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apothesized-moth · 24 days

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God I hate this Freak (Newest Hatchetfield OC)

He works as a Forensic Scientist for the Hatchetfield PD, closely working with a Certain Conrad (Linked under the Cut ;) ) and loves his job a little TOO much.

Maybe keep an eye out for a Blog for him sometime?

Vauge Backstory and Tidbits under the cut!

Mick didn't drift into town so much as he sprouted up in it, like a weed, spreading his roots across the town far before he peeked his head above the surface. He lives in an Apartment in the Downtown area of Hatchetfield, and for a while, his apartment was Rumored to be vacant. Nobody went in, and nobody went out. Still, the apartment seemed in perfect condition, and sometimes people swore they saw lights behind the sectioned blinds. It became a sort of Haunted floor, a Haunted Apartment, where The Hermit lived. Though, that's only what was seen from the inside.

Michael Vescor was born a regular baby, he had a regular childhood, apart from being Transgender, something which caused him to have an innate fascination with flesh, which led to a fascination with Crime and Murders. He'd spend months researching, gathering information, creating threads from hoaxes, theories out of thin air. He breezed through his academics, his sharp mind and observant nature lending well to landing him a degree in Criminology and Forensics, and an eduaction as a Forensic Science. Of course, the next step was to, albeit slightly against his will, join the Force. Mick has no respect for Rules, or proper order of things, unless he orders them that way, he is selfish in his worldview, and posessive of everything he sees. He is a man that has trouble seeing others as equals, or even as human, especially if they're dead. He has a tendency to speak ill of the dead, or make remarks in the middle of a Crime Scene. Mick also has a tendency to put down the people he works with, criticizing them for every little thing they do, mocking them for their lack of observational skills. Generally, not a pleasant guy.

Wonder how he keeps his job... . .

CONRAD (Give Ghost a follow NOW!!!):

#;moth ocs #my darling little freak #oh Mick my Beloathed #no seriously he is a little FREAK I don't think I can underline this enough #I wasn't kidding when I said he'd taste the blood samples #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #starkid #hatchetverse oc #hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield rp #hatchetfield universe #hatchetfield roleplay

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frankenjoly · 1 day

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bram and aya +

“I think they’re staring at you.”

“What do you recommend?”

or the word ‘royal’! up to you how many to do alsjfkfj

aaaanddd i combined them :3

“What do you recommend?” Bram asked, letting Aya lead him to a table she had called her usual spot upon entering the cafe. It was a small and colorful place near her school, mostly filled by other students with their friends, but in some cases their parents too. Would that mean no one would deem him as out of place? Unlikely, given how a handful of heads had turned to follow them with little to no regard for acting inconspicuous.

Most of them thought twice when meeting Bram’s best ‘mind your own business’ gaze, though.

“Hm.” Aya tapped her chin with her index finger, clearly considering all the options, since there was apparently nothing the vampire couldn’t straight up tolerate from the place’s menu. Sure, it wouldn’t feed him either, but that had been a given since the start. Not like it bothered Bram much, not when he could still taste food. “All the cakes are absolutely wonderful, but if I had to pick just one, maybe the apple pie? Or ditch those and go for the mochis. And for drinkin’...” She stopped for a second, glancing in the same way Bram was proceeding to look at. “Oh, yeah. I think they’re looking at you.”

“Have I not done enough to…” It was now his own turn to make a pause, properly choosing the words. “... appear fairly common-looking by modern standards?”

The clothes he was currently wearing, if maybe more fancy than the usual while looking at everyone else, were appropriate to the times and weather. He had styled his hair so his pointy ears wouldn’t stand out much. And there wasn’t much he could do about the scars crossing his cheeks but those weren’t that strange either.

So what was the issue? Was it simply because he was a newcomer there? Would people who were familiar with Aya’s presence find off-putting that she wasn’t accompanied by her actual, biological father? Or--?

Speaking about Aya, her first reaction towards the question was giggling.

“I think they don’t have any problem with your looks, but the other way around.” The giggle turned into a big, amused smile. “Don’t be too obvious if you wanna take a peek, but for example… one of the ladies over there’s downright blushin’ and all.”

“Excuse me?” To be completely honest, Bram had understood what she meant. He just needed a few minutes to process the whole situation. Or hours.

“What? Bet they’re gushin’ as if they just found one of their fave romance novel main dudes just turned out to be true. Which kinda checks out, since you’re from ages ago and have that royal vibe thing goin’ on.”

Bram opened his mouth for a second, then closed it, then opened it again.

