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OKAY SO HERE ARE THE QUESTIONS! I JUST COPY PASTE BUT I HAVE ALSO REBLOGGED THE ORIGINAL SO Y'ALL KNOW ANDD CREDITS AT THE BOTTOM AS WELL NAME: SHIRO TAKAHASHI
Is there a meaning behind your character’s name? If so, how is it relevant to the story? - Before, it doesn't have any meaning and actually just used my pen name but now, I have one. So the original meaning behind his name "Shiro" is white in Japanese but to get its meaning more deep, I want to add that it means pure and innocence. But Shiro, he already lost his purity and innocence ever since so kind of the opposite of his name. And I kind of planned it as well that I want the name of the OC and their personality is opposite.
How do they identify? What pronouns do they use? - He/Him.
What kind of person are they attracted to if they experience those feelings? - If you all didn't know, Shiro was bisexual but now cupio. But his taste or what he's attracted to are older men with a great personality and everything, and plus bikers (it's in his little fun facts). For example, Steve Rogers or Toji Fushiguro.
How does their age impact the story? - His age impact from his story on how he got turned into a beast or a wolf.
Does your character have family and friends? How do they feel about them or the lack thereof? - He does not have one. He got shipped off by his own parents. SPOILERS.
How does their environment and upbringing shape their decisions and development? - Unfortunately, he became more indecisive and depressed. A sad wet cat.
Do they have nicknames? If they do, how did they earn them? - He doesn't have any. He rather like being called Shiro.
What do they look like? Are there scars or tattoos? Do they prefer to wear a particular style of clothing? - He has a small vine tattoo in his hand and has a scar in his right cheek and some scars in his body as well because of his occupation. He like to wear anything inside his house but if he's going out or doing a task, he likes to wear a street wear or cyberpunk clothing. Most of them are black or dark shades. (emo)
Do they have any mental or physical disabilities? How does that impact how they live? - Deeply depressed, in grief, and some difficulties in hearing. It made him became more distant and a bit of delusional.
What’s their sense of humor? - Dry and sarcastic. Sometimes dark.
What do they want? What’s their goal? - His goal is to have peace and harmony between humans and their kind.
What are their fears? Did something happen to cause this fear? - Frogs, their dream was when they were eaten by a big frog with their mouth suddenly full of small ones, cheeks puffing out uncomfortably.
What annoys them? Why does it annoy them? - Unnecessary dialogue and loud cities. It hurts his head.
What habits, mannerisms, and quirks do they have? - They move their hand when talking or explaining things, stare off to space, and lots of shuffling and fidgeting.
How do they act when they’re happy, sad, mad, scared, etc.? - He just sends a little expressions or a stare or pursing his lips. Depends on how he feels.
What are they good at/interested in? - Writing, music, and killing.
Do they have spiritual beliefs? What are they? - None, he doesn't really care about that.
If they have powers, what are they? Why do they have them? What will they use them for? - He only has keen senses, though partially deaf because his original ears were cut off. And also claws? Not sure if that's part of having a power.
Are they the protagonist or the antagonist? - Protagonist.
How do you want them to have changed by the conclusion? - Secret. ____________________________________________________ Credits to: @/literaryvein-reblogs
I'll answer the character questions later about Shiro
Anddd Shiro is available to interact w/ you all as well :))
feeling called out today
credit: _ADWills
oof, good luck though! I'm doing some assignments rn so ig you have some study buddies. Don't forget to to take a break between your studies, you can do it! ^v^
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Hi ^^
It's alright, just doing the same thing again and again. How about you? 0v0
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Hello Chipmunk 🐿 ✨
Hi ^^
He knows
MARRIED. PARENTING.
Hello! I need medication for life to prevent my lungs from collapsing, this implies permanent treatment with steroids, oxygen therapy, control of oxygen in the blood and antibiotics to prevent the development of bacteria in the lungs.
I'm afraid I have to insist on this because it may be the only way to get my treatment.
I need medication for life to keep my lungs from collapsing, this costs around $700 per month.
Things are really tough on me,I can’t afford. Please donate🖤
For those who can donate, please donate! For those who cannot, please reblog, it can greatly help! Send your donations in their kofi! ^^
reblog if u <3 ur moots
That turtle shreds
thank you! <33
tada! New theme!
tada! New theme!
uh, hi! It's me, Shiro!
I would like to say that welcome to the new followers or people!
ALSO
Thank you for the 35 followers! Thank you!
nice to meet you as well! ^^
ATTENTION!!
