#LERECUEIL: a collection, compilation, anthology, or repository of things, often literary works like poems, stories, laws, or data, gathered into a single volume or set.
an independent and private multimuse by becks. she/her, 30+. originally est. 1 jun 2023. most recently moved 11 jan 2026. mutuals and 21+ only.
featuring largely interconnected original characters, with a small handful of canon characters from various sources. character list under the cut.
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ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:
the bardots
sebastian bardot
angélique bardot
jules bardot
colette bardot
pascal bardot
ramon silva
the sommerfelds
simeon sommerfeld
shoshana sommerfeld
ezra sommerfeld
the menagerie
tristan patel, the viper
sarita singh, the lynx
aniko kovacs, the scorpion
seneca kappel, the phoenix
fantasy ocs
aria de luca – ser aria of the lakelands, archetype of the valorous knight fallen from grace
freya fairweather – privateer captain and illegitimate sister of the prince of the dawn
guillaume de la tour – prince of the dawn, harbinger of prophecy
khyrielle "khyri" thornvail – woodland wanderer, wounded half-orc warrior ever fleeing her past
phineas barba – historian, avatar of the goddess hesta
pierre lapointe – lord & gentleman, purveyor of fine non-stolen goods
reyna – siren of the south sicacian sea, eater of hearts
PERHAPS THOSE MEMBERS OF HIS FAMILY AMONGST WHOM HE HAD BEEN RAISED WERE ALWAYS CORRECT. ramon has always been uniquely fascinated by engaging in the most raw and human of experiences, no matter how difficult it proves to remain with one foot in each of his worlds – especially when he hasn't enough of them to go around. his mother back in nicaragua, if fondly, has always encouraged caution. with respect, he has always ignored such encouragements. only in places like this does he hesitate in his idealism. some human hungers are natural, beautiful – and some are savage and base and horribly selfish. intimate desires are certainly not inherently foul, but the lecherous greed which seeps through the gazes of most patrons of such a cabaret has far more in common with violence than with love. why, then, would he come to such a place, one might ask?
the easy answer is business. perhaps the more complex one is to remind himself that he is only half his mother and that he must remain vigilant about which parts of him are not.
he cannot help but notice the proximity of perhaps the most favored performer of the evening, if in large part due to the sheer weight of the ravenous stares which follow her. doubtless she has no intention to approach him – and for his part, he keeps his gaze occupied upon tracing the outline of the liquor bottles against the back shelf. a drop in the bucket or not, the heaviness of another set of eyes cannot possibly be something that such a woman seeks. perhaps it is for the same reason that he chooses to speak to her, thinking his question clear even if that isn't so much the case, " it must be exhausting. "
also connected to nothing ic but can we believe it’s been a whole year since one of my best friends who fosters all the time with our local humane society ( and my legal secretary at the time which is how we met ) picked up a 2lbs 7 week old puppy who’d been surrendered as the sole baby born in an accidental litter, undernourished and underdeveloped from malnutrition, who needed to be fostered bc she was so terrified at the facility that she shut down completely and refused to eat or drink or even acknowledge a single person — and made her very first call to me, who wasn’t looking for a dog, telling me “ I have a dog for you, I’m so serious. ” 24 hours later, she brought her to my apartment and this pup who had refused to leave her crate for hours the day before in a new place came out of her shell immediately and chose me as her person and our home as hers in a way I can only describe as magic. within weeks of being able to officially adopt her, dorothy jean became bold and brave, friendly and sweet, hilarious and playful, smart and well behaved, and bonded to us and our home fiercely. now, she’s my constant companion and halfway through her training ( as recommended by my therapist ) to becoming the best autism assistance dog ever. if you don’t like chihuahuas, she will cure you, this has been tried and proven many times over.
