#lurking Lyra

[creepywrites]

Nationalities

Jeff the Killer- Swedish, Italian, Västergötland

Liu- Swedish, Italian, Västergötland

Ben- American, Alaska

Sally Dawn- Canadian, Ontario

Sam Williams- Canadian, American, Texas

Milo the Electrocuted- Italian, Lombardy

Lulu- Vietnamese, Vĩnh Phúc

Clockwork- French, Normandy

Zero- British, American, New Jersey

Jane the killer- American, California

Mary Vaughn- American, welsh

Jesse Richardson- American, Virginia

Jane Arkensaw- British, Lincolnshire

Vailly Evans- Chilean, Los Lagos

Nathan the nobody- American, Alaska

Eyeless Jack- African, Nigeria

Kate the chaser- Australian, American, Georgia

Rouge- Canadian, Alberta

Wilson the basher- welsh, Conwy

X-virus- American, New Jersey

Lazari- Ukrainian, Kharkiv Oblast

Stripes- American, Massachusetts

Kaidy- French, Corsica

Nina the killer- Mexican, American, Louisiana

Puppeteer- American, California

Zachary- American, Colorado

Rosemary- American, Maine

Emra- Italian, American, sicilia

Bloody painter- Japanese, Chinese, Chongqing

Suicide Sadie- British, London

Judge angel- Chinese, Philippines, Bukidnon

Nurse Ann- Taiwanese, taipei

Randy- Spanish, Álava

Sully- Spanish, Álava

Keith- Australian, Queensland

Troy- American, Louisiana

Dollmaker- Russian, Moscow

Svetlana- Russian, Siberia

Vicky genocidal- Canadian, Ontario

Hannah the killer- German, American, East Berlin

Hung iris- American, Illinois

Lifeless Lucy- British, Yorkshire

Legless Eliza- Portuguese, Évora

Mucky Child- American, Colorado

Lacy Morgan- British, American, Arizona

Asylum Nancy- American, Maine

Chris the revenant- German, American, Hessen

Monday child- Ukrainian, poltava

Laughing Jill- British, London

Laughing Jack- British, London

Toby- German, Bavaria

Lurking Lyra- German, Bavaria

Killing Kate-  Costa Rican, Alajuela

Lost Silver- Japanese, Hokkaido

Cata the Killer- Polish, Lodz

Rotten Abigail- American, North Carolina

The Hare- American, Arizona

The Doll- Mexican, Hidalgo

Raven- French, Île-de

Anna schurks- Romanian, Bucharest

Weeping forest- Puerto Rico, Adjuntas

Nightmare Ally- German, East Berlin

Red Death- German, Greek, Saxony

Gas mask maid- El Salvador, Cuscatlan

Tim- American, Georgia

Jessica- American, polish, Arizona

Taylor- Native American, Maine

#lulu #eyeless jack #jane the killer #ben drowned #Liu #headcanons #jeff the killer #creepypasta #nationalities #killing kate #vailly #cata the killer #lost silver #lurking Lyra #laughing jack #laughing jill #asylum nancy #lifeless lucy #hannah the killer #vicky genocidal #nurse ann #roadwalker #sally dawn #lazari creepypasta

[shokujin-art]

Getting on FFXIV after more than one year of hiatus to discover that... My character is like a an alternate universe of Lyra. Catgirl Lyra being a thing now 😂

#qsdlkjdf #either I'm not original in my characters #or Lyra always been lurking in my brain until my dol fixation #>:3c #myart #dol #ffxiv

[kanekoii]

How do you think Luxiem and Noctyx would react to collabing with the Reader who is a popular indie vtuber and their kamaoshi?

lyra’s notes -> methinks…you should read and find out

pairings -> luxiem, noctyx x gn! indie vtuber! kamioshi! reader

!! since this is intended to be romantic sorta, reader is male in uki’s part !!

genre -> scenario

song -> don’t wake me up - jonas blue & why don’t we

warnings -> they all have a crush on u, food in mysta’s part, joking mention of death in fuglur’s

VOX AKUMA ->

he’s going full adorable fanboy about it, screaming with joy when you agree to collab with him and freaking out over it on his twitter- i mean x. xitter. he will be so stoked about the opportunity to talk to you in person when he usually just lurks in your chat. he’ll take the opportunity to flirt with you and try to show off a little bit, only to fail miserably and be met with a laugh. yet he still made you laugh, so mission accomplished. he was so excited to collaborate with you and make you laugh, and he’s sure to ask to collab in the future.

IKE EVELAND ->

compliments. so many compliments. he’ll straight up tell you how excited he is to work with you and how you’re his kamioshi. ike will be sure to tell you how adorable he thinks you are and just how much he genuinely admires you. he is so absolutely smitten that poor boy can barely handle talking to you without blushing or getting flustered. the more times you collaborate, the more used to it he’ll become and the more he’ll start to hint at his crush on you.

LUCA KANESHIRO ->

he didn’t even believe you’d ask. you’re his literal kamioshi and you asked to collaborate with HIM of all people? he’s absolutely grateful for the opportunity to work with you and be able to talk to you more than just occasional comments in your chat when he’s not streaming. it was an off-collab too, so you’d be seeing him in person to see if he was just as pretty off camera as he was on. someone (me) akasupa’d and asked to give opinions on each other and the revelation that you loved his content just as much as or even more than he loved yours had his heart soaring.

SHU YAMINO ->

he would get SO flustered and nervous before you hop on call together to play the horror game he had chosen. it would likely lead to poor boy getting more scared than usual just because he’s nervous to be talking to someone he admires that much for the first time. he would most definitely try to flex his math skills too as some weird way of trying to gain your attention. every time he makes you even smile with his silly comments, his heart will soar out of pure pride.

MYSTA RIAS ->

he’s keeping it cool. or at the very least, he’s trying to. he knows his personality type doesn’t appeal to everyone and he’s so happy when he finds that you actually enjoy his loud yet introverted personality and his weird antics. the stream you did together was you teaching him how to cook without poisoning everyone. please teach him how to wash rice properly and how to cook it without the starch water. please i’m begging teach him how to cook and he will be so happy, bragging to chat that he learned this recipe from you.

FULGUR OVID ->

hooligan wants to play co-op rage games with you just to see you mald and absolutely lose it. hear me out, what if he invites you to a crab game or among us collab and introduces you to everyone and he gets teased for teaming with you and trying to essentially carry you. instead of die for nari it’s die for you. he will see to it personally that you win every game you play together just as a little chance to impress you and get you to smile. that would make him SO happy.

SONNY BRISKO ->

cutie will be so taken aback to see you in his chats sometimes, so a collaboration would be more than heaven to him. he looks up to you and your content so much that he’s sure he’s dreaming when he has a full conversation with you on stream. your collective chats ship it SO much. imagine all the ship edits when you do a stream together in person as an off-collab.

UKI VIOLETA ->

(male reader for this one) he would definitely do a baking stream! much like the ones he’s done with his fellow nijisanji en members, he gives vague instructions and you try to figure it out from there. while uki is muted, his viewers would be subject to comments about oh my god he’s adorable he’s trying so hard to make me happy. ugh boy is down bad and let’s just say there will be so many more streams like that in the near future <3

ALBAN KNOX ->

he’s SO insanely shy and nervous it’s adorable. though, as the stream with you goes on, he becomes less nervous and goes back to his normal silly self. if he needs to, he’ll break out the mickey voice to make you laugh but that’s a last resort. his personality compliments yours in such a way that it’s just so enjoyable to watch, and he’s such a comforting person to be around as well.

#lyr.fic #nijien x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijien #luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma x you #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro x you #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland x you #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino x you #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x you #noctyx #noctyx x reader #noctyx x you #fulgur ovid #fulgur ovid x you #fulgur ovid x reader #sonny brisko

[bungalowbear]

Across the Stars Interlude

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!reader

Word Count: 500

Summary: A send off for Tara.

Warnings: talks of death and grief, burning of a body

A/N: Thank you all for coming back to read this story after my lengthy time away from it. I truly appreciate it! Things will pick up again after this and we’ll be seeing more of our boys again. I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to send them my way. Thank you!

Series Masterlist

There is no destination in mind when you leave Ibaar. All you can think to do is put as much distance between you and the Empire as you possibly can.

So you fly all the way to the edge of the Outer Rim, landing on a remote planet with miles and miles of grassland and forests and scattered mountain ranges. Feline creatures peek their heads out of the tall grass. They keep their distance but you can sense their eyes on your small group.

You, Petro, Gungi, and Lyra stand around a wooden pyre, erected from fallen branches of the trees in the area. Tara’s small body lays on top. Lyra washed away the blood and redressed her in clean garments.

The clearing is quiet. Even the creatures lurking know this is a somber occasion. The wind blows and rustles the cones in the trees above. They make a sound so natural and gentle that you feel as if the Force itself is here to guide the youngling into the next phase of her life cycle.

You step forward, torch in hand. Your body moves on instinct. Lower the torch. Light the pyre. Send Tara off in the tradition of the Jedi. Let her go.

But it’s the hardest thing you can possibly do in this moment. Guilt and shame weigh down on you. She shouldn’t have died in your care. You could have done more. It’s your duty as the older Jedi to keep them alive. And you failed.

Flame meets wood. It takes a minute for the fire to kindle, then within the next minute the entire pyre is ablaze, dancing with orange and yellow flames. Tara is engulfed by their heat and slowly her body begins to succumb to the fierce element.

You rejoin Petro, Gungi, and Lyra a few feet away. Each stare at the pyre with watery eyes, sniffling and holding onto each other. Petro and Gungi hold hands while Lyra has her arm looped through Gungi’s right one as she rests her head on his shoulder.

As you take your place beside them, your expression remains stoic. If you show even an ounce of what you’re feeling it will all come pouring out. Your Master would scold you if she were here. She’d tell you this is a natural part of the life cycle. There is no need to hold onto these emotions because what has happened is already done. There is nothing you can do except accept it and move on. Protect those who still live.

“The Empire has hunters,” you say. “Jedi hunters.”

