PEEVE : People who can’t make a decision. AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : Protect the planet.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 .

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : Head empty, no thoughts. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : Probably what the Doctor’s next plan is. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : He hopes that he can sleep without any weird dreams and that nothing bad happens while he’s asleep. WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : His powers.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟒 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : Single. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : Respected. BEAUTY OR BRAINS : “???” DOGS OR CATS : Cats.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟓 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 …

LIE : If he thinks it’s necessary. BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : Yes. BELIEVE IN LOVE : Barely knows what ‘love’ is, but yeah. WANT SOMEONE : Maybe.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟔 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 …

BEEN ON STAGE : No. CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : Tried it. Didn’t really work out.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟕 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 .

FAVOURITE COLOUR : Blue & green. FAVOURITE BOOK : Owns a few astrology books. Likes the pictures. FAVOURITE GAME : “No time for games.”

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟖 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 .

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : “I wasn’t born.” HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : “I’m immortal. It doesn’t matter.”

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟗 : 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 .

I LOVE : “When it’s peaceful.” I FEEL : “Fine.” I HIDE : “Nothing.” I MISS : “...” I WISH : “.. That this quiz would be over.”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : @team-phantom 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @ambrostikal & @kiraisei

#✕ ┊ [ games ]#( trying to interview shadow is the worst )#✕ ┊ [ headcanons ]

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