my latest reading selection has siren/merman simeon running rampant in my mind so please consider the following potential ship plots for both current and future ship partners:
siren simeon captured for a royal menagerie / zoo / sideshow / whatever fits. feral, uncooperative, in mourning, everyone assumes he can't understand / speak but he's just refusing to. slowly builds unwilling bond with man who Happens to be around for a fairly unrelated reason and takes an interest in whatever's going on with this creature even though he can't do anything at the time about his captivity. ( could be a royal who doesn't have a ton of power at the time or noble or worker for a royal menagerie, patron or worker for a zoo / sideshow, etc. )
man gets swept off the deck of a ship in the middle of the sea during a storm, wakes up on the shore of an isolated island after a miraculous survival. somehow food mysteriously appears in obvious places, there's always the feeling of being watched, and probably thinks he's going crazy because he swears he hears a beautiful lone voice distantly singing at night. ( what actually happened is that simeon saved him, brought him to the only land anywhere near, now doesn't know what to do but keep him alive and safe without actually being seen because that's SCARY. )
i've been watching the hell out of a bunch of historical documentaries and being reminded that one of my favorite genres of dynamics are " powerful historical men who were so down atrociously bad for their insanely cool wives that they defy social and political conventions to give her all the power she deserves too. " there are multiple genres of this, btw, and i love it whether they're madly in love or he's the worst and she's just using him or anything in between.
" YOUR HIGHNESS ... " colette truly does not at all mean to sound impatient – but sometimes, she cannot entirely adjust her tone, apparently including this time. even to her own ear, she catches the slightest hint of that impatience, such that she winces softly, sighs, and allows her shoulders to sag forward ever so briefly before straightening herself again. an apology flashes in her eye when she finally manages to glance back up at the princess ( @exitvelo ) and her allows her brow to knit after a moment's hesitation. a raw worry she elects not to hide, a rare moment of unfiltered honestly. always will she give the truth voice, but she often chooses not to let it shine through in her expression.
the very last thing princess zelda needs is somebody else to worry too much about her. and, goddess, doesn't colette of all people understand how grating such a thing can be. for a beat, she can feel the heat of embarrassment in her throat, although it clears after only the briefest moment. worry aside, she is far from babying her, at least. if anything, she is every inch the grounded, rational woman she usually is, with a nearly unforgiving pragmatism. that practicality speaks to her drive toward survival – which, quite naturally, extends to the woman sitting across from her. whether or not she is royalty matters little, in the grand scheme of things, more than the simple fact that colette admires her. ( perhaps identifies with her as well, although she would never have the gall to say as much aloud. )
" I know that asking you not to go for the sake of my concern won't stop you, because it would not stop me, in your shoes. " she lifts her pencil from the set of blueprints before her, again casting her attention entirely to the princess and softening almost microscopically. the truth is, she knows she would feel disappointed, if zelda were not so motivated, although she won't say it aloud. " I know you have those assigned to protect you, but let me come along. I have been working on prototypes for the very purpose of security, for you and your protectors, that I will have to test in the field anyway. I cannot think of anybody better to help me dissect the weaknesses of my inventions. "
@exitvelo ( as zelda ) gets a starter from colette.
also my bestie and I are going to be trying to transform the loml ( dorothy jean, sorry to my husband ) into a mythical creature for the renn faire on saturday so I’m taking suggestions for what would be fitting for the angel baby below if I’m going as a woodland fae
am I allowed to open the topic of tristan patel’s judas iscariot parallels again ( specifically as it relates to the characterization in jcs and the trials of judas iscariot ) or does it make me seem too mentally ill
syd from ezra : [12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.
stages of intimacy, accepting. | ft. @lerecueil
sydney couldn't remember the last time she's been this close to someone, the last time anyone had touched her in a way that wasn't just to move her out of the way in the middle of service or duck behind her while yelling corner over her ear, past her shoulder. she couldn't remember the last time anyone made her feel this light either, outside of herself and yet wholly aware of her body, the way ezra managed to do with just one look at her - sometimes even less, sometimes just a message from him, thinking of her in the middle of their days, already was enough to make her feel like she was floating. it was strange and rare, for a guy to even manage to make her feel this, but ezra was special. she had seen it at a glance, heard it when he talked and could tell it when he hugged her close, when his fingers were around hers, when he let her talk his ear off about pasta combinations and different temperatures of oil in different kinds of pans, and more than that when he listened to everything else she said, took note of everything else she did. she didn't know that was possible, for someone's touch to feel like an indulgence, to stoke warmth under her skin, to make her yearn, make her want to grasp him further in her hands, make her want to let herself be caught by him. she trusted him, with all of herself, with the fire in her veins, and she knew he wouldn't disappoint.