Petro peeks his head around Gungi. “What does that mean?”

“It’s not safe to travel together anymore.”

No one gives voice to the reality. You will have to split up. Traveling in a group will attract more attention, easily putting you back on the Empire’s radar.

Instead, you all remain silent as the fire rages on. A small hand slip into yours. You hold fast to the silent comfort.

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[jinxhallows]

𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter lucky thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen ((you are here)) |

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ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ -- @sikebishes @hamburgers101 @felix-housewife @agnes-king @exfolitae @brojustfknkillm3 @skzswife @just-randomm-stuff @thunderous-wolf @3rachasninja @katsukis1wife @hanjingin @mylilliposts

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Santiago methodically lays out the estimated duration it will take for you to reach the final point of contact, another type of demon who holds the key to getting to the entrance of Abysmora’s gates. Leo and Lyra, a couple of strides behind, quietly prepare themselves for the journey ahead.

"Don't you do anything reckless now, you hear? You don't know these people, we're doing this because we owe them demons, and Santiago looks out for us, your family," he stresses. Lyra nods, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Of course, this was her family, they raised her, taught her everything, and helped her grow into the wolf she's become. But now, armed with the chilling details of the night of her parents' murder, she begins to wonder—what if that dreadful night hadn't happened? Could she have been raised with her original family?

And why didn't Leo tell her, if he knew? Perhaps it was to protect her, but she's beginning to question that, along with many other things.

But he's right; she may be your sister by blood, but who knows how your different lives have shaped you.

Beneath the silvery moonlight, the forest unfurls in a mesmerizing display of nature's grandeur. Towering trees, ancient and wise, stand like stoic guardians, their branches interweaving to create an intricate tapestry against the night sky.

"I'll be okay," Lyra mutters.

"This ain't your fight to fight, Lyra—"

"I said I'll be okay, damn it!" She flares up, immediately recoiling as she looks down. "I'm sorry; it's just... I've seen the pack do this over and over again. Have faith in me. I can do this. We can do this," she asserts, aware of Leo's love for her, his paternal instincts strong. Though she's never led the pack to Abysmora, she's seen others embark on the journey and return unscathed. The pack had no business in Abysmora anymore, like they did in the past when they first settled up here, so she hadn't ventured there herself.

"It's not that I doubt your abilities, Lyra. I just know you've been looking for your siblings your whole life. I know you, and I'm telling you, this ain't your fight to fight. They seem to have it together, know what they're doin' and all that. If she's with them, she's more than capable of taking care of herself," Leo says, his words still carrying the weight of his wisdom. He then sighs, becoming aware of his lecture-like tone. "Just get back safe."

"I will." Lyra leans forward and steps up on her tiptoes, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you."

"Love you too, kid."

You all venture deeper into the woods, and the atmosphere isn't as tense as it often is when you’re constantly vigilant for lurking dangers. True, the threat of peril looms, but with a formidable pack of creatures armed with keen senses, they both deter weaker adversaries and can detect the scent of mightier foes in case anyone or anything wishes to challenge them.

The forest floor, adorned with plush moss and fallen leaves, appears to swallow every footstep, muffling the sounds of their journey. A gentle, cool breeze carries the earthy essence of the woods. The wolfpack moves confidently, and it's comforting not to feel so alone. A few minutes into their hike, once everyone has ensured they are on the same page, Lyra gradually drifts back towards you.

"Do you have a plan for when you get there?" she inquires. "Do you know where to find this flower?"

You shake your head thoughtfully. "No, but Felix and Jisung have a fairly good idea of where to look."

"And if demons attack you?"

"We fight," you assert confidently, and Lyra's heart swells with pride, hearing the unshakable determination in your voice. You and Lyra share this fearless spirit, a comforting connection.

"Saw you talking to Chan. So..." You lower your voice, even though Chan is quite a distance ahead, engaged in conversation with Santiago and a couple of wolves at the front of the group. "What do you think?" You ask, eager to know her impression.

"Well, he's going to put his best foot forward, I'm your sister he never expected to meet," she begins thoughtfully. "But he seems nice. He's got an accent, where's he from?"

"Australia."

"Oh, it's hot over there. How does a vampire hybrid exist in Australia?"

You ponder her point for a moment. "He's a hybrid, so he can tolerate a bit of sunlight."

"And Felix?"

Questions left unanswered hang in the air.

"To be fair, one, I never considered that, and two, I don't think they were turned there. You should ask him sometime, considering you two had those private conversations this morning," you suggest with an eye roll, fighting back a chuckle.

Lyra grows defensive. "He just wanted to know a bit more about conjure, that's all."

"Oh, just wanted to know a bit more about conjure, huh? That's funny. Vampires can't conjure."

There's a momentary silence between you both.

Felix must not have told you about the self-sacrifice, Lyra assumes by the confidence in your statement.

"Anyway, I can't imagine Australian vampires existing," she continues walking, her fingers laced through the backpack straps as she gazes at the path ahead, taking long, powerful strides. "That place gets so much sun. I'd be miserable."

"Well, they do," you retort, readjusting your backpack on your shoulders as you observe Chan chatting with Hyunjin, who's joined him. "I'm in love with one."

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"Brother, back at the first stop, with Lysandra," Chan begins, prompting Hyunjin to hum in curiosity. "You two have something going on or was I imagining things?"

"I mean, she's very intelligent, beautiful, well-spoken, and we shared great conversation. Is that what you mean?"

"Did you two...?"

Hyunjin smirks, savoring the enigma he's woven around their relationship. "No, we didn't have sex."

"I heard sex." Jisung wedges himself between the two brothers, glancing from one to the other. "They're back there discussing Australian vampires. I'm bored out of my mind. What's going on up here?"

"Hyunjin has something going on with Lysandra."

"I didn't say that—" He corrects his older brother.

"Come on, brother, it's not poisonous to admit when you like someone," Chan laughs. "For a demon, she's one hell of a conjurer."

"She's one hell of a creature," Hyunjin amends.

"Oh, you like her like her," Jisung teases.

"Like I said," Hyunjin reiterates, "We shared great conversation."

Jisung and Chan exchange eye rolls, recognizing that's all they'll get out of him for now. Jisung retrieves his water bottle from the side pocket of his backpack, takes a swig, then caps it and stows it away again. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Has the little witch been having any more nightmares?"

"No, nothing that's woken me up, at least."

"I'm worried. When I was possessed, what if I opened a portal? What if Edith's watching us, waiting for the moment to strike?" Jisung expresses his concern. "Things like that don't just happen to me."

Chan glances over at him. He wants to mention that Jisung might be more susceptible to attacks because he's losing power, but he's sworn to secrecy. As far as he knows, Hyunjin doesn't know about it either, nor does Felix.

"A lot of things have been happening to us lately that don't make sense," Chan offers.

Hyunjin, however, doesn't concur with Jisung's theory of Edith spying on them. "If she was going to do something, she would've done it by now. There were plenty of times she could've struck successfully in the last two days. She probably used up a lot of power just getting that message across.  A foolish mistake."

"How can we be sure it was Edith?"

"She's the only enemy we've got in purgatory right now."

There’s a wail that can be heard in the distance, and the wolfpack freezes, their senses on high alert even in their human forms, using their keen sense of smell and hearing to discern the danger. One of them points off to the side, “Nine o’clock.”

“What have we got?”

There is a shrill, bone-chilling scream from an otherworldly creature that none of you can spot as one of the Wolfpack members stumbles backward, his chest sliced with jagged claw marks, blood spilling forth as he yells and drops to his knees, pain searing through him.

“Never a dull moment,” Hyunjin says before he takes off toward the threat. Chan kicks off, leaving dirt in his wake, and Felix follows suit, leaving nothing but swaying leaves and branches as evidence of their presence.

“What’s going on?!” You ask frantically, looking around as the others ready themselves on all sides. You can catch the glint of their eyes turning a deep, glowing gold, and hear the rumbling beneath their breath.

“Stand down, keep the humans safe,” Lyra commands. “Santiago, what are we dealing with?”

The mention of your ex’s name causes you to look over at him, frustration building inside of you. “Why aren’t you with them?! What are you just standing here for?”

Jisung holds his hands out a few inches, extending an olive branch in the midst of chaos. “We have a plan, remember? We let the others go first, and then—”

“Fuck the plan, you're an archdemon, and you're just gonna let them—”

“Hold on, y/n, hold on.” Lyra stops you as she sniffs the air. In the brief silence, a disgusting choking noise is heard in the distance, spattering and hacking, and then nothing.

“I’m sorry I ever agreed to do this with you.” 

Santiago says, causing an unexpected silence to fall onto a few nearby members, while the others are waiting either for more orders, or for the rest of the team to return.  He’s towering over a lot of the Wolfpack, with a few of them blocking your view of him.  He can’t see your face, struck with hurt, a hurt you don’t understand.

“What?”

“I’m sorry I ever agreed to do this with you.  I didn’t know you’d be a part of it, or I would’ve said no.  You’re fucking unbearable, you know that, you?” As his voice heightens, the others start to space out, leaving a direct path from you to him.  “When you don’t get your way, its everybody’s fault, eres una puto niña, you’re such a fucking child–”

“Cool it, Santiago.” Jisung comes to your defense, but you look at him and shake your head, you’ve got this, you assure him silently, then you take a few steps toward the archdemon. 

“I’m unbearable….I’m—un…bearable?” Your anger is hot, making your voice crack as you feel the adrenaline beginning to surge through you.

Hyunjin returns, his fist clenched around the wet, dirty hair of the head of a frightening creature. Its skin is as black as night, no, maybe darker, with bright red eyes and long, rectangular pupils reminiscent of prey animals like goats and sheep. Its slack jaw displays sharp, pointed double rows of teeth. 

Hyunjin’s excited about the kill when he vamps over, but once he notices that something serious is going down, he slows down, pushing his hair out of his face and behind his ear as he ducks lower to avoid being seen and joins Jisung. 

