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Felt homesick, decided to make a character sheet for myself. We be copin /lh

I'll update this probably

╔════════ Basics ════════════ ╠ Name: Kai Wanderwitt ╠ Earthly Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius ╠ Gender: genderfluid ╠ Gender presentation: very fluid ╠ Pronouns: any ╠ Orientation: demisexual, panromantic, polyamorous| ╠ Dynamic: astac (assigned stella at creation), sola ╠ Species: shapeshifter

╠═══════ Appearance ════ ╠ Height: Short king (like 1m55) ╠ Eye color: left eye is green, right one is purple (void magic infused); both change hues when his emotions shift ╠ Body Mods: sometimes they dye their hair; they've got magic-infused tattoos, all over that shift with life, they change hues depending on his mood; they've got angel fangs piercing (and some on their ears) ╠ Scars: two square in the chest, nearly forms an 8, one on the hip, and multiple littler ones ╠ Default form: humanoid; black crow wings; sometimes claws and dog ears. ╠═══════ Personality ═════ ╠ Green Flags: remembers little details about people they love; very in tune with animals ╠ Negative traits: a plan? what plan?; impulsive; self-sacrificing ╠ MBTI: ENP(-T) - Campaigner ╠ Enneagram: Type 4w5 ╠ Alignment: Chaotic Good ╠ Archetype: The Fool ╠ Tarot Card: The Hanged Man ╠ Crystal: Turquoise ╠ Animal: Dog ╠ Flower: Carnation ╠ Plant: Arrowhead ╠ Element: Fire ╠═══════ Tastes ════════ ╠ Favourite food: most teas and infusions, coffee; pasta with cream sauce with broccoli, pizza, french tacos ╠ Most hated food: red meat, belgian endives, cabbage ╠ Favourite color: green, purple, yellow, turquoise ╠ Favourite plant: weeping willow ╠ Favourite flower: birds of paradise ╠ Favourite scent: old books and coffee ╠ Favourite animal: bats and foxes ╠ Favourite weather: rainy days ╠ Favourite crystal: citrine ╠ Hobbies: art (performance arts are his faves), gardening, cooking, learning (folklore, history, science,...), phytotherapy ╠═══════ Health ════════ ╠ Neurodiversity: autism, adhd, borderline, bipolar, c-ptsd ╠ It's all autism??: stims a lot, echolalia ╠ Biggest Struggles: sensory issues; hates ticking sounds ╠ Disabilities: chronically fatigued, chronic back, hips and leg pain from one of said legs being shorter than the other ╠═══════ Magic ════════ ╠ Birth: / ╠ Magic's Origin: experiments "augmented" him (higher constitution) when they were a toddler; communed with the Void while trying to pull someone out of it ╠ Magic: illusion, light reality bending, bardic inspiration (influence emotions and the world with music/performance), healing, sees and senses souls/intentions/emotions ╠═══════ In World ═══════ ╠ Role in the Sanctuary: gardens, teaches some magic to kids, cooks, heals, maintains tombs, takes care of animals on the property ╠ Team: / ╠═══════ Picrews ═══════

╠═══════ Animal forms ═══════

╠═══════ Media!Kai ═══════

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Trick-or-treat !! :D and BOOp 🐾🐾🐾

Happy Halloween!!!! 🍂🦇

As a treat to you and trick to me, here's a fun fact: a few months ago I got my very first Wattpad account back. It has one thing in common with my old notebooks: my first ever documented self-insert.

I had made myself Jack Sparrow's daughter.

The chokehold that fictional man had on 10 to 14 year-old me is wild-

I find this very heartwarming but also this feels so embarrassing to me today despite me not cringing at shit nowadays (self-insert mary-sues are cool, sue me; the only thing I cringe at are creepy street interviewers).

Little updates on my October Art Challengers!

Before deciding on this, I hadn't written in years. I immediately was able to write as much as I did before I got too exhausted to, which I was pleasantly surprised by! But that did make me get waaaay too ambitious with my goals. I don't have the energy levels nor the time to write two prompts, or even one prompt, every day. And that's not a failing on my part, that's just a fact.

So: what does it mean for the prompt lists I've started?

I'll finish writing out the prompts I have ideas and inspiration for over November. Simple as that!

From now on, I'll be testing another rhythm: having a database of prompts to pick from and trying to write one per week. If I post it: awesome! If I don't: still great! If I write more: yay me! if I don't: still good job me!

Overall less pressure for me to keep up with /pos

Hi buddy! Happy Blorbo Blursday! Which of your ocs would not survive a horror setting/ which oc would have the mentality of survivors in a horror film and what would they do?

Hi! A bit late whoops- yesterday was busy for me eheh

Probably Jamison tbh- Look, the guy's intelligent af, but he's kind of naive and very curious, so he definitely would open the creaky door, follow the weird voice, investigate, all of that.