“You know I am no literal royalty.” Plus, calling her his princess was more about devotion and endearment and… yes, maybe a bit based on fantasy stories too, like the ones he had told another certain little girl back then. But still.

“I doubt they think that either.” Aya shrugged. “Anyway, whatcha gonna do with that sudden wave of popularity?”

“I--” Bram, meanwhile, let out a brief sigh. “Honestly, I have no interest in acknowledging those.”

“Why? Already got a sweetheart and whatnot?”

“You could say so.” He had barely finished speaking, when Aya’s jaw dropped.

(Also on ao3.)

#bsd bram #bsd aya #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #i love them so much you have no idea #(also i will get to the rest i'm just craving fluff for these 2 like a lot)#also also y'know where i'm going with the last part bcs i will push rarepair agendas to hell and back #also also also baby's 1st time usin the bcs that bram doesn't really get fed unless he drinks blood but still can taste any other food #(in fic since this started bcs of rp stuff aka him eating cupcakes with lovecraft for the latter's b-day)

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evandalist-in-gotham · 1 year

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the dumbass urge to eat some random plant youve seen thats been growing around

like i KNOW poison ivy escaped a few days or whatever ago those bulbs look delicious as fuck

#it looks like it tastes minty #gotham roleplay #only in gotham #only in gotham rp #roleplay #only in gotham roleplay #onlyingotham #open rp

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magnusfox · 3 months

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Jerome just woke me up with pancakes and eggs.

#they taste very good #jrwi rp #jrwi suckening #jrwi the suckening #magnus talks #the suckening

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fractalcloning · 1 month

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As I scream into the void seeking a Narek RPer to play against, I have finally caved and must explain why I want this Romulan loungelizard to be more popular. (It won't happen, but I can dream.)

Reasons I like Narek as a character that nobody but me gives a shit about:

Let me preface this with a fact about me: I know Romulans.

I've RPed as Nero for almost two straight years in a large game. I've basically learned Rihannsu back to front for the endeavor. The person who played my Ayel and I both dumped countless hours into developing grammar and extrapolating cultural rules. We were dedicated to making them as believeable and accurate to canon as possible.

I have the whole timeline of the destruction of Hobus/Romulus down to memory. I know about all the neat little tidbits and trivia from comics and adjacent materials etc, etc.

This is to say: I have read and written quite a lot about Romulans in my time. I am very familiar with how they work and what data is available to draw from when writing them.

We do meet a few rank and file military Romulans from time to time, however. So we know how the general military operates in direct contrast to the Tal'Shiar. Caution and secrecy is sort of baked into their culture, which makes a lot of sense given that they're constantly at war with basically everyone, but they aren't (generally) unreasonable people.

In canon Trek, Romulans are often a little over the top with the sneaky-backstabbing-untrustworthy-nonsense. They're almost comical with how much scheming they do, but most of the Romulans we meet in canon are Tal'Shiar. The Tal'Shiar are known, pretty explicitly for the depth and breadth of their sneaky-backstabbing-untrustworthy-nonsense. It's kind of their whole deal, apart from mnhei'sahe (literally the ruling passion honor).

Narek, however, was a child when Hobus went supernova. He is from the very last generation that had any living memory of Romulus. (Elnor is also from this generation and they are great foils for each other, but that's another essay.) Narek is from a (presumably) respected family of--if not Tal'Shiar then Military--operatives. His aunt held high rank, his sister did as well, and both were inducted into the Zhat Vash, an organization that worked so quietly and efficiently that even the famously paranoid Tal'Shiar thought they were a myth. They orchestrated catastrophes and manipulated Galactic law to their ends, one of their members was the head of Starfleet Security and Narissa was on a personal basis with her.

Their underlying culture is present, but it isn't explored very deeply in any one canon source. Taken collectively, however, it is just as substantial as Klingon Battle-lust or Ferengi Capitalism.

Nero was a break from the norm, not because he was vengeful, but because he was the first non-military Romulan we'd ever really seen. His designs, the tattoos, the crew of his ship with their very un-Romulan loyalty, the way he talked and sought equivalent exchange of lives (mnhei'sahe), was a wealth of Romulan culture that we hadn't ever seen. He was a regular Joe, had a regular non-Military job, trusted and worked with aliens to try and save lives. His failure (not his fault) was something he absorbed and sought to rectify in the Romulan way.

Nero was super interesting both for how much detail he cast on Romulan culture, and in how he slotted into the Prime Timeline. Nero was a guy desperately clinging to hope, to the last vestiges of his civilian life, but he was cut free by the destruction of Romulus and set adrift. The only anchor he had in the AOS timeline was his honor and the driving need to balance the scales and restore it.