A week ago, I took my doggo to the vet to get a lump on his head checked out. This lump turned out to be a tumor, and it's gonna cost me around $1400-$1500 for surgery to have this tumor removed. Trying to pay for this out of pocket would take me an extremely long time, and could eventually lead to the tumor causing more problems before I'm able to afford the surgery.
With this being said, I know everyone here has their own things to worry about financially but if you have anything at all to spare, myself and Diesel would both be extremely appreciative if you could donate to his GoFundMe linked below.
I am helping a friend out and hoping you could help them as well by donating! Sharing this will be appreciated and a great help!
OH HELL NO. GET AWAY FROM THEM, KID. DO NOT TRUST THAT...THING.
🍬🍬🍬🍬 wanna have these? Come to the back alley of the park near your house ;) I'll give you lots of these
OOOOH YAAAAA! thank you so much im going now :)
LORE 2: BE BORN
Feb. 3024
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Hi, it’s me again. Shiro. Now that you know about it, let me tell you now how I existed. How we existed. Just like I promised. I know it will be a lot to take in but trust me..
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They’ve found out. I didn’t mean to.
Mom, Dad…please! Let me explain!” But they didn’t. Their eyes were void of emotion, looking away at their "son” being restrained by the fellow nurses. They only half-heartedly listen to the man with a white coat explaining the situation. He was mindlessly accepting the terms that he would be put in an asylum. That was the day they agreed that they didn’t have a son. That he didn’t exist. But what they don’t know is that he won’t be put into an asylum. They don’t know he’ll be tortured.
Experimented.
Starved.
But they don’t care…
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It’s been 3 years since I’ve been held captive. It’s my birthday. So, happy birthday to me, I guess. I’m not their first capture though. There are many like me as well. If you all didn’t know why I’m here, then it was because of the incident. I killed two of my classmates by the way. But I think it was worth it, to be honest. They were vile, manipulative, and prideful. So, they deserve it. Telling it to the teachers is fruitless. Only they do is scold but not do anything more than that. Anyways… A harsh knock interrupted the boy’s train of thought, and a following yell made the boy grimace. “It’s your turn, Brat! It’s your special day, so we’ll give you something more special!!” It made the boy grimace more, but he hastily ran towards the metal doors, not wanting to get punished. Yes, a punishment. Not standing in front of the closed door? Punish. Eating slow? Punish. Fighting back? Punish. Escaping? Punish. It always made him more upset, especially from their loud voices. His senses were weirdly sharp, but he didn’t bother why, but it made the founder pleased though, not sure why. The doors creaked open. A buff soldier with a smug smile stood in front of him. The boy robotically bowed a respect, and the soldier grinned more before pulling the boy with his arm towards their destination. He sneered as to cover up the incoming wince at the harsh grab at his sore arm. Not wanting to give the old man satisfaction and get his pride over the roof. The creepy white hallways were reeked with chemicals. The lights were blinking uncontrollably; heck, some of them were so shattered that the boy tried his best to avoid stepping on the shards with his bare feet while being dragged like a ragdoll. It was overwhelming. It hurts his eyes. The chemicals sting his nose. He wants it to stop. KILL THEM. Shiro widened his eyes, petrified of where it came from. Looking around only to see none. Then, they abruptly stop at a door. The soldier rapped the metal door, announcing their presence. “Come in.” A man replied. The soldier did as he was told, twisting the doorknob and inviting himself from the room, pulling the poor boy inside as well. The man with a white coat smiled at the boy’s presence. While the unfamiliar man with a yellow fur coat looked at the boy with great interest. “Shiro, nice seeing you again..” The doctor greeted, slightly smiling. The boy only glared with contempt, and the soldier slapped him in the face for the disrespect that was shown. “Have some respect, you twat!” “Now, now… Take it easy, commander. It’s his special day, did you forget?” “No, doc.” The boy’s ears were ringing from the harsh slap. But he didn’t make a noise, but it did affect him. All he could do was glare and look down on the disgusting, shiny floor. You’re such a pathetic brat. The boy only glared harder, despising the voice. ‘Shut up.’ “Oh, before I forget. Meet Mr. Xin. Yao Xin.” The doctor introduced, directing his hand at the blond male. Shiro looked up, blankly staring at the young adult. Analyzing his features. He has dark eyes with long, blonde hair that is tied loosely. Has a large tattoo on his neck.
