˙⋆everything is in your favour✮

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EXCITED IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. FEEL FREE TO USE & ENJOY!!!! <3

exes to friends w benefits to lovers …?? smirk smirk wink wink

^they’re up to their frisky business and one character just pauses and says “do you remember the one time we bought like ten packs of cookies from sobeys at one am that one time?” and the character is just taken aback

^^they’re making out on one’s bed and one character looks over to the side and sees one of their couple things and is like “what’s that doing over there !”

“you staying over?” “duh. i don’t only like your body, silly, i like your netflix, too.”

the heavy feeling in their gut when they realize they have to introduce the other person as “just a friend”

one character wakes up before the other and just lies down beside them watching their chest go up and down, thinking ‘i can’t believe i am blessed enough to know such an ineffable person’

not knowing how to respond or feel about the protective feeling they get when someone asks if theyre dating the other person

“i think meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i sometimes think just sitting with you is better than any make out session we could have.” “i think so, too.”

one of them needs a date for a wedding or business event and so they have to fake date for a couple weeks/months

“i love your fingers. they’re so pretty.” “are you sure them being pretty is the thing you like about them?”

a character thinking to themselves “i love how they never make me feel like i’m something to finish with. they always cherish me.”

“if i make you uncomfortable, tell me.” “you don’t. you never have. its one of the things i love about you.”

“i think you’re one of my favorite people.”

“i love being around you.” “i love that you love being around me because i love being around you, too.”

the moment when the jealousy from the other character pulling away to pursue a possible different love interest kicks in

“we’re kinda like a married couple, aren’t we?”

“i’m so proud of you.” and a shocked and slow response like “oh. thank you.” because they’re surprised it means so much to them that the other character would be proud

“i figured out that i love you this weekend and i just wanted tell you. i understand if you don't feel the same but i want you to know that the time we spent together means a lot to me and i’m glad we met—" "WAITTT YOU LOVE ME TOO????" "…………………………. TOO???"

they pull up to grab breakfast and one character just knows the others order by heart, no questions asked

“why are you so mad i’m talking to name? i thought you said you wanted to end this. you did.”

^ having to explain (or not explaining but thinking) that they wanted to end it in a “i don’t wanna be fwb i wanna be DATING you” way

they realize they love the other person because as soon as anything big happens in their life their first reflex is to tell them

“stop, i’m ticklish.” “i know.”

“i love you. have i told you that?” “oh my God. no you haven’t.” “……………. oh.”

consider when writing it : what are the stakes? more than just “losing a good friendship”, what would be so wrong with one character confessing their love to another? who else is involved? any secondary love interests? when do your characters realize they love each other and why? is it requited at first, if at all?

୨ৎ DIFFERENT AURAS TO SCRIPT YOU HAVE ⊹ ࣪ ˖

i ,CHARISMATIC

You are the gravitational pull in any room, the unseen force that turns heads and tilts conversations in your direction. People listen to you & they orbit you, caught in the ease of your cadence, the way you turn the mundane into something electric. Your presence drips with the confidence of someone who doesn’t need to demand attention; it just unfurls around you, subtle as heat on a summer road. The room bends to your energy, your laughter sketching new dynamics in the air, your eyes making even the most guarded people feel like they’ve been understood, if only for a moment.

ii , IDEALIST

You walk with your head half in the clouds, but not in a way that makes you absent—no, you are intensely present, seeing the world not as it is but as it should be. Your words are dipped in conviction, your eyes always scanning for the possibility of something better, something more just, more beautiful. Others find themselves softened around you, their cynicism cracking like old paint, their skepticism dimming under the sheer force of your belief. You make them believe, if only for a moment, that the sky can be repainted, that even the most withered gardens can bloom again. To you, the world is an unfinished manuscript, and you are forever rewriting its ending.

iii , PERFECTIONIST

There is no such thing as “good enough” in your world. Your mind is a sculptor’s chisel, forever shaving away imperfections, smoothing out the rough edges others might ignore. You are the architect of your own undoing, chasing a line so straight it bends back on itself. Every detail—examined, polished, weighed—until even beauty becomes an equation, until satisfaction is forever a breath away. People admire you, but they do so from a distance, sensing the sharp edges of your precision, the ruthless order of your world. You make them feel as if they are not enough, as if they, too, should be measuring the spaces between their footsteps, the symmetry of their smiles. And perhaps they should. Your standards do not waver, and in that, you demand excellence—not through force, but through the silent pressure of your own unrelenting pursuit of it.

iv , SEDUCTRESS

You are the sigh of wind threading through autumn leaves, the delicate torment of twilight lingering before it succumbs to night. There is no arrival to you—only immersion, as though stepping unbidden into a landscape heavy with mist, where silence speaks louder than words. The threads of your existence are woven into the fabric of memory, elusive and maddeningly persistent, like the fleeting shadows of clouds upon the earth. You stand apart, unmovable, and yet the world shifts around you, drawn as moths are to a flame—helpless and unreasoning. You are the rift between certainty and longing, the fragile pause teetering on the brink of confession. There is something ruinous about your presence, something like the scent of gardenias past. People do not merely desire you—they are undone by you, piece by piece, thought by thought, until all that remains is the ghost of your laughter curling in their lungs, the echo of your absence weighing more than your presence ever did.

