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HL Fic Library 🤣 Fics With Humor

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🤣 Just Me, You, And This Box of Matches by tomlinsunshine @tornlinsunshine (M, 87k)

Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.

🤣 Harry Styles Cooks… by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships (E, 61k+, wip)

In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker.

Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them.

🤣 Frankincense-ational by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 31k)

Harry Styles works at the Hillsyde Library with his friend Zayn and best mate Niall. It’s December, which means Christmas, which should be the happiest month of the year…

Except Niall just broke up with his boyfriend, Zayn needs to let up on the rules a little, and the library is getting their fire alarm system replaced, which means that for the next few weeks there are going to be firemen patrolling the library ‘looking for fires’ while the system is down.

Harry almost hits one of them with his car right off the bat - and of course he’s the hot one.

🤣 the butthole series by @kingsofeverything (E, 24k)

a series of standalone fics with a central theme

🤣 That's How I Know by @allwaswell16 (E, 19k)

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

🤣 Man, Deconstructed by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom (E, 13k)

Harry doesn’t need help getting laid and he certainly doesn’t need Niall to hire a professional to ‘sort him out’.

But when a gorgeous man turns up on his doorstep on his birthday to ‘lay some pipe’ in the back garden (who just happens to have the best arse Harry’s ever seen), his world is upended.

OR the one where a well-meaning best mate, a sculpture-worthy arse, and a heaping dose of misunderstanding combine to create sheer and utter chaos, and also, maybe, the best thing Harry’s ever found.

🤣 One Vote Can Rock the Boat by @2tiedships2 (M, 12k)

“Niall, I need you to come and vote with me tomorrow.”

“Lou, I know we’ve only been friends for about two years now, but I guess I’ve never explicitly told you I’m Irish?”

“You don’t have to vote, exactly,” Louis explained. “But I don’t want to go to a sex toy shop by myself.”

“Have I just entered an alternate universe? In what world does voting for the government correlate in any way to sex toys?”

Or the one where Omega Louis shows off his “I voted” sticker as one of the first 100 customers to get a free vibrator. The beautiful alpha behind the counter informs him that he’s customer 101.

🤣 autopilot by silkbombs (M, 11k)

Louis accidentally sends an unknown number a video of him giving a cockroach a funeral. The weirdest love story ensues.

🤣 Umbrielievable by nikogda / @cyphermedley (NR, 11k)

Three months ago they began to pick up a weak signal. They couldn’t decipher it and figured it was just a satellite they were picking up. Eventually, they were able to translate "Give us cheese" but the rest was still a mess. That message baffled them, and they immediately thought it may be a joke from another country.

Or, The one where Harry is an Alien from Uranus' moon, Umbriel whose inhabitants require cheese to survive.

🤣 Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday (T, 10k)

Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.

🤣 For a day by bluegreenish / @greenblueish (T, 9k)

“While I appreciate that compliment - you’re right -, it’s not a prank. I swear. I tried calling Harry and Liam, but they aren’t picking up. And like, I don’t know what to do? I just woke up in Liam’s freaking body, and like, he’s a nice lad and everything, but I don’t want to be him?!”

Once again, tense silence fills the line for a second and Louis almost expects Zayn to hang up on him, but his friend speaks up again, voice urgent this time.

“You’re serious?”

“One hundred percent. I swear.”

or, the one where Harry wakes up in Louis' body, Louis in Liam's, Liam in Niall's, Niall in Harry's and no one picked Zayn.

🤣 Only Been Here One Time by alienharry (NR, 9k)

“Good morning, Liam. Harry.” Louis nods at them both and then cocks his head. “Are you aware you have four nipples, Harry?”

Harry looks down at his chest, suddenly worried. He doesn’t know how many nipples humans have, but four must not be a usual amount. “Should I have six?”

“Not unless you’ve a litter of kittens to feed.”

The Alien!Harry fic I was destined to write

🤣 Ain’t My Fault by @afirethatcannotdie (E, 7k)

“Liam, M4M is for sex! You posted in a sex forum about your missing jacket.”

“It is not for sex!”

“It is. Trust me.”

“Well, if it helps me find my jacket then I don’t really see why it matters. Besides, someone already texted me about it. This Styles guy’s coming over in a bit to get it.”

“You invited the avocado man to come get his jacket at our flat after posting on a sex forum. Do you see where this is going?”

“I really don’t.”

“Someone is going to have to have sex with the avocado man!” Louis screeches, and Liam covers his ears.

AU. Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

🤣 Porn To Be Wild by @fallinglikethis (E, 5k)

As Louis Tomlinson writes his One Direction fanfiction in a quiet, isolated corner of the local library, the last thing he expects is for the subject of his story to interrupt him in the middle of a sex scene. But that’s exactly what happens.

🤣 Absolute Beginners by @taggiecb (T, 5k)

Louis would like to think that Niall can't surprise him anymore. He never knows what his friend will come up with sometimes. But when he calls Louis in the middle of the night and asks him to come and hit on his friend, Louis can't help but let curiosity get the best of him.

🤣 Only Reason by @letsjustsee (NR, 5k)

“We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.”No. No, no, no… “I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement. Oh shit. No. What? No. But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage.

Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world's foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway.

🤣 Catastrophe (Or Not) by grapenight (G, 5k)

Based on the prompt: "Harry's a crazy cat person and Louis is the vet he keeps bringing his cats to with minor concerns like "she's been acting weird lately" and "he didn't poop today so I'm worried" but it's really just excuses to keep seeing Louis everyday"

🤣 Anywhere With You by sweetums / @darlou (T, 3k)

“Do you want some gum?” Louis’ lovely voice interrupts his train of thoughts.

“No, thank you.” Harry responds quickly.

What? ‘No, thank you’? What was he thinking? If Louis Tomlinson offers you gum, you take it. If Louis Tomlinson offers you a vial of vomit, you take it.