Lyra is now trying to interpret the connection you have with Santiago and why everyone is allowing this to just happen. She looks around desperately at her pack, still waiting for the others to come back, then deciding to hurry over to her wounded pack member, kneeling down to tend to them while checking around for any sign of Felix or Chan.

“Being abandoned was unbearable! Having to coexist with someone that made me feel like I was nothing and refuses to acknowledge it is unbearable!”

“I acknowledged it!” Santiago’s eyes are wild and wide, he’s exasperated.  He’s hurt, he’s broken.  He doesn’t want to admit it, as strong as he is, that it's been the heaviest weight out of everything happening that you’re no longer his, and that your stupid hybrid partner keeps rubbing his nose in it every chance he gets.

“I acknowledged it, and I apologized for it!!” He steps forward. “And you still hang it over my fucking head, are you wanting to crucify me or something?!  You won’t even talk to me about it!” He’s under the pressure of Minho, the entire Lee family, and following the laws of the hierarchy of their demon society, and the dangers ahead combined with seeing you for the first time in years, now with another man, and having to playing house with your strange fucking makeshift family unit of freaks and—

“BECAUSE YOU WONT TELL ME THE TRUTH!”

Leaves flutter around in the air as the space between you and Santiago is filled with both Felix and Chan, holding two additional heads each. They’re fresh, dripping black blood into the soil below, which bubbles like a thick soup as the earth absorbs it.

“Damn, they got more than me.” Hyunjin mutters under his breath with a snap of his fingers. He looks down at his trophy kill and then rolls his eyes, throwing it over his shoulder carelessly.

A Wolfpack member shrieks as she barely dodges it.

Chan looks around before he directs his amber eyes to Santiago. “Do we have a problem here, mate?”

Oof.

Felix vamps over to Lyra, the wolf blood scent strong in his nose as he helps them both, sinking his teeth into his wrist and feeding his blood to the injured pack mate.

“She and I have the problem—”

Chan's laughter cut through the tension, but it held an eerie, unsettling quality.  “No, no, no, that’s not how this works,” He casually places the heads of his gruesome trophies at his feet, their grotesque features illuminated by the eerie glow of the moon. Each detail of his actions seemed designed to unsettle as his smile drops. His cold gaze locks onto Santiago, angular features, framed by dark, tousled hair, illuminated by the ominous gleam in his eyes.  “Whatever you two had is done. It’s over now, and was over a long time ago. Y/N is mine, so if she has a problem, then I have a problem.” The moonlight dances across his face, highlighting the glint of his piercing amber eyes. It's a chilling sight, and the fact that he managed to maintain an air of calm in the face of such tension only added to the sense of foreboding.

“So now, we have a problem.”

Santiago’s teeth grit behind his tightened lips.

Chan’s brothers quietly watch their eldest sibling, but they don’t intervene.

A fight would solve nothing.

He can’t tell you he left to work for the Lee family.

He just can’t.

Santiago takes in a deep breath as he straightens himself. 

“Let’s just get this over with.”

The way he says it, stings.

But you remain silent, the heat of the argument still simmering within you, leaving you feeling exposed in front of Lyra and her pack. It was an inauspicious start, the first time they witnessed your explosive exchange in this treacherous environment. The fact that Santiago dismissed you so casually, as if your shared history meant nothing, sent a pang of hurt through you. How could this man, who you allowed inside of your body, act as though you were strangers? It was unjust, and the lingering discomfort is almost unbearable.

Chan arches a questioning eyebrow, coming to a brief halt to allow Santiago an opportunity to speak further, but when met with silence, he turns his attention to the assembled group.

"Listen up, everyone," he begins, his presence alone commanding the undivided attention of those gathered. "We've just taken care of a pack of these nasty creatures, and I can tell you, I've never seen anything like 'em, not in life or death." His foot rests casually on one of the severed heads.

"These creatures are swift and skilled climbers. Their bites are poisonous. How do we know?" Felix steps forward, rolling up his hoodie sleeve to reveal a shiny, raised scar shaped like a bite. The irritated, reddened flesh stands in stark contrast to his pale skin.

"One of 'em bit me," Felix continues, turning slowly to address the group. "Let me tell you, it burns like hell. Luckily, they're not hard to kill."

"You rip their heads off, clean off," Chan adds, his voice matter-of-fact as he gestures towards the severed heads. 

Jisung, on the other hand, squats down, studying the heads closely. His eyes widen as he calls you over.

"Little witch, c'mere a sec."

You join him and, upon seeing the creatures up close, recognition strikes you like a bolt of lightning. The memory is vivid, causing you to gasp and nearly stumble backward. Chan's quick reflexes keep you from falling.

"Th-Those monsters, they're from purgatory!" You exclaim, the mention of that place making your skin prickle as your body recalls the traumatic experience. The wolves begin to chatter among themselves, clearly shocked by your revelation about purgatory.

"What?"

"Amelia said they're Edith’s creations." Jisung stands up, still staring at the severed head. He remembers the overwhelming sensation of his own power, the blood that dripped from his ear when he let out a force hard enough to expel them. It’s as if he feels the phantom sensation all over again. His fingers gently touch his jaw as he straightens up, gazing at the frozen horror before him. He’s relieved he feels no blood.

"And they can fly."

"You recognize these from purgatory?" Hyunjin slips through the crowd, his presence suddenly among you. "I've never seen them before."

"These are definitely from purgatory," you affirm wearily, meeting Jisung's eyes with a mix of fear and uncertainty. He wishes he could offer you reassurance, but he knows there are no easy answers to bring you comfort in this unsettling moment.

"Amelia said they could only exist between worlds."

"We're only a few miles away from your meeting point," Lyra says. You all turn to her, and she continues, "They say, the closer you get to Abysmora, the thinner the veil between Hell and the living becomes."

Santiago feels uneasiness welling inside of him at the conversation. The veil is thinning, sure, but an ambush attack from a species nobody has encountered before? That's a first, even for him.  Even he doesn’t recognize the creatures, which was enough to raise alarm, with how old and powerful he is.   "We should keep moving," he says, "If someone is trying to assassinate you, always be a moving target. We didn't come this far to get killed off now."

"Rio, since you were the first to notice, you, Jax, and Pete transform and run ahead," Lyra instructs, pointing ahead. The wolves nod and take off into a run, leaping into the air, fur bursting through their skin, bones shattering and rebuilding, and they never miss a beat, landing on all four feet and running ahead.

"Are you sacrificing us for them now?" a disgruntled packmate mutters.

"Are you questioning my leadership?" Lyra challenges coolly as they continue walking. Felix is a few paces behind and can feel the temperature rising in the packmate, though he silences himself against Lyra.

They don't fear you enough, he thinks to himself. 

Mutiny could arise if she keeps this up.

Felix calls out from behind as he jogs at a humble, human pace, making his way up to the front line, "I'm going to catch up with the wolves."

"Yeah, Felix? You sure?" Chan asks. He's curious as to why his brother's so eager to go running with wolves, but doesn't stop him.

Felix turns around, agile as ever, jogging backwards. He holds two hands up, wiggling his fingers. "You never know when you'll need a pair of opposable thumbs." He winks and turns around, vamping off out of sight.

Lyra grins, looking down at her feet as she takes each step, her face warming but nearly undetectable on her deep almond skin.

Chan hears the quickening of a heartbeat and turns around curiously, giving the others a once-over until he spots Lyra.

Why's her heart beating so fast?

"Chan," you say, unintentionally interrupting his side thought. "Those dreams I had... Do you think, I don't know, she's using them to get access to me? I mean, first, a message through Jisung, now a wolf right next to me gets sliced through the chest? Her aim is shitty, but she's still aiming for me."

Chan grapples with the weight of your words, knowing that your pregnancy makes you the prime target. However, he doesn't want to distress you further, so he chooses his response carefully. "She could be aiming for any of us. It only takes the death of one of us for the destiny bond to bring her back."

Your hand instinctively finds your pregnant belly. You're more concerned for your child's safety than anything else. The idea of nurturing a life within you still feels surreal, and you wonder if that maternal instinct will truly blossom when you finally lay eyes on your daughter.

"How you feeling, sis?" Lyra joins you from behind, concern etching her features. "I can't say I've ever seen a pregnant woman hike this much."

"Even when I wasn't pregnant, hiking wasn't my thing," you huff, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. "But I'm getting by with conjure and blood. Both take the pain away."

"Oh god, you drink blood, Y/N?"

You can't help but smirk at her reaction. "I not only drink it, but I also enjoy it on some occasions." Laughter bubbles up as Lyra cringes, her expression of disgust clear. You're curious now, wondering if she's ever been intimate with a vampire before. "You've never had vampire blood before?"

"No, and I have zero interest in it." She smiles, dismissing the idea. "Who are you feeding from?"

"Whoa, personal much?" You hold out a hand.

Lyra rolls her eyes, pushing your hand away. "Come on, obviously your boyfriend for one. Who's next?"

"Lyra! Why are you asking? No, I don't feed from Felix!"

She punches you in the arm, and you reach out to tag her back before she retreats to the back of the group, her laughter echoing.

"You can't hide from me forever," You warn with a playful smile. "I'm a witch, remember?"

Chan grins as he walks alongside both of you. It's a different side of you, seeing the way you interact with your sibling. The immediate comfort and lack of self-doubt in your relationship bring a smile to his face. Amidst all the chaos, your sibling manages to sprinkle moments of joy with every giggle that escapes your lips.

The sounds of snarling and snapping pierce the air, jolting you from the brief afterglow of laughter. A few seconds later, Felix returns, this time clutching two severed heads in his tightened fist before hurling them to the ground.

"Impressive, your pack doesn’t hesitate, took one down together, and I managed to nab the others. A few got away, though, flying off into the trees," he explains, pointing toward the towering branches above. "And I did get some of their blood on my hoodie this time."

"You're losing your touch," Hyunjin teases with a playful grin.

"At least there's hope in their weakness," Jisung remarks. "Are you sure you don't want me to scout ahead?"

