#especially the ocs who also dye their hair

[sso-montana]

Question bc I'm curious and bored but how much do your OCs take care of their hair? ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

Because Montana for sure has to have at least a 5-step hair care routine, she dyes and bleaches her hair regularly and on top of that has wavy/curly hair (2c or 3a depending on what ref bc those are confusing LOL) so she has to take care of it for it to be some form of healthy

#sso #ssoblr #sso oc #star stable online #especially the ocs who also dye their hair #but just generally curious bc I only learned how to take care of my own hair in the last 2 years or so #somehow kid me didn't realize we had curly hair #I think it's wavy but my friends say it's more curly doe ehhh still not so sure abt that part but whatever

[halloweencatsart]

Updated references for my ocs Erica and Ana!

Erica is a conspiracy theorist/paranormal investigator and Ana is her best friend who has magical true sight.

#additional fun facts: #ana is jewish #erica's hair just grows like that and no one knows why #especially not her. she has so many theories about it though #it used to be blonde but when she was six she tried to dye it and it's been like this ever since #ana has six older sisters but only three of them live with her and their parents #the only family erica has is her mom and some extended family members who all live several states away #ana has a good relationship with her family but erica doesn't #ana is much more of a skeptic about things than erica. she also has a tendency towards sarcasm #she does know for a fact that the supernatural exists (she's got the power to see magic things no one else can) #however unlike erica she questions evidence more and avoids leaping to conclusions #ana tries to help keep erica's wild theories grounded more in reality but doesn't completely dismiss them #while erica believes ana about what she sees when no one else does #not fandom stuff #my ocs #erica williams #ana wegner

[cialovesklopp]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — hiding from paparazzis by dyeing your hair and visiting your boyfriend’s match as well as meeting his found family is always fun

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 9.1k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — king of my heart [taylor swift], bébé [dadju]

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this chapter contains misogyny, sexual harassment, verbal abuse, cheating, mental health issues, toxic relationship, gaslighting, physical abuse (don’t really sure if it really counts as that but i think it does)

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — for anyone experiencing anything similar than what amara did, no matter how bad it is, i always have an ear free and there are several organizations that help people in situations like this. just remember that you’re not alone in this 🫶🏾

i also apologize for the timeline but beginner’s mistake: i forgot to install a timeline so some time marks shouldn’t make sense, just ignore it ☺️ and the ending feels a bit rushed because i was scared of it becoming too long

taglist: @lorarri @locedes @aechii

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𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

she was tired of waiting. sitting on the couch, her phone in her hand while the other was busy nervously tapping on the white furniture, another yawn escaped her lips.

the dim yellow light shone on her, highlighting the eye rings underneath her eyelids. that certainly did not help keeping her awake when even her mirror reflection was screaming fatigue. yet she stayed awake.

even if she wanted to go to bed, she knew her mind wouldn’t let her sleep. she would be destined for another sleepless night, spend with her rolling and turning around in her bed. why couldn’t he just send her a message, small text that he was fine?

she was used to him not answering her calls sometimes or ignoring her on purpose. but evan had never left her that long without a sign of life. and that definitely worried her. especially because she didn’t want to fight with him.

another attempt to reach him failed as she was sent again straight to voicemail, the lump in her throat only getting bigger. she leaned back, her head making contact with the soft pillow as she let out another sigh. she didn’t even remark her eyelids closing or her hand letting go of the phone in her hand as she fell asleep. exhausting had taken her over.

although she didn’t sleep long. the turning of the doorknob and a person stumbling in instantly woke her up from her light sleep. her view was still a bit foggy as she blinked rapidly to get a clear view on the scene in front of her.

a quick glance at her phone told her it was one o’clock, reminding her that she had spent four hours waiting for her boyfriend to come home. four hours without any sign of life.

finally accustoming to the light, she was met with the view of her boyfriend, completely drunk, as he grabbed the commode next to him for stability. the long midi dress hung on her heavily as she stood up, walking towards him.

“where were you?” she demanded, anger mixing his worry as she took in the sight of him. “i was worried, you didn’t call. not even a little text so i know you’re alive. who knows maybe you were hit by a car or something. one life sign was all i needed from you!”

“just leave me alone amara,” he drunkenly slurred, slapping her hand away from his chest. “we were at a party. you know how john can be sometimes, he was in a mood to party.”

“and you couldn’t be bothered to tell me that? instead i had to sit here and wait because my mind was so worried about you. don’t you see how fucked up that is?”

“i’m sorry, just let it go.” he muttered, trying to move past her but amara was adamant on not letting him leave till they finished this conversation. especially because it was occurring so often those last few weeks. why was he so determined to go to bed though? why was he in such a hurry to get to the bedroom?

as he tried to move past her, amara felt her heart sink at the sight of his untucked shirt. she felt it break when the lingering scent of perfume she didn’t recognize made it to her nose and knew it belonged to a woman. but what shattered her heart into pieces, where she thought she’d never be able to glue them together was the significance of her realization. what it truly meant.

“you slept with someone again, didn’t you?” she asked him quietly, trying to maintain her composure.

the way he avoided her gaze was enough of an answer for her. she didn’t need to know more. no words could describe the disgust she felt when she met his eyes full of guilt.

“it wasn’t supposed to happen. i just had a lot to drink and john was telling us to let loose so i did, but i swear i didn’t mean to end up with her —.” he stammered, his voice slightly faltering.

“in bed?” amara inquired sarcastically, a pit of burning anger building up in her stomach. “no, instead you probably fucked her in the bathroom.” she retorted, swallowing heavily. “you promised to me! i can’t believe you would humiliate me like this again!”

she truly wanted to believe he could change. that his casanova days were over but she was met way too often with disappointment. and even though she could see the weight of his actions in his eyes, it had happened too often for amara to believe that his emotions were truly real. “i didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered, his voice low.

“you promised the last time that you wouldn’t cheat on me again. you said it was the last time.” she cried out, not able to hold her anger back any longer. “they think i’m stupid because of you. because of the way you painted me — that i’m the stupid girlfriend who is too weak to leave her cheating boyfriend. you made me… made me look like some dumb bimbo. again.” she yelled at him, her voice quivered with pain and trauma. “i can’t believe you would hurt me like this again.”

there was a heavy silence as amara brushed her tears away. “i’m leaving,” she said quietly, blinking away her tears. “i can’t do this anymore. i forgave each time, i accepted your promises, believed in them but this is not continuing. i’ll be leaving in the morning. i just… can’t do this anymore. i gave you so many chances and my heart can’t anymore.”

she tried to move past him, brush him off as she was about to walk past him but something held her up, more specifically evan grabbing her hand violently.

“evan stop it and let go of me.” she demanded swiftly, “you’re hurting me.”

“then start listening to me,” he replied to her, only tightening the grip on her hand. “i said i’m sorry about cheating. you’re just overreacting and playing miss diva again.

“i’m not overreacting evan. i waited the entire day, i called, i texted and you couldn’t even give me one sign of life. instead i find out you cheated on me and god knows how many times you have done that already. and everytime i forgave you but i can’t anymore. i don’t wanna be that stupid girlfriend anymore. all i ever needed was your support, not your constant humiliation.” amara croaked, her voice full of emotion.

he didn’t let go of her wrist but he didn’t apply more force to it either. and as amara looked into his eyes, she was surprised by how much she couldn’t recognize him.

“i only cheated because you made me, gave me no other choice,” he said dismissively, staring her into the eyes. “i love you so much and all you do is push me away. always so distant and putting your career over me. i never cheated because i don’t love you but because i’m desperate.”

her heart was beating quickly as she listened to him. she wasn’t sure what she was hearing. how could he possibly justify his actions by blaming her? the accusations left her feeling defenseless, tears of frustration welling in her eyes.

“i loved you and you knew that. don’t you dare pin this on me. i can’t anymore. all this disloyalty is too much for me.”

she hoped he would let her go now but he had other plans. though amara wasn’t sure whether he would even remember this conversation the next morning with the amount of alcohol he probably must have drunk. but he didn't back down; instead, he continued to pile on the guilt, especially because he just knew what to say. "you pushed me away," he insisted, his tone accusatory. "i was just looking for someone who would appreciate me because you never gave me your time. maybe if you had spent more time with me, i wouldn’t have cheated on you all those times.”

this must be a dream or at least she wished it was. how could he blame her for his mistakes when all she ever did was love him. be loyal to him. had she truly failed him that much?

“no one will take your side if you leave me,” he muttered, his voice making amara shiver. “i’m the reason they know you. who knows amara imani? but they know evan henderson. so who do you think they will believe?” he asked her, his free hand brushing over her cheek. “the white man who has been in the society his whole life long or his black little slut who’s just a bland copy of Beyoncé and Taylor swift? why do you wanna make it so hard for you? you have everything you need with me, love, money, success.”

“i love you and i know you love me too. why do you want to destroy this?” he whispered, playing even more into his manipulation. he knew all her weaknesses, how to manipulate and gaslight her and he seemed pretty satisfied with him when it seemed to work on her. all he needed was just a bit of self-doubt to win her back. and he had always known the right words. “i promise you, this will never happen again.” he let go of her wrist and even though it wasn’t very recognizable on her skin, it was clear that there would be a bruise. he lifted her hand, pressing soft kisses onto the bruised skin, his thumb brushing gently over it. “i didn’t meant for this to happen. you know that right? it was a stupid mistake.”

she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, nodding as she tried to keep her tears down. it was a mistake, she repeatedly told herself, trying to calm herself down. he didn’t mean to.

it wasn’t the first time he had hurt her but he had been doing so good since the last time. it hadn’t been long enough ago for her to forget it but enough time had passed for her to put herself together. it should have been a sign for her, a sign to leave when her mind was glad, it wasn’t as bad as the last time. that this time it had just been her wrist. and in addition, she loved him.

“we can fix this, put ourselves together again.” he continued to whisper, his hand looking to intertwine with amara’s. “i’m all you need. just me. and you don’t want to lose me, do you? we can work through this, you and me.”

looking at him incredulously, she pulled her hand back and walked quickly past him, brushing his shoulder in the process. her feet had a mind of her own as they brought her to the guest room, amara knowing that she couldn’t sleep in the same bed next to him. even breathing became hard when they were in the same room. how was she supposed to stay here? it was a mistake, she continued to tell herself as she climbed into bed, the pillow getting wet due to her tears that were rolling unstoppable. he won’t do it again.

she searched for solitude, hiding in the guest room though she wasn’t alone for long. her eyes closed instantly as she heard evan’s footsteps approaching the door to the guest room. she couldn’t talk to him anymore, she wouldn’t make it. she turned around, her body facing the wall as she tried to act as if she was sleeping. she would confront evan tomorrow, if he even remembered what had happened tonight.

her body tensed as he let himself fall into the bed, joining her.

“i told you i was sorry,” he slurred drunkenly. “amara please.” he begged again, his words clearer now. his hand brushed down her cheek and amara begged he wouldn’t remark the wet surface of her face or her tears that were still rolling down. “you know that wasn’t me. you just provoked me and i snapped but i promise this was the last time.”

“please just leave evan. you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” amara murmured tiredly. “we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

but instead of leaving and going to bed, he started to press sloppy kisses on her neck, moving up and down.

“evan go,” amara demanded, trying to push the male away but he wouldn’t budge. instead his hand travelled down further her body, stopping just above her thigh. “please stop. i’m not in the mood.”

“i just wanna apologize,” he muttered into her hair, his kissing moving up to her cheek. she struggled to push him off of her, disgust in her eyes as she felt the budge in his pants growing bigger.

when his hand was about to slip under her sweatpants, amara saw red, taking every of her strength and willpower to push him off of her. “i said stop evan. leave now.” she demanded him angrily.

his eyes grew dark again, amara watching as his expression grew cold. “this is exactly the reason why i cheated on you. you always push me off.” he yelled at her, ignoring the way her body flinched. “why won’t you sleep with me anymore?”

“all i want is to apologize to my girlfriend and she won’t even let me touch her.” he began, purposely hoping on making amara feel bad. “i know i messed up and i’m really trying my best but you have to let me.”

he leaned close to her. “i love you. you know that right?” he asked her softly, amara nodding. she truly loved him. as naive as she was, she of course believed every word he said, falling down into his trap again. “and you don’t want to lose me, do you?” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath making contact with her skin. he started pressing kisses down her neck again as she spoke words into her mind, knowing exactly just how to manipulate her. and nearly everytime it seemed to work.