“On second thought, gum would be perfection.” Harry actually considers just dying right there as he reaches over to pry the piece of gum out of Louis’ perfect little hand, eyes flitting over to the other man’s amused face.

Why did he say that? He could’ve said, ‘I’ll have some gum’ or ‘gum would be great’ or even a simple ‘thanks’ but no, no, for Harry, ‘gum would be perfection’.

He loathes himself.

AU where Harry gets stuck in an ATM vestibule with Louis Tomlinson during a blackout. Inspired by Chandler and Jill Goodacre from Friends.

🤣 Oh Honey, Honey by @lululawrence (NR, 3k)

Louis hated honey. He didn’t like the flavour, he didn’t understand why some liked it in their tea, he hated when it was put on sandwiches or cake or anything really. But, standing stock still in front of a rather large display of honey in that 24-hour Tesco, Louis found himself grabbing the largest jar of “100% pure London-local honey” and adding it to his trolley, simply because he knew it would make Harry smile.

Louis always wanted to make Harry smile.

Or the one where Louis pines after Harry, Harry is passionate about helping save the bees, and a late night shopping trip gone wrong doesn't end quite as horribly as Louis imagines.

🤣 On the Go by @phdmama (T, 2k)

Prompt: ok so i saw a truck today and i thought it said MANSCAPE but it actually said MAINSCAPE and it was a landscaping company. but then i thought LARRY AU. where louis owns a landscaping company called MANSCAPE and harry thinks it’s some sort of in-home pubic hair grooming company, so he calls to make an appointment, there’s some discussion of whether he wants his bushes trimmed as well, and then when it’s time for the appointment, harry’s like half-naked waiting around in a robe or something and louis shows up with lawnmowers.

🤣 Zoey by wabadabadaba / @bigxrig (G, 2k)

Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.

or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

🤣 Stole My Heart by @haztobegood (NR, 2k)

“Oh my god, Niall.” The door slams shut as Harry rushes into the flat. He’s still panting from his rush to get away from the scene of his crime. “You won’t believe what just happened!”

Niall is sitting on the couch in their tiny living room. He looks up from his laptop. “What happened?”

“The worst thing. I’ll never recover. I just reached into a box of free samples outside that new chicken restaurant. Only it wasn’t free samples. It was a man. Holding a box of chicken nuggets. His chicken nuggets. I stole this man’s food, Niall!”

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birdclowns · 4 months

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jan - the start of the end of my criminal minds hyperfixation. spencer reid my beloved. he's so mentally ill

feb - unsub!spencer reid is something that can be so special.... he can kill people for "science." as a treat.

march - I STARTED WATCHING 911. I watched all of it so fucking quickly. I hate buddie. I love them

april - brainrot for lone star has STARTED. making good on my vague 2023 goal of doing backgrounds more often🥰

may - fuck you, couch theory. they need to fuck nasty on it

june - one of my FAVORITE projects for the year. I love all of the canon queer characters thatre lone star, and paul means so much to me. paul's is Definitely my fav icon out of them all

july - my self proclaimed "it's my birthday month I can fuck up my blorbos if I want to" if you havent read the fic that @inflarescent was inspired to write. who are you and what the fuck are you doing with your life

aug - lap tk my beloved<333333 if he FITS he SITS!!!!!

sept - continuation of my lap tk love. I had so much fun with the colors and with figuring out how to make movement happen with a little comic. I just think they're neat

oct - we get to the gifts at the end of the year<333 a collab with @paperstorm for @thebumblecee's birthday 🥰🥰🥰🥰 again, read the fic. or I Will find you 👀

nov - GHOSTFACE TARLOS YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. birthday gift for the lovely amazing talented @mooshkat<333333 read their ghostface!tarlos series!!!!! its so good their writing makes me insane

dec - one of my favorite things for one of my favorite people. matching icons for discord of @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and I's ocs<3333 we weren't dating when I posted this (which. wild. this should've been a sign tbh) but we started very soon after and honestly. what a great way to end the year 🥰🥰🥰🥰

(denton is from my fic read it or don't I won't threaten you but he might)

there's more december art coming <33 gifts and secret santa and I'm so fucking excited to continue to grow with my art!!! next year will be so full of projects for both art and writing

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thanks for tagging me @thisbuildinghasfeelings & @reyesstrand 💕💕

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cdragons · 1 month

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Hey! I miss interacting with u, hope you are doing well :)

What is the song that will most describe farleighs and y/ns friendship?

Hey! This is really sweet, anon! THank you! I'm doing great, I have a ton of exams and projects with school that are kind of kicking my butt rn, but today's my birthday so I am excited to share that with my family!

This is a really tough one, mostly because I never expected this friendship to be so popular with everyone. Although I shouldn't be surprised because Farleigh Start was actually so superior in the movie.

Personally, I think these songs really fit them

Gimme More by Brittany Spears

Bad Girls by M.I.A

That's My Girl by Fifth Harmony (also works for Annabel and Y/N)

So What by P!nk

Is You or Is You Ain't My Baby by Louis Jordan and His Tympany Five (look up Marvelous Mrs. Maisel with this song and TELL me that this won't be the most amazing duet with the pair)

Let me know in the comments of your opnions!

I feel like this is a good opportunity to give off some headcanons to describe the vibes I get from Fareligh and Y/n! There are also just my personal headcanons of Farleigh and his story in my AU! I made up these with the help of my internet soulmate @ethereal-athalia!

Here are some headcanons of my personal take of Farleigh's backstory in my AU and in general:

Is it weird if I can see Fareligh coming from New Orleans, Louisiana? Because I can absolutely see him giving off those vibes. He would fit PERFECTLY as a New Yorker, but I can't help but feel he would thrive in the Crescent City.

Farleigh really misses the States, and a big part of the reason he parties so much is to forget how homesick he is. I find it very odd that we are given this extremely intelligent character who would no doubt thrive in an Ivy League like Yale, Harvard, or Brown, but he's stuck in England. James definitely could have just paid for his education there, so why send him to England? Furthermore, why does James cover him up so much? Is it really just because he's family?

