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xiao-come-home · 2 months

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Boothill relationship headcanons;

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✰ Characters: Boothill x reader.

✰ Words: ~1k.

✰ SFW+N//SFW ; SFW mentions no pronouns or gender of the reader. N//SFW section was written with fem!reader in mind.

Warnings: THIS HAS A NSFW PART. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS skip this section if possible. some of these hc are based on this post, since i wanted to write a little more about it.

A/N: BRAINROT gRR he truly gives me doctor by Miley Cyrus vibes. idk how to explain it but take it

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Boothill:

SFW

he's such a gentleman! opens doors for you, pulls out a chair, kisses your hand when he sees you first for the day, it doesn't get boring for him at all. if you ignore some of his unhinged behaviors, then he's a perfect man.

like i mentioned in my previous post, he's VERY possessive of you. he does like to go to unknown clubs or bars with you to try out their best drinks in his spare time, though he doesn't have you attached to his hip (even.. if he wouldn't probably mind at all), he does keep a sharp eye on you. if a weird guy approaches you and you're clearly uncomfortable, he tries to intimidate the guy away and clearly let him see that you're his (aka placing his arm around your waist and pushing you into him), if being polite doesn't work, well, they have a rough night. not in a good way.

this man SCREAMS BACK HUGS!! since his body is like 90% metal and machines, he loves to embrace you from behind and wrap his arms around your tummy, while his chin rests on your shoulder. he misses the softness of his own skin, so having you gives him a lot of comfort; the warmth you're radiating makes him reluctant to ever pull away. boothill often finds himself touching his cheeks with his robotic arms, when they get warm enough - the feeling almost long forgotten in his mind.

speaking of back hugs: he's also very big on neck kisses, mostly giving than receiving, depending on how he feels, they're either very innocent and loving - very soft, paired with butterfly kisses, or biting you and then kissing it better, when things get steamy.

boothil finds it funny when his hair tickles you when he hugs you from behind. if he's feeling particularly like a little shit that day, he can annoy you the entire day like that, only to respond with "hmm? what do you mean? I'm not doing anything, baby!" ...don't tell him his smirk gives it away, but honestly, at this point, he probably doesn't try to hide it that well.

he DOES slap your ass when you go past him. EVERY time. it doesn't get boring for him, he likes the sound it makes AND how soft it is, bonus if it jiggles, then he's even more proud. he might offer "an apologetic massage," which you rarely agree to (but he'll try until u say yes).

if someone ever tinkers with his Synesthesia beacon, he cannot swear for his life. you might catch him trying to cook, spilling something, and then hearing loud "YOU LITTLE DAISY FLOWER! CUTIE PIE! CURSED FROG!" it's kinda impressive how colorful they can get...

speaking of his voice, he's probably able to manipulate it so it sounds the best according to your taste. although his flesh heart has been gone for so long, he still feels that familiar, warm feeling and squeeze of his own, mechanical one, when your answer is always the same - to modulate it so it sounds the closest to what it used to be, or that the current one is just as pleasant to hear.

he likes to kiss you. no matter where, or when. if he wants to, he'll get one, pressing you against him, cupping your face with one hand, and kissing your puckered lips. once you give in, he kisses you properly, caressing your cheek ever so slightly to ease any discomfort left, only to hold you tightly on your hips and whimper on purpose just to tease you more (i believe in boothill is a little shit theory).

if we assume his face is the only human part of him left (besides his eyes). In that case, he just truly loves the softness of your lips on his. he kisses you as much as he can, and will get all fussy and whiny if he doesn't get his good morning kiss, we-see-each-other-for-the-first-time-today kiss (note: this is not the same as good morning kiss), goodnight kiss and so on. yes, he could get it by himself, but he wants it from you first. he's just very stubborn.

watch out! he likes to draw blood on your lower lip when his intrusive thoughts win. he licks the blood off later, and gives it a loving kiss.

his hair is genuine, so he loves whenever you play with it, brush it, or take care of it in general. it's probably one of the very few human features of his, so if your boothill lets you carefully pamper it, let alone without flooding his cords, he's not only very impressed, but also very willing to indulge in more sessions.

finds it absolutely adorable when you wear his hat when he isn't looking. or, well, when you think he isn't looking.

N/SFW. minors and ageless blogs shoo!

the council has decided that he has a vibrator in place of his real junk. but if you're into experimenting and want him to feel a bit more, hm, natural - he's more than happy to change his parts. shape, size and pace - everything for his lady.

you can probably guess, but that's an absolute ass man. he sees you in tighter pants that hug you just so nicely and might go feral.

eats pussy like a starved man. he has no shame and licks, sucks, and fucks you with his tongue and THE SOUNDS could put the devil himself to shame. boothill always wants everyone to know that you're his, how you scream and moan for him, so in return - he never lets a drop of your juices go to waste, slurping and moaning into your slit.

he's literally so flexible, that he'll fuck you in every position you want him to. if it means he'll get deeper, he's on board. and probably on top of you too.

likes to grope you through your clothes. sounds very tame, but it really gets him going, and might sometimes cause trouble in public.. unless you WANT that trouble.

adding to the headcanon above - he truly just gets turned on by your skin, especially imperfections. stretch marks? he'll kiss them all, scars? he has them all memorized. when he touches you through your clothes, he already remembers what is where, it's like he's edging himself knowing that soon enough he'll undress you completely and see it clearly; he quite literally worships what truly makes you... you.

he. is. so. SO over when you pull on his hair. when you make out, when he fucks you - doesn't matter. DO IT and he'll go absolutely crazy, hissing in pleasure and grinding into you.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #boothill #boothill hsr #boothill x reader #.headcanon #oops #gif by @/freyito!!

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astrosky33 · 8 months

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ‼️ I would like to note that not all of the features I added will apply to you it’s possible only some will. This is based solely on astrological evidence, not my own bias

I also recommend checking both Tropical and Sidereal to see which you resonate with more

1st house placements and stelliums can heavily affect your appearance as well

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Masculine/defined/sharp features - Aries is ruled by Mars which rules over masculinity (ex: defined/thick eyebrows, sharp jawline, etc.)

◉ Resting angry face - Mars rules over aggression. For this reason you may appear mad even when you’re not

◉ Goat-like appearance - Aries symbol is the ram

◉ Bigger forehead than most and high cheekbones - Aries rules over the head

◉ Athletic body - Mars rules over athleticism

Celeb Examples: Rihanna, Vinnie Hacker, Kendall Jenner, Cardi B, Big Sean, Morgan Freeman, etc

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Soft/feminine features - Taurus is ruled by Venus the planet that rules over femininity

◉ Flat chin - Taurus’ symbol is the bull and they don’t have pointy chins they’re more on the flat side

◉ Curvy body/wide rib cage and wide nose - Bulls have bigger bodies and wide noses

◉ Strong jaw - Taurus rules over the lower jaw

◉ Luxurious appearance - Venus rules over luxury

Celeb Examples: Gigi Hadid, Robert Pattinson, Miley Cyrus, Mariah Carey, Megan Thee Stallion, Joe Rogan, etc

𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Youthful appearance/doll like features or possibly a baby face - Gemini is ruled by Mercury which rules over youth

◉ Slender build - Mercury rules over thinness

◉ Bunny teeth - In Greek Mythology, one of Mercury (Hermes) sacred animals was the Hare

◉ Bunny-like nose - Explanation above

◉ Open book facial communication - Mercury rules over communication so they may communicate things with their face, even unknowingly sometimes

◉ Fox eyes - Mercury rules over foxes

Celeb Examples: Madison Beer, Addison Rae, Maggie Lindemann, Dua Lipa, Lady Gaga, Jack Harlow, etc

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Round/moon shaped face - Cancer is ruled by the Moon

◉ Baby face/soft features and big eyes - The moon rules over babies and Cancers symbol is the crab, a crabs eyes are big compared to their eye sockets

◉ Curvier body - The moon is round

◉ Big boobs - Cancer rules over the breasts

◉ Emotions written on face - The Moon rules over emotions so it’s hard for them to hide them cuz their facial expressions do the job even when they try and prevent it

Celeb Examples: Angelina Jolie, Elon Musk, Cameron Diaz, Adele, The Weeknd, Margot Robbie, etc

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Kind eyes and big pretty smile - Leo is ruled by the Sun which rules over generosity as well as happiness and Leo in numerology = 5 which is the number of beauty