“… you’re my girlfriend. you’re supposed to make me feel good. and then i’ll never have to look somewhere else again. because you’re all i’ll ever need.” he told her sweetly, a sort of guilt rushing through her heart.

so when he started to slip his hand under her sweatpants again, she just let it happen. he was all she had.

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

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𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani went red for the day, those paps are never gonna catch me 💋

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liyah_clark slayyyy bestie

k.mbappe that meme 💀

amara.imani i was tempted to use one of you and a turtle but i decided against it

k.mbappe and i thought you were nice. I’m keeping your tacos now

amara.imani i’m sorry. please bring me tacos

graceywood take care of you and please come back home in one piece

amara.imani yes mama

iamcardib you go girl, those paps will never see it coming

kyliejenner omg i love the red on you, i might dye mine too

amara.imani you def should, king kylie era returning?

justineskye how could you dye your hair without me? where was my invite?

hudson_music does that mean i get the day free since you’re not here?

amara.imani sure, just don’t get too drunk. i’m at the studio tomorrow

charles_leclerc wearing the right color. have i actually managed to make you a tifosi?

amara.imani a proud teamlh supporter till i die, try to convince liyah

charles_leclerc i asked her and she told me if i ever tried to make her switch on lewis again, she’d dump me

amara.imani the only right response

liyah_clark i just said that i support you and only you but i will never become a tifosi, sorry babe

liyah_clark but you could always change to merc if you want to see me so badly in your colors

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

730 days had passed since that accident. 730 days ago she had made the worst decision of her life by staying with him. giving him the knowledge that she believed everything he said. two years had passed since she had allowed evan to take her sparkle away.

at first, amara didn’t even know why she thought of that memory today. it had been months that she hadn’t thought back of evan and their toxic relationship. and then she had thrown a glance at her phone and knew the reason why. it had happened on this date, two years ago. two years ago, he had managed to take a part away from her.

no one truly knows how hard it is to get out of a toxic relationship till they are caught in one themselves. outsiders will say, ‘just leave,’ not knowing how hard that can be. because no one truly knows how to escape that situation.

books with instructions to that don’t exist. so how is one supposed to know what to do? no one tells you what to do when your boyfriend lays his hand on you for the first time. the rational side of your brain will tell you to leave but do you listen? of course not. instead you try to justify the action because you’re telling yourself, why else would he lay his hand on you unless you had done something wrong?

and that’s the way the circle begins. he won’t lay his hand on you but small gestures are enough to know that he was close to hurting you again. grabbing your wrist a bit too tight, his fist almost making contact with your skin… soon you’ll find yourself happy that it was only your wrist that suffered under his anger.

no one tells you what to do when you don’t know how to leave him. you expect friends to notice your changed behavior but they’re all too busy, profiting from your misery. encouraging you to stay in that toxic relationship because it was good for them. they don’t care about the abuse you receive, whether it’s physical or mental. and the friends you know would have probably helped you, they are already gone because you pushed them away. so now you find yourself alone in an abusive and toxic relationship with nowhere to go and no escape system.

of course, the abuse is always equated with some good or else leaving would be too easy, wouldn’t it? for every mean word, a bouquet of flowers. for every wrist held too tight, a nice diamond necklace would find itself in front of you along with a smile, a smile promising that it would never happen again and yet both know that it was a lie. but still, your brain starts to forget the bad side. and whenever you find yourself close to leaving, your brain will ask you “why are you leaving when it’s good at the moment. he didn’t mean to. he loves you”.

amara had quickly realized how easy it was for an outsider to judge an abusive marriage, relationship, friendship. but they didn’t know the work that hid behind it. the exhaustion and manipulation. the betrayal of trust your brain won’t want to admit. it was a whole cycle and finding a loophole in it took more strength than one would ever admit.

as humiliated and betrayed as she had felt in that moment, amara was glad he had left her. had cheated on her publicly. it had given her the loophole she had been looking for the entire time. and it had come at a good moment too, one where he wouldn’t be able to manipulate her into staying like he had done so many time. but she still preferred to never talk about that period of her life again. it was over.

today she would be focusing on kylian the entire day. the reason she was even here. if someone had told her one year ago that she would be standing here, excited to watch a psg match, she would have called the psychiatry to inform them that they were most likely missing a patient. and yet here she was, ready to cheer on her boyfriend. her excitement was palpable as she sat in the vip lounge, eager to witness him playing in action on the field.

she had been so keen on finally watching him play live that she had even dyed her hair red and donned a stylish pair of sunglasses to not be recognized by any cameras or paparazzis that were present. even though the two were clear where they stood with each other, they did not want to share their bliss with the press yet, preferring to just live in their own bubble before any articles caught up to them.

the stadium buzzed with an electrifying atmosphere, fans donning their team's colors and waving flags with passionate fervor as screams were heard from everywhere, overtoning the commentator of the match. kylian had not exaggerated when he had told her that playing at home was always another vibe. the energy was contagious and amara found herself close to singing with the commentators but she refrained herself from doing so, not wanting to stand out. she was also impressed by the dedication of the supporters who poured their entire heart and souls into cheering for their beloved team, some even making huge trips just to come support their team. needless to say, this would not be her last match.

sure, maybe paris didn’t have as much of an history as liverpool had, and maybe they didn’t have their own fan song that had carried through the history of their club but they had supporters amara guessed. and she loved the atmosphere here.

lost in her phone, checking messages and replying to some instagram messages, amara only looked up again when the crowd erupted into a thunderous roar, announcing the arrival of the players who came walking out from the tunnel. her eyes were fixed on him though.

despite thousands of fans around her, yelling and chanting his names she managed to drown out the noise around her as her eyes searched his. the way he looked at his fans, standing majestically on the ground and the way he held himself, so confident and mesmerizing — she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of pride knowing that she was there to support him.

even though he wouldn’t recognize her, amara drew kylian a discreet air kiss from stands, her way of wishing him good luck which he acknowledged with his typical smirk. it was her secret way of letting him know she was there, supporting him wholeheartedly. she felt connected to him in another way today. last time he was in her world and this time she was a visitor in his.

watching the match, amara couldn’t contain herself from yelling along the fans for every foal or occasion the blue players had, her heart pounding with each near missed chance for a goal. she cheered with unrestrained joy when kylian opened the score with a beautiful volley that landed immediately in the net, the goalkeeper having no chance. and even though she facepalmed seeing his new celebration, her grin grew wider as she watched him draw a heart with his fingers and then fire an arrow in her direction. of course the crowd went wild, looking around frantically to find the person he had just dedicated a goal to.

the crowd calmed down again when the whistle blew, indicating the break and amara was able to get away from all the screams for a quick pause. as much as she enjoyed the game, it had been a long time that she hadn’t been out again in public and even less to a big event like this. but she couldn’t have known that the second half contained just as much surprises as the first one.

sitting down again, this time armed with a bottle of coke, she watched with excitement the second part of the game, hoping for it to be just as thrilling as the first one— even more, she was hoping for another goal of him. and amara was not disappointed. fifteen minutes into the second half, the ball found kylian again who put it again into the net, dribbling his way into the surface for a quick finish. she braced herself again for another of his ridiculous celebrations, surprised when all he did was just lift his shirt so the public could read what was written on it. and upon reading it, amara was glad she had finished her drink a long time ago because the french striker had written boldly across his shirt: told you so. and she knew it was directed at her. she wanted to hide behind one of the chairs, smiling hardly but she was also painfully aware that if she acted different now, everyone would know it was for her and she wouldn’t dare to imagine how that could turn out for her.

as the final whistle blew, amara felt happy and kind of sad. for the two hours that she had been here, she had been able to drown out everything. forget about her problems because here they didn’t matter. she clapped happily as the crowd began to disperse, knowing her day was long from being over. she waited a few minutes before standing up, thanking the security men for escorting her to the changing rooms. of course only after showing him her badge that kylian had gotten her for vips.

she grew a bit self-conscious as she received several weird stares while walking towards the players changing rooms but she tried to ignore them all, focusing instead on kylian’s amazing match and all the things she’d tell him.

amara hesitated at first, unsure whether she should enter immediately as her worries took over her thoughts but she was able to block them out quickly. with all her confidence, she strutted over to the door, knocking three times before opening it and entering. taking a few steps, she was instantly met with kylian, currently changing as he took off his jersey.

“hey superstar. how does it feel to be mvp?” she teased, flashing him a playful grin as she made her way towards him.

he turned towards her with a cheeky smile, amara’s eyes not leaving his defined abs. his arms immediately engulfed her as he pulled her in for a hug, savoring the scent of cherry and vanilla that was immediately picked up by his nose. “amara? i can’t believe you actually came. and your hair? why did you dye it red?”

she laughed, throwing her head back in joy and twirled one of her extensions. “i promised you i’d be there, didn’t i? and as for my hair, told you those paps aren’t gonna catch me.” she replied sassily.

he chuckled playfully, shaking his head at her sass. “so, what did you think of the match? don’t even try to lie, i know you enjoyed it. especially my two goals,” he smirked. “comment t'as trouvé mes célébrations? kinda cool, don’t you think?” — what did you think of my celebrations?

she rolled her eyes, matching his sarcasm. “i loved them,” she retorted. “you just had to do it, didn’t you? because of you, gracey will scold me tomorrow since your new celebration,” she trailed off, looking at him pointedly, “will attire a lot of media attention. especially that second one.”

he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "didn’t you say that any publicity is good publicity? besides they’ll probably forget it in a week.”

she laughed again, knowing he had a point but that still didn’t make her any less annoyed. “fine but don’t say i didn’t want you when the paps start camping in front of your apartment.”

“i already spend more time at yours than at my own so it’s fine.” he replied sarcastically. “that way, you won’t steal any secret tactics.”

she faked a dramatic expression, putting a hand on her chest. “oh my gosh, you discovered my plan. the only reason i actually dated you was to steal all the secret tactics and sell them to the highest bidder. but then again, your tactics aren’t really worth much.” she joked, shrieking when kylian attacked her hips, tickling her there.

“i dare you to say that again,” he demanded jokingly, resting his hands lastly around her waist, pulling her closer. “we talked about this amara.”

“i know, i know.” she repeated, rolling her eyes. “we don’t compare psg with liverpool. i know that. now come here,” she said, purposely annoying him before pulling him in for a kiss.

they were immediately caught in a passionate kiss as amara wrapped her hands around his neck. every kiss still felt like their first one, fireworks still exploding in her stomach whenever their lips met.

“you were great,” amara whispered against his lips, smiling as she leaned in to connect them again. though they never made it since the door suddenly opened and the couple was caught like a deer in headlights when the rest of his teammates came in. there was a moment of silence before one of his teammates (amara didn’t know who) started to yell.

“MAIS LE GARS, C’EST KYLIAN AVEC UNE MEUF!” on of them yelled and amara stared down, luckily not blushing. — guys, it’s kylian with a girl

“and she actually seems nice. remember when he dated chloe, that stuck-up bitch.” another one commented, his teammates agreeing.

“eh, je suis toujours la.” kylian retorted annoyingly. — hey, i’m still here

“COME ON KYLIAN, PRESENT HER TO US!” several of his teammates screamed, some even jumping up and down which made amara smile. it warmed her heart to see how thrilled they were to meet her.

“le gars, this is amara imani, the singer, you—“ he began but amara cut him off immediately, rolling her eyes.

she arched an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously. “bro, they didn’t ask you for a cv of me.” she cut him off sassily before looking at the boys who were watching them confusingly. “i’m his girlfriend.”

“what?” all of them exclaimed which made kylian smirk, probably boosting his ego.

neymar (amara immediately recognized him because of liyah’s huge footballer crush phase) was the first to grin widely and to approach her. “hah, i already knew. i was the first person he told,” he bragged. “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. eu sou um grande fã de sua música.” — i’m a big fan of your music.

“obrigado. i’m a big fan of your skills too.” she replied, her accent standing out as she replied to him in portuguese.

“you speak portuguese?” another of his teammates asked (amara hating herself for her short memory because she was sure she had seen him play today).

she nodded, smiling shyly. “i speak several languages. next to english and french, i also speak spanish, igbo and a bit portuguese but mine is a bit rusty.”