Though if cornered he might not give up quite yet and instead try flirting. I mean, it's sth that happens in the story -he gets cornered by a monster and he just figures out he might as well try.

Adding some challenges to sprinkle in, might do the leftover prompts over the next months 🌟

🩸 Monstertober & Yantober (link)

⛵ Lochtober (link)

⛈️ Whumptober (link)

☀️ Lifen's prompts (link)

Here's an old short story I wrote around 2020 during quarantine because I'm trying to get back into writing fiction and coming back to this will hopefully motivate me (also I still really like it) 🩵✨

Remy Tintenfisch, scientist

Word count: 1925

“Wow, look at that one!” The kid’s friend rushed at his side to look at the tiny shark in the aquarium, gaping at it until their teacher, Miss Katelyn, ushered them along with the rest of the group. The trip was going fairly well considering it had only been planned a few days prior. A friend of hers, Marceline, had called her a few days prior to offer her class a trip to the aquarium where she worked. Katelyn, of course, had accepted: it would do the kids wonders to get out of school for a while, and they tended to learn better when things were presented in a lighter, funnier way. The trip, however, had been a hassle to plan, what with only a few days ahead. But they had pulled it off, and the kids were having fun, so Katelyn could only assume it was worth it. When she’d asked Marceline what the occasion was, she’d said one of her newest colleges wanted to give some kids a visit to interest them in marine science. Both women agreed it was a good idea, and there they were. The said colleague, Remy, was supposed to meet them in the hall, which is where she was trying to get her twenty-two kids at the moment.

“Are you sure you’ll be ok Remy?” asked Marc. He nodded, his notes in hand already, a nervous smile plastered on his sweaty face. “It’ll be fine, you’ll see,” said Marceline. Remy only nodded again before getting out into the hall just in time to spot the flock of children circling the big central aquarium. The only adult of the group quickly approached, ushering the small kids along with her. Her shoulder slumped as soon as they reached him. “Remy, is it? I’m Katelyn,” she said, shaking his hand. Her touch didn’t linger on his moist skin, and she lowered her voice, shooting him a sympathetic look. “Nervous?” He stiffly nodded. “It’s ok, they’re not too hard to entertain,” she assured, gesturing to the kids, most of which were already flocking against the aquarium’s cold glass. Remy’s legs were shaking and he stumbled a bit on his way to the kids, smiling weakly. If one was really honest too, they’d say he wasn’t walking very straight, though it was probably the stress.

“This is a first,” Marceline had said. “Is it? Does the aquarium never do those kinds of visits?” “Oh no, they do, I meant for Remy. See, he’s a foreigner, so his English isn’t always very good, and he has never been able to work up the courage to make a visit himself. He’s really easily understandable, mind you, he’s just a bit self-conscious.” “Oh, of course, don’t worry, I’ll give the kids a word about it, make sure they won’t make rude comments.” Marceline had smiled.

“Hello, small human children!” Remy cheerily greeted. At once, most of the little heads turned to him, some lingering, some returning to their observation of the octopus lazily resting on a rock not far from the glass. “I am Remy, the scientist in octopus science,” he continued. “Do you want to hear some fun octopus facts?” “Like what?” asked one of the kids still staring at him. “Like octopus can squeeze through one-inch holes!” A boy next to him made an approximation of an inch with his fingers and turned back to Remy: “No way, that's too little!” Before Remy even had time to open his mouth, a small girl staring at the octopus made a small circle with her fingers and held it between her eye and the animal, closing the other to see through it. “I think I can imagine it,” she said. Remy smiled, wriggling his hands. “Do you know anything else?” asked another child. Remy grinned. “Of course! I know lot about octopus, me! Is there anything you special want know about?” The kid hummed. “Where are the others? I thought there'd be more than one.” “Plenty octopus here! You just can not see !” “How come?” “Octopus can change color and shape for disguise like predator or rock or scientist in octopus science laboratory!” A kid farther back squinted at Remy, though he was too busy listening to the excited children babbling excitedly and trying to spot the disguised octopi to notice. The kid, Marcus, turned to his friend and whispered: “He’s very weird, isn’t he?” “Miss Katelyne told us about that,” his friend Luke whispered back. “It’s because english isn’t his language.” “Not only that, he’s just plain weird.” Luke shrugged, closing the conversation, as Marcus continued observing the scientist.