Remember when Felix told Oliver that Farleigh got kicked out of every school in England bc he "sucked the teachers off"? First off, ew. Secondly, sure, Farleigh is a bit of a hedonist, but all of his behavior just kind of screams to me that he's really and genuinely unhappy in England and wants to go back. That might be a reason why he was so reluctant for Felix to get close to Y/N since Chapter 1 of 'Fuck Everything.'

Furthermore, it really bothers me how nonchalant Felix is about telling Oliver that piece of information. Even if he knows that Farleigh wouldn't really care, that is still very private information about a young boy who was taken advantage of by teachers who were in a position that allowed them to abuse their power.

Also, for a film that exposes so much about its characters, we really don't know a lot about Farleigh Start and his story, specifically his family in the States.

The part where Farleigh's mom is terrible with money and constantly needs handouts from her brother, James, is very realistic - that part, I believe. But I feel like there is a lot missing with his dad.

Was his dad actually as brutish and abusive as Felix said to Oliver? Personally, I don't really see it. Even at first glance, the way Farleigh carries himself is leagues different from the rest of the Cattons. He's observant and takes in details. He uses all this information as a weapon for any opponent he goes up against.

In my opinion, I could absolutely see Farleigh's dad being a completely normal and decent person with a job as a librarian or English professor. This idea is mostly stemmed from when Fareligh made the 'thus' argument against Oliver's essay at the beginning of the movie, and this seems like something Farleigh knows as if being explained about it from a very early age.

The reason I think his father is ill-portrayed is because I feel like Farleigh's mother met him while she was in America and was intrigued by his unassuming self and married him. But then she got bored because she wasn't living the high and expensive life she was living in England with her family.

Eventually, she got bored and decided to use Farleigh as an excuse to get money from James. Farleigh's dad might have wanted custody of his son but was threatened by his ex-wife that he would never see his son again.

Farleigh is aware of his mother's toxic tendencies, but she's his mother and he loves her anyway. He know she's leeching off of him to get to her brother. But what are his other options? Let her fend for herself?

This is probably so far-fetched and a huge reach, but the Cattons are portrayed as people who love to feed off their own sense of entitlement over others by showing of 'generous' and 'charitable' they are to take of other people. When anything bad happens to them, they wear it like a trophy. Maybe that's what happened with Farleigh?

NOW! Onto Farleigh and Reader (also ft. Michael Gavey bc he's bb):

Being around Y/N is like being at home for the first time in forever (cue Frozen song) for Farleigh. When they start talking, Y/N is extremely skeptical of his intentions because she thinks that he's just trying to help out Felix. But nope! He just wants a genuine friend.

Y/N makes it clear to Farleigh from the beginning that if he wants to be friends with her, he needs to be friends with Michael. Michael Gavey and Y/N L/N are a package deal. You want one? You get the other.

Farleigh keeps his friendship with Reader a secret from Felix and is helped by Annabel (our girl got a taste of true kindness, sees Felix Catton for the leech he is, and is now part of the Y/N protection club)

With Y/N, he doesn't feel the need to party or drink until he gets alcohol poisoning to have a good time. He learns to have quiet nights doing homework or playing stupid board games with made-up rules.

Michael and Y/N introduce him to DnD, and he's the classic Bard player who rolls for charisma and ends up f*cking his party out of danger every time. Michael is a paladin, and Y/N is a monk, in case you were wondering.

Y/N sometimes uses Farleigh to model for some of her portraits. She learns to appreciate him because she and Michael do need to be reminded sometimes that it's okay to cut loose at times and that spreading their wings won't kill them.

Y/N and Farleigh definitely geek out over art history and literature (symbolism, plot holes, motifs, etc.) and are BIG soul and blues fans. When they all hang out in Y/N's dorm, they will be listening to James Brown, Ella Fitzgerald, and Ray Charles till dawn.

Y/N is someone whom Farleigh can have actual mind-stimulating conversations with in a manner that's respectful but also wildly entertaining. They will discuss everything from rousing debates about politics and current events to philosophical queries about the omegaverse and mpreg.

Michael pretended he wasn't a fan until they caught him singing along to 'Hit the Road Jack' and they never let him forget it.

Also, Farleigh is a MAJOR Michael Gavey x Y/N fan. He wants them to get together SO BADLY! But he won't do this in a productive/uncomplicated way. Nonononono, he plans to make the most convoluted, dramatic, and needlessly complicated schemes to get these two nerds together for his own amusement. *Nudge* *Nudge* *Wink* *Wink*

Real talk though, Fareligh genuinely loves Y/N and her presence as a friend. He has all these expectations placed on him and fake friends who only want to be around him for his cousins. To be around someone who not only misses home like him but also truly appreciates him as an individual and not as a commodity for networking means the world to him.

If Y/N ever does go to Saltburn for the summer (*foreshadowing*), Farleigh will do everything in his power to make sure she won't get sucked into his relatives' fake and shallow schemes.

Also, as a bonus, he loves ranting and trash-talking Oliver with Y/N and Michael. It's like free therapy with better snacks because Michael always brings candy.

These are all the ones I can think of for now, but let me more in the comments or in my ask box if you want more! It really means so much that you guys love this AU so much!

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the comments for future Saltburn AU stuff!

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askmatthias · 3 months

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✕✕✕ ABOUT.

( updated 2 / 6 /2024 )

NAME Matthias Czernin. (Louis)

TITLE The Puppeteer.

GENDER Male.

PRONOUNS He / Him / His.

AGE 24

D.O.B. Happy Birthday!

ETHNICITY Czech.

HEIGHT 6ft 3in. ( 190.5 cm )

ORIENTATION Demiromantic, Asexual.

OCCUPATION Entertainer, Puppeteer.

LANGUAGE(S) Czech, French, English.

FACTION Survivor.

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PERSONALITY.