"I'll handle it with the pack. We won't have their support after we reach the meeting point, and that’s when we’ll need you the most." Felix replies. He glances at Santiago, who has been silently forging ahead with an intensity that sends a clear signal to everyone, causing them to maintain a respectful distance from him.

“Speaking of which,” Chan says as they reach a summit. Together, you all stand at the edge of a rocky, jagged cliff. Beyond, all that can be seen in the valleys below are trees. There’s a large body of water far off in the distance, but the immediate drop is into the thicket of forestry below. “Is this the cliff you mentioned earlier, our marker?”

“It is. We’re only about a mile away; we have to descend. There’s a path over here—” Santiago points to where the cliff has a more shallow descent into trees that cover the path. It's difficult to see in the dark, but the moonlight guides you, and it's nearly Full.

“How many days until the Full Moon?” You ask, looking above at the ominous skies.

“I’ve lost track, but I think it's about 8 or 9?” Jisung says, looking up at it next to you, “Why? You worried about it?”

You shrug, “Yeah, a little.”

“We’ll be okay. Worst-case scenario, everyone rages out, kills everybody, and we get the blood bloom. We go home the day after with a mega hangover.”

Jisung’s casual, joking tone pulls a little chuckle out of you, but as you’re looking at the Moon, you start to feel a little woozy. You blink a few times, looking back at the land surrounding you, wondering if focusing on the brightness of the moon had maybe disoriented you a tad bit. But you stumble to the side, catching yourself, trying to mask it.

It doesn’t get past Jisung, who’s standing right beside you.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I'm just... I’m light-headed.” You curl your upper lip back as you rub between your brows with the back of your index finger, trying to stabilize yourself.

No, no, no, please no.

Not right now.

Please.

“Something’s wrong, little witch.” his voice lowers to a whisper. “Maybe you need to feed again?”

Jisung's eyes, usually warm and reassuring, now hold a flicker of concern. The moonlight reflects off his face, emphasizing the lines of worry etched across his features. He's seen this before, the subtle shifts in your demeanor, the telltale signs of an impending thirst. “We just did a couple nights ago.” “You don’t call the shots anymore, she does.”

Chan’s sigh from behind startles you so much, you jump. “A brat, just like her mother then.” He looks around at the group. “I’ll get the others, give you a little privacy.”

“Hold on, breaking skin out here doesn’t feel like the best idea, especially Jisung’s–” You begin to push back, despite how much you were beginning to feel the ill effects of your thirst. The symptoms crashed on you as soon as you realized something was wrong. You’re hoping if you just keep walking, you can trick your body into getting distracted by the danger instead.

“The further we go, the worse our chances. Go, hurry.” Chan taps your backside twice, urging you towards the cover of trees as he walks over to the others. “We’ll start again in fifteen.” Chan tells the group, and they disperse, some sitting on the rocks by the cliff’s edge, soaking in the moonlight, others anxiously milling about.

“We’re going to need to go underground if we delay any more, brother. What’s going on?” Felix asks with concern. He's no fool; he's seen you and Jisung duck off, and the scent of blood lingers in the air. He usually allows others to reveal information at their leisure, but the sudden stop has him questioning what’s happening that he isn’t privy to.

Chan sighs.

He looks around briefly, making sure nobody else is within earshot and paying attention. He answers, his voice low, “She needs to feed, from a human, and Jisung, he’s...” Chan trails off, finding it difficult to come to terms with it himself. “He’s losing his power, wrecked himself cheating death so many times.  So when she feeds…”

Felix puts the puzzle together before it's even been fully revealed, barely whispering, “He’s giving it to the baby, his magick, through the blood.” As he finishes, his expression changes, more concern evident as he looks to his elder sibling once more, “And then?”

Felix continues, “He loses his conjure and then? He dies? He’s mortal? I – what’s he going to do?”

“He doesn’t know yet, Felix, and you can’t speak a word. I promised not to tell.  Am I understood, brother?”

Felix saves his interrogation for another time. He turns instead, wordlessly walking over to the cliff’s edge, hands in his pockets as he watches the streams and rapids below. Why would Jisung keep something like that from him? They were close friends, and with Felix’s help, he could try to find some kind of solution.

“Ah.” Felix’s torrent of thoughts comes to a halt as he chuckles, tongue resting in his cheek.

That’s why he hasn’t told him.

He knows Felix, stubborn and steadfast, would never rest until he found an answer. Hyunjin paces the cliff's perimeter, his mind swirling with echoes of his mother's words from the other night. The moon, relentless in its luminosity, bears down on him, causing his skin to prickle uncomfortably. Contemplation threatens his control, and the scent of blood intrudes against his will. Fangs dripping venom, he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth. Joining his brothers at the edge, he gazes into the distance.

"Why's Jisung bloodletting?" he casually asks, his eyes fixed on the rapids.

"Stocking up for the fight," Felix responds promptly.

"Hm," Hyunjin rocks onto the balls of his feet, pulling his hoodie over his messy hair. "I don't believe you."

Felix turns to his younger sibling. "You're gonna have to for now." He kicks a small rock off the edge, the distinct patter echoing as it tumbles through the rocks below. "Things will make sense soon."

Chan appreciates his brother's adept evasion of the topic.

Hyunjin accepts the answer, for now.

He, too, harbors secrets not yet ready to be revealed.

"This archdemon—he’s got a nasty fixation on you and the pretty witch," he says.

Chan raises a questioning brow.

"He used a human sacrifice to reach Minho and mentioned her by name. I couldn’t hear Minho, but he was talking about wanting to have gotten further sooner, and pretty confidently said I wouldn’t be a problem but you, on the other hand…" Hyunjin smirks up at his brother.

Chan checks over his shoulder to ensure no one is within earshot before lowering his voice significantly. "Minho doesn’t give a shit about the relationships between us, why is he even bothering to check in? Santiago just owes a debt."

"Lysandra said he works for the Lee family."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Felix interjects, "Like he’s currently working for them?"

"I’m almost certain he is, despite claiming to be free from his assigned family when we all first met," Hyunjin affirms. "Minho is keeping tabs on us, he wants to gain something from this, Santiago is completing a job for him."

"Fucking demons," Chan mutters under his breath, his eyes darting back and forth as his mind races with disjointed thoughts, reminiscent of his wolf form. He exhales, frustrated, letting out a growl as he tilts his head back to the moon.

"The Blood Bloom," Felix declares, "Minho wants the Blood Bloom; nothing else would make sense."

"He could’ve gotten it himself at any time, could’ve asked his dad, summoned a family friend. Why use us to get it?" Chan drops his chin back down.

"That’s what I haven’t figured out yet," Hyunjin notes. "He needs us in this equation, and I don’t know why."

━━━━━━━━

Jisung gracefully pours a vial of inky liquid across his arm, watching as it miraculously heals over. He wipes it clean with a rag before turning his attention to you, tenderly cleaning the smudge of blood on your chin. Pausing for a moment, he lowers the rag, revealing a half-smile.

“Can I teach you something?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Conjure. I want to show you how to do elemental conjure.” Jisung stands up, pulling you alongside him. The two of you stroll out of the woods onto the other side, away from prying eyes, until you reach the edge of the cliff. The stream from the other side continues, curving around the bend to where you and Jisung stand.

“When you’re near an element, you can borrow from its energy to conjure. It’s a good way to practice so you can do it on your own without the element.” Jisung kneels down and picks up a wooden branch, holding it out towards the water. He wraps his hand around the end, and you see and smell the smoke emanating from his closed fist. Jisung lets go, and the tip of the branch is engulfed in a brilliant blue flame that settles back to a regular orange, flickering as the flame works its way up. Holding the stick far from his body, Jisung steps in a wide circle until he's facing you. “Put the fire out.”

“What?” you ask, holding your hands out defensively, uncertain of your next move.

“Put out the fire, little witch. Listen to the water and focus.”

You close your eyes, pushing away the sound of the crackling burning branch for the running rapids instead. As you take in a deep breath, someone grabs your wrist, and your eyes open to see Jisung pressing the branch into your open palm.

“Jis—”

“Shhh.” He holds a finger against his lips, hushing you before you react prematurely. You feel an uncomfortable wetness in your palm, and when you open it, the damp end of the branch falls onto the ground from your surprisingly wet hand. You flick your fingers, and water droplets fly off, as if you had just stuck your hand into a bucket of water.

In amazement, you look over to Jisung, who gives you a smile before patting your back.

“C’mon, let’s get back to the others.”

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The descent down the mountain is steep and scattered with rocks. As a human, you struggle to maintain your balance, but Chan ensures you won't fall. The supernatural beings move with agile ease, navigating each step effortlessly, keeping their focus ahead. Winding through the trees, the land levels out, and the temperature drops significantly. It's icy, prompting you to zip up your jacket, seeking warmth. While the mountains are naturally cold at this elevation, tonight feels even colder than usual.

Lyra walks beside you on the left, arms crossed over her chest. Chan, on your right, remains quiet, pensive, and alert. Santiago pays attention to nearby landmarks, despite the transformed landscape. Hyunjin and Felix, a few steps ahead, are accompanied by wolves, their fur shielding them from the harsh chill.

The Full Moon begins to cast its negative influence on everyone, affecting your relationships. Jisung trails a few paces behind, lost in thought. His blank expression and slow, measured gaze scan the wilderness. His spirit seems unsettled, torn between the curse and the unease of the darkness. Muttering under his breath, he illuminates a wide radius, revealing nothing of significance.

Yet, a looming storm of uncertainty hangs over you all, a heavy cloud collecting above, mirroring the ominous feel of the night. The babbling brook's sounds intensify, prompting you to look around, attempting to ascertain its direction. The others seem so sure of themselves, you want to be able to feel that confident, too.  You wonder, how must the world look from their perspective? How must it feel?  To take danger head on, fearlessly with victory after victory, knowing what you’re capable of and always pushing beyond it.  

After an eternity, the moving water comes into view through the thinning trees. The moon graces the foamy rapids, casting an ethereal glow on the wet, jagged rocks that protrude from the water. The dirt floor, almost frozen, feels solid beneath your feet as the group gathers by the banks.