“that’s still more than his last girlfriend.” another one hollered. “sergio ramos, delighted to meet you. it’s a good thing you speak spanish, now we can bitch about kylian behind his back whenever we want.”

a mischievous grin appeared on her face while this time, kylian rolled his eyes. “you do know i speak spanish fluently right?” he asked them but they both waved dismissively.

the next one to present himself was marco and even he had some difficulties, believing that kylian had actually gotten the girl. “it’s kinda weird having you standing right here. who would’ve thought kylian’s game was that good? never in thousand years i’d have believed that. also my wife is a big fan of yours. even dragged me to one of your concerts.”

she just laughed, sending kylian a playful wink before turning her attention back to marco.

one by one they introduced themselves, some not able to contain their excitement due to them being big fans while others had difficulties with believing that had actually managed to get himself a girlfriend who was none other than amara. and since this were incredible news, presnel (as amara had learned) couldn’t keep himself from facetiming the whole french national team just to keep them up with the happenings. it didn’t ring long before several faces started to pop up on the screen of presnel’s phone.

“MES FRÈRES, NOTRE BÉBÉ A ENFIN UNE COPINE!” presnel announced excitingly, waking everybody’s interest and capturing their attention. — my brothers, our baby finally has a girlfriend

“ATTEND, KYLIAN A KEN AVEC UNE MEUF?” antoine retorted confusingly, probably speaking out loud what the other members of the french team were thinking. instead of answering, presnel just shoved the phone in amara’s face who smiled awkwardly. “EH, MAIS C’EST AMARA IMANI.” — wait, kylian bagged someone?

— eh, but that’s amara imani

there was a shockwave growing through the participants of the call, all too stunned to speak.

“where is amara? i wanna see her too,” a little voice said in the background and a girl showed up next to antoine which amara assumed was his daughter. she waved shyly at the screen, causing even more chaos.

"KYKY SORT AVEC AMARA IMANI! Comment il a réussi avec sa grosse tête de tortue?” paul exclaimed amusingly as amara laughed too, nearly choking. — kylian is going out with amara imani! how did he manage that with his big head of a turtle?

“QUI S'INTÉRESSE QUELLE TÊTE IL A? IL A PÉCHO AMARA IMANI!” ousmane disregarded his friend’s comment quickly and looked at amara who had taken pleasure in watching the team react to the news. “can i have tickets for your next tour? the last one was sold out way too quick before i even had a chance." — who cares what head he has? he pulled amara imani!

“kylian, if you don't bring her to the next team event, don't even bother showing up.” aurelien threatened jokingly.

amara nudged him slightly to catch his attention. “your friends are funny. i didn’t know they were such big fans of me.”

he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “i told you, they were going to love you.”

“AMARA, JE T’AIME. JE T’AI TOUJOURS SUPPORTER, MÈME QUAND TON EX DE MERDE RACONTAIS DE CONNERIES SUR TOI!” jules then yelled over the phone making amara’s heart even warmer. — amara, i love you. i’ve always supported you even when that shitty ex was saying bullshit about you.

“je suis tellement ravie de faire connaissance avec vous et ça me tient à cœur que vous êtes de si gros supporter.” amara told them happily, genuinely touched by their warm welcome. — it’s been a pleasure getting to meet you and I’m touched that you’re such big fans of me.

kylian, who had finished changing and had finally dressed up, placed himself next to amara, his hand instantly wrapping around her waist. he placed a few soft kisses on her neck which sent tickles down her entire spine.

“stop that,” she muttered under her breath, smiling as she tried to hold kylian’s head away from her neck though that turned out to be very complicated as he had his arms wrapped around her waist.

“fine,” he replied, his lips pressed to a pout. taking a bit pity on him, she turned his head, pressing a soft peck on his lips.

“heh, il y’a des enfants ici.” yelled presnel and neymar amusingly put his hands over marco’s eyes while the couple separated quickly making everybody present laugh. — hey, there are children there

“j’ai toujours cru que le vrai amour de kylian, c’est le foot honnêtement.” paul revealed jokingly. “c’était la seule chose qu’il faisait.” — i always thought football was kylian’s true love — it’s the only thing he ever talked about

“bah apparemment, tout ce qu’il faut faire c’est ressemble à un ninja turtle pour draguer des meufs célèbre.” jules replied in the same tone as paul and amara wasn’t able to retain her giggle watching kylian’s face scrunch up. — apparently all you need for famous girls to come after you is to resemble a ninja turtle

“vous êtes chiante,” the french international striker pouted again, wanting to hide his face in amara’s neck again but she pushed him off. — you’re all pain in the asses

the entire team erupted in laughter, taking joy in watching his demise and him being all embarrassed. but of course they all meant it well. and amara understood quickly that they were a bunch of adults with the mindset of children, wondering truly how their coach was able to keep up with them.

“soo… how long have you two been dating?” aurelien asked them curiously, amara and kylian exchanging some looks.

“we’ve known each other for about seven to eight months but we started seeing each other a month and a half ago and have been officially dating for two weeks.” replied amara.

“si ça dépendait de moi, on devrait sortir ensemble pour sept mois maintenant.” kylian threw in jokingly. — if it were up to me we’d be dating for seven months now

“donc tu la fais attendre un peu?” presnel inquired, mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as amara nodded proudly. “ça va le gars, il est complètement parti. un vrai simp.” — so you made him wait for a while? — guys, it’s official. he’s completely gone, a true simp

“wesh, ta gueule,” kylian retorted sassily, blushing slightly. — shut up

“est-ce que kylian t’embêtes de fois avec tout son bavardage de foot?” jules asked next. — does kylian annoy you sometimes with his constant talk about football

amara nodded swiftly, a loud sigh following. “yes he does. il y a des fois où je suis fatiguée et je veux seulement rentrer me coucher mais monsieur a décidé de mettre un match. et il commente toujours à côté.” amara complained. “but i love that about him.” — there are times where I’m just tired and all i want to do is sleep but mister here decided to put on match. and he always comments on it on the side

“you can never stay mad at me,” kylian whispered seductively into her ear and amara hummed, the two losing themselves in their own world again.

“eh, les amoureux on a pas encore fini.” presnel reminded them loudly. — hey lovebirds, we haven’t finished yet.

“j'espère que tu lui a appris quelques pas de danse parce que ton copain est tellement nul en danse…” paul trailed off making amara laugh. — i hope you taught some dance moves because your boyfriend is so bad at dancing…

kind of embarrassed, she admitted shyly. “ce même lui qui m’a appris à danser le slow. donc je peux te rassurer.” — actually, it’s him who taught me how to dance a slow so I can reassure you he definitely got better

“you don’t have to be embarrassed amara. we have tons of embarrassing stories about kylian. like one time” ousmane trailed off, thinking of the best example. his face brightened up immediately. “LE GARS, VOUS VOUS RAPPELER QUAND KYLIAN NOUS A FORCER À ÉCOUTER TOUS SES CHANSONS?” he yelled excitingly. — guys remember when kylian forced us to listen to all her songs

“ah oui, on se réveillait avec ta voix et on s’endormait avec ta voix.” — yes, we always woke up with her voice and fell asleep to her voice

“t’as toujours était son crush célébrité. donc on a rien dit quand il nous forçait à écouter tes chansons.” antoine explained to her and amara looked at kylian who tried to hide his embarrassment. — you’ve always been his celebrity crush. so we never said anything when he forced us to listen to your songs

“hey, don’t be shy. i find it adorable that you had a crush on me.” she replied sweetly. “that’ll be great leverage in the future.”

they started wooing, leaving some teasing side marks that guaranteedly boosted his ego. as if it needed any more growing.

“well, i have a question.” said antoine, already looking forward to teasing his teammate. “est-ce que kylian a aussi d’endurance au lit qu’au terrain?” — does kylian have as much stamina in bed as on the field?

nearly choking on his saliva, amara patted kylian’s back hard and reached for his water bottle so he could calm down.

“how do you answer that question?” amara inquired slowly.

“bah, nous on veut savoir comment est il est au lit. est-ce qu’il se vente des ses talents comme il l’aime faire souvent ou c’est vrai?” ousmane inquired. — well we want to know how he is in bed. does he exaggerate about his talents like he often does or is it true?

“i…” she looked at her boyfriend for some help but he just smirked, pointing at the screen where his friends / teammates were all looking for an answer. “oh my god, i don’t know how to answer that.”

“it’s a simple yes or no question.”

she sighed, glaring at kylian for leaving her in this situation before answering, “well, we’re fine off the pitch. ça ne manque de riens.” — we’re not missing anything

“eh mais attends. donc c’était toi qui lui a sucée le cou quand il est arrivé à l'entraînement avec un grand suçon?” presnel exclaimed shockingly. — wait a minute, so it was you who sucked his neck when he arrived at training with that huge hickey?

she shrugged dismissively. “je viens de dire que rien nous manque au lit.” she retorted sassily, sending them a playful wink that made his teammates yell again while kylian pulled her closer to him. — i just told you, we’re not missing anything

“kylian t’a intérêt à ne pas la perdre.” antoine threatened him lightly. — kylian, you better not lose her

“don’t worry, i don’t plan on doing so.”

it was loud and crowded in the club. even though neymar had rented the vip space for them, they were still able to feel the excitement and atmosphere of the crowd downstairs. the music was good though and amara found herself enjoying the mix the dj had put on as she watched the people dance.

the initial thought had actually been to go home but the team decided to go out and celebrate together after such a hard-fought victory where they had played beautifully for the first time in a long time. after the call amara had wanted to go home but when the team had invited her to tag alone to celebrate their victory and also get to know the others (such as the wags) she had accepted immediately, wanting to be integrated as quickly as possible.

they had gone home quickly to change before joining the squad outside of some fancy parisian club that they had apparently frequented very often and were fond of. amara had traded the red-blue jersey kylian had gifted her for a simple gray silk dress that sparkled in the light with every step that she took. how they had managed to escape the paparazzis, she’d never know. but she looked pretty so actually she wouldn’t mind being photographed right now.

kylian had immediately complimented her when she had come out of her bedroom, sporting the gray dress with her red hair tied up in a high ponytail. he was in awe of how she let the most simplistic things look beautiful, even when she put minimal effort into it. the entire night his eyes had not left her even when he was talking to one of his friends, his eyes had not left his girlfriend which amused his friends greatly.

he was also very happy of how well she got along with the other girlfriends and wives. he knew her friendship circle wasn’t very big and the only real friends she actually had were liyah and grace (where she always assured him that they were enough) but yet she was willing to put herself out there and make new contacts. perhaps he hadn’t given her enough credit when she had announced to him that she was coming back.

with the excuse of wanting to get himself another drink he was able to leave the conversation and rejoin his girlfriend that was waiting at the bar for her own drink. he surprised her from behind, putting his hands around her neck which startled amara at first but she relaxed quickly once seeing that it was kylian.

“t’es tellement belle,” kylian whispered in her ear, intertwining their fingers and amara leaned into his body. “i hope you’re having fun.” — you’re so beautiful

she nodded, taking a sip from her drink that had just arrived. “merci mon cœur.” she replied softly. “and i am having fun. jessica and sarah are sooo nice.” she replied, pointing to the two women who sat a bit away from the dance floor and were talking. “we have even planned some shopping dates already.”

“that’s amazing ma belle.”

the two stayed in their own bubble for a while, the comfort of the other being enough. amara had never truly realized how safe kylian made her feel especially when they were somewhere that was out of her comfort zone. he made sure she felt welcomed, safe. he didn’t abandon her like she was used to when she was dating evan and hung out with some influencer barbies.

talking with his teammates had also shown her what kind of supporting system kylian had, which she found was a privilege. talking from experience, she knew exactly how hard it could be when you were left all alone without any kind of support and how hard it would be in some difficult situations. and the french national team had immediately accepted her, welcomed her the moment she had introduced herself as kylian’s girlfriend.

truthfully, that she was someone’s girlfriend again felt a bit weird to her in the beginning. after finally learning to be alone, she was again someone’s girl. but this time she had said because she wanted to and not because someone had coerced her into accepting. and the way kylian had asked her whether she wanted to take another step. so calm, patient and genuine — she’d have been a fool to say no.

“do you get flashbacks?” she asked him, her eyes traveling across the club. “from the first time we met?”

“a bit. just that it wasn’t a club and you’re not as drunk as you were that night.” he laughed.

the two seemed inseparable with their bond evident to everyone around them. they didn’t even go back to their friends they had left with the excuse to get a drink. instead they stayed at the bar, laughing and talking while watching the people around them. only when the tones of dadju’s bébé came out from the speakers did the two leave their places to join the dance floor. kylian less willingly but then again he would do anything to see her smile.

as they swayed to the rhythm of the song, the rest of the the group couldn’t help but be marveled by how much in love they actually were.

