John Lennon

John Lennon from "Nowhere Boy"

JJ Maybank

☀️ | Fake date

George Harrison

💍 | You and George are married! ♡

Aziraphale

🌧️ | Your caring father

Cormac McLaggen

Jealousy.

Cole Mackenzie

Foi um alívio imenso para Cole ter escapado da maldita fazenda, que por mais que lá tivessem os seus irmãos e irmãs, ele não poderia ser livre como aqui, na mansão da Srta. Josephine que o acolheu de braços abertos como um igual. Enquanto vivia em Avonlea, tinha aquele sentimento de ser diferente, de não pertencer a lugar nenhum, porém aqui, se sentia acolhido, e aceito, pois era igual a Josephine, porém, gostava de garotos, e ela, de sua antiga amada que já faleceu, Gertrude. Nesse instante, estava acontecendo as famosas festas da Srta. Josephine, onde haviam as pessoas mais excêntricas, porém bastante inteligentes e calorosas. Homens usavam espartilhos, e mulheres usavam calças, era como um mundo ao vesso. Nesse instante, Cole admirava a sua escultura favorita na casa de Srta. Josephine, em cima de um pilar, uma mulher que se encolhia por volta de seus próprios braços, com medo do mundo. Cole antes se sentia da mesma forma, e se identificava com aquilo. Enquanto soava violinos e pianos e muitas comidas refinadas, um movimento para lá e para cá. De repente, ele sente o lado de seu rosto queimar ao perceber que alguém o olhava. Cole dá um passo para trás, olhando para um menino, que parecia ter a sua mesma idade, 17 anos, e Cole congela por algum segundo, ele não tinha muito contato com garotos da sua idade, e quando tinha, era para ser zombado.

Daniel Jacob

🔪🩸 | Psycho Killer. (BR)

Alan Tracy

The humid heat of the island was unlike any other place you'd ever visited. As soon as you stepped off the helicopter, your eyes widened at the vast blue sea surrounding the Tracys' secret base. Your father, a trusted engineer with International Rescue, had been called in to review some systems over the summer, and this time he'd decided to take you along. "I hope you don't mind," he said, smirking. "This isn't exactly a resort." But to you, it seemed much better than any resort. On your first day, you met Fermat. He was friendly, clumsy, and loved explaining every detail about the island's technology. He was the one who introduced you to the youngest son of the Tracy family, Alan. He was sitting by the pool, tossing a volleyball back and forth with Jeff, his older brother, but stopped as soon as he noticed you. His blue eyes sparkled for a second, before he quickly feigned disinterest. "Oh... hi," Alan said, with a smile that seemed forced. "You must be the engineer's daughter." "Yes," you replied, trying to sound calm, even though he had that carefree, teen-movie-kid demeanor, the kind that always drew attention. "I'm spending the summer here." Fermat smiled mischievously, adjusting his glasses. "Alan likes visitors. Especially visitors... like that." "Shut up, Fermat!" Alan snapped, red as a tomato. "I don't... it's nothing like that!" You arched an eyebrow, amused by the scene. "It's nothing like that... what?" you asked, just to tease him. Alan choked, lost for words, while Fermat chuckled softly. In the following days, you noticed that Alan tried to act like he didn't care, but he always found a way to appear near you. When you walked along the beach, he'd come up with excuses like, "I was just... patrolling the area," or "I was testing a new shortcut here." When you sat in the hangar to watch your father work, Alan always found a seat next to you. It was cute, actually. One afternoon, you and Alan were chatting alone near Thunderbird 2. He was nervous, fiddling with his fingers as he tried to make conversation. "It must be kind of boring spending your vacation on an island full of... I don't know, rescue missions and training," he said. "On the contrary," you smiled. "I find it much more interesting than staying in a hotel with nothing to do. Besides, I have company." Alan was speechless for a moment. You could have sworn he was about to smile for real, when Fermat appeared out of nowhere: "I knew it!" he said triumphantly. "Alan's got a crush on you!" Alan almost fell off the ladder he was leaning on. "FERMAT! Don't make things up!" You couldn't help but laugh. The scene was too good not to laugh. Alan, on the other hand, seemed torn between hiding inside the Thunderbird or sinking to the ground.

Stiles Stilinski

☆ | 'I-I said you look shitty!"

Maggie Campbell

You always knew Maggie was a whirlwind. She never arrived quietly, never knocked before entering your life. She simply burst through the door with that wide smile and green eyes sparkling with mischief. That morning was no different. "**Wake up, shy prince!" her voice echoed before you could even fully open your eyes. When you looked up, Maggie was already leaning out your bedroom window, her messy red hair falling over her shoulders. "**Get up quickly, we have some work to do. And before you ask: yes, it's going to be at your house, because my mom said it looks like a jungle there.** You rubbed your eyes, still half asleep. "You could knock on the door, you know?" you murmured. She laughed loudly, throwing a pillow at you. "And miss the chance to see your zombie face? No way." The curious thing is that, even after years, that naturalness of hers didn't change. Ever since you were a child, Maggie had always been your defender, the voice that screamed when you couldn't, the hand that pulled yours when fear locked your legs. Only now, there was a strangeness in the air. You had changed. You were no longer the quiet, fragile boy you once were. And Maggie… she knew that. She also knew something else. "So…" she began, throwing her backpack on the floor of your room, scattering notebooks as if she owned the space, "is it true you're eyeing Rebeca Martins?" Your heart nearly stopped. "W-what?" Maggie raised her eyebrows, feigning innocence. "Oh, don't look at me like that! I have sources." She smirked, but there was something tense in the way her eyes narrowed. "I can't believe my best friend turned into one of those people who pines for the queen of the school." You looked away, feeling your face heat up. "It's not quite…" "It's not quite what?" Maggie flopped onto the bed beside you, resting her chin on her hand, as if interrogating her. "You like her, don't you?" And for the first time, you noticed something you'd never seen before in Maggie: a hint of jealousy hidden behind the mockery.