"Who are we meeting here?"

Santiago looks around. "Something we call a coyote demon. Very few of them exist. They're the only ones that can guide you to the gates, or you'd miss it in plain sight."

"You're late." A voice hisses from the woods, spiking your pulse as you whip around, feeling its eerie proximity. Tree branches snap, revealing a terrifying figure. Tall, matching Santiago in height, the body hidden under a black cloak is disturbingly thin. The black, hollow, sunken eyes and cheeks, pale skin, and emotionless expression create an unsettling sight. No eyebrows, a hood covering its head with no visible hair, it glides over, a few inches above the ground, with no feet. It moves past you all to the edge of the bank, tutting to itself, its voice haggard and weak. "Late, late, late," it mutters as it kneels down.

Hyunjin looks to Jisung for an explanation, but Jisung shrugs, equally at a loss.

Felix is the first to approach the murmuring coyote demon. It's the first time he's seen appendages on it, long, thin fingers curling into the dirt. He watches quietly, squatting down a few feet from the creature. It's unlike anything he has ever seen or read about before. Felix can hardly believe it, having never heard of a species like this, never seen a creature like this.

The demon's head shoots up, a shaky, thin wrist pointing a bony finger across the rapids. "We walk, vampire."

The words weren't directed at Felix, but he knows he's being addressed. He still can't discern the creature's intentions, if it has any at all. Does it possess awareness? The demon stands up, gliding off the bank into the water, untouched by the rapids. The water remains still and peaceful where it stands.

It turns around to face the rest of you, its face devoid of expression, its lifeless lack of eyes freezing everyone in time. You've been effectively spooked, the hair standing up on your arms. Santiago turns to the group.

"This is where we part ways," he says, and Lyra steps forward to approach him. She's still uncertain about him, carrying judgments from the earlier altercation, but diplomatic she remains. She extends her hand to the archdemon, who shakes it firmly with a nod. "Thank you for your protection and guidance; I'm in your debt."

"And consider the Equinox clan free of all demon debts."

Santiago snaps his fingers, and a few red sparks and a black puff of smoke emanate. Just like that, the chains have been snapped on the other side, and the debts are cleared.

"Done."

He leaves, stepping off into the bank to join the coyote demon.

Lyra feels a surge of pride and confidence in her ability and pack for making the journey. An archdemon in their debt would undoubtedly prove invaluable one day. You begin to feel a little anxious at the idea of bidding farewell to the safety of numbers and to the sibling you had just reconnected with only a day prior. You hurry over as she turns to look for you, rushing into her arms. She hugs you tight, nearly lifting you off the ground. When you look at her again and notice the tears in the corner of her eyes, yours spill down your cheeks as she grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for another deep, comforting hug.

Hyunjin nudges Chan while they watch it all unfold. Chan nudges his brother back, and they exchange small smiles, understanding the significance of their family bond and the emotions tied to reconnecting with a sibling thought to be lost forever.

“Holy shit, please don’t die?” Lyra laughs through her tears, sniffling and wiping her nose. “I want to come visit you.”

“I know the best place for ice cream, and it's open all night,” you say, squeezing her hands before looking back at Chan, who nods with a small grin. He steps forward, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Lyra,” he says, nodding towards the river, “You ready, my little witch?”

You're brought back to the imminent danger, the pressing task at hand, and the figure waiting wordlessly in the water. You wish you could return to the cabin with the rest of the pack, but your determination to break this curse makes you straighten your back a little more. You have a family to protect. You join Chan, who takes your hand as you two step into the water carefully, and just as it did with the figure, the water ceases to run. It's still cold, soaking your body up to your waist, but it isn't moving.

“Thanks for the help.” Hyunjin waves as he turns and steps off the bank, following the others across. Jisung stands at the bank, still hesitant, touching it with his finger and shaking it out, shivering at how cold it is. Hyunjin drags him, stumbling and yelling in with him, and Jisung falls in, standing up, his entire body drenched as he wipes his face.

Felix remains the last one standing, hands in his pockets. He takes one step, and another, and another, to approach Lyra, until they’re face to face. She's silent, her breath hitched in her throat as she awaits his words. She feels his eyes as they land on the features of her face, taking time to drink in each one. The longer he has been in her presence, the less pungent her scent has become, unless it has just become background fuzz like his brother’s scent had after living alongside him for centuries.

“I look forward to meeting you again one day, under different circumstances.” Felix finally speaks, his voice soft, airy, and low, as his sparkling dark eyes meet her gaze once more. He wants to say more, to do more, but he can't bring himself to. He takes a step back instead, a small bow of his head as his eyes close, and he speaks, “Goodbye, Lyra.”

“Goodbye, Felix.”

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[homecomingvn]

Any ideas for what a modern au would look like? Would the characters be any different do you think? If yes, how so?

I love modern au stuff, I definitely need to post some of the art I made for it at sum point :3c On to your question tho -

HENRY: Fairly similar for the most part, biggest change I can see is him being obsessed with modern technology, especially social media and the like. Big fan of tik tok for sure! For sure cried when One Direction broke up.

LYRA: I see Lyra staying the same personality wise, but instead of her trad goth look I can see her having a more mall goth look (definitely a prospect I wanna draw soon hehe). On that note, would absolutely adore Hot Topic and would probably work there!

ELIJAH: Barely any change at all if I'm being honest - still very down to earth, so much so that he'd still have a flip phone while all of his friends have smart phones. A hint of weeb - big fan of Dragon Ball Z.

SANDY: BIG GAMER - has a massive pc set up that she put together herself! Still runs DnD sessions but moreso over discord! Has a whole server for it and everything, one you definitely have a invitation too.

BONUS - NICO: Definitely a reddit lurker - always lurking in replies of anything and everything. Has sent you at least a few dozen 'kys' on twitter LOL. Would still work at a record store or something along those lines. If not that, I also see him being a bit of neet :3c

#🖤 - answered #💌 - abt henry #🥀 - abt lyra #🧸 - abt elijah #💋 - abt sandy #📻 - abt nico #♥️ - hoco headcanons #📝 - queued

[autumn816]

2 and 58 <3

Ngl, I thought about this prompt for a while and I couldn't come up anything first but then I came up with one scenario and changed it completely after. I really liked this combination. Hope you like it :)

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Royal Au + Accidental Eavesdropping

Lyra walks quietly in the marbled hallway. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. She has made nightly kitchen trips a lot of times. She knows the way by heart. 

“Notice me?”

Lyra slows down as she reaches the kitchen and hears Papa’s voice.  

“I doubt you would have even looked towards me if we hadn’t gotten married first.”

Her eyebrows furrow. Uh, what? What did Papa mean by that? She hides behind the wall, not wanting her dads to see her. 

“Of course I would have looked towards you. You, George William Russell-Hamilton, are impossible not to.”

“You wouldn’t have. You can admit it. It’s fine.”

“No point dwelling on it now. I fell in love with you eventually.”

“We just had to get married first.”

“It’s not like you were in love with me before that.”

Lyra’s jaw drops. Her dads weren’t in love when they got married. What the hell? 

“Princess Lyra.”

She jumps, a shriek halfway up her throat. 

Dad’s advisor, Mr. Vettel or as she likes to call him, Uncle Seb stands a few feet away from her.  

“You cannot be eavesdropping. Your parents have told you it’s not a good habit.”

“I’m not eavesdropping.” Lyra tips her chin in the air. A lesson taught by Papa. It can be a sign of confidence. “It’s not eavesdropping if Dad and Papa are talking in a shared space.” 

Uncle Seb tries to look unimpressed but the twitch of his mouth gives him away. He places a hand on her shoulder and before she knows it, she is in the kitchen. 

“Look who I found lurking.”

Dad and Papa startle. Papa is sitting on the countertop, holding ice cream and a spoon. Dad is standing between Papa’s legs with his spoon in his mouth. 

“I wasn’t lurking!” Lyra exclaims. 

“You are right. You were just eavesdropping.”

She looks at Uncle Seb in betrayal. They were supposed to be partners in crime. She can’t believe he betrayed her like that. 

Uncle Seb only laughs and ruffles her hair before leaving the kitchen. Traitor. 

“I wasn’t. I…” She needs her brain to come up with something. “I… I was waiting for you to finish your conversation. You taught me that it’s not nice to interrupt so I was only following that.” 

Lyra might have just come up with one of the best defences ever, if she says so herself. 

Dad snorts, pointing his spoon towards her. “You have never once followed that.”

Her mouth forms an O in mock offence. “Yes, I have.”

“You ha–”

“Why are you up?” Papa steps in, jumping down the countertop. “It’s late. You have school tomorrow. It’s way past your bedtime.”

“I’m Princess Lyra Avery Russell-Hamilton. The only heir—the future Queen of Mercedes and Williams. I don’t have a bedtime, Papa.”

Both of her parents stare at her.

“That,” Dad breaks the silence, “was an unnecessary and a very dramatic speech just to say you don’t have bedtime.”

“Did it work?” Lyra asks cheekily. 

“It did.” Dad’s eyes switch from her to Papa who has his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “Not.” Dad clears his throat. “It did not. Sorry, kiddo.” 

Lyra switches the topic, wanting to avoid getting in trouble. Also, because she is curious. “Well, I can’t really go back to sleep now. Not after I found out you weren’t in love with each other when you got married.”

The room falls into silence for a minute. 

“How much did you hear?” Papa asks. 

“Enough to know that.”

“Lyra.” 

“What about the stories? How you broke your other wedding two days before because you were in love with Dad?”

Lyra grew up hearing them. Everyone always told her that. She loved hearing them while she grew up. 

“Sweetheart,” Dad says. “Come here.”

Lyra walks up to him and sits on the countertop. Her dads surround her. 

“I love your Papa very much.”

“But you didn’t always.”

“No, I didn’t always.”

“Oh.”

She knows realistically her dads couldn’t always be in love but it still wasn’t something she was prepared to hear. 

Papa tucks her hair behind her ear. Lyra leans into the warmth of his hand. “It was a long time ago, Ly.”

“What about your other wedding?”