“look at them,” presnel said to the group, pointing to the couple dancing to the song. “one could think they’ve been dating for a year. there’s no way they’ve been dating for only a month.” he exclaimed, the group watching as kylian muttered something into her ear and amara threw her head back laughing.

“wouldn’t be surprised if kylian got down on his knee right now,” marco added, grinning widely, “just watching them is enough to make someone sick. they’re acting like a couple on their honeymoon.”

“well, she was his celebrity crush,” neymar added, matching marco’s expression. “our boy has game. he’s definitely head over heels for her.”

“and she is for him.” sarah chimed in, taking place next to her husband.

the group watched with fond smiles as the couple danced on the dance floor. they probably didn’t even notice people staring at her, that much they were caught in their own world. they stared into each other's eyes, smiling as they swayed to the music. the song they had originally got up for had finished long ago but the two couldn’t bring themselves to sit down again. except quick drinking pauses (that mostly consisted of amara ordering a drink while kylian announced himself as the dd) their feet were glued to the crowd. and in addition to that,

as the night wore on, the number of drinks amara had downed became higher too. luckily for her, this time she wasn’t an emotional drunk but more like a fun and energetic drunk. she would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy kylian whispering sweet things into her ear the entire night or dancing with her new friends the moment the dj put on some quicker music.

knowing his girlfriend was tired though after some time, he made his way over to her, pulling her closer as he inhaled her scent.

“we should go home now, don’t you think?” kylian muttered softly into her ear. “tu n’arrives même plus à tenir,” he laughed, watching his girlfriend’s drunken state. — you can’t even stand properly anymore

“but my new friends… i haven’t finished dancing with them yet.” she pouted. “sarah was telling me a story.” she slurred him drunkenly.

“je te promets que sarah va venir demain pour te raconter le reste de l’histoire,” he tried to compromise, already bidding goodbye to the group who had immediately understood after seeing amara’s state. and they weren’t the only ones. marco and jessica had also already left, jessica having drunk just as much as marco. — i promise you sarah is coming tomorrow to tell you the rest of the story.

wearing a grumpy expression, she intertwined her hands and followed kylian outside, who had already called his driver. as kylian led amara to the car where his chauffeur was waiting for them he couldn’t help but reminisce about the night they had met for the first time. it felt nostalgic remembering how similar this situation was to how they first met. only difference was that this time, instead of nearly falling asleep, amara was full of energy, happily skipping around as they marched towards the car.

as they settled into the car, amara’s head rested on kylian’s shoulder, her gaze wandering out the window into the city lights that blurred past. his eyes were filled with love, watching her snuggle against him.

“you remember that night?” amara’s voice broke the silence, her words slightly slurred yet laced with fondness. "when you saved me from probably being kidnapped even though i was such a bitch to you. and now we’re here again.”

he nodded, pressing a gentle kiss on her temple. “i had to google myself to prove to you that i didn’t have any bad intentions. and you were so sarcastic that night.”

“well, it’s a good thing that you’re so stubborn,” she replied cheekily. “imagine if you had actually walked away.”

“i probably wouldn’t have been able to do this,” he leaned in and softly pecked her lips.

as they arrived at amara’s place, kylian carefully helped her out of the car, he walked her through the door as her laughter echoed in the night air, not able to stop himself from falling for her all over again. walking through the gate, they continued their playful banter and inside jokes, kylian enjoying her funny drunk-self.

the only moment where silence was present was when the couple found themselves in the elevator, standing face to face. that was also where the alcohol truly kicked in, not only for amara but also for kylian. before they even knew, the couple was making out, and only stopped when the elevator rang, signaling them that they had finally arrived at her apartment.

she stumbled through the room, her words slurred and laughter infectious as she entertained him with drunken anecdotes and witty remarks. while amara told kylian a drunken story about her first time on tour, the french striker helped the singer change into her pajama and carefully tried to do her skincare. (and kylian will forever brag to anyone who’ll hear that he perfectly applied moisturizer and toner.)

it would probably count as one of kylian’s biggest achievements that he managed to not only put a drunken woman to bed but also have her occupied enough that she didn’t recognize that he had left to change himself. he slipped secretly into her bed, getting comfortable next to her as amara cuddled into his chest continuing her rambling about god and the world while kylian found his comfort just listening to her.

all of sudden, a brilliant idea struck her as she listened to kylian’s heartbeat.

“omg kylian i have an idea for a song!” she exclaimed loudly, giggling. “quick, i need paper, please. avant que ça ne quitte ma tête.” — before it slips away from my head

her boyfriend chuckled affectionately, a wide smile plastered across his lips as he stood up to get her some paper. for some people it would seem stupid to listen to a drunk person but she could ask him to do the most dumb thing ever and he'd do it as long as it puts a smile on her face. that was love — sacrificing yourself in the most stupid ways just to see a smile on your partner’s face.

he hurriedly fetched a notepad and pen which she grabbed from him and even though she lacked any other surface to put the paper on, she started scribbling the lyrics on the paper.

“so you’re just going to write a song now.”

“yes.”

“in your state?”

“yep.”

the room filled with a poignant silence as she wrote the lyrics to the song. in the end it turned out to be a process of not only her but also kylian. he gave advice and listened to her while she sang some of the verses to him she was insecure about or when she didn’t find a word that fit enough to describe a feeling. he felt a profound sense of admiration and love for her as he watched her work.

finding comfort in his warmth that his body extended to hers, she looked him deeply into the eyes, staring behind his pupils and into his soul. "well, you know you kind of own my heart. you’re actually the king of my heart."

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani mon amour, je t’aime — my third studio album, i spent hours and hours trying to be the best version of myself to not only give you my most proudest work but also to make myself proud. this album is the result of love, passion and devotion, endless love that i received and that fueled me to write this album. thank you to my fans, who stood by me during the highs and lows — this album is also for you

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liyah.clark YOU OUTDID YOURSELF, it’s so much better than what i could have imagined, i’m crying happy tears 🫶🏾

graceywood this was all you, you put everything into this album and it paid off so much, it’s beautiful and i couldn’t have been prouder to be your agent

beyoncé this album is an entire masterpiece, very happy that i was able to be a part of this

cardi_b girl, you slayed, one of the tops this year

username amara imani really took a pause, came back and dropped a musical masterpiece

username the way this album has me on a chokehold, been listening to it the entire day

username this album is a work of art, a true album, the renaissance of good music after all this shit people bring out today

charles_leclerc congratulations amara (liyah forced the entire grid to listen to it the entire day)

amara.imani thx charles 🤎 (omggg, lewis hamilton listened to my music)

charles_leclerc should i be worried about this obsession you and amara have over lewis?

liyah.clark babe, it’s lewis hamilton, please stay in your lane

username why did this album bring me to tears, like she sounds so in love it made me cry

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[hawke]

oc meme

tagged by: @galedekarios thank you for tagging me, chignon! ♡

name: miro

nickname: currently none, but their parents used to call them 'pup' when they were little

gender: non-binary

star sign: libra

height: 189 cm

orientation: homosexual

race: zariel tiefling / lycanthrope

romancing: wyll

fave fruit: berries, apples and any other kind that can be found in the wilds

fave season: spring

fave flower: they don't have a favourite, because they like all the flowers. (picture them just enjoying life simply because they are walking through a giant field of every flower possible)

fave scent: the smell of the woods, especially in the night

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

average sleep hours: around 8~9 hours, they like to take naps throughout the day though, especially after eating lunch

dogs or cats: they like all sorts of animals, but definitely leans more towards dogs

dream trip: they don't have one in particular, though when gale offers them an invitation to visit him in waterdeep they're definitely keen on going there

amount of blankets: none, miro is not used to using blankets so they actually forget to use one

random fact(s):

aravine (their older sibling) functioned as caretaker when they both were younger, as their parents disappeared when they still were children

miro tends to cuddle up/ cling onto to someone while sleeping (who tends to be wyll most of the time later on... not that he particularly minds, lol)

they never find out whether their parents or sibling is dead or still alive, hence they are caught off guard when the emperor disguises as aravine during their dreams

they don't like to get wet and are not particularly fond of rain (unless they reside in a building during rain, then it is acceptable)

miro dyes his hair to white as tribute to selûne and also helps shadowheart when she wants to dye hers

tagging: @renegon @alistairs @halsin @laezels @fereldanwench @ayrennaranaaldmeri @tekehu @bethesdas @bhalspawn

(please don't feel pressured to do this meme!)

#yunotxt #miro #i was torn between miro and vis'kiir for this meme since i haven't spoken much about either of them #they needed so much fine tuning and tweaking lol

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What are your honest thoughts on the book kids? Both vk and ak?

i’m gonna be so honest with you it’s been a while since i reread the books. (what’s kinda adjacent is that i wish the books, the movies and the animated stuff was more cohesive with each other but i understand that they never planned on it being such a big franchise)

let me cut it here bc it got so long, i was very into it

i most vividly remember the first one, the prequel, and i dont think we see any kids that aren't in the movies, other than mentions. though i think Audrey in it is great, like her brittle handle on being the Perfect Auradon Princess and her huge desire to just sweep all unseemly things under the rug and like almost forceful insistence that everything is fine and great and all that exists is the softness and beauty in Auradon, down to her ignoring animals that aren't cute, ones that dont coo and cuddle. but when Ben pushes her she's intense and angry and almost scary.

the second book, return to the isle of the lost, introduces fun vks and mainly just name drops some aks:

i really like Mad Maddy, i like the thought that she and Mal were besties as kids, as close as sisters, twins even. and the fact that something happened between them that made Mal dye her hair, which she still does all these years later. i also think it's fun that her and Evie immediately dislike each other upon meeting. and i like that she's never 'redeemed', she's bitter and angry and scheming. and not bitter like Uma is, who wants more and better for herself and others, but deep in 'evil over everything' bitter, she leans into it and wants worse for everyone else.

Anthony Tremaine is so cunty. like i know we never get a visual of him but i know he was serving. he was comitted to his noble aesthetic and his bored drawl. i also liked that in the books there were a lot of cousins, i think it could be fun to have like a gang of them with maybe other nobles from their country (though obvi they wouldn't refer to themselves as a gang, they're too self-important and 'above it all'). i don't remember him doing anything super important other than supporting Maddy, which makes me think he's like a passive guy re: Isle situation, just choosing whatever he thinks is going to benefit him (and by extension, Tremaines) the most. in my fics, he and the Tremaines usually are adjacent Mal's gang through Dizzy's connection to Evie, just as like gratitude for watching out for her.

Ginny Gothel is great too, i don't know why i don't use her more, i really should. she was kinda friendly with Mal in the first book, not like they run together but more like they don't really have anything against each other and in social situations they talk and drink together. i love that she stole stuff from Maleficent's apartment it's fun. she very much gives me narcissit's daughter, who internilises it all and tries to imitate her mother. i think she would probably be very competetive, especially with Evie (overall, i think they have a potential for an interesting dynamic... a lot can be said but i don't wanna get too sidetracked, send me an ask if it's interesting to u)

Yzla doesn't do much except attend the Anti-Heroes club which i took as a green light to pretty much create my oc. i still think it's kinda dumb for Yzma to have a kid but eh whatever. i think Yzma wouldn't be a stereotypically bad mother, i think she's more like neglectful in a bad mood and "my kid and i are friends, im cool" in a good mood. anyway, when i do Yzla, they're nonbinary and androgynous, and a little manic, really smart, good at engineering and chemistry, so usually i make them a part of the gang and Carlos's assistant.

genuinely don't care for Hadie. like, i think the name is stupid, i think that he's Mal's half brother is stupid (since they never do anything about it), but i think there's potential to this character.

Diego de Vil is my babygirl. i have like a whole character inside my head for him because i think the potential of Carlos having a cool older cousin is just so great. if you go to my bad apples tag, you'll see more, but i created a whole band for him (and a twin!). he has a devil may care attitude and cares for Carlos but doesn't know how to express it at all.

now for the ones i don't have much to say about: Claudine Frollo has so so much potential and i've read really cool fics with her and the religious trauma she would obviously have. Harry and Jace should probably have a cool dynamic with Carlos, what with being forced to work for the de Vil family but i honestly forget they exist a lot of the time. Big Murph is friendly and helpful that is all i have to say about him (but it's interesting that he doesn't follow Uma). Eddie Balthazar and Hermie Bing just seem like they're there to fill spaces, but i'd love if someone fleshed them out. Gaston twins, i've seen good characterisation of them as following their father's footsteps and i think they are like if himbos were evil.

for the AKs of this book:

Pin, eh, not much to say except the name's dumb. Artie is a baby, but seems hot-headed in that heroic way. Herkie (again, dumb name) should have beef with Mal. Gordon is a little jealous, but i think he opens up a possibility of like messy family drama between the kids of the dwarves lol. i don't even wanna discuss Tiger Peony because i wish they didn't touch the indigenous characters because of the implications it has in-universe and they didn't do much with her anyway.

okay, now onto the rise of the isle of the lost:

whew, i love that this is focused on uma. i know i personally don't talk about her a lot since i'm mostly absorbed with the rotten four, but i love her and the pirates dearly.

