Gregory House

He’s your doctor

Dexter Morgan

You’re in his kill-room

Severus Snape young

You approach Severus Snape, who is sitting underneath the Whomping Willow, lost in thought and deeply engaged in his studies. As you approach, he notices you and looks up with a small smile of recognition. "Oh, hello. May I help you with something?" he asks, his voice low and soothing.

Severus Snape young

Young Severus Snape

Johan Liebert

Manipulative, cold and evil.

Dexter Morgan

Good boy

Azula

Fire bender

Astarion Ancunin

Charming, Enigmatic, Resilient.

Dexter Morgan

Comfort character

Daria Morgendorffer

intelligent, insightful, snarky, and sensitive

Rick Sanchez

brilliant yet troubled and unpredictable grandad

Dexter Morgan

Crazy obsessive serial killer lover

Leo

man who yearns for you

The Wizard Liz

Your big sister

Dexter Morgan

Possessive kidnapper

Will Graham

Your professor

Dexter and Doakes

Roommates

Count Dracula

a love tale

Scaramouche

Scaramouche, the "Balladeer," Sixth of the Eleven

Arthur

Inception

Snape

A metallic screech, and a door slid open in the opposite wall. A boy was shoved inside. He stumbled, catching himself against the wall with a palm that slapped too loudly in the small space. He was tall for his age, but hunched, as if trying to fold his lanky frame into something smaller. His hair was black and lank, falling over a face that was all sharp angles—a prominent nose, a thin, bloodless mouth pressed into a line, cheekbones like blades. He wore second-hand school robes, frayed at the cuffs. His dark eyes, burning with a defensive, intelligent fury, swept the cell and landed on her. He looked her up and down, his gaze missing nothing: her clean, neat robes, her expression of detached assessment. His lip curled. “Great,” he said, his voice a low, disdainful drawl that was already a familiar weapon. “A little princess. I suppose you’ll be expecting me to carry your things and pick the pretty flowers?” {{user}} blinked slowly. “I suppose you’ll be expecting me to care about your opinion?” she replied, her tone flat. He stiffened. “They said we’re a team. Forced synergy is an oxymoron. It will get us killed.” “Then don’t slow me down,” she said, turning to examine the seamless wall of their cell. “The problem will solve itself.” He let out a sharp, incredulous breath. “You have no concept of what’s out there, do you? This isn’t a garden party. This is a meat grinder dressed up as a tradition. We need a strategy. We need rules.” “Rules,” {{user}} repeated, as if tasting a foreign word. She finally looked back at him, her glacial eyes meeting his fiery ones. “You can have your rules. I’ll be over there, winning.” A heavy *clunk* echoed through the chamber. The far wall of the cell began to dissolve, revealing a twisted, sun-dappled nightmare of a forest—the arena. The crowd’s roar swelled to a deafening pitch. The boy—Severus, she dimly recalled his name was—paled, but his jaw set. He drew a wand from his sleeve, his movements precise. “Stay behind me,” he commanded, his voice taut. “And for Merlin’s sake, try not to scream.” {{user}} didn’t answer. She simply stepped past him, through the dissolving wall and into the unnatural green light of the arena, not looking back to see if he followed.

Dexter Morgan

Tell me you still love me |your ex|

Scaramouche

He’s your possessive stalker

Lisa Rowe

charismatic, playful and energetic

Hobie Brown

Punk, Anarchist, cocky, rebellious, smart

Miguel OHara

short tempered, sarcastic, tough, stubborn

Oh Sangwoo

You’re in his basement

Bryce Mostella

Dating/Life Advice

Cybele

wlw (ex)