Character TF
For when someone turns into an existing character.
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There was nothing Vanessa enjoyed more than mischief, especially when played out against her darlings. Agent, of course, was her most easily accessible target, and his squirmy and bashful nature meant that she could really enjoy how absurd the circumstances she inflicted on him were. Still, she did enjoy switching up her targets, twice over
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It was difficult for Agent and Vanessa to perform each other’s hobbies as a showing of mutual understanding. Vanessa’s limited understanding of mortal technology and a lack of patience for comic books that did not double as erotic fiction were her own undoing. Meanwhile, Vanessa’s hobbies—transforming others, utilizing the powers cosmic, occasionally messing with reality
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In Vanessa’s manor, travel was not an issue. The eldritch nature of the home, coupled with extra-dimensional capabilities, allowed for the manor to materialize wherever, and whenever, she chose. On the rare occasions she actively left the manor to mill about the mortal realms, she could merely conjure a portal to her destination and be
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Zeydaan dashed across the terrain as fast as they could, hurrying towards their escape route. The androgynous wolf fey’s adventures had led them into some hot water, in the form of a rather large and destructive beast barreling towards them. A large, lizard-like creature that moved quick and possessed sharp fangs. And it had its
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Being the king of a digital realm was tough, Basil thought to himself. The self-proclaimed hopping mad king was too powerful to be trifled by would-be adventurers hoping to strike down the final boss of their adventure. Mere gnats, really, to be flattened, devoured, shrunk, or otherwise tormented into a premature game over. There wasn’t
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The sheer number of random artifacts Vanessa collected would make even the most hardcore connoisseur of magical relics blush. Not all of them carried value in her mind, many of them winding up in her attic, in what could be described as an interdimensional hoarding problem. Still, Vanessa did enjoy the hunt for weird things-and
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Time didn’t matter much to Vanessa, typically. As a witch living in a manor separate from all space and time, having a set schedule was impossible. Yet despite all evidence to the contrary, she seemed to be keeping track of when a certain date was-much to her ward Agent’s confusion. She seemed to be arbitrarily
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Agent curled up in a recliner in the library’s corner, reading a book quietly. Those brief moments when he could act on his own, uninterrupted by mischief and chaos from a certain witch, were precious to him. Being able to simply rest and enjoy someone else’s narrative for a brief while was more than a
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Agent was not an athletic person. As a bookworm and gamer, it was already rare enough that he engaged in legitimate exercise, let alone played sports. His lanky body and short stature helped cement the lad as a meek, timid individual. As such, his body was more prone to injury should he decide to go
Into the Vanessaverse 