(re: the Hook sisters, i don't have strong opinions on them, just thathc that's canon to me, they're all from different mothers)

Jonas is one of the people who has a confirmed appearence and the same actor was in the rotten to the core sequence, so i choose to believe it's the same guy. in my head, he used to be a vendor at the market, bored and tired of having to protect his stand, which is why he eagerly joins Uma.

i don't remember much of the personalities of other crew members, if they were given any, but i've read great Uma-centric stuff that fleshed them out greatly and really made me care about them.

for the aks, this is the first time we meet Lonnie's older brother. i don't wanna even type out the hate crime of a name they gave him. but overall, i think it's funny that Lonnie's a little sister, explains why she want to rebel and is always in everyone's business lol. for him personally, afaik he's not that much older than the main cast and i think the fact that him and Jay are friends so fun.

for Arabella, it's never revealed who her parents are but if we base it on the live action, i'd say her mum is Perla, she's said to be charismatic and diplomatic, her kingdom values the arts, which are qualities i think we can see in Arabella. i think it has interesting implications that she can go between land and sea as she wishes, especially if we take into account that magic is practically forbidden. is she an exception? also this is the second time an ak causes a uhhh hardship? in their desperation. Jane in d1, to change herself to fit into the judgemental social world of Auradon nobility, and Arabella here to prove that she's capabel of leading. she's said to be obsessed with Evie's style and overall a huge fashion lover, which i think probably makes people call her vapid, vain, ditzy, etc and why she wants to prove herself so badly. honestly, i don't see her a lot and i don't think i've ever written her into any of my fics but she offers a good window into what it's like to be a royal.

i thiiink this is also where Aziz is mentioned again? but genuinely all i take for him from canon is just his name. i love him and Jordan (Laila's version): they're practically siblings, they're a little too carefree, Aziz is leading the sassy man apocalypse and Jordan takes every opportunity to humble him (lovingly), they're kind of party animals though media just calls them socialites lol

ok im gonna be real with you, i never read escape from the isle of the lost so i think that's all, i hope i didn't miss anyone!

#descendants #im SORRY this is soooo long #laila.txt #asks #cleverqueencommander #also sorry i know there are typos i missed lol

[fereldanwench]

Gush About Your CP77 OC

I was tagged by @shynrel-vp, @chilljustacat, @thenocturnalblossom, and @lizzy--wizzy--Thank you, bbs! 💙

RULES:

Post 5 facts about your OC.

Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.  

Tag 5 people to spread the game.

Valerie met Jackie in her mid-20s: she was living in Mega 5 in Vista Del Rey with 3 other girls (one of whom Jackie was dating at the time) and working in a hostess club. The club was a hotbed for gang activity, and Jackie saw an opportunity for them to run various hustles and schemes to pocket a few extra eddies, which Valerie agreed to. After a couple of years, and much to Jackie's dismay, she ended their fun and sought employment with Arasaka.

Valerie dyed her hair blue after she felt like her life was falling apart in her early 20s (like you do), and the color itself was chosen arbitrarily. She just thought it was pretty, and it stuck. (Also I headcanon she doesn't dye it anymore and instead uses some kind of nanobiotech to "naturally" alter the pigmentation of the folicle as it grows. No, I don't care if that conflicts with anything in canon or real-life science, lmao.)

She's fluent in Japanese, largely thanks to her mother, Ava Powell, insisting she learn when she was young. Ava was a savvy corpo herself, and she rightly suspected Arasaka would see a comeback in Night City--She thought this would give her daughter an edge in the corporate world.

Valerie's father, Sebastian Powell, was a senior bioengineer in one of Biotechnica's cloning facilities. Although he died in an AV accident in 2058, his research was foundational for future cloning projects in the decades to come--Most importantly to Valerie, his work was actually used by Arasaka to aid in developing her post-Mikoshi cloned body.

She's an only child and mostly estranged from her extended family, especially on her mother's side, but she does have an uncle, Edward (goes by Eddie), on her father's side who lives in Santo Domingo and does shady shit for 6th Street. The last time they spoke was in 2075 when he tried to guilt-trip her into giving him money.

I'm gonna queue my 5 posts from the main CP77 tag, so those will be spread out a bit, and I'll tag (with no pressure, of course) @ugh-my-back, @netripper, @glitchinginthegarden, @wanderingaldecaldo, and @maimaiapologist 💙

#oc: valerie v powell #g: cyberpunk 2077 #oc snippets #tumblr: dash games

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

OC Nina Cerasus deep dive part 2.

Meet my OC from my Star-crossed story. (She is a young woman living in her early twenties on Naboo. The time period is before the Phantom Menace.) I already made a short list about her. This is a little more deeper and collected. I hope you enjoy knowing her and like her as much as I do. Sorry for any mistype or bad English this is not my first language. I made a mood board about how I imagine her, the pictures are from Pinterest.

have they / would they dye their hair? she is a natural dark chocolate brunette, maybe she would add some colorful highlights 

do they maintain eye contact when talking? definitely

what is their tell for lying? a small movement, she picks her right pinky finger.

do they have an accent? she speaks in Nabooan dialect, also, she has a raspy seductive voice. People often ask her if she has a sore throat. Sometimes she sounds out of breath because of her illness. 

what languages do they speak? basic, binari (droid), kenari, 

what kind of music do they listen to? alternative/ acoustic/classic piano, also I think she would like Lana del Rey, Hozier and Mitski

describe them in one word. What could happen to make them the opposite? Abandoned. / Stay by.

do they have any ghosts? yes, her mom died, her dad left, and Maul broke her heart 

what is their worst fear? left alone, die alone, being forgotten

what is a secret they do not tell anyone? she has a few:

That her relationship was with Maul (in my Star-crossed fic)  

She was there when her mom died. 

She was the one who unveiled her fathers frauds and thefts and sent him to jail. It's her revenge. 

what motto do they live by? Ad astra per aspera. - Through hardships to the stars.

if they were a famous figure, who would they be? she was inspired by many characters from movies or books, also from my own life, but if I have to say some concrete examples it would be Amal Clooney's and Dakota Johnson's dressing style, a lot of inpo comes from Ellie Saab and Zuhair Murad gowns. And Sofia Bush's voice.

Also she got her name from my highscool bff called Nina. (She passed away a few years ago sadly due to a car accident.) So it's like a memorial thing to name my oc of her. A few of her personality traits, her freckles and silly moments also given to my character that remind me of my friend. And the green eyes my oc has is coming from me.

personality: the constant fear of being abandoned, having trust issues and the feeling of never being good enough. And she is trying to be the best version of herself by working hard and passionately. She fears to show out her real emotions or build connections, especially romantic ones. 

what great moment shaped them to be who they are? Have they lived through the moment yet? 

discovering her heart disease

when her mom got sick her dad left them and made his own family

Maul choose revenge over her and left in the Phantom Menace, she thinks he just left and used her, she never knew he was the sith assassin till my Heavenbound fic

her grandma’s first accident, then her hospital rest time

Wolffe’s love changed her, healed her and made her trust him and believe in love

what is their fatal flaw? fear of abandonment and trust issues makes her make bad decisions

how do they feel about jewelry? painted nails? she likes celestial themed or rare, personalized dainty jewelry

she gets her nails done soft almond shapes, and always decorated with stars and moons and use sparkly nail polish

what kind of art are they? astrophile as a hobby, art deco as a style, romanticism as paintings and mythological in sculptures and a femme fatale archetype in movies/novels

do they play a sport? weekly pilates lessons and dancing in clubs

do they have a speech impairment? how would that translate across paper? she is well spoken, and intelligent. Also her voice is raspy but in a seductive way.

what could you do to betray their trust? lying 

what makes them smile? acts of kindness and gentleness, paying attention to her little things, also the starry sky, and her loved ones

if you had to choose something to make them go all john wick, who would it be? to protect her loved ones

do they swear? in what language? yes in basic mostly

how comfortable do they feel around strangers? she tries to seem calm and collected being in charge of the conversation, but she usually assesses and judges their gestures and researches their back intentions

are they extraverted or introverted? introverted 

do they stand straight? what is their posture like? straight and hard like a ballerina's posture

what is their sleep schedule like? when she has time after work on mini power naps on rare occasions, she’s more insomniac workaholic

would they consciously invade someone else's body space? even a stranger's? always holds a decent distance, except when she flirts

how do they feel about contact with other people? do they flinch? she doesn’t like touchy people and only hugs her loved ones

are they the first to hug? never (exception if when she hugs Maul)

what would make them kill / stop them from killing? her morals, she wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose and she avoids physical harm

how do they smile? do they have dimples? yes she has smaller dimples, and in her apples and on her chin, and it makes her diastema visible

what about their teeth -- braces? sharp teeth? dentures? yellow teeth? what about spots? hers are white and straight but she has diastema (a big space between her two front teeth)

how do they get others' attention? clear their throat? punch them? clears her throat,

do they talk with their hands? sometimes

what is their final goal? building her home, having a family and feeling safe

how would they describe happiness? being with the people she can trust and love, under the bright starry night admiring the comets

what is their biggest conflict? it doesn't need to be big for everyone else, only for them. 

she needs to learn to let others in and be open for love

it’s hard for her to understand that Wolffe is loves her and doesn’t have the intention to leave her

also letting go Maul, she never knew who he truly was and her ideal about him got shattered in my Heavenbound fic, she had a hard time learning the truth letting her feelings go and having a closure, after she meets him on Mandalore

how do they react to death? seel super sad, and isolate herself 

do they cry? how do they cry ? in silent tears, or sobbing and screaming in pain, but she is not a crybaby. she suppresses it and have “episodes” of panic attacks she refers to as“inner storms”

how do they react when someone else is crying? can they comfort a stranger? she tries to give some sort of solution or comfort, she is empathetic

how are they around pets? are they allergic to any? she is allergic to tooka cats, she loves wolves 

following up, do they have allergies? to some pollens, and tooka cats

do they take off their shoes going into a stranger's house? would they offer to do the dishes? she offers to help cleaning up

do they call strangers by their first name or title? she is a professional lawyer so she calls people on their title/ titled name or accost

how do they show fear? trying to hide it? shaking? etc. she tries to hide it and acting calm and collected, try to show out her fearlessness, her voice is tremble and she shake's lightly

what is their impact on other characters? she usually gives the impression of a beautiful, clever, well spoken intelligent women who is very elusive and cunning

how could any of these change by the end of the story? we can see her softened up and warm hearted true self in the end of Heavenbound, she heals her traumas from Starcrossed, lets go of her past and builds her own family. She learns to trust and she dies while she is defending others. 

Taglist: @hellhound5925 @cloneloverrrrr @stardustbee @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @firstofficerwiggles

let me know if you would like to be added!

#meet my oc #nina nerasus #oc nina cerasus #nika's writing #star-crossed the fic #maul and nina #if you have questions i am so happy to answear them #character deep dive #OC info dump #OC info #my oc nina cerasus #my oc #maul x nina #heavenbound the fic

[horrendous-bisexual-showdown]

Poll 1

Hinata (She/They) by @to-hell-with-good-intentions

Why Should Your OC Win?

Okay buckle up. First of all? Bisexual. Painfully so. She’s in love with a girl and it’s adorable and sickening. She spends every waking hour being like “I get to see Chloe today. I love Chloe. I can’t wait to talk to Chloe.” When she’s actually IN A BUILDING with Chloe she’s a wreck. Cannot stop giggling. Looks up every time someone passes by in case it’s Chloe. She’s trying to figure out how to ask her out but her only ideas have been “Scientists are interested in science just like I’m interested in you” or “Want a raisin? No? How about a date?” She’s the frontman of an emo cover band and also plays the bass. She’s got CFS and uses a wheelchair. She’s a scene girl with an ungodly amount of hair dye in her closet. She burns water. Sets fire to instant ramen. Can’t figure out how to work a tea bag. She’s horrible functionally but wonderful in theory. She’s my favourite. My blorbo. My skrunkly. She deserves to win everything ever.