◉ Cat-like features - Leo’s symbol is the Lion

◉ Thick hair/thick eyebrows - Lions have thick hair

◉ Broad shoulders - Lion’s have broad shoulders

◉ Resting downward smile - A lions resting face is a downward smile

Celeb Examples: Drake, Selena Gomez, Marilyn Monroe, Emma Stone, Vanessa Hudgens, Tyler the Creator, etc

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Youthful appearance - Just like Gemini, Virgo is also ruled by Mercury which rules over youth

◉ Innocent appearance - Virgo’s symbol is the virgin and rules over innocence

◉ Small nose/bunny-like nose - One of Mercury’s sacred animals in Greek Mythology was the Hare and bunnies have small noses

◉ Prominent/wide stomach - Virgo rules over the stomach

◉ Fox eyes - Mercury rules over foxes

Celeb Examples: Madonna, Timothee Chalamet, Keanu Reeves, Emma Watson, Jay-Z, Bella Hadid, etc

𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Soft/feminine features - Just like Taurus Libra is ruled by Venus which rules over femininity

◉ Conventionally attractive - Venus rules over beauty

◉ Beautiful hair - Venus rules over the hair

◉ Symmetrical face - Libra’s symbol is the balancing scale, it’s even on both sides

◉ Curvy feminine body and nice shaped butt - Venus rules over femininity and your butt

Celeb Examples: Beyoncé, Leonardo DiCaprio, Britney Spears, Jennifer Aniston, Niall Horan, Dwayne Johnson, etc

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Mysterious looking - Scorpio is secondarily ruled by Pluto which rules over mystery

◉ Witch-like or sharp noses - Pluto rules over witches

◉ Death stare - Pluto rules over death. This is why Scorpio Ascendants seem to often have an intimidating death stare where they look like they’re staring into your soul

◉ Sharp/strong/masculine features - Scorpio is primarily ruled by Mars which rules over masculinity

◉ Sexy/sexually appealing facial features - Pluto rules over sex and Mars rules over lust

Celeb Examples: Justin Bieber, Katy Perry, Lana Del Ray, Chris Evans, Prince, Lily-Rose Depp, etc

𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Thick thighs/curvy waist - Sagittarius rules over the thighs/hips

◉ Big eyes and a foal-like appearance. Sagittarius’ symbol is the centaur. Horses have big eyes

◉ Athletic build - The Centaur has an athletic build

◉ A feature that’s bigger than normal - Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter which rules over expansion

◉ Tall - Jupiter rules over abundance

Celeb Examples: Kim Kardashian, Scarlett Johansson, Hailey Bieber, Mila Kunis, Pink, Adriana Lima, etc

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Skinny (if not skinny usually skinnier than the rest of their family) - Capricorn is ruled by Saturn which rules over lack/skinniness

◉ Great bone structure/sharp jawline - Saturn rules over bones

◉ Mature appearance - Saturn rules over maturity

◉ Glow up at later age - Saturn rules over delay/old age

◉ Good teeth/prominent teeth - Saturn rules over bones

Celeb Examples: Ariana Grande, Megan Fox, Olivia Rodrigo, Kylie Jenner, Cristiano Ronaldo, Jungcook, etc

𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Similar to Capricorn Ascendant’s they age well and usually have a massive glow up later in life since Aquarius is primarily ruled by Saturn. Saturn rules over old age/delay

◉ Some sort of unique feature - Aquarius is secondarily ruled by Uranus which rules over uniqueness

◉ Mature appearance - Saturn rules over maturity

◉ Prominent calves - Aquarius rules over the calves

◉ Friendly face - Uranus rules over friends

Celeb Examples: Nicki Minaj, Obama, Zendaya, SZA, Tyga, Russel Wilson, etc

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Kind-looking face - Pisces secondary ruler is Neptune which rules over kindness/compassion

◉ Big eyes - Pisces symbol is the fish and fishes eyes are big compared to the rest of their face typically

◉ Big lips - Fish have prominent big lips

◉ Attractiveness that causes others to idealize you - Neptune rules over glamour, idealism, and fascination

◉ Small or prominent feet - Pisces rules over the feet

Celeb Example: Michael Jackson, Billie Eilish, Zayn Malik, Ryan Gosling, Bruno Mars, Andrew Garfield, etc

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

𝗦𝗨𝗕 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗢𝗡

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creativepromptsforwriting · 10 months

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Fic Titles: Song Edition

Part III

More than distance between us - California King Bed, Rihanna

A waking nightmare that is only worse when I am sleeping - Kill The Messenger, Jack's Mannequin

Company under cover, filling space in your sheets - Candles, Daughter

Everything looks better when the sun goes down - Make me wanna die, The Pretty Reckless

Lay your head on me one last time - So cold, Breaking Benjamin

So just pour a drink (let's talk it over) - Robots will cry, Cobra Starship

Am I the one you think about - Pink Rabbits, The National

Until you hold my hand - Swing Life Away, Rise Against

All colors and cares glaze to gray - Taro, alt-J

I fall in love just a little ol' little bit - Someone new, Hozier

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance - Second chance, Shinedown

Have we got our lines crossed? - Don't waste my time, Victor Lundberg

A souvenir for the morning - The Consequence, You Me At Six

I hate loving you as much as I do - Where is her head, The National

Destined for this and the crown - Solo, Jennie

Soft skin and soft lips - girls, girl in red

Every time we lie awake - I hate everything about you, Three Days Grace

But we're still sleeping like we're lovers - Still, Daughter

Can't give you my soul - Somebody Else, The 1975

I can feel you dreaming of me - Wester, AFI

There's a fine line between love and hate - The Diary of Jane, Breaking Benjamin

Could you love me at my worst? - @ my worst, blackbear

Because we're one of a kind - God's Menu, Stray Kids

Triangles are my favorite shape - Tessellate, alt-J

Desperate minds mean desperate measures - Playing the blame game, You Me At Six

Someone I am made for - Forever yours, Sunrise Avenue

Put your sweet lips on my lips - Like real people do, Hozier

And I'll lie and you'll believe - Just tonight, The Pretty Reckless

Call me your favorite, call me the worst - Call me, Shinedown

Then tell me to leave (and baby I'll go) - July, Noah Cyrus

More titles!

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yellowharrington · 10 months

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jaded -- chapter 1, carmy berzatto x reader

pairing + fandom: carmen "carmy" berzatto x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), the bear fx

warnings: sexual content, mention of unprotected piv sex, swearing, workplace relationship. minors dni with this story please.

word count: 1.4k+

a/n: guess who's back... back again... natty's back... tell a friend.... hey besties lol ik its been a year but i've been obsessed with the bear so i decided to write this. it will be a multichaptered fic and i will update it as soon as i've finished writing the chapters lmao. inspired by the song "jaded" by miley cyrus. pls pls pls enjoy

summary: fresh off of his breakup with claire, carmy needs a rebound. he just doesn't expect it to be his pastry chef.

masterlist | chapter 2

It starts with a ride home after service.

The sun had fallen down over the horizon, painting Chicago black with night. It’s chilly, middle of February, and you and Carmy are the only ones left at the restaurant. You’re both at the lockers, grabbing the last of your things and turning off the last few lights, leaving it behind you as you step out into the darkness of the street. Only amber lights are above you, illuminating Carmy’s face, along with the glow of his lighter around his cigarette. “How are you getting home?” He asks, looking down the alleyway. “Just the train,” you reply, gesturing towards the station a few blocks down the road. “Let me drive you,” he smushes the cigarette underneath the toe of his shoe, looking up at you, rather softly. “Oh, it’s not far,” you try to step the other way, before he grabs your shoulder lightly. “It’s cold, and fuckin’ dark, and there’s murderers. Just let me drive you home.” He was nothing if not protective.

It really had been a short drive, slow tunes coming from his old car’s radio, drowned out by the sounds of the city around you. It was generally silent, Carmy’s hand on the gear shift. “It’s just up here,” you gesture to the building up the street. “Just take a right.” He does, obeying your action, pulling up in front of a 3-floored walk-up. “Thanks,” you grab your backpack by your feet, opening the door and giving him a small look before stepping out. “Hey, listen,” you start. His eyes are dark, sunken, tired. He’s wearing his usual wool jacket around a cozy navy blue sweater. “I was working on something before work this morning. A… a dish. Can I show you really quick? And you can tell me what you think?” He looked at the time on his phone, and then up at you. Baby blue eyes, peering from under thick lashes. “Sure, chef,” he says quietly as he puts his car in park and unbuckles the seatbelt.