thank god she moved out, she thought, where she was kneeling over him on her bed, both of them down to their underwear, and she could see the goosebumps on his chest and neck, down his body to the hair growing thicker down his navel and the waistband still covering him for the sake of arbitrary modesty. she wanted that, too, all of him, as terrifying as it was to want someone again after years of wanting everything else in the world ( everything so much tougher and yet somehow far less alien to her ) and as bad as she was at indulging herself. for now though she only had his body in mind, the warmth of his shoulders where she traced them, her hands around his biceps and then down to his elbows. if she remembered correctly they had been kissing at some point, his mouth insistent and soft under hers, tender with no fear of bruising how he handled her, but there was so much of him she wanted to touch, and wanted to taste, so she had started mapping him out like a cartographer charting a new land.
" you're so beautiful, " she mumbled, when she stretched herself out over him, their feet tangled, the undeniable tent of his erection so close to her core, yet she was still mostly focused on the parts of his she hadn't touched yet. enclosed his waist with her palm, let his hands wash over her in return, down her back and up her shoulders, down to her own hips again, and sighed contently when he touched her lower back. situating herself better, one of his legs between hers, she pressed a kiss to his chest, another to his shoulder, up his collarbone and his jaw until she could taste his mouth again. drawing it out, tugging at his bottom lip and sighing into his mouth, she was all but trying to fuse herself to him, her hips moving softly against his thigh. she was warm as a furnace, a low simmer fire just in his presence, and she wanted his hands on her forever. this was the slowest time had ever felt to her, with him not even as close as she wanted him but closer than anyone else, and she told ezra just that. " i didn't - i don't even know if i ever felt this way. you're, like, you're everything. i can't stop staring at you. "
THEY ARE TWO PEOPLE WHO HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO WANT LIKE THIS. ezra would never presume to speak for her about such things, except that they've talked so often and in such depth, and he listens to her – he always listens. and he knows her focus, her passion, her drive for what she yearns to create and accomplish, by now almost better than he knows himself. ( granted, the latter has always been a difficult topic for him to bend his mind around, ever challenging as it is to truly conceptualize his own sense of self. ) it is one of many things that has bonded them, this understanding of just how much is out there to explore, whether boldly and loudly or more quietly. the time so many others spend on dating, the two of them have always spent on ... well. anything else. he has known since shortly after they met how she intrigues him, how she makes his heart race yet calms his busy mind at the same time.
content as he'd been in her company alone, without expectation, it hadn't occurred to him until far later – embarrassingly later – that the sentiments might be returned.
now, miraculously, here they are, together, with so little between them that it makes his heart pound in his throat. when they first began to kiss, to touch here in her bed, a whispered voice in the back of his mind wondered if he would even remember how to do any of this, long as it's been, but such concerns fled swiftly as his thoughts slipped away like warm sand. no matter what he's allowed himself to imagine, he could never have predicted the way her hands on this much of his bare skin would make him feel. something like a whine escapes his throat when her mouth leaves his, cut short almost instantly by a hiss of breath between his teeth with the sensation of that same mouth on his skin, the exploration of her hands. perhaps he has more nerve endings than he'd thought before. his own fingers trace deliberate paths across her body, her shoulder blades, her spine, the curve at the small of her back, a wandering far more instinctive than conscious. each touch commits something to memory – be that her warmth, the way she moves or sighs or twitches with each caress – and files it away in a space in his mind reserved for her, and her, and her.
despite his arousal, he's in no particular hurry, instead just desperate to feel, to experience sydney for perhaps as long as he can manage. her hands burn against every inch she touches of him, enough that it makes him ache and shift beneath her as though trying to find more contact with her, despite how closely they're pressed together. no matter how she drives him to distraction, the color in his cheeks still deepens at her words. beautiful has never been something he has considered for himself – nor something he's craved to be called, at least until this very moment. and he certainly cannot recall that he's ever so burned like this to be beautiful to anybody before. the rock of her hips against his thigh sends a shudder of delight down his spine even as she kisses him again, and intuitively, he adjusts, pressing it upward to provide more friction even as he cups her flank in one hand to press her against him. his other hands lifts to her ribcage, his thumb and forefinger framing where the fabric of her bra begins, even if he does not yet touch it.