Quiet and prone to giving the silent treatment without intending to, Matthias prefers keeping to himself most times, or using Louis to speak on his behalf. Though he’s not mute, it’s rare of him to speak for himself unless it’s through Louis, and seems to actively avoid being addressed directly.

Louis, however, seems friendly and playful, but still carries the immaturity and ignorance of youth; due to this, it’s believable that the puppet and the puppeteer are separate entities, or perhaps different points of time in Matthias’ life, especially when arguing. If one weren’t fooled, however, they’d realise Matthias’ is unstable and uses Louis as a defence-mechanism to protect himself - even if it’s to his own detriment.

Despite the fragility of Matthias’ mind, he is a stubborn and resilient young man who stands firm in his beliefs, regardless of opposition from others, even going so far as to dismiss his own autonomy if it means driving a point across to others.

When push comes to shove, however, he is not without a short fuse, quick to lashing out on others if pressured, and easily resorting to violence. Lanky as he is, he can pack a hefty punch, and has no qualms with setting himself on fire if it means taking down those who mean him harm at the same time. If it isn’t obvious by his appearance alone, approach with caution.

HEADCANONS.

× He keeps his head slightly cocked to compensate for the loss of his left eye; he also prefers sleeping on his left side.

× He is dealing with untreated PTSD, DID, AVPD, and Imposter Syndrome as a result of the poor treatment from his family, and head trauma from the stage’s collapse.

× Yes, he does talk to Louis even when alone. He’s very conflicted on how his interactions with the puppet goes; the conversations can rapidly vary between fear, anger, and friendliness.

× If someone were to steal Louis, he wouldn’t worry; that fucking thing has a habit of popping back up no matter where he goes…

× He has moments where he seems to regret the loss of his family, if only because there was a longing for them to see him as he was, and not who they wanted him to be. This manifests as Louis pestering him with questions about the incidents and often results in Matthias displaying fits of aggression.

× Matthias not only has insomnia, but will sometimes sleepwalk the few times he’s able to actually get some rest. During these times, he will occasionally speak in Louis’ voice.

× Despite Matthias’ on and off dislike for Louis, the puppet doesn’t seem to harbour any ill-will for Matthias - and seems to go out of his way to try and cheer Matthias up. Even going so far as to protect him.

× Matthias daydreams of someday being able to enjoy his birthday with friends, but that requires having friends in the first place. That, and he struggles to enjoy it even by himself as it feels it’s only a reminder of his failure to be worth loving as he is.

× His parents named the puppet Louis because Matthias doesn’t sound as nice in French. Furthermore, he intentionally butchers the French language when speaking it. Get mad, French Losers…

× Louis speaks French almost perfectly fluent unless he’s trying to be endearingly imperfect.

× Matthias has terrible depth perception since the incident, and although he’s learnt to adjust he struggles with timing Louis’ use of undaunted because of it.

× He sometimes avoids mirrors because he’ll see Louis staring back at him instead of himself.

× Unbeknownst to Matthias, his mother and her side of the family are followers of Yidhra.

× His father also has a prominent lineage, but it’s something of a mystery to Matthias who was only ever aware of their history in puppetry.

× The doll repair kit on his belt has seen more use mending his own wounds than actual dolls or puppets. The lip stitches are a method of self-imposed lip-training.

HUNTERS.

The memories of his first match are hazy at best, but he knows he really does not like them; staying in his room because of them, Matthias makes a point to treat them as though hunters are invisible. If he doesn’t address the monsters in his nightmares, they can’t hurt him, and that’s all this is, it’s just another never-ending nightmare, right?

And even if it isn’t, why would he ever want to befriend those who’ve proven themselves terrible?

SURVIVORS.

He’s just as wary of them as he is the Hunters. Regardless of this, and the fact he seems to prefer avoiding people, he has no desire to see harm done unto them by the monsters set free to torture them for entertainment in the arena.

MATCH STYLE.

His match style is unknown at this time due to memories of his first match being hazy to him; based on his skills, however, it can be inferred that he relies on the use of Louis to rescue others, as he’s more than willing to let the thing be destroyed. Especially if it happens by supernatural means; get RID of that thing… Much to his dismay, Louis seems invulnerable to attacks, especially through the use of the skill ‘undaunted’.

Overall he seems to prefer kiting these nightmarish Hunters through matches himself. He doesn’t seek to humiliate them as much as buy the others time, playing the role of silent prey.

Also, due to circumstances, Matthias is unable to receive healing from others; however, he’s able to mend himself while mending others.

✕✕✕ CREDITS.

art & interpretation by mothysms.

Matthias Czernin, Louis // Puppeteer© Netease.

✕✕✕ MUN.

Hi, I'm Mothy!

I'll add more later, but for the sake of clarity, I just wanted to make sure everyone knows I'm A) an adult with other things I like to get up to that isn't just this blog, and B) write Matthias' disability partially from my own experiences - so ableism will not be tolerated.

While I enjoy RPing, this blog will likely end up just being an ask blog.

x Mun is 31 and would rather not be on friendly terms with minors. It's fine to interact with the blog, but please don't try to interact with me OOC unless it's joking to one another in tags or replies.

x This blog will stay relatively SFW. Minors are asked to not interact with posts that may imply NSFW on this blog. Those posts will be tagged accordingly.

x If there's something that needs tagged, you may ask me to tag it.

x Mun is intergender Agender, and knowledgeable on most intersex content and how it's portrayed poorly in media and looking to rectify that without making it an inherently explicit.

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blouisparadise · 1 year

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of BL fics with cross-dressing. If you’d like more of these types of fics, you can also find a lot of amazing ones on our Louis in lingerie rec list here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please show support by liking and reblogging this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Viens Jouer Dehors (Come Out And Play) | Explicit | 3102 words

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Louis is a French model. Harry is the coffee guy. Louis doesn't speak English. It works out.

2) Handprints And Good Grips | Explicit | 3330 words

Harry wants to pull them down and suck him off. Harry wants to never take them off and eat him out over the lace. Harry wants to push them aside and fuck the imprint right into Louis’ body.