Papa sighs. “It was a bit complicated. We had no other choice at that time.”

“Will you tell me more?”  

“Not tonight,” Dad chimes in. 

Lyra protests. “But–”

“Right now, you need to go back to sleep. You won’t wake up on time otherwise.”

“But, I want to know more.”

“How about this? Sleep now and school tomorrow and then we can talk on the weekend.” 

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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This was the original plan.

But then I saw edits of Robin and Barney from How I Met Your Mother to loml by Taylor Swift and I was like gewis’ story told as a flashback to their child. The original plotline can still work but this time it would be told as a flashback when George and Lewis are telling Lyra their love story.

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Mash-up trope

#thank you for sending <3 #ask games

[pureheartsandrainbowwings]

What do you want? I'm busy.

The name is Silver. Or Sylvia, if we’ve had to cross dimensions together. 17, she/her. If you try to get anything else out of me, it won't happen.

And my Trainer Card, or whatever.

(ooc/taglist under the cut)

// holy shit i can’t believe this URL isn’t taken

// hi guys it’s mechazziconnorames back at it again with a sideblog !! this is a pkmn irl silver blog, i am too silly 💜 SHE’S GAMEVERSE. NO MASKED MAN HERE SHE’S A GAMEVERSE GIRLE BUT I FUCKED HER UP. I WAS COOKING AND SHE FELL OUT OF THE PAN!!!

// forgive me if she’s ooc, i haven’t done a real rp in a while so i’m rusty <:> silver is a transfeminine girl and i won’t accept any hate! feel free to come int with her, i’d love to see it!!

// likes + follows come from @chazz-is-a-zelda-fan , but note this blog will not be associating with my main pokepasta blog. so sorry if beryllium was lurking in your notes but he’s not here <:>

// kind of building off previous point I AM A MINOR AND SO IS SILVER. NSFW / SUGGESTIVE CONTENT WILL ONLY BE ALLOWED IF I FIND IT FUNNY

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Disappearance & Aether Paradise have concluded.

#pkmn irl #new rp blog #pokemon irl #rival silver #trainer silver #roleplay blog #intro post

[madefordvarka]

Kites (Gabriel/Renato)

Trauma is a fickle thing.

It’s something Renato knows all too well- he’s dealt with his own through life, and continues to do so each day.

He knows how it lurks in your chest and waits and waits until something just wrong enough happens, and rips it free from where it’s lodged.

How easy it makes you lose control, erases rational thought.

Sometimes it's next to nothing that causes memories to resurface, and Renato looks over just in time to watch as Gabriel falls into himself.

Gabriel avoids his gaze- his face contorts in anguish before he cries a familiar mantra about being broken.

Oh, Renato understands trauma.

He understands it in a twenty-first century human capacity.

Of bullies and broken hearts and loss.

Not like this.

Renato reaches for hands that tremble, as concerned features soften.

“You’re safe, you’re safe,” He whispers, as he pulls the man into his arms, “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Renato knows this is a lie.

Here he cannot make such promises but he knows he’ll damn well try to do whatever he can to keep Gabriel safe.

Gabriel whimpers, and Renato feels his heart shatter into thousands of tiny pieces. He seems so small, so fragile when he gets like this.

As Gabriel recalls his life- what he’s remembered since arriving in the Fog, Renato wouldn’t wish upon his worst enemy. As his soul rips apart so do the fail safes carefully put in place to keep him submissive.

He remembers the pain.

The torture.

He was a child.

Gabriel tries to keep it to himself, but Renato hears him as he talks in his sleep. Half the things he chooses to share Renato already knows because of this.

It’s hardly ever that he wills himself to share small details about things he remembers.

None of them are great.

Most are awful.

The only memories he knows are real are the ones on Dvarka - ones of disgusting food, overworking, and fear.

Sometimes, Gabriel shares and Renato pretends not to feel the ache that settles in his chest.

His story breaks his heart, everything about his life is so unbelievable and yet?

Gabriel Soma fills Renato with a hope and love unlike any other.

Renato hopes, he prays and prays that he’s enough.

He wants so desperately to make Gabriel happy- it’s the least he can do, and the bare minimum of what Gabriel deserves after what he’s been through.

Renato Lyra hates talking- but he knows he’ll talk and talk until his throat is hoarse and words won’t come out anymore if it means that Gabriel can have some relief.

He feels as Gabriel curls his fingers into the back of his shirt, and Renato rests his chin in his hair.

His cries dissipate.

Comfort.

“One day,” He says, “I’ll take you to fly a kite, okay? I think you’d like it.”

Renato’s voice is soft yet strong.

He oozes warmth and kindness he never knew he was capable of.

Gabriel shifts in his arms, and buries his face into his shoulder.

Renato keeps going.

“We’ll fly them on the beach with Kate and Thalita,” He smiles as he thinks about it, “And then we’ll get ice cream and I’m sure you’ll get brain freeze because you’ll eat it too fast.”

He’s met with silence- for a moment he considers if he’s said the wrong thing, yet something tells him to sit with it.

When he’s ready, Gabriel speaks.

“I wouldn’t,” Gabriel states. His tone is matter of factly- filled with a playful seriousness, “I’d be busy trying to take yours.”

Renato smiles wider.

Despite the sadness that lingers in his voice, Gabriel’s response is light.

“Unfair,” Renato laughs, “I’d let you steal it because I love you.”

Gabriel shifts away. He quirks a brow and looks up at Renato with eyes filled with absolute adoration, “Do you promise?”

Renato feels the look is less about the ice cream, and more about the sentiment behind it.

He wishes he could make good on his promise now- the waiting game is agonizing.

“Of course I promise! It tastes better-”

Gabriel’s quick to interject.

“No, not about that,” He pauses, teeth sink into the flesh of his lower lip and gaze falls to hands that rest in his lap, “That you love me.”

Renato’s heart races. Has someone ever loved Gabriel before? Can you love someone you inflict so much pain onto? Surely those scientists that raised him couldn’t have.

No, there’s no way.

Renato feels agony whenever Gabriel is hurt, Thalita and his other friends too, for that matter.

When he thinks of what Gabriel went through it angers him- it makes him wish he was there so he could have saved him.

Gabriel is unloved.

Was.

Was, was, was.

Gabriel was unloved.

Renato loves him, loves him more than anything.

But is it enough?

He feels the way he breaks apart, the lump in his throat chokes him.

Now is not the time for this!

Renato forces the smile back upon his features, and reaches to rest his palm on Gabriel’s cheek.

“I promise,” He finally answers, “More than you know.”

#my writing #uploading like this cause some people like it idk #Dead By Daylight #Renato Lyra #Gabriel Soma #long post

[prestonmonterey]

You found my Lyra account so quickly Holy shit-

im always lurking >:3

[informalcrybaby]

Clever Girl (Harwin Strong x OC) (Part 3)

Summary: Lyra and Harwin meet again at the tourney.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here is the next part in the “Clever Girl” series, I hope you like it! As someone with three brothers of my very own, I think this reflects how they always seem to contribute to things not going to plan. Thanks a ton for the likes and messages!

 Lyra’s father often commented that her curiosity would most likely be the cause of her demise and even in death, she would find herself lurking around corners in the afterlife to spy on the Gods. So, it came as no surprise that after their tent and possessions were situated, Lyra stole away into the bustling crowds to explore her lively new surroundings.

           She was dressed simply in the colors of her house, a gown of emerald, green held together with deep copper stitching. Her fiery red hair hung how she preferred it, loosely and unconfined. As she weaved through the throng of chattering people, her eyes scanned each of their faces, searching for the pair of blue eyes that made her heart float. Fifteen minutes passed and she praised her sense of direction, for at the edge of the encampment, stood the Strong tent.

           Nobody milled about outside or sat on the lonely pine benches in front of a freshly laid firepit. From her vantage point behind the nearest tree, she strained her eyes, trying desperately to see even the slightest of movements through the gap the tents flap provided. After several breathes, a sudden realization struck her. Was she no better than a common lurker? What would Ser Harwin, or worse his father, think if they were to catch her peering into their temporary quarters? Mortified at the idea of being discovered, Lyra slowly stepped back from the tree to begin her escape. Her boots crunched out three steps before hitting something…or someone solid.

           Warm breath crested the top of her head as her hand instinctively went to hover over the dagger concealed in the simple belt encircling her waist. A large, tanned hand laid itself on hers before the dagger could be freed.

“We meet again Lady Cutthroat,” The most delightful baritone uttered from behind her, the owner of who’s hand still laid on her own, “But I do believe I am in possession of the upper hand this time.”

           Harwin’s words stole all breathe from her lungs and lit her body aflame with a heat that both terrified and delighted her. At every point where their bodies touched, the flames burned harder and as if she were a Targaryen, she felt herself sinking deeper into the fire. Harwin made a noise deep in his throat and spun her to face him.

“It seems that I have been bested.” She whispered breathlessly, taking in the features she had only dreamed of for months. Gods, he was the most magnificent things she had ever witnessed.

“Our score is even then.”

“So, it seems.” Lyra’s eyes bore into his, the world around then blurring.

“May I ask what you’re doing lurking outside my tent, Lyra?” He asked, a mischievous smile curled his luxurious lips, her name dripping from them like honey. When he spoke her name, like a delicacy, she ignited with the need to know what it tasted like.

“I came bearing orders to assassinate you.”

“Who wishes me dead?” He challenged playfully.

“A good assassin kills themselves when facing interrogation.” Lyra smirked as Harwin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and then melted as he laughed heartily.

“Clever girl, I would rather perish than watch you fall on your own sword.”

           No words passed between them when Lyra realized that he still held her hand in his own. She tensed, unused to the feeling of a man that wasn’t family’s hands on her. Feeling her sudden shift, Harwin gently stroked his thumb over the tops of her fingers. What would it feel like to have those hands elsewhere? She wondered and from the look on his face, she felt he was thinking the same thing.

“Lyra!” Bastion’s cry broke her from her lust filled trance. Dropping her hand from Harwin’s grasp, she spun, eyes zeroing in on her brother.