" I ... " his tongue tangles around a thousand words he wants to say, all the things he wants to tell her in this moment. how can he possibly do justice to everything he feels in his moment? instead, he chases her mouth with perhaps less finesse than he'd like – but certainly not with less passion ... or meaning. he dips his head then, slowly pressing a kiss to the hinge of her jaw, then her throat, humming against the beautiful deep brown of her skin as he moves his way down to the middle of her sternum.
" sydney, " is all he can breathe before pressing a kiss to the visible curve of one breast. he flexes his thigh just barely upward again, squeezing once more where his fingers have wandered to the back of her upper thigh before lifting that hand, first to blindly stroke against her hair, then to fall to the fastening at the middle of her back.
" I'm not ... " he falters, voice failing him again as he inhales against the warmth of her skin. no matter if he thinks he deserves for her to say such things, to be allowed to touch her like this – what difference does it make, if this is what she wants? he cannot begin to touch with his hands every depth of her that's written itself into his busy mind like a poem, but perhaps it is another way to show her what he isn't sure he can convey with words.
" I don't ... think I remember the last time I wasn't thinking about you, " he finally manages, mouth and nose still pressed gently against the soft skin just above the upward curve of her bra, one hand still framing the underwire while the other brushes against the fastening in the back. he wants to touch every millimeter of her and he doesn't have enough hands. his fingers flex with just enough pressure to remain on the edge of unclipping one of her last pieces of clothing, but not without – " may I? "
THE UNFORTUNATE PART OF THE CARTOGRAPHY BUSINESS IS THE BUSINESS PART. jules has never enjoyed the inevitability of having to market himself, for any reason. he lacks his father's apparent charisma and appeal, and the extent of his elven mother's alleged beauty – not that the latter lived long enough for him to ever consciously see for himself. so as a purveyor, he doesn't exactly sell well, so to speak. beyond that, he has plenty of other reasons not to want to share his work. there is always something that rubs him wrong about providing the fruits of his labor to others – even for pay, when he cannot properly put a price on what he loves best. if he had his own way, he would wander, and sketch, and keep it all to himself. he probably could, if his elder brother wasn't so stingy, but alas, he must peddle texts he considers borderline religious.
when he has them, anyway.
" you must be joking. " his reproachful tone certainly matches his expression as he stares the larger man down across the shop's wooden countertop. his charcoal-smeared fingers have halted their progress on a topography as though frozen, and his eyes narrow with something bridging annoyance and suspicion. briefly, jules wonders if pema sent somebody to prank him, but quickly dismisses the idea.
finally, he snorts, returning to his work almost flippantly. " of course I don't have a map of that area. nobody does. it's never been successfully surveyed. which you should know, if you're looking to go there. " his gaze flickers briefly up to his guest's face once more, guarded but somehow morbidly curious all at once. " and even if I did, I tend to try to avoid selling my wares to aid a suicide jaunt, since that is the only reason one would want to head out there. "
@m0tiveforce ( as tristan trevelyan ) gets a starter from jules.
high inspo muse starter call !! i'm feeling a little like my brain is in a rut – which has nothing to do with my current memes / threads at all but rather my state of mind – so I'm going to try some ( in theory ) briefer starters for characters i'm feeling particularly high muse for. all of my characters, whether specifically listed or not, have a number of different verses, so instead of making y'all pick specific verses, i'll list general genres instead and use a narrower au ( eg. sci-fi becomes mass effect or star wars, fantasy becomes dnd/bg3 or gv, etc. ) based on your preference of genre and what i think will work best. multis, please specify which characters of yours you'd like to use, if possible. please comment character(s) you want + appropriate emoji for genre/setting as listed below!