3) I'll Ride You (Like A Harley) | Explicit | 3517 words

Louis and Harry go to a club, too many people flirt with Louis and jealousy occurs. Harry decides that Louis is too pretty to get fucked in the toilets of a club and instead decides that Louis riding him on his Harley isn't that bad of an idea. And Louis is always willing to please his daddy.

4) Your Reputation and Your Good Intent | Explicit | 4028 words

Louis is a pinup model and Harry is his photographer. The shoot is anything but innocent.

5) Could Be Kissing My Fruit Punch Lips | Explicit | 4554 words

Harry happens upon a porn site that specializes in live videos and sort of falls in love with the cute boy he only knows as Kitty.

And then he gets the surprise of his life when he finds out Kitty attends his university...

6) TommoTwink | Not Rated | 4554 words

Harry was freaking out, he couldn’t find his laptop charger; he was searching everywhere around his shared flat for it but couldn’t seem to find it. You see, it wouldn’t be such a big deal if it wasn’t the second Tuesday of this month and almost 8 at night but it was and he wasn’t going to miss his favorite camboy live stream. That was not an option.

7) My Camboy | Explicit | 5125 words

"Alright, I’m off to bed." Harry said, throwing his plate in the sink.

"No work tonight?" Zayn asked, meeting his eyes

"Nope, not tonight." He occasionally worked mid-nights at the hotel down the street. Nothing major, just sat at the front desk, doing his homework, while he managed to talk to one person a night.

"Gonna study and get to bed early tonight."

"Or talk to your camboy." Zayn laughed, turning back to the TV.

Harry just rolled his eyes and didn’t answer as he quickly shuts his door, locking it. Sadly, Zayn was right, it was Thursday night, and his favorite boy was on soon. He went by Twink6Tommo9 and Harry was absolutely smitten.

8) I'll Make Sure To Call You Mine | Not Rated | 5388 words

It's Louis' birthday and Harry has come over to his family's house to celebrate. When Louis' parents and sisters go to sleep, Harry and Louis have some fun.

9) Such A Heavenly View | Not Rated | 5742 words

Louis discovers that he really likes girly things.

10) It's You That I Adore | Explicit | 5758 words

Where Louis is Harry's precious little faunlet and he makes sure the little one is aware of that.

11) Beverly Hills, Baby Honey | Mature | 7161 words

Louis strongly believes that Harry Styles is a bottom, a submissive, simply because he is one— he also fights people on Twitter about it. Until he meets the very man himself, and proves him how he couldn't be anymore mistaken as the man turns him putty in his arms, strong arms- pliant and docile.

12) I Won't Do You No Harm. | Explicit | 8378 words

Little black dress just walked into the room.

13) Makes Perfect | Explicit | 8610 words

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"What if you practiced on like, a mannequin?" Louis presses. "Or one of those blow up sex dolls? Or even just like, I don't know, a pillow or something. Whatever it'd fit around."

Harry tilts his head thoughtfully, curls catching the light so entrancingly that Louis finds himself reaching up to push his fingers through them. "It's different, though, innit? When it's a real person. A pillow won't snog me."

"Why should it?" says Louis. "You can't even take its bra off."

14) Lights, Camera, Acción (You Can Be My Daddy) | Explicit | 8855 words

Louis is a slutty little camboy who likes going out without panties and Harry fucks him.

15) Maid in the A.M. | Explicit | 9118 words

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The lad frowned at him.

“Sorry,” Harry said automatically. Which, wait. No, that wasn’t right. “Um, actually, I sort of live here?”

Okay, that came out less firm than Harry would like, but it was still true.

The guy rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

Harry had absolutely no idea what was happening.

16) If I Had One Wish I Know What I'd Wish For | Explicit | 10494 words

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Louis is the new servant at the Styles’ castle, and Harry is the Prince of England. Louis is resilient to Harry’s charm, but only for a while. They end up together, and they sneak around for a while until telling everyone.

17) Put It On Me | Mature | 14890 words

Harry's bachelor party doesn't go as planned.

18) Let’s Make Christmas Merry, Baby | Explicit | 19871 words

Harry and Louis have to play Mr and Mrs Claus at a frat party and don’t get on, but keep getting stuck under mistletoe until they do.

19) Middle Ground | Explicit | 23567 words

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Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

20) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42207 words

Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny.

21) Sweet Lou | Explicit | 115949 words

The Sweet Lou is a mafia romance between Louis and Harry. Louis is the son of a mafia Don, and Harry heads his own crime family. Though he's destined to marry Louis’ sister, they can't escape their obvious connection.

22) To Be Loved To Be In Love | Mature | 129407 words

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp fic recs #crossdressing #blp

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thelioncourts · 6 months

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honoring my horrible and beautiful husband, ldl, on his birthday...

(and to offset the insane negatively being perpetuated) here's a snippet of doxology, my soon-to-be submission for @iwtvfanevents day 3: confession/penance prompt.

St. Augustine had seen Louis de Pointe du Lac for all he was.

It had been witness to his christening at only three months old, his parents choosing to ring in the New Year with a midnight ceremony for their firstborn, tears in their eyes as Father Dumaine had taken their baby in his arms and blessed him, welcomed him into St. Augustine’s safety.

It had been witness to Grace and Paul’s christenings as well, surrounding young Louis as he watched on with a curious gaze, had listened with his heart at the words Father Dumaine spoke, their impact seeping through his skin just like the warmth of his father’s hand on his shoulder.

It had been witness to his growing up, had been large and imposing as he hid behind his mother’s leg, had been familiar and sure as he had aged into the ‘big kids’ section of the CCD, had been proud and strong as he became an altar boy, had been silent and uncertain as he’d made eye contact with Jonah Macon and heat had pooled in his stomach, had been a source of anxiety and despair as Louis had come to realize he wasn’t how he was supposed to be.