When you walk him up to your apartment, he’s endeared. You let him in, and your place smells of vanilla candles and laundry, from the load you’d done before work earlier that day. “Sorry about the mess,” you gestured to small pile of plates and spoons in the sink, and the aforementioned unfolded laundry on the couch. “You’d lose your mind if you saw my place if you think this is mess,” he laughed, pushing a hand through his soft golden hair. Your own coat comes off as you make your way into the kitchen, and he has to stop himself from staring. Your tight jeans fit your body perfectly, white t-shirt coming up over your hips only enough for him to see a dark tattoo on the back of your hip. You poured him a cup of cold water and put it in front of him, before firing up the burner on your stove and putting a stainless steel pan on the orange-blue flame. “Make yourself at home.”

He wandered around your apartment a bit, peering into your bedroom. Soft white bed, soft sheets, big fluffed pillows. An open window, letting a chilly breeze in, curtains slightly swaying with the night air. It reminds him of her, her soft sheets, big eyes, the nights he slept next to Claire and kissed her supple cheeks and pink lips. She was like this too; eager, clean, happy, simple. Easy to be with, and easy to like. You’d given off a similar energy the same day you walked into the restaurant on your first day, and you had reminded him of her. Kind eyes, warm presence, but with a different demeanour that chefs almost always had. A jaggedness, he thought.

The sound of the plates being put on your small kitchen table snapped him out of his daydreams, as you held out a fork for him. “It’s a, uh, mango custard, bit of toasted cardamom and coconut cream in there, and, um, a coconut macaroon with a homemade chutney.” He raises his eyebrows at the dish before him, plated beautifully, and takes a small bite of each component. You seem to wait for hours as he takes his time, feeling every ingredient on his tongue before setting down his fork on the small white plate. “It’s tremendous, chef,” he says quietly, wiping the corner of his mouth. “Almost perfect. Could use maybe an acid, it’s a little sweet, but, wow,” he looks up at you to see your wide eyes, excited at his answer. This was, essentially, the highest praise from Carmy you could get. “Thank you,” you say quietly, watching as he takes another forkful of the dessert.

“What’s the tattoo on your hip?” he asks, pointing at the right side of your body, where your shirt had ridden up before. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it since he caught a glimpse. “Oh, um,” your cheeks turned a soft shade of red, standing up to lift up your shirt and show him. “It’s, uh, a snake. It goes down my leg too,” you pull down the waistband of your jeans just enough to show him a bit more of the ink, further exposing the thin strap of the black thong you had on. “Got it a long time ago, in school. Just wanted to feel cool I guess.” He stands up, slowly, coming to lightly pin you against the counter. It’s safe, it’s easy, and suddenly it feels so fucking right to have him here under the dim kitchen light. “Can I see the rest of it?”

All bets are off, then. Your jeans are pooled around your ankles in a second as he’s feverishly kissing your lips, hands everywhere, his calloused palms against your soft ass. His sweater is off, along with his signature white tee, showing off the glistening gold chain against his bare chest. You’ve managed to push his jeans down just enough to slide a hand into his waist band, eliciting a soft, breathy moan from him into your mouth.

When you stumble back into your bedroom, it’s all a blur. It’s hot skin against hot skin, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your neck as his hands work their way in between your wet folds. They’re so gentle, yet he knows what he’s doing, so the slow circles on your clit as he lets himself rut against you are making you unbelievably wet for him. “I want you so fucking badly,” he pants into your ear, letting a finger easily plunge into you as you open your legs wider for him. “Is this a good idea, Carmy?” you let your fingers thread through his hair, allowing him to look up at you. His usual baby blues were dark again, lustful and wanton. “No,” he says matter-of-factly, but the smirk on his lips is so unbelievable, a cruel man above you. “Should we do it anyways?” You ask, your own smile playing on the corners of your mouth, allowing your hips to rut against his fingers, fucking yourself to feel more of him. He takes a large hand to your breast, letting it slide up, thumb slipping onto your lower lip and into your mouth. “Yeah… yeah, of course we fucking should.”

It’s so easy with him, which is what makes it so hard. He knows right where to kiss, where to touch, where to love on your body. He knows to take his hands to your sides, pushing you into the mattress as he laps at your clit and kisses your inner thighs, looking up and watching you take your own tits in your hands, squeezing them together, looking down at him with such need. He knows to slide up between your legs, and to cradle your neck in his hand, his thick cock plunging into you and making you weak, making his thumb wet with his own spit and bringing you to your orgasm, spasming around him, moaning his name into his mouth like a prayer. It doesn’t take much longer after that for him to spill inside of you, warm and deep, lips locked around his as you helped him ride his orgasm out. And it feels right, and real, when he lays next to you and kisses your chest and arms before falling into a deep sleep, your soft comforter over his chest. It all feels so fucking right, that first time.

But the next morning, all you have is an empty bed. And it doesn’t feel right anymore.

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larkingame · 1 month

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Hello!! Are you having a nice day? I hope you do!!! I wanted to ask, could u maybe tell us what the different classes are? Tumblr's search function always lets a girl down and the detailed info is not in the pinned post as far as I can tell, so I can't find the info :( Thank u and have a lovely weekend 💕💕💕

hi! today's going okay so far! thank you for the ask :)

so there are seven classes in larkin! in the game they kind of function like the traditional class system in a game like dnd combined with their background system, meaning they not only shape the players skills and abilities, but they also have an effect on some of their viewpoints and values, as well as having an impact on their relationships with other people in the world!

the outlaw - this is your traditional criminal class/background. an outlaw abrams has managed to survive through any means necessary--something that Wyatt doesn't exactly approve of, given his own 'moral code' 🙄this class is great with intimidation and making connections in the various underworlds that larkin's version of the US has to offer. character's like Nash might not take too kindly to some of their methods, but he would have to admit--they're effective.

the healer - this is your 'doctor' class, well, as close as one can come to being a doctor without any formal training. an expert in traditional medicine, a healer Abrams has survived on the kindness of others after delivering babies, pulling bullets out of rogues and tending to sick kids. Wyatt is particularly proud to call a healer Abrams his kid! Cassidy and Ethel would find you particularly valuable--as the Ward gang is currently down a healer.

the showman - this is Larkin's version of a bard. An expert musician and storyteller, you live for the stage, you shine best when you're entertaining, swaying an audience. Wyatt isn't particularly favorable towards your selected path in life--he thinks your talents could be put to better use doing something else--but you're his kid no matter what. Already kind of mentioned this, but Cyrus has a soft spot for musicians!

the conartist - this class aligns the best with the barest bones version of the MC, when they were first being developed in 2020. They've followed in Wyatt's footsteps, selling forged land-deeds and miracle tonics, swindling unsuspecting bleeding hearts out of their pocket change and making a big old show of it all the while. An expert at manipulation, Wyatt couldn't be prouder of the little conman you've turned out to be. Rose finds the conartist a little suspicious--like people trust them far too easily, but Dominic on the other hand, loves the way Abrams can get people eating right out of their palms.

the thief - this Abrams has sticky-fingers, great with pick-pocketing and breaking into places they shouldn't be, they'd consider themselves something of an expert thief. with a boost to dexterity, this Abrams has nimble fingers that help in terms of picking locks and other delicate tasks. Wyatt thinks you could be doing something a little more honorable, but he'd be lying if those nimble hands of yours didn't come in handy from time to time. Reyes absolutely adores the way this Abrams can rob a man blind without them even realizing.

the gambler - holding 'em and folding 'em is this Abrams' specialty. They've been counting cards since before they could read, shooting dice before they were old enough to enter a casino and hustling pool long before their twenty-first birthday. Wyatt is pretty happy with the little cardshark Abrams' has turned out to be, he admires how well the can keep a lid on things--well, usually. Hollis is hesitant around this version of Abrams. They usually have people figured out the moment they've met them. But this Abrams? This Abrams is unreadable--and they hate going in blind.

the slayer - now, every version of Abrams is a vampire hunter, though the slayer takes a different approach to the craft. Vampire hunter is all they are, it's all they'll ever be, it's what'll kill them one day--but they've long accepted that. Their knowledge of the Vamp world is unparalelled, their dedication to slaying all of Vampire kind rivalling that of the Pope's dedication to Christ. Wyatt is...well, Wyatt worries more about the slayer than he does the other Abrams'. Montero and Adam, both being Vampires themselves have differing opinions of the slayer, but--they'd be lying if they didn't say they weren't at least a little wary of them.

#game mechanics #thank you!

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cassafrasscr · 5 months

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Hear me out. Orym absolutely has a type, and it’s himbos.