           Two tents over, Bash hung in the air, suspended by the hand of a very angry man, fist buried in the back of the young boy’s tunic. His nose dripping with fresh blood. The world became a canvas, and its artist chose to paint all in crimson. Gathering her skirts in her shaking hand, Lyra stormed across the earth, dodging all that stood in her way until she was within a foot of the man who thought he had the right to lay even a finger on her kin.

“Release him now or I will not hesitate to bury my knife in your thick skull!” She seethed, baring her teeth, and not hesitating to drop her hand to her belt, unsheathing a sliver of her dagger to show the man she wasn’t one to utter false threats.

“Silence girl,” He growled, shaking a terrified Bash, “The boy tried to steal from me, and I will take what is owed for thievery.”

“I just wanted to see his sword Lyra,” Bash squeaked, his face taking on a slight blue hue from his restricted flow of air, “Please believe me!”

           Fresh tears fell from his eyes, falling to mix with the blood gushing from his nose. Even if he had attempted to steal, Lyra would not allow physical harm to go unanswered. With a steady breathe, acknowledging what she was about to do, she readied herself for her attack but just as she started forward, a hand reached out from behind her and before she could protest, she was staring at Harwin’s back.

“Release the boy Edmund,” Harwin ordered lowly and when he didn’t immediately comply, he growled out, “NOW!”

           Edmund released Bash, who fell to the ground with a thump and gasped for the breathes he had been robbed of. Rounding Harwin, she fell to the ground by her brother, taking his face in her hands.

“The boy tried to steal from me!” Edmund accused; finger crooked accusingly to the crumpled boy.

“Hold your tongue!” Harwin shouted back, stepping forward until the two men were nose to nose.

“You don’t under--“Edmund was cut off by Harwin’s next statement.  

“That boy is of noble blood and will not be treated as a common thief, no matter the trespass you believe he committed.”

“But the little rat tr—” Edmund tired again but was denied for a second time.

“Silence!” Harwin roared, causing Lyra to shutter, “I will hear no more from you about a boy who hardly reaches your hip.”

           The two men remained in each other’s faces for a heartbeat longer, Harwin’s blazing eyes shooting daggers into Edmunds. Finally, Edmund turned and stalked through the opening in his tent. When Harwin calmed enough to address the siblings, a warmth spread through his chest at Lyra’s sisterly ministrations.

“There we go,” She whispered calmly, encouraging the boy the hold the piece of cloth she had ripped from her sleeve to his nose, “Hold tight and the bleeding will stop soon silly boy.”

“I’m ok Lyra,” He grumbled, attempting to preserve any remaining dignity, “Can we go back to our tent now?”

           The crowd that had gathered slowly began to taper off, but a few prying eyes still lingered. Bash didn’t seem to care about them though, for he was only focused on Harwin, who stood sentinel over the pair. Sensing her brother’s discomfort, she lifted herself from the ground and tried not to laugh as the boy ignored her helpful hand. He struggled for a moment, with only one hand to lift himself, but eventually was able to do the same. To the boy’s dismay, she still placed a comforting arm around his shoulders.

“Thank you, Ser Harwin but it would seem, with that show, our score is now uneven.” Lyra mused.

“The tourney has just begun, Lady Lyra, I’m sure you will find an advantage somewhere.” Harwin replied, tipping his head to the pair and cursing her horribly interruptive family internally.

“Count on it.” She smiled demurely before tightening her hold on her troublesome brother and turning to disappear into the crowd.

“Goodluck in the games Ser Harwin!” Bastion yelled over his shoulder, a feral smile accompanying his words.

           Harwin stood in place, watching them walk away until her fiery hair completely disappeared. He knew it was improper, savage even, but he knew he had to get her alone. He just had to figure out how.

#harwin x oc #harwin strong #slow burn #annoying brothers #house of the dragon #@evyiione #@ephemeralninon

[kanekoii]

So...I was lurking around the deep depths of Aster clips...and ahahah...

No thoughts only Yandere Aster. Okay it was specifically this clip: https://youtu.be/vPdZAXOj3Pg?si=KcVVE5f2IJwsPE7F

Now here me out,it got me thinking....what would a yandere Selen and Aster be like...? Mehehehehehehe!

🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖

lyra’s notes -> HELLO IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT LIKE SHDHFHJRJRJFFF YANDERE ASTER AND SSLEN HELLO IM HERE TO SPREAD THE YANDERE NIJIEN ADGENDA

pairings -> yan! aster arcadia, yan! selen tatsuki x gn! reader

genre -> scenario, headcanons

song -> dance! till we die - 6arelyhuman

warnings -> yandere, blood, violence, a little stalkholm (is that even how you spell it)

ASTER ARCADIA ->

god the turn from such a sweet boy to his more depraved and obsessive side. he’s so sweet to everyone until they get just a little too close to you, next thing they know they’ll be bleeding out on the cold ground. the poor person who got too close to you, their last breaths would be filled with regret and their rapidly darkening vision filled with his dark and almost dead-looking eyes. his normally bright eyes were dark and lifeless as he stared at the body of his latest victim. and you barely even noticed him as a friend, let alone as a partner. you weren’t nearly as in love with him as he was with you. yes, he was your boyfriend, but he needed to prove just how much he loved you by making anyone too close “disappear”.

maybe one day he’d get fed up with it, taking his handcuffs and putting one side of it tightly on your wrist, the other to a bed frame or table just so you can’t get away from him. forcefully feeding you and kissing you when you give in a cooperate with his deranged wishes. and yet you still loved him, maybe more than before.

SELEN TATSUKI ->

much less openly violent than aster. she isn’t going to hurt people, but rather she’s going to make the people close to you cut you off one by one. when you come running other crying and looking for comfort, she’ll be there. as you slowly get closer to her, she’ll confess her undying love for you. of course, she won’t confess to making everyone cut you off for the purpose of you being hers and hers only. that would probably make you not want to be with her, so your girlfriend keeps quiet about that. sometimes she snaps and hurts someone, but it’s never really life threatening. and you can bet their life will be threatened if they ever tell anyone it was your girlfriend.

she’s so sweet and adorable the thought that she may be doing these things behind your back never even crossed your mind. she loved you, so naturally she wants you all to herself. and if anyone was to get in the way of that, well, let’s just say they ended up in the hospital.

#lyr.fic #nijien x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijien #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x you #aster arcadia #aster arcadia x reader #aster arcadia x you #selen tatsuki x reader #selen tatsuki x you #selen tatsuki #bald.selen

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 5)

The group eventually suits up and heads out. A few guards were wanting to come along as well, but Allora denied them, stating that even with her around, Odahviing might feel threatened. Lucia was in awe of how firm her mother was in protecting her friend and curled up on her lap for the rest of the trip.

It took the better part of three hours by cart to get to the edge of the Great Forest, and to prevent any potential upset from the nearby homesteads, they inclined to trek into the woods for Odahviing. Lucia sat on top of Kaidan's shoulders while they walked along, keeping an eye out for blues and reds.

Coming across a rather interesting cave, Allora bade everyone to stay back while she checked it out. After a long wait (about ten minutes), she eventually came back out with Odahviing in tow.

Lucia: *wide eyed and clenching her hands into Kaidan's hair nervously, but trying to be brave like her mama* H...hello Mr. Dragon!

Odahviing: *rumbles in his throat, extending his neck and turning his eye to her* Drem Yol Lok, Goraan Kulaas. Greetings.

Kaidan: *nods to Odahviing, carefully setting Lucia down* How're you, Odahviing? Some guards made note of yer presence. Haven't been attacked, have you?

Odahviing: *amused by the thought, pulling his head back* Niid. Your fellow Men have not approached. I believe they may have seen me dispose of the Beasts in the area. Krosis.

Lyra: *frowns* Beasts?

Odahviing: *looks to her curiously, noting her tense form* ...Minotaurs. They lurk about in the Forests. Quite the meal.

Allora: *jaw drops* You guys have Minotaurs and you never told me!?

Taliesin: *snorts* Of course you would find them excitable.

Inigo: Were there stories about them back home as well?

Allora: Yeah! Normally they're... not nice. But they're still cool. *pouts*

Davidicus: *quite beside himself with being in the presence of a dragon all ready, now baffled by his future daughter in law* You have Minotaurs where you are from?

Allora: *sighs* No. We made them up. Just like we made up dragons. *reaches out and scritches Odahviing's jaw, smiling as he leaned into it and purred*

Lucia: *nervously swallows and slowly walks up to him, glancing at Allora to make sure it was okay, before taking in a breath* M-May I... pet you too?

Odahviing: *cracks his eye open at her before lowering his head onto the rock beneath him and closing it again* Haalvut het, Krein Mon. You are kril, brave, to ask. You may.

Lucia: *smiles at Allora before gently petting his snout, giggling as he leaned into her touch*

Lyra: *clearly uncomfortable with a child getting that close, but crosses her arms and says nothing*

Davidicus: *gently pats her shoulder before stepping closer* May I take the time to draw you, my good dragon? Your physique is quite astounding.

Odahviing: Geh. Allora-Monah beseeched my answer beforehand. Do as you may, jul.

Lucia: *tilts her head* What are those words you're saying?

Allora: They're dovahzul, or dragon speech, baby. Dragons have their own language.

Odahviing: Geh. Yes. You are Krein Mon, the Sun's daughter. Allora-Monah, him monah, your mother.

Allora: *flustered* Stop calling me the sun.