v , ADVENTURER

Your soul is a lit fuse, the rush of blood before a leap. You move through the world like a storm chaser, restless, electric, forever hungry for the unknown. People feel their pulse quicken & lungs expand around you, drawn to the sheer unpredictability of your next step, the way you turn every moment into a story worth telling. They remember you in the moments they hesitate, in the roads they do not take, in the way their hearts beat faster at the thought of running. You hunger for life with the wild fervor of a bear stumbling upon a patch of sun-ripened berries—sweet, irresistible, and entirely yours for the taking. It's not just craving; it's a feast, a headlong dive into the lush chaos of existence, as if the world itself dares you to consume it whole. You don't nibble; you seize, tasting every corner of it until it's an indelible part of you, and you, of it.

vi , PRAGMATIST

You see the world without its illusions, without the haze of sentiment or wishful thinking. Your mind is a sharpened blade, slicing through delusion, separating emotion from fact with surgical precision. Your efficiency cuts through the fog of indecision. People may call you cold, but they come to you when they need the truth, when the weight of dreams becomes too heavy to carry. You are the hand that pulls them from the wreckage, the voice that does not comfort but commands. They may resent your clarity, but they obey it all the same. There is no wasted motion in your actions, no unnecessary indulgence in your words. You build, you fix, you adapt. You are the steady hand in the chaos, the one who keeps the machine running while others are still arguing over the blueprints.

vii , BADDASS

You do not ask for space—you take it. There is no apology in your stance, no hesitation in your step. People look at you and sense, in some deep, animal way, that you are not to be tested. You are the sound of a match striking in an empty room, the moment before a blade meets its mark. They may not always like you, but they respect you. People step aside for you without knowing why, sensing that to cross you is to walk blindfolded on the edge of a knife. And if they do not respect you or if they do cross you, it is only because they have not yet learned their lesson. There’s no bravado in you, no unnecessary flexing—just a quiet, steel-cored certainty that you can handle whatever, whoever, however.

viii , FIESTY

Your words strike like a spark spat from the fire, a blade glinting just before the strike. People either shrink from your fire or are drawn to it, eager to test their own against yours. You are not afraid to bare your teeth, to bite back when bitten, to laugh in the face of those who underestimate you. There is nothing meek about you; you are a hurricane in a bottle, daring anyone to uncork you. Your words are quick, barbed, impossible to ignore. You do not sit still, you do not back down. There is something reckless in you, something untamed, and it keeps the world on edge, waiting for the next burst of your fire.

ix , SARCASTIC

Your tongue is a blade honed to an almost surgical sharpness, slipping between words with the precision of a fencer’s thrust. People laugh uneasily, caught between admiration and the slow-dawning horror that you have been dissecting them from the moment they spoke. You see through the world’s pretenses, strip it bare with nothing but a well-placed remark. They may pretend not to care, but long after you have left, they will hear your voice in their heads, dissecting them with perfect precision.

x , GENIUS

Your thoughts are a labyrinth others get lost in, a symphony they can hear but will never fully understand. Your mind moves faster than your tongue, faster than the world itself. Thoughts unfurl in patterns only you can see, weaving themselves into ideas that others will not understand until years later. Your mind does not walk—it leaps, somersaults, collapses and rebuilds the universe in the span of a breath. People speak to you and leave feeling both enlightened and slightly stupid, sensing that they have glimpsed only the surface of something far deeper, far stranger. Your intelligence is not cold, not mechanical—it is alive, pulsing, shifting, dangerous in its unpredictability. You are the blueprint of a future not yet realized, the whisper of something inevitable and incomprehensible.

xi ,ARTISTIC

You see the world in brushstrokes, in notes, in words that stretch beyond their meanings, for you, everything bends and bleeds, shifting colors like oil on water. Colors drip from your thoughts, sounds bend into shapes only you can perceive. Where others see the ordinary, you see the sublime. People watch you as one watches a painter at work, unsure whether they are witnessing genius or madness. You are not here to make sense—you are here to make feeling, to stir the sleeping things inside others, to carve beauty from the raw and the broken. You make them want to look closer, to feel deeper, to let the world seep into them the way it seeps into you. People around you feel an unspoken challenge: to see through your eyes, to understand the way you make the ordinary shimmer with hidden meaning. You live on the fringes of reality, in the spaces between words, between brushstrokes, between the notes of a song that lingers long after the last chord fades.

xii , SUNSHINE

You are the first breath of spring after a long winter, the glow of a candle in a darkened room, the warmth of honeyed tea, the hush of wildflowers bending in the wind, the first golden crack of dawn against the horizon. People step into your presence and feel lighter, as if they have been carrying something they can now put down and breathe easier. You radiate something soft yet unyielding, a quiet proof that warmth is not weakness, that kindness can be a force as unrelenting as any storm. Your presence lingers like the scent of citrus, bright, clean. People do not just like you—they need you, though they may not always realize it. their sharp edges dulled, their burdens momentarily forgotten. The world is softer where you stand.