For the sake of clarity: Himbo = big, strong, kind, and dumb as a post. 😂

To be clear, I know Orym’s INT stat is nothing worth writing home about at 13. He’s technically above the civilian NPC average of 10, but he only gets a +1 modifier. HOWEVER... when you compare Orym to the rest of his friends, he's consistently among the smartest in terms of stats. He's literally tied with MISTER for the highest INT in the Crown Keepers, lol.

Will - Granted, we don't really know very much about what Will was like, but we can extrapolate based on a few crucial details. Will trained in swordsmanship with Orym, and they were in the Tempest Blades together - meaning Will's class was probably Fighter (maybe multi-classed with Druid, but definitely at least a Fighter). If that's the case, INT was probably his dump stat.

Will was half-elven, so probably tall (not that the bar is very high for Orym at 3'3"... literally).

He probably also had decent strength. Especially if he was anything like Derrig, who had a STR stat of 18.

Dorian - Sweet, gentle, and charming. Tall (around 6 feet), with surprisingly high STR for a primary spellcaster (College of Swords Bard, baby!)

Not unintelligent per se (he's technically above the civilian average of 10), but not especially bright by PC standards. Has an INT stat of 12, which is 1 less than Orym’s. Definitely at least an Honorary Himbo, if not a True Himbo. Plus, his brother Cyrus is definitely a himbo, so clearly it runs in the family.

Ashton - I think most people wouldn't classify Ashton as a true himbo, and I am inclined to agree. Himbos are typically nice to people, and Ashton is not particularly nice before you get to know them. That said, Ashton is kind, particularly to people in unfortunate circumstances ("Never steal copper", how gentle they were with Professor Sumal after Ludinus scrambled her brain, etc.)

As Orym said to Ashton in e79: "Despite your stony exterior, you have a soft heart."

Ashton stands at 5'10" in his regular form, and just shy of 8' in his newly revealed Titan form, so he ranges from tall to Xtra Tall. And as a Barbarian, STR is naturally their best stat. Ashton actually has pretty decent intelligence for a Barbarian, with an INT stat of 12 (same as Dorian), but it is also still lower than Orym’s by 1.

Dariax - I'll be honest, Dariax is really only here because Orym once confessed to checking out his butt and liking what he saw, lol.

ANYWAY, Dariax has peak Himbo Energy TM. He's a little chaotic, sure, but Dariax is friendly, affectionate, and surprisingly charming. His STR is actually decent for a Sorceror at 14. Plus, with an INT of 8 and a WIS of 9, he is officially in Dumb-as-a-Bag-of-Hair territory, lol. Dariax isn't super tall, being a Dwarf, but Dwarves are still taller than Halflings by around a foot on average.

So yeah. Orym likes men, and he likes them tall, strong, nice, and none too bright. 😂

#lol #1 part meta 1 part shitpost #i hope you enjoy the silly things my brain makes me think about #orym of the air ashari #ashton greymoore #dorian storm #dariax zaveon #will of the air ashari #big moon little moon #ashrym #dorym #cr3 #critical role #critical role spoilers #c3 e80 #exu

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venuscnjunctpluto · 1 year

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Astro pt. 8

Credits: @venuscnjunctpluto

* libra placement rappers have very high profiled relationships (ex: nba youngboy, lil durk, nle choppa)

*ginnifer goodwin killed her role as Snow White/Mary Margaret and I found out she has mercury conjunct chiron like me. She has a very soft caring voice and her character was also a teacher who helped cared deeply for her students (and one of them turned out to be her grandson lol)

*this placements does well on podcasts because we once we learn to understand our pain and develop the ability to speak freely about it which a lot of people can’t do (Miley Cyrus also has mercury-Chiron and hearing her talk about her divorce was therapeutic)

* Taurus placements take their time in love and can turn people off by moving so slowwww. Kanye West (taurus Venus and mars conjunct) was friends w Kim for years before they began dating. And in his song “Stronger” he repeatedly says “you know how long I’ve been on you since prince was on Apollonia.” They’re also very persistent lol

*rihanna and beyoncé have a lot of opposites. Their risings, suns, and venuses. They are good examples at the differences between libra and Aries. Beyoncé has a more polished and controlled image for the masses while rihanna has had a “bad girl” who does what she wants persona. Both work hard and are respected big cardinal energy

*my sister has mars in 3rd and I’m a Aries rising. My cousin has Saturn in 3rd and his brother is a Capricorn rising. Your third house placements could signal what your siblings placements are. I also have cancer on 3rd and my sister is a cancer rising. She has libra in 3rd and im a libra moon.

*mars in 3rd is the worst person to argue with because they say the most terrible things in a heartbeat.

*leo risings babies either have alot of thick hair or their hair took longer to grow.

* Taurus risings are noticeable w their thick brows and prominent noses (plus some sort of jewelry) , Aries risings have huge heads and usually look somewhat fit, Virgo risings have the most doll like eyes that make them look soft, Gemini risings are very talkative and like bold bright colors esp nail polish, Sagittarius rising come across as wise but also smile a lot (they have slender faces as well), cancer rising have a shy aura and round cheeks (plus dimples), Leo risings usually have chubby cheeks and cute smiles w buttonish noses.

*also I notice Aries risings tend to like neutral colors. Our complexions can be so reddish or vibrant that sometimes bold colors are too much.

*i instantly know when I have Venus in 1st synastry w someone. The Venus person will try to get your attention at some point and want to talk to you. When they do, they’ll stand very close with you and mirror your posture. And they look at you like “😍”

*the ppl who bully their crushes are sag risings (Aries in 5th), Aries venuses, Scorpio venuses, Venus/Mars in 8th. It has to be the Martian energy. They can be hostile but I think it’s because they’re have such strong feelings so when their crush does anything they view as a slight…they’re in a bad mood.

*cancer + taurus placements might have an issues with alcohol

*Jhene Aiko is a perfect example of sag + Pisces placements. These people can be deeply spiritual or religious. They take their belief systems very seriously and it’s shown in their appearance. (Cross necklaces, tattoos, crystal bracelets, etc…)

*Big sean has moon-pluto and i notice straight men are attracted to women w aspects similar to their moon aspects. Jhene and Ariana (who he also dated) both have Venus opposition pluto so they’re behavior towards him probably reminds him of his relationship with his mom. I talked to a guy w moon square pluto and his mom was completely overbearing and I have Venus conjunct pluto. Or a straight guy with moon-square Uranus would be attracted to a woman w Uranus/ Aquarius energy.

#astro observations #astro notes #astro community #jhene aiko #ariana grande #cancer #rihanna #beyoncé #libra #aries #taurus venus

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uchihaharlot · 4 months

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I love your sketches about the Uchihas. I want to ask how a Uchiha men would react if you wanted to break up with them because of their bad habits and attitudes towards you?

You would want to break an Uchiha’s heart?? 😂😂😂 NONNY!!!! Lol, it’s barely five am and I’m laughing a little, in a good way, but this is so sad!! The curse of hatred loves this one simple trick.

I can’t for the life of me think any one of these men were really that flawed — I also am an Uchiha sympathizer, so …. Nothing but heart breaks by the dozen and maybe you were a bit blind!! The gods have spite them all of a sudden, you couldn’t look past just a few small things?? Their attitude towards their home, clan and family are things they won’t ever change for anyone!

I hope you sleep well at night! 😂😭

SFW; super sad Uchiha’s having their heart broken because Nonny here, can’t seem take the bad with the good (sarcastic here, but I can’t stop chuckling).

Madara:

What a bad older brother for putting his baby brother before you! How shameful, you are so so so jealous!! Jealous enough that you can’t seem to deal with it.

‘Didn’t anyone ever tell you blood is thicker than water?’ Those are the last words you ever hear out of Madara’s mouth! He’s entirely indifferent to your break up, in fact… ‘it’s probably best this way…’

Obito:

‘You think I’m too soft?’ When you told him to grow backbone he started to weep. Damn him for worshipping you, praising you and giving a damn about you! (😭🥹😂) Like a fucking dog with its tail between its legs, Obito stuffs his hands in his pockets and just turns heel to leave!! If by this point he hadn’t earned the Mangekyou Sharingan, he certainly did after this!! Will always keep tabs on you, in hopes you will return to him.