SIMEON + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi, ☠️ for apocalyptic
FREYA + 🐉 for fantasy/canon, 🪐 for sci-fi, 🎧 for modern
JULES + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
RAMON + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
COLETTE + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
PASCAL + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
i feel like i'm pulling myself out of survival mode a bit finally, but it's also fully becoming summer so my off time has been quickly filling up with social activities and hiking/climbing plans. my time this week is super limited and we're going to be at the renn faire all next weekend BUT i'm going to try to at least chip at drafts and get those starters out in between!
felicia from ezra : You crossed my mind today. Like you always do.
he doesn’t quite leave the door open but he doesn’t have to. they’d spent weeks fortifying that particular system, new retinal scans which now included the divots of her own irises in the database of the security system. although she still prefers the fire escape as a point of entry ( old cat, old tricks it wasn’t a habit so easily put to bed ) speaking of habits, this was becoming one. ditching the party early so she could curl up on the couch buzzed and content at his side… or rather sprawled over him. while she would never quite hang up her metaphorical dancing shoes for good she was getting used to kicking her heels off for this. sequined eyelids, the glittering body mist rubbing off any given surface including his fingertips. he exists almost entirely outside of the effervescent riot of most of her evening, at least whenever they weren’t play-acting another hostage scenario. becoming routine, something the cat has never been able to abide by.
seeing too much of felicia is a sure promise of a disappearance on the horizon. stagnancy was a fate worse than death for the luckless prowler. she also took a sick pleasure in being her very own self-fulfilling prophecy. the final nail in the coffin in all her relationships, a morbid satisfaction taken in cutting and running before misfortune could have its way with her heart. perhaps even more perverse was her sick desire to linger even after the fanfare of a grand escape act. he is too sweet about it, he always is. hopeful even when given no reason to by the wily thief he had chosen to throw his lot in with. BAD CHOICE, BUT DID YOU EVER REALLY GIVE HIM ONE? holding a man for ransom wasn't exactly a first date you could escape from. didn't make the shock of her phone ringing any less dire, especially when she saw his name after weeks of attempting to bury it.
❛ i assume that's why you called? ❜ below the city traffic hums, she is leaning precariously against the wrought iron railing. a silent threat to drop at a moment's notice and as always the cat would land on her feet. really it's endearing, that blue-eyed puppy dog look about @lerecueil and while she wasn't much for the canine persuasion she had a pair of working eyes that said otherwise. ❛ heard i was back in town… maybe you should have just let that stay a rumor. ❜ far easier said than done especially when considering the media circus that was always hot on her tail. there was a reason she hadn't used the front door that went beyond the lack of panache and predictability of it all. her stilettos dangle from one hand while a lit cigarette is poised in the other. precariously blazing in the wind that sliced through the spring-time smog. ❛ this is so fucking cliche to say but i got a lot of baggage, boy scout. i'm not exactly what you would call a wallflower. ❜
WAS EZRA SURPRISED THAT SHE'D ACTUALLY PICKED UP THE PHONE WHEN HE CALLED? it's hard to say, in truth, and he doesn't suppose it even matters. he isn't traditionally the type to leave a lot up to chance, organized and committed to his habits as he is – but he's never projected those tendencies onto the people around him. how could he, having been brought up in his family as he was? along with his father, he represents the self-contained minority in his childhood home, a place full of vocal life and passion that he may not display outwardly often, but does – he thinks – exist beneath the surface, a little flame ever present, like a pilot life on a dormant stove. he could not, after all, be born of his mother of all people and have no spark at all. at least, that's always what he's hoped in his most private low moments.
as he watches her from where he perches on his windowsill, one foot inside and one on the iron of the fire escape, back against the frame, he swears he can feel that little pilot light with an unexpected amount of consciousness. not that he's idealizing. no, he's grown up steeped in too much of the reality of what that looks like – how it looks on his brother's face after so many have done it to him. she makes him curious, about how many parts she plays, about which one she's playing right now. he wouldn't flatter himself to assume she'd drop her guard in front of him and it would be an insult to them both to expect it. despite the strange nature of their meeting, they barely know each other. even so, for as caught as he can sometimes become when faced with interpreting others, he knows a deflection when he hears one.