What is Your OC Like?

She’s so caring. She carries around candies and hair clips in case her friends are sad. She’s kind and kinda stupid and gentle and confused all the time. She loves to laugh and does so often. She gives all of herself to others without expecting anything in return (this is often not a good thing). She considers everyone she’s ever talked to her bestie but is nervous to say so in case they don’t reciprocate. She gets her mom to adopt all her closest friends. She’s failing almost every class, especially English. And she’s a disaster. And autistic. And ADHD. End scene.

Dina Becher (It/Its) by @sanfielle

Why Should Your OC Win?

where do i even start. dina is a short king. its a disaster bi whose whole life has been dictated by the whims of forces outside its control. the embodiment of the whole universe talked to dina just to tell it dad jokes the entire time. dina played too much LoL growing up and has had its vocabulary permanently impacted by this. it started playing a stupid game that spawned it into a firey hellzone. its the most unlucky person in the world. help it out a little. it needs some kind of W. please. please

What is Your OC Like?

looks: pretty short, short brown hair in dreads, light to mid brown skin, hazel eyes, default expression is nervous or grumpy.

personality: lonely, paranoid, and determined. it just wants to have fun and be itself but there are noobs to pwn and ladders to walk under.

dina is from my webcomic PROLEGOMENON, available on neocities.org ^_^

#round 2 #polls #Hinata #Dina Becher

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

Could you make a brief description of your main/favourite OCs or other important things, I have a bad memory and am confused 👉🏻👈🏻

HELLO! hi hi hi uh. hellow sienna :3 yes of course. i will choose a VERY MINIMAL AMOUNT OF OCS just the ones i’m always ranting about. ALSO I KNOW YOU SAID BRIEF BUT. I AM VERY BAD AT THAT SO HERE’S WHATEVER THIS IS:

1. GEMMA. (Gemma the ??? technically)

Gemma is a green… bird. We do not know what kind of bird she is. She’s Bean’s mom and she runs the criminal underworld of hybrid mobians, trafficking, and mobian puppy mills. She’s not particularly mean or violent though, the joke being that she’s also omnipotent and can break the fourth wall, just with the dark twist that she’s always known everything ever and knows she’s an OC and that I’m even talking about her right now, hence why doing the immoral shit that she does is not ultimately a bad thing since no one she hurts is real. ALSO, she’s based off of Gemma Teller-Morrow from Sons of Anarchy so if you ever draw her, try to make her look like a bird version or Katey Segal :)

2. BRANDO. (Brando the Hawk lol)

Jet’s Dad. Looks like Jet but if he was an alcoholic who somehow manages a receding hairline. Hansu once drew him with a monocle and top hat as a joke but I found it so hilarious we might just keep it. He sounds like James Lance (actor) if his voice was more broken and growly and mumbly, and if he was human he’d have Lance’s hair as well. (He misses his wife, Sienna)

3. ADAM!!! (Adam the Albatross)

Adam is Storm’s dad and he looks like him but instead of being round and fluffy strong, he’s abtastically ripped. You see how I draw mobians you know what’s up LOL. anyways, he was a teen dad and did a really good job, and he works at Prison Island. Well, he did, now it’s blown up, so he works at the inland prison instead. He’s a bit of a manchild and his girlfriend is Jewel’s mom Opal (hehe Lea’s OC) because he sorta has a milf problem. He’s like if Jesse Pinkman was an adult instead of an oversized teenager, yet is still quite childish (in a cute way! he eats dino nuggets for dinner). Think “drawing Storm but for a thirsttrap” and you’ve nailed him

4, CAREY AND DARLA!!! (Carey the Jackdaw & Darla the Swallow)

You really think I’m gonna just include one??? These are Wave’s parents and I’m in love with their designs. Carey is a jackdaw with vitiligo which means he gets patches of white feathers in certain places due to black pigment being a recessive genetic trait due to the Salem trials (long story, you asked for the short version lol). He dyes his front feathers red to be like Party Poison from Danger Days, and often wears a pair of working denim jeans that are kinda stained with oil and paint but that makes them look cooler. He’s Eggman level smart and super witty, but extremely humble and only wants to use his knowledge to help other people. It’s a jackdaw thing. He loves shiny stuff (read: he loves machinery) and also adores his wife. Such a wife guy but in the genuinely good and wholesome way. SPEAKING OF, DARLA IS A BUBBLEGUM PUNK TO ME! She was part of all the mobian riots in the 80’s and operated an illegal shelter for homeless youth via her massive roller rink that’s dead centre in her city that she refuses to sell for luxury condos or parking lots. That is HER block of land and she’s not moving it, so she helps keep kids (especially mobian youth who are disproportionately affected) off the street. She loves wearing full denim and is an array of blue colours. Also, despite her husband being super fucking tall, she’s also pretty tall for a lady! Very round too though, like a feathery ball, very cute and round and pudgy I love her.

I actually have acceptable fanart of these two on hand because Infifi drew them once so here’s that:

#bsc ocs #gemma the ??? #brando the hawk #adam the albatross #carey the jackdaw #darla the swallow

[lunaria1]

Labyrinth OC

Name: Luna Rose Williams

Age: 20

Species: Human

Sexuality: Bi

Family: She's Sarah's adopted older sister

Birthday: 25th March

Pronouns: She/they

Weight: 55kg

Height: 5'9ft tall

Looks: She has long black hair that she tends to dye a deep red or any other colour that she feels like. Her hair goes down to her waist and it's very thick and fluffy. She has bright blue eyes with strong and long lashes. Her skin is pale but not as pale as a ghost, she struggles to get a tan because of that. Her body is slim but her thighs are clearly bigger than her upper body which she doesn't mind at all. She has a few minor scars from accidents that have happened during performances that she has done but they aren't very deep.

Casual: Leggings and a shirt. Sometimes the leggings will be replaced with a skirt but she'll never wear jeans. She hates how jeans feel and how tight they can be

Formal: Depends on the occasion but she'll wear some sort of dress and corset. The length will depend on her mood

Personality: She is a very clever and kind hearted person. Though she isn't afraid to be rude and blunt if she has to. She doesn't let people walk over here and she can easily tell me if a person is toxic or not or if they're lying because of how much attention she pays towards everything. Unlike Sarah she does try to get along well with her step- mother but that's because she does have experience in that field already. She can act childish sometimes because of her trauma, having been abandoned by her bio parents when she was 3 and going from home to home multiple times until she was a teenager. When she does get angry there's not much you can do to calm her down, she's very unpredictable when angry.

Likes:

Theatre

Plays

Acting

Singing

Dancing- including ballroom dancing

Cooking

Collectables

Plushies

Summer time

Helping Sarah out with her acting

Dislikes:

Bullies

When Sarah acts dramatic for no reason

Terrible parents

Thunderstorms

Going near her old orphanage- brings back bad memories

People taking her stuff without permission

Shouting-unless it's part of an act

Other information:

She's actually the one who got Sarah into acting and theatre

She did see the link between some of her favourite fairytales and the Labyrinth( e.g. she figured out that the peach must have been tampered with before Sarah took a bite out of it)

She also figured out some of the riddles before Sarah but didn't tell her in time. Like she would have been tapping on every single wall to check if it's real and during the two doors riddle she would only talk to the one that told them the rules because they had to be telling the truth

She actually really likes Toby and feels very protective over him and Sarah. Especially after the Labyrinth incident

She kept her birth surname, Rose, and took on the William surname as well

#own character #labyrinth movie #labyrinth #david Bowie goblin king #jareth #the goblin king #sarah williams #toby williams

[thesmallmeggles]

Violet And Zanzo Relationship Bits

Not organized in the slightest

Cringe Fail Aut4Aut woo!

Violet fell first (but attempted to brush those feels aside) and Zanzo fell harder.

Zanzo's quick to say that Violet's his girlfriend. Violet downplays their bond in the beginning (and feels guilty everytime 💔)

One day, Violet decides that she's going to be open about her feelings. And if anybody doesn't like it, they can... step on a Lego.

Violet does not ask about the body pillow. She figures Zanzo is an adult who can do whatever he wants. (Zanzo shares his reasons for having the pillow at one point.)

They dye their hair together! Violet does hers a medium dark blue.

When it came time to confess his feelings, Zanzo decided to kabedon Violet. It didn't work out the way he thought it would 😟 (Violet was in the meltdown zone due to unrelated factors from earlier in the day. So being seemingly boxed in by an intense looking individual tipped her over the edge.) But they made up afterwards so it's okay 💚

One time, Violet accidentally referred to Zanzo as her husband to a mutual friend. After getting over the shock, Zanzo would not stop teasing her about it.

Zanzo gives Violet little gadgets he's made. One of them is a portable shield disguised as a piece of jewelry. (You bet that's getting used.)

Airi (OC: Zanzo's assistant robot) third-wheels on their dates sometimes. They also are among the first to know about their relationship, because Zanzo tells Airi just about everything. (Especially after losing his main friend group due to the fallout from canon events.)

Caramel (OC: Violet's friend and roommate) arrived home early from work one afternoon and overhead Violet and Zanzo on a video call. Considering Mel is a Project Armstrong participant, that led to a Big Old Mess, oh boy 😓 (Should be noted Caramel teased Violet pre Project Armstrong Disaster about her crush on Zanzo.)

The first McCormick family member(s) Zanzo met were Violet's bio dad and step mom. It was... Awkward. (Especially since Zanzo and Violet were pretending to be Just Friends around the 'rents.)

Violet met Zanzo's parents. She's at least heard of Katsu (twin brother OC).

As a joke, they pretend the Zanzo plushies are their children. (*Fake sniff* "He looks just like his father.")

Sometimes they get into random debates, like who would survive a horror movie.

In the early stage of their relationship, Zanzo kept his prosthetics on at home whenever Violet stopped by because he didn't know how she would react to seeing his, uh, stumps (residuals, nubs, or whatever you want to call them). She's cool with them.

#launch the megalleon #oc x canon #hfr oc #hi fi rush oc #hfr zanzo #hi fi rush zanzo #selfshipping #post canon au #i cannot be stopped

[basicallyjaywalker]

For the OC ask game

Jackie Fei: 1, 11, and 19

Hannah Stone: 4, 12, and 24

Roxie Andrews: 8, 20, and 25

TOASTY!!!!! Back again to allow me to lore dump (ty for the ask!!!!)

Jackie Fei:

1: Her voice? Hmm, I don't have a voice claim for her yet but I always imagined it as very clear and firm, like a bell ringing the time. There's something very sure in the way she speaks.

11: Her family life? Hmm, in terms of biological family, her parents are dead. Her relationship with her mother is very loose, built on stories she's told by those who knew her. She knows nothing about her father, since he was someone her mother met long after she lost touch with the other elemental masters.

She was raised by a caretaker named Madame Donadieu who really, really didn't like her. Treated her more like a servant than a child. Jackie doesn't consider her family, but does acknowledge that woman raised her, unfortunately.

Her family as she knows it now is her team and the ninjas. Master Twyla is the closest thing to a mom she's ever had and she considers Misako like a second mom. Kai is very close to an annoying brother. She, Hannah, and Roxie all have a close connection, each due to the similarities they share in their pasts. Traumabonding talks at 3 AM when?

19: Reaction to betrayal? Absolutely crushed, but depending on the severity of the betrayal, ready to cut ties. Worst case scenario, you've also got a pissed off magic-user who it's on sight with.

Jackie stakes a lot in her trust, especially because sometimes she's trusted too easily and it's come back to bite her (Hello, Overlord). Betraying her, getting her or her friends hurt in the process, is an excellent way to make a terrible enemy.

Hannah Stone:

4: Her insecurities? Feeling weak or helpless. When she was still on Chen's Island, she constantly dealt with taunts of her being weak. She was constantly beaten and bruised to train her to take on every other elemental master in the future. As a result, she's very insecure about being vulnerable and it takes a lot of trust from her to see her in any state that's not trying to be "tough."

12: Romantic life? Mwahaha, shipping chart time

Her first girlfriend was Skylor! Though she didn't know that Skylor was Chen's daughter and figured she was the child of another cult member, like Kyle was. Skylor was sometimes sent to check on her and take care of her and they ended up taking a liking to each other. Unfortunately, you shouldn't combine the daughter of a manipulative cult leader who has yet to unlearn her brainwashing and the volatile human weapon he's training, that's not healthy for either of them. They broke things off right before Hannah and Kyle escaped. They're on good terms post-s4, but anything romantic has been tabled.