Shisui:

‘Is that really how you feel?’ He’s flabbergasted and sad to no end, you can’t stand that he puts the safety of your home before anyone else’s needs. Including yours and his, the village needs strong Shinobi and Shisui is never going to not defend his home with honor (he would die trying!!!). So much for being self sacrificing. He actually thought of jumping off a cliff before Danzo stole his right eye!! Shisui loves you so much!!! His heart is broken, his best friend, Itachi, spends so much time just reaffirming that Shisui is a great man! That he didn’t do anything wrong and you are just a girl, nothing more.

Itachi:

What do you mean he is too absorbed with himself?? He’s a high caliber shinobi!! Sorry sis, I think Itachi is rather unfazed, you didn’t get the reaction you wanted and two weeks later realize what you’re missing. By then he’s found Izumi. Which was always his intented anyway, and thankfully for you teaching him that love may hurt….but the grass is always greener on the other side!

#Alexa this is so sad #play despacito #pewdiepie meme #uchiha headcanons #madara headcanons #obito headcanons #shisui headcanons #shisui deserved better #itachi headcanons #madara uchiha #obito uchiha #shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #nothing breaks like a heart

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fatalevil · 2 years

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#kawaii core #pink core #pink aesthetic #kawaii aesthetic #baby pink aesthetic #japan aesthetic #sanrio #y2k #hello kitty #japan core #kawaii #my melody #soft pink aesthetic #y2k aesthetic #baby pink #zac efron #miley cyrus #soft core #pink blog

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leggerefiore · 2 months

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cw: light pregnancy mentions, previous eggpreg, pokehybrid au, honchkrow Cyrus, Cyrus being broody

pairing: Cyrus/Reader

late easter fic djajsn

Bird hybrids proved to be quite fascinating. Their differences were just foreign enough to humans to cause great intrigue, yet similar enough to allow for a familiarity that did not lead to distress, as opposed to something shown by bug hybrids. Many were free spirits — perhaps due to their nature of taking to the sky and going where they pleased. Few seemed grounded within in human society. Those few, however, were still existent and worthy of acknowledgement.

Somehow, you had ended up in a relationship with one of those few earthly sorts, but you could only describe him as anything but that. His gaunt features mixed with a strong physique. Large black wings spread out from his back, yet he was so careful to keep them neatly pressed together and out of the way. A plumage on his head was carefully blended into the usual spiky style that he preferred. One would have to examine the hair thoroughly to spot the dark feathers blended within the blue strands. Any possible talons were trimmed away from a more human appearance. The mixture created an otherworldly appearance for a lingering moment.

This, of course, was until one saw him in a baggy t-shirt and pyjama bottoms tapping away at his tablet. Then, he seemed quite clearly a Honckrow hybrid. Feathers were a bit disorderly and shed, and the plumage, much like a hat, sat on his head. Whatever mythological imagery he might bring to mind was replaced with his obvious mundane nature. Truly, he was an earthly bird. Not a flightless one — No, he was simply a being that belonged within the cage of human society to play whatever unfortunate role it had prescribed to him.

You had fallen for him quite hard, naturally. His charms were much too subtle for most people yet downright consuming to someone more unacquainted with his personality. A gentle touch that was sadly rare was only less maddening that his face twisted with pleasure during intimate moments. Those sides of Cyrus — they almost seemed only for you. Rare and foreign; secretive and obscured. It was a sign of his comfort around you, too. His less composed appearance and acceptance of his inhuman traits. Few got to see such sights, yet they were near daily occurrences for you.

Blankets were manoeuvred around the bed in an eerily organised manner — almost like what he had done before a mating season. This was certainly not that, however. Not at all. Cyrus almost seemed to puff up, his wings and other plumage actually doing so. He sat in the centre, tablet in hand, and blanket over his lap. His gaze pierced you for a moment before softening. No word was spoken. The soft tapping of his fingers echoed out in the otherwise silent room.

Mating season had come and gone. Cyrus's usual inhibitions and careful behaviour had fallen once and brought something entirely new. Something that you thought was truly going to kill you from how much exhaustion it wrought. One might suppose that you were luckier than most to be gifted a slight reprise between a birth and a baby, but you found the entire experience just as bad. The egg felt much more fragile than a human baby. Though, that responsibility was pulled from your hands without you realising it.

“Are you still broody?” you teased him lightly as you joined him in the make-shift nest. His gaze coldly drifted to you. That was a yes. It was truly unexpected to see him shift from his usual stern exterior to whatever this was. The egg was carefully sat in his lap to be kept warm by both his body and the blanket. There had been a few times when he tried to chase you off, but a harsh word would snap him back to reality and remind him that you had just as much of a right to be around the egg as he did. You leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed. His warmth was pleasant even to you.

Closing your eyes, you let your mind drift. Cyrus appeared to have returned to whatever work that he was doing on his tablet. Thoughts of possible names crossed your mind again. A test had confirmed that you were expected a little girl. You expected him to seem disappointed, but his expression almost held a hint of relief at the words. Did he want a daughter? It was impossible to read his mind most of the time. You let out a hum unconsciously. Moving a hand to rest on the egg, you wondered just who they were going to be. Without a doubt, she was a Murkrow hybrid.

A soft sound broke your train of thought. Opening an eye, you looked at Cyrus. His gaze was still on the tablet. Did he hum? You thought that you had heard him, but it appeared that you were mistaken. Drifting back onto possibilities, you relaxed completely again. A wing shifted around you. You hummed again. A soft tune wafted around the room. It was a gentle, familiar melody that you could not quite place. Leaning more into Cyrus's shoulder, you listened to his song silently. It was so rare that he allowed himself to do vocal calls.

Slowly, you drifted off to sleep as he continued the song.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon cyrus x reader #cyrus x reader #cyrus/reader #pokemon/reader #pokehybrid au

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cecilebutcher · 3 months

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〈⛯ℂ𝕪𝕣𝕦𝕤 𝕆𝕝𝕪𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕒⛯〉

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“You are the dancing queen

Young and sweet only 17”

!!Likes do nothing, Reblog instead!!

C.w: cheating. Depression.

Cyrus is part of my twst x Greek mythology oc series. Go check it out!

⊱Bᴀsɪᴄs⊰

Name: Cyrus Olympia

Age:17

Date of birth: June 19

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Hight: 177cm

Dorm: Rosantée (a beautiful dorm made by @midnightmah07 & @viilpstick)

Class: 2B

Place of birth:

Father: Aegaeon Olympia (48)

Mother: Dimitra Titan (42)

Step mother: Eileen Olympia (50)

Brother: Lex Olympia (19)

Brother: Seraphim Olympia(19)

Sister: Daria Olympia (18)

Twin Sister: Cinda Olympia (17)

Brother: Nestor Olympia (16)

Sibling: Aison Olympia (16)

Sister: Xena Olympia (6)

Dominant hand: right

Based off: Apollo(Greek mythology)

Sexuality: Bisexual, poly.

⊱Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ⊰

Cyrus is a 177cm guy with tanned skin and freckles scattered all over his body, most noticeable are the ones on his face and shoulders, alongside a Beaty mark next to his mouth. He has blond wavy hair that reaches a bit under his shoulders that has grey strands scattered all around. He has a lean frame and baby soft skin, but is surprisingly strong.

⊱Vᴏɪᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ⊰

D4vd (singer)

⊱Cʟᴜʙ⊰

Music club.

⊱Bᴇsᴛ Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ⊰

Poison making. Music.

⊱Hᴏʙʙʏ⊰

Any and all things that relate to music. Archery. Camping. Travel. Dancing. Painting. Drawing. Artsy stuff. Poetry. Gardening.

⊱Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ⊰

Cyrus was born to a single mom along side his twin sister Cinda. Their mother, Dimitra, had slept with their father without knowing that he was married with children. After they were born all theee of them- him his sister and mom -moved in with their father and his family. Surprisingly, things went smoothly and they even got three more siblings.

Cyrus grew up loving music art and anything that’s artsy and creative. From a young age his parents would buy him instruments of all kinds for him to try, and he would excel in each and every single one they gave him. When he turned 14 he started to upload music he wrote on wetube for the world to see, and he quickly blew up. In only a year he had a large fan base. Now at 17, Cyrus is the biggest indie artists out there.

ᵉʳʳᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵗʳʸ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ˡᵒᵘᵃᵈ....

⊱Sᴘᴇᴀᴄɪᴀʟ Mᴀɢɪᴄ⊰

-:Helios’ light:-

The ability to create instruments out of thin air that act like light. He can create up to 30 instruments at a time. The instrument he creates can play on their own or he can play them, and he can create a melody that changes a person mood. For example he can create a calming melody, or a sad melody, or an angry melody. No matter what type of music it is, the melody is always what he wants.