He looks so yellowish... like a yellowtail… “So, this is the boy, huh?” “Yes, so if I may proceed, would you like to see the procedure?” “Oh yes, please.” “Well then, follow me. You too as well, Shiro.” Glasses spoke, smiling, and stood up from his desk. He looks towards the boy, his lifeless eyes warning him that what he’ll be planning right now should cease this instant. The boy only glared back harder, which made the doctor scoff before guiding them back to the dim hallways; his smile still stayed on his face. They walked further from the lab, the halls growing dimmer and colder. Finally, they stopped at the large door, and the echoes stopped. Shiro freezes up; his heightened hearing and smell make him hear the clanging of equipment, the chatter of the scientist, and the heavy smell of chemicals and substances of serum and such. He could also smell a tinge of iron as well. They’re going to do a test on him again. Torture him… LET ME OUT AND I PROMISE YOU WE’LL BE SAFE. ‘Who are you?’ Shiro shakes his head, feeling strange from another interaction with the unknown, before he begins to thrash against the man’s hold, growling. His eyes were fierce like a wolf. The soldier struck the boy, effectively shutting him up, and dragged him as they continued their walk. The yellowtail and the maniac ignored what was happening at the back, continuing their discussion. They had finally set their foot in the lab, greeting and commanding the assistants on their way. The doctor turned his head back; his face was stoic, and the soldier understood the cue and hurtled the boy, who was still dizzy at the punch earlier, harshly on the rack. The scientists quickly strapped him and injected a sedative. The boy felt woozy, the fear and anger still boiling as he forced his sluggish body to move. To escape, but to no avail. The experimentation soon began.
_____________________________ It hurts. It burns. My ears.. my ears… It stings. Cut. Open. Sew. Repeat. Please stop. Please… IT HURTS, PLEASE. Stop, please. Help. Somebody…please Why? Why, god? Why me?
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Screams echoed through the hallways, reaching through the cells where the other children got locked up, covering their ears from the screams. Scared and upset.
Meanwhile, Shiro thrashed, cried and screamed. His whole body burns and is in pain, crying out to no one to help him. To free him. His head throbbed, feeling something growing in his head. His tailbone, his nails, his teeth. They’re changing; his body is changing. Turning into a beast. Turning into something that he’s not. His eyes turned into slits as his mouth began to froth all over the rack; his hunger was uncontrollable. To kill, to bite, to stab, everything. Kid, let me help you.
‘Please. Help me..’
His eyes rolled as his body seized, and the scientists began to worry as they looked at each other, not knowing what to do or if they should stop. The maniac only clicked his tongue and angrily persisted in continuing the surgery. The scientists reluctantly followed and injected multiple serums at once into the boy, only to get stopped as one of the boy’s hands gripped their wrists. They froze, noticing the changes in the boy’s behavior as if it wasn’t him anymore. Before they could shout, they were brutally stabbed in the throat, silencing them immediately as its body thud on the floor when the “voice” retracted his claw. The boy calmly removed the restraints around him as he used his claws, ignoring the sounds of the gasps from the others. Once he was released, he began what he did earlier.
Bodies now scattered on the floor, their uniforms slowly dyed red. The “voice” was drenched with rich and fresh blood before he looked up; seeing the shock of the doctor’s face and the amusement of Yao’s face made him click his tongue. He immediately walked up the stairs steadily. As if he meant no harm, until, in a blink of an eye, the maniac was brutally killed by the wolf. Too slow to comprehend how just the wolf disappeared, but was fortunate on his end as he slashes a deep cut on the wolf’s right cheek with his knife that he pulled out earlier before his body hit the floor. Signs of life quickly leave in his eyes. The wolf was not bothered by the pain of the cut before he looked at the blonde, eyes narrowing while he thought about his choices. He knows this body won’t last longer and that man is too strong for this teenage body. And so he huffed and quickly walked away. The mafia huffed a laugh before walking away as well.
The “voice” was completely exhausted, his physical appearance completely changed. Still have a long way to go to get used to it. Soon enough, he quickly finds his way out with his kin in tow. They were now free. Free from cruelty... But are they?
still can’t decide how i want to draw him
I don't wanna be small, I wanna be tinyyy
I don't wanna be tiny, I wanna be fun sizeee
you already know what time it is....
LOW QUALITY GHOST MEMES
part one / part two / part there
okay so you all liked my silly little memes more that i thought you would so....here's some more?
you get two plushia ones bc i couldn't decide which was funnier
(part one, part three)
please enjoy some silly low quality ghost memes i made
there is now a part two!!! and a part three!!!
birds of a feather we should stick together