His father’s funeral had been in St. Augustine, that cold body carted over after the wake. St. Augustine had watched on as Louis became a man, Louis’ momma cupping his cheek and telling him how much they needed him now.

Paul’s funeral had been in St. Augustine too. St. Augustine had watched as Louis had been hollowed out, left a husk of himself as his little brother’s body had been brought into its walls, a mockery of what would happen only hours later when he’d be entombed in the Pointe du Lac mausoleum; it had watched as his momma sent her disdain at him with her eyes, had spewed her venomous words with coldness that left him desperate to crawl into the casket alongside Paul.

And then --

And then Louis had died too, the scene of his murder St. Augustine's own pulpit, the likeness of Christ staring down as Louis’ blood was drained from his mortal body.

Then, like a miracle, St. Augustine had witnessed Louis being reborn, that hollowed-out husk filled and held by Lestat de Lioncourt, the man who had come into Louis’ life and turned it into something Louis couldn’t comprehend, had revitalized within him the very sin that had turned St. Augustine into a place of uncertainty in his youth.

They had desecrated St. Augustine’s nave that rainy night.

When Louis thought back on the blur that was 1911, May stood out as the most vivid month.

Grace’s wedding, Paul’s death and subsequent funeral, and --

If he thought about it hard enough, Louis could still smell the rain of that particular night, could feel its cold in his bones. The memory of the way his clothes clung to his skin, the way they had dried in the humidity of St. Augustine’s confessional booth, had become damp again with his sweat as he’d spoken in the walls of his childhood home-away-from-home about his immense failures, of his wish to die, all came to him in fitful dreams some mornings.

Louis could remember the way St. Augustine had looked with his new vampire eyes.

It had been as if he was seeing the church for the first time.

The marble pillars, the newly shined pews, the fading paint on the walls had all begun to live, the pulse of being thrumming around and behind them all, giving them a life that hadn’t existed before the end of Louis’ own.

The Christ figure’s eyes had seemed to follow him everywhere.

The barbaric destruction, the blood stains on the floor, the lifeless bodies of the priests Louis had known for most of his life, had held St. Augustine in an eerie silence, one that had only been faint for Louis as the drumming had been pounding away in his ears still.

And yet none of that -- nothing of St. Augustine, nothing of Christ himself -- had held such a hold over Louis’ memory a year later as the view of Lestat.

Radiant Lestat.

Lestat had taken all of Louis’ attention away from the church, from all the feelings the church and its history brought out of Louis, and had morphed and shaped the life Louis had lived within the walls into that singular moment.

St. Augustine had witnessed as Louis, then and there, chose the feelings of Lestat’s lips on his, the pleasure-pain of his teeth on Louis’ neck, over everything else.

For the remainder of 1911, Louis had fumbled his way through fledgling vampirism, had lived out a summer, fall, and winter in Lestat’s arms.

He had been too busy to think of St. Augustine, too busy to think of anything that wasn’t Lestat.

But as 1911 turned into 1912 and Grace rang the Rue Royale early spring with a tear-thick voice, telling Louis that she and Levi were going away for their anniversary -- they weren’t sure where yet -- because Grace couldn’t bear to stay in New Orleans and pretend to celebrate when Paul --

Paul had been dead a year.

So Louis had seen Grace and Levi the evening before they left, had kissed Grace’s cheek, and assured her that Paul would want her to celebrate her first anniversary. Then he had visited the Pointe du Lac mausoleum, telling Lestat not to wait up, that he’d be home later.

On the actual year anniversary, Louis de Pointe du Lac dreamed of the final sunrise he had ever seen, and in the dream, the pink and orange sky turned a garish, bloodish red and the sphere of the sun became Paul’s cracked skull and Louis had been filled with such a need to be closer to Paul that he had been almost dizzy with it, neglectful of all things as he attempted to figure out just what to do.

Just as it had been when he was younger, Louis had found that the answer he was seeking was somewhere in St. Augustine.

It had to be.

la fin (for now)

#still feeling really down about my writing #weirdly has me writing more as if writing enough can practice away my mistakes #whatever #i saw 'radiant lestat' and thought it'd be fitting for his birthday #(even if this is for louis' birthday month)#my writing #spoiler: confessional sex

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kaz-playz · 3 months

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can I have some fluffy Houston hcs please? :3

also, while I'm here, are there any songs that you associate with Houston? I remember you mentioned a will wood one once, but I can't remember which one

YES YOU CAN!!! Ok song Association first

So the will wood song is Chemical Overreaction for like the first minute of the song.

Then Hello Hello by Elton John and Lady Gaga from the gnomeo and juliet movie. I don't have any others atm i think but I'll probably make a post w them eventually.

HCS below the cut!

She stole her first pair of boots from her dads closet, and her hat was a gift she got on her actual fifteenth birthday. She can still fit them so she wears them.

Steals clothes from the people around her. Her longhorns hoodie cane from austins closet, the gator and daiquiri hoodies from flo and louis respectively, even has one from alaska after barging into his house, and many more from texas.

She convinced Dallas that he would die if he went to Australia because of drop bears. After he got made fun of he made sure to google anything else Houston told him.

She was one of thise kids who was always selling something in middle school. Bracelets,necklaces,wallets,kandi, candy, fake passes etc.

She does love her dad a lot, but they're often ar odds when hes being an intolerant asshole. She still loves him tho.

When she mad at someone, they bake her a pie. She loves pie. But if you're not her dad or Virginia and you try and feed her your sweet potato pie she'll throw it at you. She's very particular about sweet potato pie.

She loves jewelry but hates how heavy it is :(

She wears glasses, and theyre all prescription.

When she cut her hair (it was to her knees and not at all practical for a farm) up to her mid back, texas was DEVASTATED. Locked himself in his room for three days with a bottle of jack daniels and a tissue box. It took him 3 months to fully get over.

She dated Oklahoma city once. It was during both of their rebellious phases. They were actually pretty sweet together unyil they both came to the conclusion that they're much rather date someone of the same sex. They still pretend to flirt when they aren't at eachothers throats.