Narek, however privledge his family was, was a washout. He was a failure. We know he wasn't Zhat Vash, and whether he was even Tal'Shiar is up for some serious speculation. He doesn't act like military officers, and only seems to be play-acting as a Tal'Shiar, miming his sister when it suits him.

Narek may have had authority on the Artifact, but it was probably by dint of Oh granting it. We never get any clarification whatsoever about his rank or dayjob, just that he is fully devoted to helping the Zhat Vash. He is analytical, prepared, but he is not good at thinking on his feet and clearly does his planning off screen. He's meticulous but not especially skilled at hiding or regulating his emotional state. He is far less aggressive and stalwart than just about every other Romulan we've seen...except for Nero.

He was literally a placeholder sent to keep tabs on Soji. He didn't even arrive until Narissa had failed to capture Dahj. That Narek managed to get close to Soji, that he discovered her dreams and correctly surmised what they are, was more luck than skill. Before his assessments the Zhat Vash knew that Dahj (and Soji) could be activated out of their cover, but they assumed that they could capture them. They probably assumed they could torture the data out of them, if not dissect them and rip out a harddrive.

Narek found an easy way to get right to the information they needed. His attachment to Romulan culture is his puzzlebox--Before Nero we had never met a Romulan civilian and before Narek we have never met a cultural Romulan who plays with a toy, we had never seen a child's toy like that. Of course, the puzzlebox (Tan Zhekran) was a mechanism to illustrate his thought process, to make the differences between Narissa and him very apparent, but it was also something from his childhood (presumably). It's a weirdly personal affect for a Romulan and he fidgets with it almost constantly. It's a tell, something he shouldn't have, and it makes him accessible on an emotional level.

Narek is a civilian.

He's a civilian in a family of spies and operatives, raised alongside his sister on the same stories, with the same care. There's no way a Zhat Vash didn't have a family home on Romulus. While Elnor is a nice example of the new generation of Romulans, Narek is one of the last examples of what is used to mean to be a Romulan. He saw Romulus and escaped with all his surviving family when it as it was destroyed. Narek was raised on Romulan tradition (private names for family), Romulan stories about the end of the world, and he is haunted by them because he knows they're true, they're real. His sister and aunt have seen it, seen the message that drives people mad, about Ganmadan. His living relatives have dedicated their lives to preventing it and, even if he isn't actually Zhat Vash, he does the same.

Narek is a failure, by his culture's standards, by his family's standards, but he is also the only one of them who lives in the end.

He's a civilian who is trying, desperately, to avert another Romulan apocalypse. He has already lived through one and somehow this next one is even worse. Like Nero he sees the writing on the wall--but instead of doubling down on the traditional sneaky spy shit, he tries something new--unlike Nero, it works! He makes headway where nobody else could.

Unfortunately, it's kinda fucked up, but he then gives up everything in the pursuit of this goal. (Which to him, seems like a noble one.) Narek gives up who he is (by playing at being Tal Shiar), his safety (he has no idea what Soji is capable of or what might set her off, they only have records of Dahj killing a dozen agents before being blown up), and eventually resigns himself to killing the woman he's fallen in love with (the baseline requirement for giving out his real name). He does it all for the greater good, to save people and he doesn't seem to make much of a distinction between Romulan and other organic lives. He has his little plans, tracking La Sirena in a single cloaked ship, hiding his presence to tail them, firing on them despite being wholly outmatched, allying with Sutra however temporarily, trying to sway Soji again, turning to Rios, Raffi, and Elnor for help--he's willing to do anything because he's terrified that everything is about to end and it will be him who failed to prevent it.

The very last shot we see of him, after his plan to detonate the transmitter fails completely, is him on the ground being dragged away by the Coppelius androids. He doesn't posture or threaten, doesn't say ominous shit like the other Romulans we're used to--He begs. He claws at the ground, trying to stay, and he begs. He pleads with Soji, calls her his love, tries that last ditch hail mary because it's all he can do. He fails his task and she's the last person he can reach out to and, in the end, despite the very real threat to her life, Planet, and Picard, Soji smashes the transmitter. The apocalypse is averted.

Narek failed but he also succeeded. His aunt is dead, Oh has been outed as a traitor, and his sister is killed by Seven of Nine. In a cut scene, apparently, Narek was supposed to be arrested by Starfleet. So he's facing (at the very least) retribution from the androids and the ExBorg. Starfleet is very likely to arrest and interrogate him, if not imprison him indefinitely since he has ties to the Zhat Vash and, subsequently, will be on the hook to explain the Utopia Planetia disaster. Soji hates him, for good reason, and his homeworld is long gone. Narek has nothing...but the world was saved.