⊱Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs Oɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs⊰

𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎: Rosehearts? I think I know him? Though in all honesty I pay no attention to that school.

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚢: I don’t know. But why is his name just…. Three?

𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊: ah prince Kingscholar. In the wise words of my beloved twin sister Cinda, what a fucking bitch.

𝚁𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎: He’s like, Leona’s henchman, right? Poor guy.

𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖: Ah Kalim is so cute! I met him when we were kids and he’s always been so shy and adorable~

𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕: He’s too serious in my opinion. And way too overpriced. But I suppose he has his reasons.

𝙰𝚣𝚞𝚕: who?

𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚎: oh I have some of those! Jade gems are just so pretty you know?

𝚅𝚒𝚕: Vil! Oh I’ve worked with him before and he is so cool!! Words cannot describe Vil Shoenheit. Truly they cannot.

𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚔: Rook Hunt! Ah, such a fun guy. Me my sister and mom go hunting with his family a lot, so much fun. He’s crazy, but definitely fun.

𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚊: my beloved Cousin Idia shroud. Seeing him, I just want to put him under one of those lamps they place plants under so they get light.

𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚜: the oh so great Mallues Draconia. I have no opinion on him. Though he is pretty hot.

𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊: idk who that is in all honestly. Next.

𝙽𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚎: I’ve worked with Neige a few times. He’s nice. And has a nice singing voice. I don’t have much of an opinion on him.

⊱Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ⊰

Positive traits: kind, nice, generous, clever, intelligent, creative, responsible, reliable, brave, confident, independent, loyal, dedicated, cheerful, supportive, helpful, ambitious, caring, loving, easy going, open minded, patient, empathetic, witty, self confident, talented, gifted, truthful, passionate, friendly, sociable, charismatic, charming, warm.

Negative traits:fearful, anxious, argumentative, possessive, jealous, envious, naive, spoilt, unstable, uncontrollable, wild, pushy, petty, emotional, cunning, passive, chaotic, egotistical, prideful.

Neutral traits: energetic, positive, honest, lighthearted, sarcastic, competitive, sentimental, private, soft, talkative, flirtatious, dreamy.

⊱Fᴜɴ Fᴀᴄᴛs⊰

Worked with Vil before and is friends with him.

RSA golden boy.

1000% mamas boy.

Super fucking fun.

Like he doesn’t get angry.

He gets upset and is pretty dramatic but doesn’t get angry.

But if you manage to get him angry.

The only thing you can do is pray.

Super fucking emotional.

Their dad’s favorite son. Not kid, that’s Daria.

Hopeless romantic no1.

Has a new crush every other week.

Spoke 10 lies his whole life.

Bitch. Just. Straight up bitch.

Closest to Nestor and Cinda.

Most famous and biggest indie singer ever.

60% of his songs are love songs

30% are about him mom and sister.

10% about whatever he feels like.

Designated doctor.

Because he is a doctor

Don’t ask how he can be a doctor a singer and a student at the same time.

He’s built different.

Surprisingly strong.

Has a tattoo off a sun flower over a sun on his back.

Top of his class.

Flirt.

Went through a one year long depression where his life was in danger.

Is better now, but still takes anti depressants.

Cried when Cinda said she wouldn’t attend nrc with him.

In her own words “too much guys. No thanks”

Has three swans.

No one likes them except for him.

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

#twisted wonderland #twst #❦cece #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst x Greek mythology

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misslavenderlady · 7 months

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Love at First Bite pt. 3💞

David/Female!OC & Male!OC/Female!OC

Summary: Months have gone by and the bond between Oliver and Sis has grown quite a lot. So much to a point where romance is in the air between them. When he proves how much he truly cares about her, the vampire king decides it's ready for the next step in bringing Oliver and his bride closer~

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and her characters from the series Party the Pain Away and the various fics that take place afterwards. Ghoulie and I discussed the possibility of having another boy join the coven after so many girls were brought in. Please read the previous parts if you haven't yet!

WARNINGS: Fic contains mentions of animal death, trauma, PTSD emotional manipulation, power dynamics, toxic relationship dynamics, threats, attempted mugging, knife, cut wound, mentions of blood/murder, sex and alcohol, bribery/blackmail. This has references to Ghoulie's stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987.

5 Months Ago

Sis could never be alone with her thoughts for too long. She always had to keep herself distracted by something during the night. No matter what she was doing – spending time with her babies, going on dates, or hunting for food – she had to keep her mind from wandering..

When that happened, terrible memories crept into her brain. Horrifying visions of the nightmares she had experienced while wide awake began to play back. Her mother's murder by her own hand. The first time she witnessed the boys feed. Hunters stealing her child and making an escape into the daylight.

Those were the memories that she would be forced to relive again and again and AGAIN the day she left this world for good. No beastly monster could ever hope to see the light of a peaceful realm after death. She had to make the most of her time alive.

After all, she almost didn't make it the night that Cyrus the terrible tore her head from her pregnant body. It was truly hell for her. For them all.

The times when she struggled with those memories were the ones that she found herself longing for something from her human life. Something that was not corrupted by vampires and bloodshed. She had something long ago, which was taken by that very thing.

Queen. Her beloved kitty cat.

Though spoiled beyond belief and incredibly sassy in nature, Queen was a wonderful pet to Sis. Her fur was always soft and fluffy, making it extra pleasant to stroke. Sis loved the way she perched on her stomach to act as a heating pad whenever she dealt with monthly cramps. Her soft purrs and head rubs made Sis' feel safe and loved.

They were loyal companions until the very end…..when David snapped poor Queen's neck.

Sis rarely thought about that terrible night. Thinking about holding the body of her fur baby after the horrid crunch of broken bones filled her ears never failed to bring tears to Sis' eyes. The only reason she began to think about her cat again after years of being a vampire was because she had found an old belonging of Queens.

It had been an uneventful night. Some spring cleaning to occupy her mind. Sis was simply looking for some old antiques to either pawn or decorate the nest with. A velvet jewelry box had caught her eye, sparking an old memory of what she had put inside long ago.

Queen's collar. The last thing she had to remember the kitty by. It even had the tag with Sis's old address on it. Now it was a faded memory of what was once home for the two.

Any work that had captured Sis's focus was forgotten by her. She was completely stuck. Just staring at the trinket and letting tears slip down her cheeks as she grieved in silence.

"My sweet," a raspy voice called to Sis, pulling her attention away. "What're you up to tonight?"

David. Of course, he would pick the worst possible time to try to cause some mischief. Her grip tightened around the woven fabric of the old collar. Her hand trembled terribly, collecting all of her anxiety and anger into one tiny part of her body.

How dare he show his face now? The murderer who took the innocent pet from this world too soon. Even with love and happiness and a beautiful family, Sis would never forget what a monster her husband was. He struck pure terror in her heart when he took her kitty away.

He knew how much she loved her baby, and he still killed the cat without an iota of guilt in his blackened heart.

"Nothing," Sis said, putting the collar back in the jewelry box before shoving it away. "Where's that bottle of absinthe we have?"

David raised an eyebrow at her question. When Sis needed a powerful drink, she usually went for vodka. She had to be in a really bad mental state if she wanted something even harder.

Still, he knew exactly why she wanted it. He could hear all the mournful thoughts of the pet he destroyed long ago. Her lingering trauma from the incident with Cyrus made him realize she needed something to help her feel better.

"Bottom center cupboard on our drink shelf in the study," he told her. "It's tucked away in the very back."

Sis nodded, immediately taking leave. She kept her eyes focused on the ground she moved on, not meeting David's gaze. Though it wasn't exactly subtle, David excused that, as he knew her negative feelings were caused by him.

The darkness in him did not feel remorse for what he did long ago. In his corrupted mind, it was a necessary step in the training to bring the little lady into his life. The queen of the undead needed to be aware that actions had consequences.

Still, David and his boys had grown softer since Sis had come into their lives. She brought out warmth and love they had once assumed was gone when their humanity was destroyed. The past few years had been nothing but sacrifice from her.

She deserved so much for all that she had given for this family. Perhaps the least he could do was provide a new companion as a replacement for Queen. Something protective and loyal, yet kind and gentle with her. Something to keep her safe.

Something…..or someone.

Current Day

Oliver wasn't sure what he did to deserve someone as fantastic as Sis, but he wasn't going to take it for granted.

Ever since the girls night out she had with her lady friends, Oliver has gotten the opportunity to spend more and more time with her. It became a special bonding experience for the two of them.