Loves reptiles and amphibians. Thinks snakes are just the cutest (and they are) very avid toad lover.

Thinks armadillos and pangolins are so fascinating. She wants to hold one of each someday

Started listening to love is strange by sam and mickey after hearing Illinois (you know i had to sneak him in here) sing it.

Florida has seen her cry more than Texas has heard her laugh. Thats his girl fr 😢

Is very good friends with florida and louis's kids. Theyre like her cousins (besides her gfs obvi)

One time she went to visit Florida while he was rooming w cal. Their fridge was fully stocked for weeks afterward.

Is the fun babysitter, but she does know how you properly discipline (without corporal punishment) and many of those kids trust her as much as if not more than their parents. She takes care of them.

Doesn't want kids, but it's most susceptible to baby fever. She loves little babys they're so cute ugh.

That's all for now!

#welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttt #wttsh #ben brainard #wttsh texas #houston wttsh

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littlesugarwords · 9 months

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cool to know! maybe ericson kids react to their SO’s baby pictures? that was the first thing that came up on my mind for some reason

THIS IS PRECIOUS

Marlon: Marlon smiled as he wandered up to Y/N. They had finished their chores early and was perched in their favorite spot - the tire swing - and were flipping through a book in their lap. “Find something good?” Y/N smirked and turned to him, feet swinging absentmindedly. “Definitely. Wanna see?” Marlon propped an arm up on the top of the swing, leaning in, spotting the pictures scattering every page. “Woah, what is this?” “My baby pictures. My parents must have left it here with me. But, you know how the headmaster was with personal effects.” Marlon rolled his eyes and sighed. “Yes, I do.” He smiled, brushing his finger across their young face in one of the pictures. “What were you doing here?” It was an image of Y/N in the living room, a collection of toys scattered around her. “I was hosting a tea party for my stuffed animals and my Barbies. It was very posh.” Marlon laughed. “I can tell you the dress code.” Y/N groaned and placed a hand over their eyes. Their clashing outfit was definitely not it. The two chuckled and sat, flipping through photos, Marlon teasing Y/N for their terrible fashion choices for the next few hours to come.

Louis: Louis couldn’t help it, but his first reaction was to laugh. He slipped the picture out of Y/N’s hands and stared at it in awe. Y/N was sat in a bathtub, bubbles on the top of their head, in their hands, and all over their body. They were grinning, only a few teeth visible. “Hey!” Y/N called, trying to snatch it back, but Louis lifted his arm up high and craned his neck to continue looking at it. “Wow. Guess you’ve always been adorable, huh?” “Stop it!” Y/N said through chuckles, jumping and attempting to snag it. They were giggling with red cheeks, flustered and embarrassed at Louis being able to see it. Louis just grinned ear to ear. Maybe he could convince Y/N to let him keep it. It was too precious.

Violet: Violet jumped in front of Y/N who was just leaving their watch shift. Y/N raised a brow her way. “What?” They sounded hesitant but Violet simply chuckled. “I found something for you.” Before Y/N had a chance to ask any questions, she pulled the photo album out from behind her back; Y/N’s name was beautifully embroidered on the front with rainbow strings. Y/N’s eyes widened and she dropped her bow, accepting the book into her hands. “Oh my God,” they hushed. Y/N couldn’t believe they had it. That it was here. That it was still here. Y/N looked up and ginned. “Come, we need to look through it together.” There, until it grew dark, the two sat on the front steps of the school flipping through Y/N’s captured childhood memories. “Oh my God, what are you doing?” Violet asked, pointing to an image. Y/N’s face was smeared with chocolate cake, sitting in their high-chair, confused as they stared into the camera. “It was my Dad’s birthday.” Y/N responded with a grin, and the two burst into a sweet laughing fit.

Mitch: Mitch smirked as he wandered into the music room, catching Y/N curled over a book. “What are you reading?” He asked, startling Y/N. They jumped, slapping the book closed. That’s when Mitch saw it: the embroidered words “Y/N’s photos” sewn into the fabric cover. Mitch paused, then smiled tenderly, no longer a teasing grin. “Where did you find that?” Y/N hesitated for a moment. “In one of the storage rooms. My parents must have left it here for me when they dropped me off.” Y/N turned their attention back to the book. That felt like a lifetime ago. Mitch sat down beside them, popping open the cover. “Uh-” Before Y/MN could fight it, it was too late. Mitch was swimming the pages, smiling and chuckling to himself. “Look at you,” he said softly, brushing his fingers over a picture of Y/N in the front yard, attempting to shovel snow with a shovel three times their size. “How adorable.” He said it under his breath unintentionally, but Y/N turned to him, cheeks rosy and heart full.

Aasim: Aasim wandered up beside Y/N, sitting down beside them at the bench and peering over their shoulder. Y/N jumped, originally going to smack the book closed, but stopped when she realised who it was. “Oh,” they sighed. Aasim gave a tender grin their way, assuring them nothing was wrong. “What are you looking at?” “My childhood pictures.” Y/N said, sliding the book between the two of them. One by one, Y/N started going over the stories behind each photo. “This was my Mom’s 40th birthday party. And this was when I had to get my appendix taken out and I was messed up on drugs.” Y/N chuckled to themselves. “My Dad thought it was too funny to not take a picture. He told me down the line that it’s ‘a memory I won’t remember, but now that I can’t forget’.” Y/N giggled. Aasim loved seeing them so happy and full of life. It was as if their childhood was gradually returning to them, one image at a time.

Ruby: Ruby smiled as Y/N approached the bench from the front school doors, beaming from ear to ear. “What happened?” Ruby asked, sliding her book to the side and patting the open bench spot next to her. “You won’t believe what I found in storage.” Y/N set the book down and Ruby’s eyes widened. “No way.” “Way!” Y/N beamed. “I can’t believe my parents left this here.” Y/N eagerly sat down, and opened to the first few pages, grinning and tracing their fingers over the images, as if trying to soak up each memory. “Oh my god you were so cute.” Ruby said, her cheeks warm. They were so precious. So adorable. It reminded Ruby of a simpler time. Of a time of innocence. A time before the world ended.

