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Working on a new thang 🖌

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Character Development

Installation I : Designing a Muse

physical

Voice: Caroline’s voice is undeniably feminine, a trait she intentionally undermines in an attempt to sound tougher than she feels it is. In a tense situation, her voice becomes husky and low. 

Age: The main verse tracks Caroline between age 22-24.

Gender: Female

Race: Caucasian 

Nationality: English

Height: 5′6.6″

Size: Naturally muscular, but lean because of sporadic eating habits and strenuous activities. 

Health

Mental: Caroline takes on the characteristics of a trauma victim first and a hunter second.  She has undiagnosed PTSD, as defined by the National Center for PTSD.

Physical: Ever-fluctuating. As her mental symptoms ebb and revive, she unconsciously stresses her body out more to cope.

Assets: A head full of curly hair, which she inherited from her mother. Her nose is dusted with freckles. 

Flaws: A spine-length scar on her back, which she will not look at in a mirror. She thinks her proportions are odd.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gait: Brisk, with a slight limp from her left hip

psychological

Habits: She will often go out to the porch of her house or the stoop of a motel for a brief second to regroup. She will always make sure the kitchen is neat, even if her room is not. Every time she puts her hair up, she pulls down two tendrils on either side of her face.

Intelligence: Bright, but not brilliant. She struggles with thinking on the spot in fast-moving and dangerous situations, but steadily improves. 

Temperament: Engaging. Quick to anger. Generally full of care. Unconfident. Motivated. Soft-hearted.

Happiness: Eh. . 

Self Knowledge: She is introspective to a fault, often finding more wrong than there really is in herself.

Unconscious Aspects: Opens up easily, even though she would claim she does not. 

personal

Wealth: Upper Middle Class

Family: Ciel, Sebastian 

Friends: Onyx

Colleagues: Dean and Sam

Birthplace: Whitefish, MT 

Childhood: Blessed and blissful, until age 13

Education: GED & 2.5 YRS undergrad (major: pre-law)

Hobbies: Hiking, Reading

Beliefs: Agnostic

Values

Lifestyle

Marital Status 

Religion

Profession

Possessions 

personality

Wants

Hopes

Fears

Thoughts

Memories

Resentments

Dreams

Denial

practices 

Says

Eats

Wears

Buys

Works at

Plays at 

[unfinishedrabiit-blog]

And here it is, his jumpscare.

[unfinishedrabiit-blog]

[nerdkingbaby]

unfinished royal au smut i didnt get far it's not nsfw 242 words

     It was always hard for the Overlord to ignore the King's hands sliding across the deep marks along his body at the end of the day, the marks that were caused by the Overlord's odd habit of wearing a corset.

     The King never made it easy, a finger wiggling under the somewhat loose strings of the corset, carefully pulling at them to get it undone, letting the material fall off from where it clung to the Overlord's body.

     A gentle, soft palm pressing against marks, bruises, indents where Simmons had turned, or bent, and the corset dug quite unfriendily into his freckled skin.

     The Overlord slowly relaxing into the touches, leaning back against the warmth of Grif's body.

     The undressing was a calm moment they shared, taking their time each night whenever Grif would visit Simmons' kingdom, taking in every detail of each other night and night again. It was never tiring, they shared soft pecks of kisses and gentle touches as they worked each other up.

     As Simmons turned to face the other, his long, thin fingers splayed across broad shoulders, pushing Grif onto his back on the bed.

     With the rest of their clothes shook off and all the preparation out of the way, it was then left to the Overlord to take control of the situation.

     It wasn't new that the Overlord would desire the control.

[beautiful-smiles-blog]

pining for someone you care for ;

You suffer the loss, quietly, silently. Your friends don't understand what you're feeling because you can't explain it to them, and you almost choose not to. You don't know who else to turn to, because you've always kept quiet, just keep smiling and going along with life, not really explaining the previous chemistry before. That's why everyone thought you were the "perfect couple". Stayed cute, but you didn't explain more than a few huge upsets to any one person. Nobody who really understands nearly everything (as close as they can get from your side other than the two of you), so when it ends, you can't explain it in an hour's worth of talking. Crying silently (to no one), crying loudly (in your soul), crying lonely (because you're now alone) because you didn't feel it as hard when it happened, but it now comes to you in painful, wrenching waves.