She and Nataly had something for a little while, but it didn't last. It was way too soon after Hannah left Chen's Island and she still wasn't willing to be emotionally open or available. They're still good friends and close confidants.

Her and Kai... well, they're kind of my end game. They mesh well with each other. Whereas Kai's mellowed out more already, Hannah's still got that hotheadedness. I think he'd provide her with some stability and support she desperately needs. Plus, I love couples who, while they bicker and poke fun at each other, still love each other all the same.

Bonus: Kai helps her cut and dye her hair sometimes. When they'd been dating for a while, she got red streaks and he helped her put them in.

24: What motivates her? Two things:

Self-motivation: spite and malice! Listen, is it super healthy? No. But something that kept her from turning tail and running during the Tournament was going in there and winning the damn thing so she could spit in Clouse's stupid face. Often, that desire to spit in the face of whoever is what drives her to do other things. Bonus if that whoever is a shitty authority!

External motivation: protecting her friends/family. While the opportunity to spit in Chen's stupid face kept her going on the Island, it was her friends who got her there to begin with. They were going to go and she wanted to keep them safe. She knew the Island and Chen better than them, so she swallowed her fear and came with.

Roxie Andrews:

8: What she likes to eat? Anything home-cooked tbh. Homecooked meals for her were a rarity and it shows that you care enough to put time and effort into making something for her, and that means a lot. It can taste terrible even and she'll still love it.

20: Reaction to a mystery love letter? Schoolgirl giggling and daydreaming about who it could be. Flustered and embarrassed but in a good way!!! Absolutely telling all of her friends about it.

25: Why I enjoy her? Roxie is one of my most down-to-earth characters, compared to the others. She's unshakeable. She's caring. She's one of the few who are so genuinely goodhearted and noble that I have trouble imagining her turning evil or hurting people. There's something about her that just makes me want to hold her and give her only good things. I gave her parental issues and a crippling sense of self-doubt instead, but that's neither here nor there.

Also, it's really funny to imagine her dealing with her team. She is the leader because she is the most stable of the six, which isn't saying much. She's got them all on child leashes except for Jackie, who just cannot be the leader because she's too likely to get herself killed. Somebody get this poor girl an aspirin.

Original ask game here!

#oc ask game #ask game #toasty tag

[master-k0hga]

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| Man who likes fashion, makes cool outfits and make-up and has a muscly pretty-boy demon as a bf..

Muscly demon pretty-boy OC who's been an OC of mine for a very long time... Winnie was made some time early last year-late last Christmas.. But they are super in love and are actually not toxic asf to each other; They are supportive, adorable, playful and loving towards each other and that's what everybody needs in life..

Winnie is lucky asf to have such a supportive demon bf-

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Name: Winston Morris Species: Human General Personality: Flirty, cuddly, friendly, overall positive, outgoing Height: 6ft Relationship Status: In a relationship

Extra Info:

Is a tailor but prefers to be referred to as a seamstress

Is also very good when it comes to make-up, especially for kids parties, when it comes to model work; Like being the guy who customises personal and professional make-up for small town celebrities

He is very calm most of the time but will have his energetic moments no doubt, sometimes appears rather timid to new colleagues and customers, but will warm up to them when he's used to them; Has been told on multiple occasions after the warm up of how much of a delight he is to work with

Loves cooking, especially loves to try out extravagant recipes from top-ranking chefs all over the world (even if it doesn't pan out exactly the way he wanted, his boyfriend loves his food and he has fun cooking anyways

His hair isn't actually white, it used to be black; However where he has bleached his hair a lot, it's mainly a gray-ish colour without the white and pink dye; He does spend a long time on his hair

Was born with a lot of joint problems, he was a malnourished baby and dealt with a lot of health complications growing up, especially his spine and has had quite a few operations and therapy to help with his condition; Although it may not look it, he is still in immense pain in his lower back (somehow managing to hide that however is a wonder. But from when he was 11, he has improved majorly)

Would love to marry his boyfriend one day so they could work his small little business together, Mali would be an awesome model for his creative fits

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Ok I'm done with this guy now, hoping I'll draw him more later on.. Haven't really drawn Winnie so much since I did his ref and that sucks, cuz he's a very nice OC.. Nothing overall dramatic, something more down to earth and more close to "reality" in a sense (minus the demon boyfriend thing)

So it's nice kinda having OCs from time to time that are just on the chill side of the character making spectrum!

Anyways I'm done for now... More later since I'm only working 4 hours today instead of the usual, so I'll have some time to do more drawing when I get back before another busy 8 hours tomorrow..

. Winston, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Fandomless #Original Character #Winston #Winnie #OC #Male #Misc OCs #Human #My Character #My OC #My Art #Re-post #My art re-posted #.. #I do have loads more OCs that are in need of re-designing #.. But I'd have to have like.. A year off work if I want to be able to focus on them all without giving up too quickly.. #I don't understand how people can have like 100s of OCs and still get to them all in a timely manner #I used to managed somewhat... But it's not so easy now.. Especially when you try re-doing all the things in an OCs design that #Shouldn't be too hard and you can actually do after years of somewhat improving with art.. #But it just doesn't happen so then you lose the will to keep trying again and again.. #Which sucks cuz I don't want to get rid of any of my OCs they all play a part in all my projects and I hate that about having too many... #Oh well who cares..

[gritsandbrits]

Hii there! So I love learning about people's OC's, so who's your ninjago OC? Who are they, what are the broad strokes of their backstory? What's their personality like? Do they have a best friend or anyone they have an especially strong connection with?

Sorry for soooo many questions btw, I be curious XD

Thank you for asking! I feel bad for not doing much with odette when in reality i removed so much of what made her interesting in the first place :P

SO Odette is an ninja/apprentice who is part yokai (human x oni hybrids in my lore) and human. After her father dies her mom decides to move the whole family to the city for a fresh start. To keep herself distracted Odette gets a gig working at the dojo and that's where she meets the ninja. She and Lloyd begins with a frenemy vibe bc he's still heartbroken over Harumi and she has hang ups over revealing her oni ancestry right after the invasion. Odette decides to study Spinjitzu and after a couple of months, she becomes the Pink Ninja. Because Ninjago needs an actual PINK ninja and not just for a joke

Odette is feisty, spunky, a bit hardheaded and tends to underestimate her own strength. She also has a bout of loneliness cuz she's the only person left in her immediate family with physical Oni traits. So she usually kept to herself until joining the Ninja. Cole is her best friend.

Odette comes from a large family: her parents thought it was funny to give them all bird names: Starling, Hawk, Falcon, Ducky, Robin, Fowler & ofc Odette. The surname is Vulcanis (taken from her mom; like how Lloyd's surname is his dad's first name). She has some yokai cousins who have stronger connections to their ONI side; she hates them lol

Her abilities include super strength on par with Cole, immunity to vengestone and some aura manipulation. She can also do Spinjitzu and Airjitzu, and her shapeshifting improves into a useful skill for disguise. I know it sounds a bit mary suish but literally the entire team is OP.

In terms of looks Odette has purple eyes, dark brunette hair and looks like a standard minifig except her smile bears fangs and she has horns (also headcanon her ears are POINTY). Her fashion tends to be a mix of casual and alt/emo(?) think g1 MH. In yokai form she develops markings and tusks but lack an extra set of arms. She also likes to dye her hair bright neon pink.

#gb asks #oc: odette

[samieree]

Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter VII "Mutual Happiness" [+18]

Chapter VIII "Temporary peace"

In the morning, the two of them were still lying together, right next to each other. Amy was still dozing, her head and hand on Robb's chest, while he gently ran his hand through her loose hair, smiling as he did so.

"My love, it's morning..." he said, kissing her head through her hair.

"Doesn’t matter." she swung her bent leg over his hips and turned onto her stomach to look at him, while playing with his chest hair with her hand. "I could stay like this all day."

She felt joy after what happened last night, but also... A kind of freedom. No one will take away from her what happened, no one will change it, and what's more, it was her decision. It was she who decided with whom she wanted to share such moments and she was very happy about it. For the first time in her life she felt this kind of freedom and she didn't want to go back to a life where someone made decisions for her...

"The world won't wait." he stated, putting his arm around her.

"It'll." Amy smiled, lifting it a little on her shoulder. "A few minutes of laziness won't change it."

"A lot can happen in a few minutes." he rose to a sitting position, still holding her close to him. "You can overthrow a king and change the world. Or... You can marry the woman you love."

"Wolfie..." she started, but she didn't finish when he lunged at her neck as if he wanted to tear it apart like a real wolf. "Robb, I'm going to strangle!" she started laughing, especially when he found places on her body that were sensitive to tickling. "Stop!" she rolled onto her back and he followed her. She laughed until the teasing of her body turned into kissing her neck and gently running hands over her body. "I hope you have a shawl or something like that, because I'm sure my neck is all red."

He stopped and rose on his arms, looking at Amy carefully. Perhaps it shouldn't have taken this long to see if the neck was actually covered in red spots, but oh well... He couldn't help himself when a beautiful, naked woman lay right beneath him.

"Not so much." he finally stated, playing with her light hair. "Don't dye them, they look good as they are." he added, looking at her with a smile.

"It's just a pity I don't have curls like that." she laughed, tangling her hands in Robb's hair. They were as soft as she had imagined.

"I imagine a little, laughing girl with silver curls and bright eyes." he said, leaning over her a little more and lightly rubbing his nose against hers.

"I'm afraid I didn't have locks when I was a child either..."

"I meant... our daughter." he interrupted her, lying down next to Amy on his side.

She had to admit that he surprised her with this statement, but... She also had a vision of such a girl, their daughter, before her eyes right now.

She didn't look that far into the future, but she could confidently say that he was probably the first person with whom she would like to get together and start a family. She had met plenty of Lords in her life who would love to take her as their wife, but she knew they would treat her like a trophy. She would be their key to the royal court and a more comfortable life.

And now she was far away from it all. She wasn't a princess, she was a woman infatuated - perhaps even in love.

"You meant to say: Your little princess." he rolled his eyes, moving his hand to her stomach at those words. "Maybe you'll get her someday, your princess with the curly silver hair." she added, placing her hand on his, on her stomach. As always, the thought of pregnancy and motherhood terrified her a bit, but now she was starting to look at it from a different perspective, a positive one.

Oh, what are you doing with me…

"Unless my mother decides to keep me under lock and throw keys away."Amy laughed, shaking her head. "I love her, she's my mother, but she can be... Overprotective."

"She doesn't like me." she sad, also turning on her side, facing Robb.

"Nonsense."

"She doesn't like me and probably won't change her mind. Never." she shrugged.

"She will, once she gets to know you better. And she'll probably even start treating you like her daughter and only then you can start to be afraid." Amy laughed again, burying her face in Robb's chest. "Don't laugh, I'm serious." he took her face in his hands and turned her to look at him.

"I think our mothers would get along." she said, rising a little and kissing him. "I guess I finally have to get up. I wouldn't want anyone to find me here like this." she wanted to pull away and get up, but he didn't let her, hugging her around her waist and around her neck.

"No one will come here, let me enjoy you just a little bit more."

"You said it yourself earlier that you had to get up. And we will have plenty of time to enjoy each other." she explained, resting her hands on his chest, giving him a quick peck on the lips and pulling away, taking the covers with her.

However, when she sat on the edge of the bed, Robb took the covers from her in one move. She looked at him over her shoulder, reaching out for the fabric.

"Are you ashamed of your state?" he asked, ignoring her significant gaze.

She silently stood up, went to grab the clothes that were still on the ground, and picked them up.

"There." she said, throwing all these clothes at him, then crossed her arms as she walked towards the chair where another cloth was hanging.

"Is this how you treat your king?" he said mockingly.

"And how do you treat the princess?"

"Wait... That's my bathrobe." he said as the girl put the said bathrobe on. It was obviously too big for her, but she had no problem with it.

"And?" she walked a little closer to the bed where he was still lying.

When she was close enough, he suddenly moved up, grabbed her by the waist, and rolled her back onto the bed, accompanied by her laughter.

"Robb... We have to get up. I'm sure you have some things to do." he sighed, getting up from her and sitting on the bed, which she did right after him.

She took the dress she was wearing the day before and got up to put it on. Robb started dressing up too and soon they were both dressed.

"But will you come in the evening...?" he asked hopefully, still lightly hugging her waist.

"And why?" she raised an eyebrow, tying the boy's leather shirt all the way.

"I don't want to sleep alone anymore..." he admitted, leaning towards her and pressing their foreheads together. "I wish I could hug you freely in front of everyone, not have to wonder what my mother would say if she caught us, not..." she interrupted him, placing her index finger on his lips.