Odahviing: *closes his eye as he chortles*

#skyrim #TESSDE AU #Lucia #Lyra Flavius #Davidicus Flavius #Odahviing #Kaidan Khim #Kaidan Skyrim #inigo the brave #inigo skyrim #skyrim taliesin #Allora #Dragonborn oc #tes #tesblr #so many NAMES

[tragcdysewn]

here is my combo event plotting/starter call! like for me to dm you and if you want a starter, make sure to specify who for and from! (also i definitely owe like three starters so those are on here too)

abigail mckinnon - marlene mckinnon

abi is pretty into this, she does genuinely enjoy winter and likes shopping and exploring, so girl is having a blast with this whole thing. come ice skate with her she will try not to pull you down but i can not promise anything

ahsoka tano

is neutral, considering her whole family is falling apart. she may lurk for a bit but she probably won’t be spending a ton of time there when she has bigger issues to deal with.

allana solo - sella palpatine

allana is having a great time, spending time with their girlfriend and ignoring her problems by throwing themselves into various activities? a blast. will absolutely try the polar plunge to see if she can manage it

alphonse elric

al has never been to something like this, and will be dragging ed to hang out with him and try all the snacks and shit, man is having a great time and wants to try everything

ariana dumbledore

had said last year that she was going to be an annoying mom around the holidays this year, and she was absolutely telling the truth let her be a cringey pinterest mom who’s taking photos of everything thank you

bela dimitrescu - rachel green

hell no. absolutely not, no way bela is going anywhere near any of this, it is cold and she does not fuck with that shit

bellatrix black - narcissa malfoy

eh, might drop in for a bit but she isn’t going to come to really do anything. this is stupid muggle shit

cassie lang

she’ll probably walk around a little bit, but she isn’t a super super big fan of the cold so catch her hiding with hot chocolate and a very thick pair of gloves by the bonfire

davina claire - hope mikaelson

davina grew up loving festivals and markets and all of that, so she’s honestly thrilled about all of this and will be dragging her friends to everything she can. she’s a huge fan of art and music, so she’ll be at the nutcracker and the live shows 

elphaba thropp

it is highly unlikely elphaba is going to this, considering the one thing that usually makes her go is glinda and rn she doesn’t actually remember her beyond her weirdly perky rooommate so she’s at most passing through to grab some last minute gifts

feng xin - xie lian, lyra belacqua

will definitely be going and trying stuff out. he doesn’t know what christmas is about, exactly, but he’s always down for new experiences and there’s competitions, which feng xin absolutely adores and loves so watch out

feyre archeron

will be taking nyx and trying to get omega to come as well to get her mind off what happened to hunter a few months ago, also is running a charity art stand, but she’s not going to be there much, she’s got volunteers actually handling the stand itself

hallie parker - jester lavorre

is going, will be recording everything that happens and dragging random strangers to do fun stuff with her and challenge them to races just for vibes

howl jenkins pendragon - sophie hatter

they absolutely took morgan out of school for the day to have some fun, so he’ll be doing anything a small child would enjoy and being an absolute Dad

james potter

he’s got to do some christmas shopping because i know he left it to the last possible minute so if you’re his friend and you see him buying stuff no you don’t

james witherdale - bree tanner

he’s chilling honestly. not a huge fan, but he’ll find some enjoyment in it after a while. may have to snack on someone though, a guy’s gotta eat and unfortunately he can not consume anything sold

jin zixuan

another one who doesn’t really celebrate this holiday, but he thinks everything looks nice and he’s sure his friends are going, so why not, right?

korra

she’s going to take a picture with sexy santa, because why not, it’ll be funny as all hell. she also definitely has to christmas shop, so that’s getting done asap. also will be throwing snowballs even outside the actual competition when they inevitably get kicked out for water bending

lan wangji - wei wuxian

he’ll be going solely because he’s positive most of the people he cares about will be there, and it’s an easy place to find them and talk now that i have unfortunately made him aware

lumine

lumine has been here long enough to start understanding the customs of this world, so she gets the basic idea of the holidays, and she thinks it’s cute, so she’ll be participating and probably going with some friends

lyanna stark

she loves the winter holidays, even if they aren’t the ones she celebrated back in westeros. she will be making the stark-targaryens decorate and do gifts and all that, so she needs to get them all gifts and get them into the holiday spirit

marinette dupain-cheng

will be running a bakery stall, but will also try ice skating and all of that when she takes breaks, so come have some fun with her

mj jones - gwen blake

mj actually will be spending a ton of time ice skating, she genuinely loves it and will have a blast, and then probably sit by the bonfire and make some s’mores. could also be convinced to hop in a carriage or join the snowball fight

mo ran - antonia dreykov, sha hualing, milton greasley

i went back and forth on if he would go or not, but i decided that since he’s from the second timeline AND unaware, he’d probably go check it out, flirt with strangers, fling snowballs are strangers, etc

mobei-jun

man is THRIVING catch him living in the ice bar it is way too warm for him in dc he will be living it up in the freezing cold

nie mingjue

he doesn’t get what’s so important, but apparently people are supposed to give gifts and he unfortunately has a brother who will whine forever if he doesn’t participate so he’s gonna try

renesmee cullen - alice cullen, kaiden monsula, omega archeron

nessie has about twenty family members she needs to buy gifts for, and they have bought gifts for about zero of them, they are in crunch time rn

rose weasley - roxanne weasley, victorie weasley, albus potter

she definitely enjoys the holidays, and she’s a bit competitive, so sled races and snowball fights, the wotters will be dragged into any game she can find

sheev palpatine - anakin skywalker

he’s not going. literally not a chance unless one of the siblings really wants him to go for some reason

shen qingqiu

he’s going both because any and all modern traditions are a fun little nostalgic thing for him, and also he’s sure binghe will enjoy it and qinghua will want a gift so here he is

shi wudu

i doubt he even knows what’s going on, he may walk through out of curiosity and see what’s up but that’s really it

thanatos

they may go for a bit just to see what’s happening, but they aren’t super preoccupied with mortal traditions, so he’s just probably going to observe more than participate

wanda maximoff - daisy johnson

i don’t know if she’d go unless billy or steve really wanted her to, the whole thing with tommy and vision is way more her priority 

wen qing - jo wilson

they're definitely still getting used to stuff in this world, but she’s nothing if not eager to try new things, so she’ll be giving pretty much everything a shot

xiao lanhua - sam giddings

she's absolutely loving this, and wants to try everything she can. girl will be making gingerbread houses, going on a carriage ride, probably falling on her ass attempting to ice skate, and being as excited as a five year old the entire time

yor forger

yor is in full mom mode, doing holiday prep and figuring out gifts for her family, also making sure anya has fun. she could probably be convinced to join in some games and contests, though it’s not her priority. don’t let her throw snowballs i’m begging you the woman once threw a tennis ball so hard it broke the sound barrier and shattered the other persons racket

#hw: plot call

[gundam-jones]

unusual oc asks

Thank you for the tag @gale-in-space !!! I was trying to figure out how to copy paste it in tumblr, but then I remembered I could get it from the notif email lmao

Gonna do this with Lylirian Emera, (aka, Lyra)!

Seasoning: She loves anything herby tbh, she loves rosemary

Weather: She loves a stormy day, it means she can stay inside and read and curl up with her cat Horatio. Also means most people won’t come to bother her due to the weather lmao

Color: I associate her with blues and greens! She likes a deep red tho.

Sky: She’s not much of a stargazer, but she does like watching a sunset every now and again.

House plant: a hardy, wildly overgrown succulent (healthy, just very large)

Weapon: Dual short swords or scimitars

Subject: Hmmm good question. I made her background “guild artisan”, since her family runs a trading collective in baldur’s gate so anything related to textiles and making of art is something she has an expertise in (200 years of it) Herself tho, she loves music of all kinds and embroidery. She’s very crafty, and loves making things (she’s currently dabbling in jewelry making)

Social media: no idea, but she probably lurks on artisan YouTube accounts, or subreddits where ppl talk about things they make

Makeup product: on the road, all she has is her lipstick. In the city she only really indulges in make up when she’s going to a big event

Candy: she doesn’t like sweets a lot, but she does like chocolate covered fruits

Fear: less fear here, but more she couldn’t take the grief of losing another family member the way she lost her late husband (ie, sudden death and murder, burying them, then the person's body being stolen from their grave, not being able to find out who did it)

Ice cube shape: she likes them cubed

Method of long distance travel: by ship, if it’s available!

Art style: good question? not sure. In terms of medium, she prefers music

Mythological creature: Diwata (lesser gods under the philippine pantheon, often protectors of nature)

Piece of stationary: She has stationary for casual and formal use. For formal use, imagine crisp, cream colored paper in an envelope enclosed with a wax seal (red or green depending on how she's feeling). for any smaller, more personal notes it'll be the same paper but folded or rolled shut, and tied close with a ribbon

Celestial body: The constellation of Calliope

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Species

Jeff the Killer- human

Liu- human

Ben- ghost

Sally Dawn- ghost

Sam Williams- ghost

Milo the Electrocuted- ghost

Lulu- human

Clockwork- human

Zero- human

Jane the killer- human

Jesse Richardson- human

Mary Vaughn- human

Jane Arkensaw- human

Vailly Evans- ghost

Nathan the nobody-  human

Eyeless Jack- demon

Kate the chaser-  human

Rouge- human

Wilson the basher-human

X-virus- human

Lazari- half zalgoid, half human

Stripes-  half zalgoid, half human

Kaidy- half zalgoid, half human

Nina the killer- human

Puppeteer- ghost

Zachary- human

Rosemary- human

Emra- undead

Bloody painter- human

Suicide Sadie- ghost

Roadwalker- ghost

Judge angel- human

Nurse Ann- undead

Randy- human

Sully- ghost

Keith- human

Troy- human

Dollmaker- human

Svetlana- human

Vicky genocidal- human

Hannah the killer- human

Hung iris- ghost

Oggy- blood demon

Lifeless Lucy- ghost

Legless Eliza- ghost

Mucky Child- ghost

Lacy Morgan- ghost

Asylum Nancy- human

Chris the Revenant- human

Monday Child- vampire

Laughing Jill- puppet

Laughing Jack- puppet

Toby- human

Lurking Lyra- undead

Killing Kate- human

Lost Silver- ghost

Cata the Killer- human

Rotten Abigail- undead

The Hare- possessed human

The Doll- possessed doll

Raven- half human half crow

Anna Schurks- ghost

Weeping forest- ghost

Nightmare Ally- undead doll

Red Death- human

Gas mask maid- human

Tim- human

Jessica- human

Taylor- human

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