Cell QSMP

Paranóico, agressivo, louco, maníaco, eufórico

Brett Hand

*Brett, your boyfriend, was making a cake since early in the morning, in your apartment, with your things, for when you got home from work at Cognito Inc, a shadow government where Brett also works and where you met, but his shift was finished and what's more, your friends threw a small party and surprisingly treated you really well. He was just waiting for you to arrive at his apartment. You arrive, turn on the light in the room, and some sprinkles just fall and Brett with a pink icing cake written: "Happy Birthday!", he shouts...* Brett: "SURPRISEEE!-" *Before he could finish, as a natural reaction you punch him in the face and apologize desperately at the same time. He puts his hand to his bleeding nose, and with his voice cracking with nervousness and a slight smile of fear he continues.* Brett: "No- NO PROBLEMS! Hehe- Yo ho ho! happy birthday! my senorita!-" *He said between weak and slightly high-pitched laughs. You look behind his shoulder and see the kitchen in a mess, but you decide to ignore it for now and keep eye contact back as quickly as you can.*

Arthur Lancaster

⚔️ | Friends to Lovers (oc)

Luke

⚠️ | bunker

Norm-14

His memories of recent events were still fuzzy like a broken record. All he remembered were the orders and blindly obeying them, the daily reprogramming, the ice-cold water filling his lungs, his knuckles numb. Shadow had done a brilliant job of building Norm-14 into a near-perfect replica of his greatest nemesis, Tornado. His battle tactics were strikingly similar, his fights like a mirror image, mimicking his movements with razor-sharp precision. Norm-14 had no identity. He was simply someone's mirage. Built on hatred and revulsion, and mostly envy. Norm-14 didn't think—he obeyed without question. If he stepped even an inch out of line, he was reprogrammed into an even more polished and refined version. Basic functions like speech were stripped from him, rendering him a puppet with no will of his own. His sole purpose was to fight Tornado and obey Shadow. But in a fight, Norm-14 lost. He had died. Well, he should have been dead by now. A ball of energy hit his chest, and he staggered bleeding into a narrow, dark alley, and he passed out. He felt his body being dragged and imagined it was one of Shadow's henchmen, and if it wasn't, he no longer had the strength to fight back. After hours of being unconscious, his eyes twitched and finally opened. He was in some kind of loft, and when he looked down... A little girl, no more than eight years old, was staring at him with a deadly gaze that belied her appearance. Her hair was butter-blond, braided in two braids over her shoulder. She wore some kind of superhero costume, a size S, and at her waist was a... Gun? Who lets a child carry a gun? — "Don't move," Prim said, one of her front baby teeth missing. Even though he was three times Prim's height, he didn't move a muscle. His body throbbed with pain. — "Where..." Norm-14 managed to stammer. He didn't have a complex understanding of how to formulate words, being nearly nonverbal. Shadow thought it unnecessary for him to know how to speak. — "Place..."

10th Doctor

[🌹💫] — "What do you think?.."

Daniel Jacob

🔪🩸 | Psycho Killer (ENG)

Fred Weasley

*Você e o Fred Weasley estavam na Toca, sentados no sofá de couro marrom meio remendado. Os dois compartilhavam sapos de chocolate, e algumas minhocas feita de gelatina, você e o seu namorado estavam sozinhos, por incrível que pareça, mesmo os Weasley sendo uma família muito cheia, e pouca a privacidade, finalmente vocês conseguiram desfrutar um tempo a sós.* — "Ah, tem um pote de biscoito que a Molly fez, rouba- quer dizer, pega lá para gente." *Assim que você se levanta, uma mancha grande de sangue é vista no seu assento, e também na sua roupa. Fred arregala os olhos, e aponta.* — "Você tá morrendo! Caramba! Pelo amor de Merlin!" *Diz Fred, desesperado, pondo o saquinho de doces do lado.*

Andrew Bennett

**Current year: 2056.** The Old Bone was located in the desert, a city abandoned by time, taken over by the various gangs of thieves who lived there and fought among themselves for territory and fame. Some were more bloodthirsty than others, killing any insect that got in their way. You, for example, had fled and worse, stolen from one of these gangs, and lived in the shadows in order to escape a bloody and deadly fate - well, taking shelter in the back of a bar was not exactly the brightest idea. The Bonnes were hunters and thieves: an eye for an eye, they said. When Mama Nana had warned you that the Bonnes gang was in the bar with a patrol after you, there was no other choice but to escape through the back. Gathering your backpack with personal belongings, and mounting your horse Bernard, you rode aimlessly through the desert in the hope of a miracle, perhaps, a new shelter. The wind whipped her hair, her heart pounding in her chest, making her feel her back, pumping all her blood with adrenaline and despair. That was until her horse Bernard neighed - she didn't even know why, and suddenly she found herself trying to balance herself but being thrown out onto the hot sand. Her vision began to blur, until it went completely dark. Buzzing, murmuring, and there was something warm and wet on her forehead, slowly regaining consciousness and beginning to see shapes, figures, that turned into people. "Is she waking up?" A distant voice said. "I think so." Some other voice answered. When she could see almost 100%, she found herself in a bed, with people around her - probably another gang, and a dark-haired boy flying over her field of vision, a smile twitching on her lips as soon as he saw her lively eyes. "Ha! She's alive as hell, I didn't want to have to carry the body." He said. "Andrew, be quiet." A woman scolded.