xiii , VILLAINESS

You are the shadow stretching long in the evening light, the whispered rumor that turns into legend, the weight of an unspoken threat. You are not interested in being loved—you are interested in being remembered. There is something intoxicating about your defiance, the way you refuse to shrink, to soften, to beg. People do not love you—they admire you, fear you, whisper your name like a warning when they think you cannot hear, though they cannot deny the fascination curling in their chests. Your smirk sends a shiver down their spine, the ghost of a kiss that feels more like a threat. You are a lesson people do not wish to learn twice. You do not seek approval, and that is what makes them crave yours. There is something intoxicating about your presence, something sharp and precise, like the edge of a dagger sharpened symmetrically perfect, making sure it does not miss.

xiv , ENCHANTRESS

I AM hard and i am shifting to my s/o

post two pictures that remind you of your dr self & a quote & two pictures that remind you of your dr lifestyle.

HUNTRESS DR : PREACHER'S DAUGHTER GONE WILD!

post two pictures that remind you of your dr self & a quote & two pictures that remind you of your dr lifestyle.

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if you decide to do so … this is just how i do it, not forcing.

act i , the basics.

who are you? name. surname. nickname. place of birth. date of birth. current age. status (student? employed? / blood status if applicable) species (supernatural or human?) height. weight. race. ethnicity. nationality.

appearance. hair colour. hair texture. hair type. eye colour. eyebrows. breath smell. skin. scent. lip taste if you want.

clothing. what do you like to wear? t-shirts. pants&jeans. skirts if you want. shoes. nails if you want. are you known for your style? accessories.

childhood. from what kind of family you were born? where did you grew up? any childhood friends? favourite cousins? how did you become what you are now? (if famous / supernatural)

( if you are an adult. ) did you go to university? if so, what masters do you have? how was your experience? what was your first job? your teenage years? any ex or first love? are you still friends with people from high school?

present. your personality. main traits. your hobbies. your passions. if you have collections, write them down. if you like to read, what kind of books you love? how do others view you? if supernatural, are you part of a prophecy (if so, explain your role in this prophecy, and why you are part of it)

extras. social media. powers if you have them. if hogwarts, write your wand.

act ii , the extension of you.

friends. who are they? how did you met? how is your relationship with them? do you have any friendgroups? group chats?

family. talk about them. do you still live with them? how is your relationship with them? any sibilings? favourite cousins? does your aunt spoil you… or a grandparent, maybe.

relationships. do you have a partner? if so, talk about them. how did they treat you? how did you met? any cool or sweet dates? if you are still not together, how will you (general or detailed). if you don’t have a s/o, any past relationships? any rumours? does someone have a crush on you?

pets. what’s their name and age? how did you adopt them? what’s your relationship? does the pet trust you?

extras. do you have any hater or fan… or both? any mortal enemy? if so, your past with them, the start of your animosity.

act iii , education.

school. name of the school? is it private, or for certain type of supernatural creatures? are they divided in houses? if so, what’s yours? where is the school located? the vibe? kind of students admitted to the school? does it have a motto? if it’s a boarding school, describe your room/dormitory. and your school uniform.

subjects. timetable. what subject do you take? how are the teachers? did a certain teacher adopt you and your friendgroup? who is your favourite? favourite subjects? how are you doing in all of your subjects? where do you go for break/lunch?

events. any formal? parties? or secret societies?

extras. does the school have a mystery you want to solve? any extracurricular activities like sports? clubs?

act iv , patriotic stuff.

city. talk about where you are from / live. any special or secret places for you? favourite hangout spots? memorable locations for you? the vibe of the town.

house. or apartment. entry hall. living room. bathroom(s). bedrooms. your bedroom. kitchen. laundry room. garden. office? extras room like library etc if you want. where is it located?

( if you have a fantasy dr. ) your kingdom. your castle. private chambers. overall vibe of your kingdom… its name, story, rulers, any magical creatures? or religion? any festivity? kingdoms near you? places you want to have in your kingdom.

act v , rules.

things to script for your dr ⋆.𐙚˚

you can shop whenever you want, and stores always carry your exact size

clothes fit your body PERFECTLY, i mean... literally like you got them tailored to your body

shoes ALWAYS fit you, even if they're a size off

shoes never hurt your feet (specifically for those model dr queens who wear Louboutin, i see you!)

tarot readings are always clear in your mind and you immediately understand them/what they're about

you can travel the world whenever you want and visas never take more than 24hrs to be approved

you're always safe wherever you go, no one harasses or stalks you

you never get sick from food, even if it's undercooked or something is very wrong with it

you go to any concerts you want & always get barricade or stage access

you get pr from brands & your fav companies send you gifts because you're just THAT person

you always have access to fast passes & food passes at any amusement parks you go to

you look good literally all of the time, even if you put no effort into your appearance.