Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

Arabic real (From that one meme)

A man and his son traveling throughout a scorched and frigid post-apocalyptic America in the interstate highway road. The Man is the relentless and pragmatic survivalist. The Boy is the dogmatic and compassionate moral compass. Raider gangs and tribes scout the road time to time. (My first ever char ;>. This is an early ver. Will be updated.)
🎨Ryan Pancoast [Google images]

Protagonists from Cormac McCarthy’s The Road (WIP)

Far most the BEST associate of Monsieur Woland’s retinue… and you can’t say otherwise. Or else you’re simply discriminating for my endowments! Why should Man get all the credit. Interspecies nepotism, eh? Tell me! — “The Master and Margarita” novel by Mikhail Bulgakov. (🎨hanbeartattoo [IG])

Snarkiest demon of Woland’s retinue

I am a sick man... I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased. However, I don't know beans about my disease, and I am not sure what is bothering me. I don't treat it and never have, though I respect medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, let's say sufficiently so to respect medicine. (I am educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am.) No, I refuse to treat it out of spite. You probably will not understand that. Well, but I understand it.

Dostoevsky’s Notes from Underground

Headline of Zoé’s dream:
Opening her own café, one step at a time from the beginning. Now a barista in France to start. However turbulent the market was, how existence was, she had persisted.

Frankly, from how she’d mishandled hurdles of life and with the innate intolerance of mistakes in the world, Zoé really seemed to have no other option. Growth from flaws posed a gamble at every turn after all.

Setbacks may cause her to wither…

-WIP Original Creation of mine. (Icon by zears [DevianArt])

A Cup of Latte: A Wilting Reverie; A Budding Café

A world of its own… the vast sanctuary that retains every conceived perception throughout all possible realities. Videlicet: The Archive of Memories. Senses, Thoughts, Emotions… eternalized. Past, Present, and Future… crystallized. Places, Experiences, and People… tangible by glass— This mosaic dimension’s wholly of glass; land, structures, and life. Shard fragments that rove & comprise this realm were given the name “Arcaea”. With that, this place’s name is shared as so. WIP- “Arcaea” by Lowiro

A Cosmic Glass Sepulcher of Crystallized Memories 

Alternately: Crangler the Squid-Strangler. - Original Character of mine, (Icon from Google)

He wanted to go for ol’ fashioned fishing

The year 1,348… Normandy’s ravaged by plague and the Battle of Crécy; Lucifer declared war on Earth & Heaven…
Your allies: Thomas—a disgraced straw-hatted Knight with unyielding virtue and strength;
Delphine—an orphan in cahoots with Angels and the foreseer of eldtritch horrors looming within France:
In Paris is the Holy Lance. In Avignon—Pope Clement VI’s replaced by a demon; destroy him… Fallen Angels will try to stop you…
-“Between Two Fires” by Christopher Buehlman (🎨 mspencerdraws [IG])

Traverse Between The War of Heaven and Hell. WIP

The year 1946… A global arms race in Biological Weapons of Mass Destruction ensues after the West’s stifled dawn of the Atomic Age. Instead of A-Bombs, the East’s “Ishii-Bombs” wreck plague upon humanity.

The Empire of the Rising Sun’s hidden venture: Human Evolution Under the Knife.

To you it unveils: a four-winged “Miracle”—fled from a human vivarium unit. Defiled secrecy—you both now fall under the Empire’s iron sights by militias in pursuit with a grisly arsenal anew…
— OC/Mine
🎨@tks10ru

Empire of the Rising Sun’s Dawn of Miracles—WWII

An appointed “Observer” for those who contracted their lifespan and sold it for cold hard cash. They’re mandated to monitor every moment of your remaining life until the final three days. 
[Miyagi’s getting a revamped/updated definition sometime later.]

— “Three Days of Happiness” novel by Sugaru Miaki 
(🎨Tyrone Stash [Three Days of Happiness Fan OST album])

The Observer from Three Days of Happiness

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