A few times a week, Sis would stroll into the restaurant on the arm of a gorgeous date or two. Sometimes it was her husbands, other times it was one of her girlfriends, and sometimes it was a fresh face that ended up disappearing before the date even ended. Oliver didn't know what their problem was ditching her like that, but that just motivated him into making her night extra special.

Every time the closing hour came, Sis stuck around a little longer. She always saved some wine for the two of them to share, invited him to take a seat, and spent some time chatting with Oliver.

It was one of his favorite things to look forward to during the week. He endured plenty of chaotic shifts just to get his moments alone with her.

He was pleasantly surprised to find out how much they had in common. They both had a parent who lost their spouse, but still persisted in life, they both valued hard work, and they both adored children. It was just so easy to talk to her about the ups and downs of life.

"I gotta say, you're really lucky having such a big family," Oliver complimented her over their drinks. "I wanted brothers and sisters so bad when I was a kid."

"I'm sure you would have been the best big brother to them," Sis assured him. It brings me joy to have my family by my side, but I do get what it's like to be lonely. To want some companionship."

That was certainly something Oliver could understand. His father couldn't bear to find love again when his mother passed. He didn't blame the guy, as he talked so highly of her when recounting stories of her life. Even if he could barely remember her, Oliver could tell his mother was the light of his father's life.

He had always wanted to find that kind of love too.

"I'm just grateful for all the after school stuff. Playing basketball with my friends and coaching the younger kids was always a highlight after my day."

"I think it's sweet how devoted you were to them," Sis cooed. "A good man who cares about little ones is hard to come by."

Oliver's cheeks flushed and his smile widened from his feelings of bashfulness. No matter how many nights he sat across from Sis and talked about life, he always found himself overwhelmed with positivity from her words. She was just so full of warmth and kindness. He treasured that quality in her more than she probably realized.

"It's the least I could do. And even so, I think you're even more admirable. Being a parent to three babies and helping take care of several others is no small task."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do!" Oliver assured her. "I'm sure you're an amazing mom to them."

Sis smiled back at the redheaded boy. Oliver had such a natural gift for making her happy. For far too long now she had heard the despicable thoughts of humans around her. Ones that saw her as a piece of meat to stick their dick into, or only told her pretty lies to get on her good side for their personal benefit.

But whenever she gazed into his mind, she only saw kindness. Someone who genuinely wanted to listen and be her friend. Sure, he found her to be quite attractive, but his desire to be respectful outweighed everything else. He supported her other relationships and felt happy just getting the chance to spend time with her.

The more she got to know him, the more Sis found herself growing attached to the human. So much to a point where the fear of going out into the cold, dark world was no longer as strong as it once was.

"Ollie," she spoke, reaching outward to stroke her painted nails across his fingertips. "It's a beautiful night out. You wanna go for a walk along the beach?"

Green eyes widened and his freckled cheeks stretched to accommodate his big smile.

"I'd love to!"

It had been ages since Sis felt comfortable enough to go out without her mates acting as security. Though she was well aware of their presence lurking in the shadows not too far from where she went, progress was still being made.

Sis loved the open space of the Santa Carla Beach. Having a slower time in the year allowed her to enjoy the long miles of sand and water. Just the sounds of the breeze and the rocking waves to act as background.

It was all so perfectly peaceful, and Oliver helped make it even more special.

He truly was a gentleman, holding out his arm for her to hold onto. All she had to do was stay by his side and nuzzle close as she talked about whatever she wanted.

All the while, Oliver's heart was racing like a jackrabbit. It made the vampire queen delighted to know he was so head over heels for her. Even without the physical reactions, she could still hear a massive collection of wild thoughts in his head. They all spun around like a tornado.

She's so amazing. I feel like such a dork compared to her. Am I walking too fast? Too slow? Her perfume smells incredible. She's so beautiful. Don't fuck this up, Oliver. You're so lucky to be with her.

I really want to kiss her.

Sis sighed peacefully and relaxed against her tall companion. Such frantic thoughts made for the perfect lullaby to soothe a stressed vampire.

"I'm sorry, am I being too quiet?" Oliver asked out loud. Little did he know he was being far from it in his head.

"Not at all, darling~" Sis assured him.

Boy, did that get his heart fluttering even faster.

Sis enjoyed the sound of it all throughout their stroll. Even as they moved out of the sandy stretch of land and back onto the concrete sidewalks that connected into the city area, Sis was only focused on her companion.

So much to a point where she almost wasn't paying attention when a new presence made itself known.

"FREEZE!"

The sudden shout made the two of them jolt in surprise. Both their sets of eyes locked on a figure that had jumped out from behind a random street corner. A black ski mask covered the man's entire face while dark clothes and gloves covered the rest of his body.

In his hand was a switchblade knife. Long and shining under the moonlight. Oliver's heart nearly stopped at the sight of the weapon.

"Don't do anything stupid," the man hissed. "You're both gonna do exactly as I say. Got it?"

Sis was not at all impressed by this idiotic robber. Too many times she'd dealt with his kind. They all wave around some weapon that can't actually do permanent damage on a creature like herself, make empty threats in exchange for money or jewelry, and yet scream like babies as she tore their throats out. They never learned their lesson.

But Oliver didn't know that. In his mind, she was just as human as he was, and the first instinct he had was to protect her from getting hurt by this stranger.

To Sis' surprise, Oliver gently tugged her behind his back. He put both his hands up in defense while keeping her blocked from any attacks he feared the robber would pull.

"Okay okay," he said, trying his best to sound calm and collected. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt her."

The robber gripped his switchblade tighter, waving it in the redhead's face.

"I won't hurt her so long as she hands over all the jewelry she's got on. Starting with that fancy looking choker."

If her heart still could beat, it would have skipped at that moment. Sis' eyes widened in fear and her hand fell to the base of her necklace out of instinct.

Besides her wedding ring, that particular piece of jewelry meant the world to her. David had gifted it to her as a way to cover up the nasty scar that Cyrus left the night he took her head off. She couldn't stand the sight of it without the haunting memories, so David made sure she had the beautiful piece to cover it and take her mind off of that traumatizing experience.

Not only that, but having a collar style brought her memories of when Queen was still alive. Though it wasn't like the collar her kitty had, such a style of jewelry had familiar aspects that gave Sis comfort. Like she would always have a piece of her companion with her.

She couldn't bear the idea of getting her choker taken away. Oliver could sense the fear in her heart as she cowered behind him, gripping his arm tightly.

He wouldn't let her get hurt in any way.

"Look, man," Oliver said. "I've got over a hundred and fifty dollars from the tips I made tonight in my wallet. I've also got my debit card. They're all yours if you want, just please don't take her stuff."

"Oliver…" Sis whispered. She couldn't believe how even in the face of danger he was willing to sacrifice his own belongings so hers wouldn't be taken away.

That answer didn't fly with the robber though.

"Fuck you, asshole! I said EVERYTHING," the robber snapped, getting angrier by the moment. He wasn't fucking around, and he made certain the two understood him loud and clear.

With a flick of his wrist, the robber swiped the switchblade outward, slicing towards Oliver. Though he jumped backward, the sharp edge nicked his skin, causing him to yipe out in pain.

Sis was ready to start breaking bones and tearing limbs. How dare this piece of shit hurt Oliver? It was like kicking a puppy. Even so, he must have had the same thing in mind, because he acted faster than she did.

Even with his new wound, Oliver moved swiftly, using a fist to knock the handle out of the robber's fingers. Merely half a second after that, he threw himself shoulder-first into the upper torso of his attacker, knocking him off balance and sending him down on his ass. It was truly a "blink and you'll miss it" moment.

"Leave us alone, creep!" Oliver scolded at him, kicking the discarded switchblade across the pavement and into a nearby storm drain. It clanged against metal bars before disappearing from sight.

Even with a disarmed and injured attacker, Oliver and Sis didn't wait around to see what he planned next. Hand-in-hand, they ran in the opposite direction, putting plenty of distance in between themselves and him. With a good pace, they were able to make it out of the area and back to the entrance of his apartment building. Even something small and dingy was better than dealing with a mugging.

"Ollie, you crazy boy!" Sis said in shock, ushering him inside. She couldn't believe the amount of bravery the human had shown. "You could have gotten hurt worse. You could have gotten killed!"

Even with her frightened expression, Oliver returned one with a soft look in his eyes.

"So could you," he pointed out. "I was scared to death he was gonna do something bad to you. I couldn't let that happen!" He tried to fish his apartment keys out, but was too distracted by the blood dripping and pain shooting in his hand.