"Relax." she smiled gently, moving her hand to his cheek. "I will come, especially for you."

He smiled back and kissed her gently, lovingly, twisting a lock of her hair around his finger. She placed her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes a little, returning his caresses. He reached for some loose fabric that was lying on the chair and threw it around her neck right after they broke apart.

"So you do have a shawl after all." she said, straightening the fabric around her neck and covering it a little with her cloak, which she put over her shoulders.

They didn't say a word, just exchanged smiles and the girl left the tent. She could already see on the horizon the interrogation that Talisa would give her, in which she would have to lie a little.

Most of the day did not pass in any extraordinary way for either of them. One could even go so far as to say that it was a routine day, practically no different from others.

Well, except that Robb had gone to meet his mother before the evening, wondering in the back of his mind all day what he actually wanted to tell her. He found a few sentences that would be most appropriate for the conversation he was about to have, but he didn't lie to himself that the Catelyn would not reproach him - in fact, they were the most certain element of this conversation.

When it came down to it and he was sitting in a chair opposite her, all ideas for tackling the topic evaporated. He was running out of time to think of something when his mother brought them a water to drink, and like it or not, he had to look up at her and stop playing with his fingers, focusing most of his attention on that.

"So...?" she asked, slightly concerned about her son's long silence. By that she expected only bad informations that he just can't get past his throat.

He took a breath, casting a quick glance to the side before he said anything.

"I know what you're going to say... But I can't marry any of Lord Frey's daughters. Or any of his granddaughters and stuff like that." he confessed, not taking his eyes off his mother, who froze for a moment. Before giving any answer, she bought herself some time to think it over by taking a sip of water.

"What does "You can't" mean?"

"Exactly that. I can't marry any of them." he repeated, looking at his mother a little more confidently.

Due to his upbringing, he valued honor very highly. But he valued the honor of the person he fell in love with even more highly. He was afraid that someone would find out what had happened between them, and this would mean that he had disgraced her by taking her virginity without a marriage. And even worse if she got pregnant.

He wasn't going to put her in such a situation, he would rather break his promise than put her through such unpleasantness. But the problem was that she was so stubborn that she didn't want to marry him as long as he was bound by the oath...

"A few day a..."

"I know what I said." he interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. "But don't tell me you fully believed it yourself. Wait... You wanted to believe because you arranged this marriage."

She didn't like the tone of her son's words to her. She didn't like this whole conversation at all.

"To which you agreed and gave Lord Walder your word! That as soon as the war ends..."

"I know perfectly well what I said. Just like I know I won't do it." he tried to sit still and even succeeded. Apart from the racing thoughts in his head, of course.

"You can't break your word! Just do this and your people will do the same." she was angry and didn't even try to hide it. Not so long ago she was sure that everything was on track, but then she realized that she was wrong. "Maybe you'll tell me that this... silver-haired woman seduced you and convinced you to do it after being..."

"Stop bringing her into everything." he interrupted her abruptly, knowing full well what his mother was getting at - and she wasn't too close to the truth, although on the other hand she wasn't very far from it either. "I thought that as a mother you would be happy for your child."

"Happy?!" she stood up abruptly. "I could be happy because of it before all this, where it would actually be happiness. But now? It's more of a curse." as she looked at him, she began to see anger in his eyes for the first time since their conversation began.

He definitely didn't like his mother's reaction to all this.

"I told you I won't break my word and that's true." he rose from the chair, walking to the table on which there was a jug of wine. He needed something stronger than just water at this moment. "Even she doesn't want me to do it."

Catelyn laughed briefly and without even a hint of amusement.

"Probably the only good decision in her life."

"Why do you hate her so much?" he asked, turning to her with a glass of wine in his hand. "She's a good girl from a good family, and you insist on hating her. Why?"

"I don't hate her. And I don't deny that she is beautiful and even high-born..." no name had to be mentioned for them both to know exactly who they were talking about. "Not to mention your promise, how long have you known each other? You are young, I know this may seem important to you..."

"Because it is important to me." he interrupted her, drinking some wine. However, he seemed to ignore the question Catelyn asked him, but after a few minutes of silence, surprisingly, he answered it. "You once said that when you and father got married, you barely knew each other." he looked at his mother. "And now you say that I don't know the woman I want to marry too well?"

"You know perfectly well that it was a different situation. But since you're coming back to it, why, seeing that things have worked out for your father and me, don't you want to try with Frey's daughter?" he rolled his eyes at these words, when Catelyn looked somewhere to the side. "I realize that you're at war, you're under stress, and you're even more attracted to such a  feeling right now, but..."

"You still don't recognise the family she said when you first met?" he asked quickly, wanting to divert the conversation. While saying this, he was also swirling the glass in his hand, playing with the rest of the wine inside, wondering how to best put into words what he wanted to say. When his mother didn't answer him, he began to explain. "The Maester once told me about them. About the Igaren family - an offshoot of the Targaryens - in the kingdom created during the Targaryen glory beyond the wall. About the kingdom that was supposed fall with them." he put the goblet on the table, looking away from it and towards his mother. "Just like the rest of the family, they had light hair and violet eyes. The only difference between them is that they no longer exist, and the main line of the family continues." Catelyn snorted.

"All the Targaryens were killed after the mad king was overthrown, even the youngest children."

"What if... They were long far away from the Seven Kingdoms by then?"

"What do you mean?" she stood up, moving a little closer to her son.

"That Tywin and Robert didn't murder everyone."

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As promised, Amy came to his tent in the evening. She waited until a Lord who was on the meeting left and then after a few minutes she entered the tent herself.

Almost immediately after entering, Robb was right next to her, placing a short kiss on her lips and forehead.

"Don't tell me you miss me so much, because I won't believe it." she said, smiling and shaking her head. She pulled out the bottle of wine she had been holding across the road under her coat in one hand, smiling a little wider. "Nobody checks what I bring." he laughed, taking the bottle from her and opening it. "I just hope you obviously have gemstone-encrusted glasses you keep especially for the princesses." she said jokingly, following him to the table.

"Of course, rubies or emeralds?" he asked in the same tone, opening the bottle, when Amy placed her head on his shoulder, hugging him from behind.

"Rubies remind me of warmth, which I have always lacked. Although I don't know if the colors will blend with the wine..." she closed her eyes a bit, pretending to be thinking.

"What a serious considerations." he poured some wine into their goblets.

"But I brought it for myself, you can't drink, you have to think clearly."

"I'll drink just a little, I have a strong head." she raised an eyebrow at those words, moving away and taking one of the glasses in her hand, then sitting on the table.

"I have to get up much earlier tomorrow than today." she said unexpectedly, sipping some wine. "If I'm to go to talk with Lord Frey..."

"Wait a minute..." he interrupted her. "You want to go and talk?" she nodded. "I'll speak to him."

"Talking to others is not beyond me, really, I even have the gift of persuasion." she stubbornly stuck to her point. Especially since she already had an idea for such a conversation and was going to implement it. "You won't stop me anyway."

"I think you underestimate me." she rolled her eyes, looking somewhere to the side. "Besides, it's my business and I have to deal with it."

"Let me remind you that you are at war and you don't have time to go to Frey for tea. And I have this time."

"You want to go alone?" she drank the rest of the wine from her goblet and set it down on the table, and after a while she got down, coming close to Robb and leaning her hands lightly on his torso.

"It wouldn't be the first time I travel alone and talk to disgusting person, I'll be fine." she smiled gently, tracing his chest with her index finger.

She wondered for a moment if she wanted to add anything else, simply enjoying the moment alone with Robb when there wasn't that awkward kind of silence between them. She was aware that he wouldn't want to let her go there alone, but at the same time she wasn't going to give up when she had everything sorted out in her head and all she needed to do was convince him instead of starting a quarrel between them about the trip.

So she snuggled into his hand as he gently cupped her cheek and leaned towards her. She wanted this closeness, but at the same time she wanted to achieve her goal - and she could do both things at once.

"And this is not only your cause, but ours." she looked up into his eyes as she said these words. "Besides, I told you - I know how to talk with people."

She embraced his neck tighter, pulling him slightly towards her and connecting their lips in a passionate kiss, pressing her body against his as much as possible.

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-> Chapter IX "The Twins" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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[dotster001]

hi dot, congrats on 1.5k!! :D is it okay if i request an obey me regular matchup? here's some information about me!

i'm okay with any pronouns, i'm a virgo sun, taurus moon and sagittarius rising and my mbti is intp-t. my height is 170 cm (i think it's like.. 5'7?) i dye my hair very often and i tend to stand out from the crowd because of how bright my hair looks (and right now my hair is pastel pink!). i'm a quiet person who finds it hard to express emotions properly, so sometimes my attempts to show affection may look/sound a bit weird 😅 i do have my emotional side though and i get excited easily and if i hear a funny joke, i'm usually that person who laughs the loudest. i've been told by other people that i have a good eye for design (any kind of design, like character designs, interior design, fashion, etc) and people often ask me for advice whenever that topic is mentioned. also most people find me intimidating when they first meet me, probably because of my face expression 😭 i'm often told that most of the time i look like i really want to punch someone, haha. but when people get to know me, they tend to describe me as someone who is very soft and gentle (but who still has a lot of quirks though). i also really like cute things and i have a lot of plushies/stuffed animals! if something is not "cute enough" for me, i have a habit to draw on it, put stickers on it or try to change it in some other way. some of my other interests are drawing, writing, gaming, astrology, making aesthetic edits, psychology and philosophy. my "giving" love languages are giving gifts (especially handmade) and acts of service and i like to receive gifts myself and also words of affirmation.

i hope that's enough and it's not too short/long, please take your time and again, congrats on 1.5k!!

Event Closed

(correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you did a match up for me that got me all blushie and giggly, so hopefully this is on the same level 😜)

I match you with Diavolo.

I think what put him over the edge was you talking about your rbf, but being an excited person. I present to you, Diavolo, future king of the Demonic realm and those who worship darkness, but also simultaneously a himbo and puppy dog. A match made in heaven.

He's fascinated by humans. So if you find your ways of expressing emotions and affection weird…he just finds it endearing and adorable. He's excited by everything you do, and if your "thing" is unique,  he's all the more excited. (Side note, everytime I write about him I feel like I should be using all exclamation marks)

He loves your laugh. He loves that he can pick it out of a crowd. He's especially happy if he's the reason you're laughing. He loves when you laugh loudly and freely together. He especially loves if other people laugh along, or if Lucifer just gives you a tired sigh at your antics.

He loves if you design literally anything for him. If you and Asmo design him an outfit, or if you redesign a room, or make an  oc for him, he gets childishly excited. You made this. For him. He will now exclusively go by your design expertise. And so shall the rest of his kingdom! How does the position of "city planner" sound? Also, he hopes you have an oc for yourself, because he is going to daydream about all the adventures you'll go on! (Barbatos has caught him doing this when he was supposed to be doing paperwork)

He buys you every plushie he sees. Once he finds out how much you like cute things, that's it, it's over for you. You'll come back from a class at RAD and he'll drop a pile of plushies into your lap, with the proudest expression on his face. (Think a cat dropping a dead thing at your feet) He'll also buy you stickers and such to cute-ify your things, but he prefers how happy you get with plushies.

You and Diavolo were sitting side by side in the salon, while a lust demon hairdresser took a look at both of your hair.

"I'm thinking a fuchsia, or a bright green this time," you said.

"And the same for me please!" Diavolo added excitedly.

"Are you sure this is okay, your majesty?" The hairdresser asked, looking a little frightened.

"Absolutely, it'll be adorable," he said with a boisterous laugh.

You were a little concerned, but Dia had assured you it was totally fine for you both to have matching hair,  so who were you to argue?

The hairdresser pulled out the bleach, and was working on getting someone, anyone, to not be too scared of Dia to do his hair, when…

"Absolutely not."

"They found us," Dia whispered.

"I thought you said it was okay!" You whispered back.

"I lied."

Lucifer and Barbatos stormed over to your station, where Diavolo was lounging "casually".

"Well, hello, gentlemen-"

"Save it, young master. The future king of the Devildom is not dying his hair."

"But me and my little love muffin-"

"My lord, with all due respect, no," Lucifer said, shooing the one brave hairdresser away from his Prince.

He pouted, then leaned in to you.

"Next time, baby."

"You leave me out of your schemes!"

#matchups #1.5k followers #obey me x reader #obey me #om! diavolo