" never was a boy scout, actually. surprised? " his mouth twitches as he lifts his own cigarette to his lips to take a drag, knowing perfectly well that she hadn't meant it literally. all evidence to the contrary, he can joke just fine, when the situation calls for it – in his quiet way, anyway. his eyes haven't left her, but his stare isn't unnerving more than something soft, inquisitive.
finally, he's worked through the surprise that she's turned up in the first place, but his swift mind moves quickly to decoding at least some of what's going on. his first thought is that she might be letting him down gently – but then, she doesn't seem the type to spare the time of day to show up just to take it easy on him. and despite what some might think, he doesn't need it, either. there's a moment in which every other possibility splits apart in his mind like a reproducing cell that he silences with another drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the railing as he swings both legs over to the fire escape and rises. her silhouette against the backdrop of the city stuns, he certainly can't deny – but the practicalities of it nip at the back of his thoughts. she must be cold. and the metal can't be comfortable on her feet.
" all right, " he answers simply as he reaches to remove the stilettos from her hands, a brow arching as he looks down at her from his now taller vantage point, " although I think the kidnapping kinda precluded the wallflower idea. " turning his back to the rail, he mirrors her – albeit less precariously – by leaning the small of his back against the iron beside her, her shoes now dangling from his fingers on his opposite side. still, he isn't sure whether to be surprised by the reception – although dancing around the issue certainly isn't a shock. but whether or not she believes him, whether or not she decides never to see him again, he's content to savor what lasts. " I'm grown, you know. and not as delicate as you think. " his free hand comes to rest between her shoulder blades, applying a gentle pressure toward the window. " but if you insist on telling me all about what a bad idea you are, at least tell me inside where it's warm, huh? "
high inspo muse starter call !! i'm feeling a little like my brain is in a rut – which has nothing to do with my current memes / threads at all but rather my state of mind – so I'm going to try some ( in theory ) briefer starters for characters i'm feeling particularly high muse for. all of my characters, whether specifically listed or not, have a number of different verses, so instead of making y'all pick specific verses, i'll list general genres instead and use a narrower au ( eg. sci-fi becomes mass effect or star wars, fantasy becomes dnd/bg3 or gv, etc. ) based on your preference of genre and what i think will work best. multis, please specify which characters of yours you'd like to use, if possible. please comment character(s) you want + appropriate emoji for genre/setting as listed below!
SIMEON + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi, ☠️ for apocalyptic
FREYA + 🐉 for fantasy/canon, 🪐 for sci-fi, 🎧 for modern
JULES + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
RAMON + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
COLETTE + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
PASCAL + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
high inspo muse starter call !! i'm feeling a little like my brain is in a rut – which has nothing to do with my current memes / threads at all but rather my state of mind – so I'm going to try some ( in theory ) briefer starters for characters i'm feeling particularly high muse for. all of my characters, whether specifically listed or not, have a number of different verses, so instead of making y'all pick specific verses, i'll list general genres instead and use a narrower au ( eg. sci-fi becomes mass effect or star wars, fantasy becomes dnd/bg3 or gv, etc. ) based on your preference of genre and what i think will work best. multis, please specify which characters of yours you'd like to use, if possible. please comment character(s) you want + appropriate emoji for genre/setting as listed below!
SIMEON + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi, ☠️ for apocalyptic
FREYA + 🐉 for fantasy/canon, 🪐 for sci-fi, 🎧 for modern
JULES + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
RAMON + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
COLETTE + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
PASCAL + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
high inspo muse starter call !! i'm feeling a little like my brain is in a rut – which has nothing to do with my current memes / threads at all but rather my state of mind – so I'm going to try some ( in theory ) briefer starters for characters i'm feeling particularly high muse for. all of my characters, whether specifically listed or not, have a number of different verses, so instead of making y'all pick specific verses, i'll list general genres instead and use a narrower au ( eg. sci-fi becomes mass effect or star wars, fantasy becomes dnd/bg3 or gv, etc. ) based on your preference of genre and what i think will work best. multis, please specify which characters of yours you'd like to use, if possible. please comment character(s) you want + appropriate emoji for genre/setting as listed below!
SIMEON + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi, ☠️ for apocalyptic
FREYA + 🐉 for fantasy/canon, 🪐 for sci-fi, 🎧 for modern
JULES + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
RAMON + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
COLETTE + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
PASCAL + 🎧 for modern/canon, 🐉 for fantasy, 🪐 for sci-fi