Narek is singular because he's all about needing and interacting with other people, he has no real authority, nobody he commands. He's a civilian (insofar as any Romulan can be) and is a soft, emotional boy who hangs on to his childhood toys. He's driven in equal parts by fear and a deep sense of failure, like everyone else in the show, and he takes the steps that seem right and necessary to him (also like everyone else on the show).

Narek was a great contrast against Elnor in every possible way--from his evasiveness to his fear of death--and he was a great foil for Soji. On Coppelius, Soji's terror clouds her judgment and she very nearly does terrible things to protect herself. Her actions, her opinions, her hesitation were all driven by fear. The ends seemed to justify the means. She reflects Narek's state for the whole show. Season 1 is about finding safety and meaning.

Narek is afraid for the whole duration of the show and his choices all reflect that same desperate need to find permanent safety, to live. Soji exists on the peripheral of that with the Ex-Borg, and as a synthetic, and then she falls headlong into it after his betrayal. Narek regrets trying to kill her and the symbolism of his losing that box, of him trying to kill her in a room that is so very culturally Romulan, right after telling her his name, makes it very clear that killing her is killing some piece of himself. But the ends justify the means. He can and will give up everything to save the world.

And his last line in the show is desperately pleading with the woman he loves as he's dragged away.

Then we never see him again or get anything resembling closure for Soji or Narek.

Which I will be big mad about forever, because they didn't even get the bare minimum acknowledgement and closure of "moving on and living life is paramount because it is finite and beautiful ". Nope. Nothing. I'm furious forever.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. I hope if Star Trek Legacy happens we get Narek as a sort of...side character creeper informant ala Garak. I also hope we get Soji on Seven's Enterprise because I love her.

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xlemonciel · 1 year

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❛❛ Taste ❜❜

Las heridas de a Hyunjin habían sanado sin problema ninguno una vez regresaron a Corea a pesar de que el viaje no fue muy agradable para este y Félix estuvo muy pendientes de él en todo momento pero eso ya había pasado y Felix estaba feliz por el mayor, todo volvía lentamente a la normalidad a pesar de que su normalidad fuera caótica con las grabaciones de los nuevos mvs y la preparación de las nuevas canciones. Además habían empezado a recibir cartas con amenazas al apartamento lo que había hecho que la empresa se pusiera alerta al respecto y les pusiera más seguridad así que no sólo iban con hombres de seguridad a todos lados sino que estos vigilaban día y noche ambos dormitorios, lo que había hecho algo complicado el poder dormir con Hyunjin sin levantar sospechas.

Felix no estaba muy contento por eso pero dado que acababan tan agotados de sus horarios infernales podía soportarlo, además lo compensaba pasando el día entero pegado lo máximo posible a Hyunjin. Felix no era especialmente fan de pasarse horas de peluquería y maquillaje pero admitía que el staff se estaba volcando con ese mv. Su pelo negro pasó a un rubio platino que a él le costaba acostumbrarse a verse en el espejo mientras se colocaba la ropa del videoclip, mayormente de cuero, siendo de los primeros en acabar en peluquería y maquillaje fue de los primeros también en ver el set de grabación que era una auténtica pasada.

Rápidamente empezaron a unirsele los demás miembros. Cuando apareció Bangchan todo se volvió un caos de bromas y risas por su pelo azul, Jeongin y Seungmin no paraban de hacer bromas con pitufos ganándose miradas fieras pero resignadas del líder. Habían empezado a grabar algunas escenas ya cuando Hyunjin hizo su aparición finalmente y aunque también fue el centro de bromas de los miembros, Felix al verle casi olvidó como se respiraba. No había esperado que fueran a hacerle un cambio tan radical al cabello rubio ajeno y el rojo acentuaba su piel pálida sumado al maquillaje y las lentillas hacían que pareciera peligroso y sensual a unos niveles para los que Felix no estaba preparado. Estaba taladrandolo con la mirada en silencio, contrastando con las bromas y risas de los demás hasta que el staff les mandó callar porque iban a grabar la escena de Minho. Felix, que había estado interesado en las grabaciones hasta ahora, no podía importarle menos qué pasará frente a la cámara, incapaz de apartar su vista de Hyunjin.

#[ OTP ♦ You're my reason to live ]#[ The Omega ]#Rp!Felix #Hyunjin!010 #❛❛ Taste ❜❜

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