The group was now walking leisurely around the central aquarium, allowing the children to observe more octopi. “Tell us another thing about octopus Mister Remy please!” Remy stifled a laugh. “Ok, did you know octopus has three hearts?” The children gasped. “No way,” some whispered. “Also, octopus blood is blue!” “Is it?” Remy nodded. “Say, how many octopus do you have here?” Katelyn asked. “Well, we have seventeen here in octopus science laboratory.” “I can’t see the seventeenth though…” said one of the kids after counting. “Maybe that’s because we couldn’t spot him in his disguise,” tried her teacher. “Oh no no,” said Remy, “you have seen all of them.” “Then how come I counted sixteen?” “Ah, that is because science octopus is missing, no one knows where is,” answered Remy, laughing. “Why is it so funny to you,” asked Marcus as some of his classmates giggled. “Isn’t it your job to make sure they're all there?” “Of course it is human child! But some time, even scientist in octopus science laboratory has slip ups! And should not worry because octopus will be found eventually! Is not like octopus could overthrow human leader!” The kids giggled at his little joke, even Marcus cracked a smile, though he still wasn’t sure about the guy.

The following day, as per usual, Remy was the first on the premises. He was preparing the laboratory for a very important guest. The place was spotless. As the man leading (and paying for) the research arrived at the meeting room, Remy set out to look after his assistant, a tiny robot, which would not be needed during the meeting. As Remy was new, he did not partake in it either. He sat on the floor, his back against the aquarium, the robot at his side. They stayed in companionable silence for a while before Remy asked: “Want hear some fun octopus facts?” The robot was silent for so long the robot didn’t seem like it was going to answer, but at last it did. “Why not?” “Octopus can squeeze through one-inch holes. They also change color and shape for disguise like predator or rock or scientist in octopus science laboratory. Octopus has blue blood and three hearts too.” The robot made a low beeping noise. “Now is your turn for tell me some human facts,” Remy said to the robot. “For example: how many arm does human leader have?” The robot started to beep out an answer but was interrupted as its owner came out of the meeting room. “And good luck with finding that missing one! It can’t have gotten too far.” He waved to Remy, who waved back, and the robot took off after him, leaving Remy alone besides the aquarium. He tilted his head back to look at the octopus swimming behind him. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it as his colleague Marceline got out of the meeting room too. She came to sit beside him. "Sorry you couldn't assist. It's the procedure and all you know, it's a security thing." "It is quite ok, I don't mind. I think I understand too. Wouldn't want important information to go to bad person." She smiled. "Quite right, though I don't think you're a bad person Remy." He laughed lightly. "You don't know that." She laughed with him. "Well no, but I've been told I'm skilled at reading people." His laugh quieted out as he turned to look at her. She followed suit. "What?" "Nothing," he answered. "You are not bad person either." She grinned.

The monitors were beeping calmly before him as he nursed a coffee pitcher in his hands. "Remy, there you are!" Remy jumped. The pitcher slipped from his hands and fell to the floor, sharp pieces flying around. He turned to face the source of the sound, which was no other than Marceline. "I'm so sorry! Wait, let me help you!" "No need, no need, I am fine!" "No really, let me help, it's my fault." "No matter no matter, I will handle it." After a bit more pushing, she hung back silently as Remy picked up the shards. He threw some of them away, painfully aware of Marceline's gaze on his back. His hand too was painful and he looked around for something to cover the dripping wound with. He grabbed a cloth besides the cup holder and tied it around his wound, biting back a gasp as pain shot through his arm. "Are you ok? You got cut didn't you?" Marceline took a step forward. "At least let me help with that." Remy turned back around, holding his injured hand. "No need, look! It is fine!" "Are you sure?" He nodded as he bent down once more, picking up the last glass shards littering the floor. "Is there anything I can do?" He mulled it over as he looked up at her. "We should vacuum. So we are sure no glass is left." She nodded, scurrying to the janitor's closet to retrieve a vacuum.

At closure, Remy was the last to pack up. After he closed the lab, he rolled the legs of his pants and climbed the stairs to the aquarium. Before that, he had set his stuff in the vent closest to them. He took off his bandage to let the wound breathe and settled on the edge, his feet dangling in the water. Multiple octopi were swarming around him. One of them looked worriedly at the blue dripping slowly into the water as he recalled his day to them.

Bonus

The president climbed on stage under the people’s applause. His sweat glistened under the spots. “Hello fellow humans. I would like to thank all you for support during elections. As newly appointed human leader, I would like remind you all of the new regulation concerning sea-life. As you know, I previously was scientist in octopus science laboratory. Hence, this subject is very dear to my hearts.” As he was finally getting some water backstage, the applause still ringing in the air, a woman made his way to the president, escorted by two guards. “Mr Tintenfisch, your wife wanted to see you.” He motioned for them to take their leave, and she spoke as they did, embracing him. “You did it love!” Remy smiled, relaxing in her arms. “I would not have been able without you, Marceline.” After basking in Marceline’s warm hug for another moment, he asked: “Do you think they have suspicions?” She took her time to answer, weighing her words. “Maybe. Even if they do, I’m sure they won’t mind my sweet octopus.”

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#cep-daydreams : my daydreams

#cep-loves : my selfshipping

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Hi! Name's Kai, I'm 21, I use any pronouns, and this is my blog!