Though the bright red painted his pale skin beautifully, Sis was surprisingly not in the mood to feed. Her undead heart was aching over how Oliver put himself in danger like that. He had no idea how unnecessary it was to do something courageous for a vampire.

"Let's get you patched up, Hun," she cooed, taking the keys from his grasp in order to unlock the door.

Though Oliver didn't have much since moving to Santa Carla, he at least had preparations for emergencies. A hefty first aid kit was packed away under the kitchen sink, completely stocked with enough gauze, disinfectant, and wound cleaning supplies for a whole army.

Even with his competency in caring for the cut, Sis still helped as much as she could. She tenderly held his injured hand while he used the good one to finish cleaning and bandaging. Her soft fingers caressed his skin to help soothe him more.

"There! Good as new!" Oliver stated proudly. His hand would heal in no time.

"Well, at least let me help a little bit more," Sis offered. She lifted Oliver's hand to her lips, gently kissing over his bandages. Whenever one of her babies got a boo boo, she did the same thing. It made the redhead smile.

"That does help me feel better, thank you.*

The two of them fell silent for a moment. It made Sis ponder about what this boy had done for her. For months now he had taken care of her as a go-to server. He loved to wait on her hand and foot. The nights they spent drinking wine and talking about life made her feel like her heart could start beating again. He was just so genuine and sweet.

And now he had proven he'd put his life on the line for her. Though she was more than capable of protecting herself, Cyrus had taken away a piece of her bravery. Her dignity. Her power.

Oliver returned it to her. He wouldn't ever let anything hurt her when she was out enjoying the night she was reborn into. That was something she couldn't possibly repay him for in thanks.

But it couldn't hurt to try anyway.

"Maybe this will help even more," she whispered. With her eyes fluttering shut and her body moving forward, Sis brought herself in nice and close so she could kiss him.

The hammering of Oliver's heart was like a sympathy in her ears. His lips were red-hot on her chilled skin. Her breathless body enjoyed the sigh of delight he let out. Both his arms wrapped around her as she took hold of his face in her hands.

He was practically putty in her hands now. Warm and cozy and full of joy.

Oh God, I think I love her.

Make that full of love.

Outside the apartment, a familiar figure was watching the dim light flicker in one of the windows. Smoke puffed past his lips as he took another lungful of his cigarette. He had gone through the whole smoke, and yet he didn't once take his eyes off of the silhouette before him.

His wife was kissing the human waiter. A passionate kiss. One that radiated with gratitude and warmth. He would have been overwhelmed by the little green monster called jealousy if he knew Sis would push her luck with Oliver. But she didn't. Their kiss ended with the two holding each other. A hug of great tenderness to share their gratitude in one anothers safety.

He knew Sis was falling for Oliver. She would have drained him ages ago if she wasn't. Though he preferred to see his fellow coven members touch his bride rather than some lowly human, he knew this was what was best for her. She needed a new love. A companion to make her feel safe.

"Everything go alright, my king?"

David turned his head away from the window to look at the guest he now had. Hidden in the shadows was a figure clothed from head to toe in black. A ski mask shielded his face.

"It did," he answered, flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the ground. "You can take the mask off. Nobody will see you."

The figure nodded before peeling the mask off his head. A mess of dark curls were freed, revealing the appearance of Matthew, Oliver's coworker. It wasn't long ago that he had offered the redhead advice on playing it safe around David and his wife. To be good and live to see another day.

But even those who looked out for the innocent in Santa Carla still remained trapped under the claws of the vampire king.

"You did good tonight, kid," David complimented him. He slipped a gloved hand into his pocket, revealing a massive envelope stuffed full with five thousand dollars. Much more than what Oliver has offered to spare Sis.

Matthew frowned, hesitating at the reward. It never felt right doing things like this, and it never got better.

"I hope I didn't hurt him too bad. I wish I had used a fake knife instead…"

"Nonsense! It wouldn't have been authentic," David smirked, pushing the cash into Matthew's hand.

"Don't beat yourself up over it. You did your job, and now you can go home to that handsome fiancé of yours. I'm sure that money will be quite helpful for your wedding. Ian's a very lucky guy. Wouldn't want to lose someone special like that, right?"

Matthew gulped, hands trembling and growing clammy from the king mentioning his husband-to-be. He had made threats to stop by for a visit if Matthew didn't agree to this in the first place.

"Yes, my king," he sighed. "So long as you and the queen are happy, then we're happy".

David grinned devilishly to himself. Now that the redheaded boy had passed the test, he knew for certain he was going to make the perfect gift for Sis. With his eyes moving back over the light of the window, his mind danced with devious plans of what was to come next for Oliver.

"Oh believe me, I am ecstatic."

end of part 3

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Angels like you

Note: this is inspired by Angels like you by Miley Cyrus

“Flowers in hand, waiting for me”

Today was yours and Jamie’s six month anniversary. You knew that it was but you didn’t care. You decided getting drunk and partying with your friends was better because you were never showed love before and didn’t know how to return it.

Around four in the morning you stumble into your apartment. Jamie immediately stands up from the couch and walks over to you.

“Jesus” he says taking in your drunken state. I take off my shoes and attempt to walk but fall into his arms. “I was so worried” he says kissing the top of my head. “You aren’t mad?” I ask. “No you just forgot right?” He replies. “No” I reply. His face expression softens and I immediately regret it. “Let’s get you to bed” he says softly. He picks me up and brings me to my bedroom.

“Change into this” he says handing me clothes. “No” I say. “y/n please” he pleads. “No” I say again. He sighs and kneels down beside the bed. “Jesus Christ Jamie leave me alone!” I yell. His eyes go wide. “No” he says taking my shirt off for me and changing me.

“I brought you down to your knees”

“Cause they say that misery loves company”

You have a history with mental illness and Jamie knows that. You were always very open about your struggles online. He always tries to give you the benefit of the doubt no matter what even if his teammates constantly tell him that your crazy and that he needs to break it off.

In all honesty Jamie wasn’t surprised that you blew him off. He was used to it by now.

After he gets you settled in he makes his way back out to the living room.

He cuts the stems and put the flowers he got you in a vase on the kitchen counter.

You could hear his sobs and him beating himself up from the bedroom.

You start to cry uncontrollably. Jamie heard and comes in to comfort you not caring about what he’s feeling.

“I’m sorry baby it was my fault I should have asked you if we were still on for tonight” he says running his hand up and down on your back soothingly. “It’s not you” I manage to get out between sobs.

“It’s not your fault I ruin everything”

“And it’s not your fault I can’t be what you need”

“Baby, angels like you can’t fly down hell with me”

“I’m everything they said I would be”

You wake up with Jamie’s armed wrapped around your torso. You had a pounding headache and a aching heart. You look over at Jamie and see that his eyes were all red and puffy. Last night memories all come flooding back.

You start to cry at last nights fiasco.

Jamie begins to stir awake and realizes that’s your crying.

“Hey hey” he says pushing your hair behind your ear. “I’m so sorry” I cry into his chest. “It’s okay baby” he says rubbing my back. “No it’s not” I reply. “Jamie I can’t keep doing this to you” I say. He pulls away and looks at me. “No no your not breaking up with me” he replies. “I have to, I can’t keep hurting you” I say in between sobs. “Your not it’s fine” he says pulling me into his chest. “Yes I am” I say pulling away. I look into his eyes for a while before leaning in. The kiss was filled with passion, and heart break. It slowly turns into a make out session. I pull at his shirt singling that I want it off. I pull away and look at him. “No I can’t do this to you anymore” I say getting up. He ignores what I was saying and pulls me back down on the bed.

“I’ll put you down slow, love you goodbye”

“Before you let go, just one more time”

“Take off your clothes pretend that it’s fine”

Jamie begins to doze back to sleep. “Jamie” I say. “I know” he replies. He sits up and cups my face in his hands. “I love you, but I wish that I never met you” he admits. I go white and feel tears start to fall. He gives me a soft smile before getting up and collecting his belongings.

“Close your eyes”

“I know that your wrong for me”

“Gonna wish we never met on the day I leave”

“I brought you down on your knees”

“Cause they say that misery loves company”

Jamie walks over to me with tears running down his face as well. He wipes my tears then kisses me. He pulls away and I find myself chasing after his lips. He walks out of my bedroom not even looking back.

He knows that this is for the best but for now it just sucks.

“It’s not your fault I ruin everything”

“And it’s not your fault I can’t be what you need”

“Baby, angels like you can’t fly down hell with me”

“I’m everything they said I would be”

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