Omar: Omar smiled as he wandered up to Y/N. They were mesmerized by something on the table. A book of some kind. “Hey,” he said, sliding up beside them. Y/.N turned and grinned, sliding the large book between the two of them. “Check it out. These are my baby pictures,” they chuckled as they flipped the page. The next two pages were a slew of photos of Y/N in the kitchen, attempting to bake with their mother. The photos got progressively messier, flour scattering every inch of Y/N and the kitchen. Omar smiled, holding the pages to keep Y/N from turning just yet. “This is so cute. You were practically a professional chef.” Y/N chuckled. “I look it, don’t I?” They spent the rest of their afternoon flipping through memories, chuckling and sharing backstories.

Brody: Brody peeked over Y/N’s shoulder, watching them flip through an old photo album that had been hiding in one of the back storerooms. She grinned, touching Y/N’s shoulder gently. “Hey, what’s this one?” She said, hoping to get Y/N to stop madly flipping past the ‘embarrassing pages’. Brody’s finger landed on a picture of them in their backyard, sitting on the ground, sticking their whole head into a bucket in their small, plastic sandbox. “Why are you rushing past these? They’re adorable.” “They’re embarrassing.” Y/N said with a weak chuckle. “I look so silly,” “You’re a kid,” Brody contested with a chuckle. Her cheeks were pink from being allowed to see such precious moments from Y/N’s life. “That’s the best time to be silly.” They locked eyes and smiled, the sudden embarrassment Y/N felt, washing away.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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skz-jae-lynn · 10 months

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RE-UPLOAD! STRAY KIDS EXTRA MEMBER AU / JAE-LYNN

pronouns: she/her (but chill with she/they too)

birth name: jae-lynn reyes-wang

legal name: jae-lynn king

korean name: ji-ae (지애)

stage name: jae-lynn / jae

nickname: jae, lynnie, jade, jae-jae, jae-lynn hyung, the american girl doll, the queen (rap persona)

birthday: may 1st, 1999

zodiac: taurus(sun) scorpio (moon) pisces (rising), year of the rabbit

birthplace: east elmhurst, queens, NYC

nationality: american

ethnicity: korean and russian (dad's side), filipino (mom's side)

languages: (fluent) english, korean, spanish, filipino, (learning) japanese & chinese

height: 5'2" / 157.48 cm

group position: main dancer, lead vocalist (vocalracha), songwriter, sub-rapper and visual

instruments: piano, guitar (electric and acoustic), bass guitar, orchestral bass, and learning drums

skzoo character: jade the purple raccoon 🦝

──────── ❝ skills ❞ ────────

rapping: ●●●○○

dancing: ●●●●●

singing: ●●●●○

producing: ●●●○○

song writing: ●●●○○

acting: ●●●●○

──────── ❝ traits ❞ ────────

positive: honest, hard-working (driven), “street smart”, confident when she wants to be, trustworthy, creative, supportive

negative: loner / introvert, blunt (doesn’t ‘beat around the bush’), impulsive, no filter, can be very lazy, idealistic, stubborn

personality type: INFP-T

face claim: Beatrice Kristi Ilejay Laus (beabadoobee) [I will also be using a variety of pics from an assortment of ig users]

body claim: hannah kim (hannahkae27 (IG))

voice claim: jini, devita, sabrina carpenter

dancing style: Bailey Sok, Jade Chynoweth, Briar Nolet, Autumn Miller

──────── ❝ family ❞ ────────

father - james wang (1979) [deceased]

mother - elessia reyes-torres (1982)

(c. ‘19) step father - richard torres (1980)

older brother - aleksandr "aleks" reyes-wang (1995)

older adopted sister - faith reyes-wang (1998)

little brother - ezra reyes-wang (2002)

baby half-sister - andrea “andie” reyes-torres (2020)

─────── ❝ fun facts ❞ ───────

Born in East Elmhurst, Queens, NY to Elessia and James King in 1999.

Since 2019, her mom has been remarried.

As of 2021, Jae has 4 siblings: Aleks, Faith, Ezra, and Andrea.

Her dad died when she was 9 years old (as stated in Jae’s vlive, he was a cop and got killed on the job)

She began to dance at age 2 (ballet and jazz) and as she got older she took on more styles of dance - her favorites being contemporary and hip-hop.

Her and her older sister (Faith) were in the same dance classes for most of their lives.

She attended PS 329Q East Elmhurst Community School (K-5) and Louis Armstrong Middle School (6th grade)

She moved to Korea at age 12 after getting scouted at her school’s dance competition and completing several at-home auditions.

She lived with her grandmother in Gwangjin-gu when she starting training at JYP Entertainment.

She completed middle school at Shingu Middle School and then transferred to Cheongdam High School to finish out her schooling.

She struggled greatly with her Korean when she first moved into the country.

Her hobbies are: playing video games, watching horror movies, listening to/ playing music, doing makeup, and skateboarding.

She has a Minecraft server (that she runs with her younger brother) where she plays with Stay almost every weekend

She is obsessed with drag race shows (especially Dragula)

She also watches a lot of youtube, mostly Trixie Mattel and Katya, spooky content youtubers (Loey Lane!!!), and gamers :P

She learned how to play the piano from her grandfather and she taught herself how to play the guitar and bass guitar.

She loves snow and enjoys the colder seasons more than the warmer ones.

When she first started training under JYP, her main focus was dance, but she naturally became a rapper.

As time went on, she transformed into a vocalist to fit into Stray Kids.

She was a trainee at JYP Entertainment for 6 years before debut with skz.

She was supposed to debut with Twice in 2015.

Since 2018 she has been in a groupchat called 'ghoulfriends’ that includes idols: Son Chaeyoung (Twice), Rosé Park (BlackPink), Jeon Somi (soloist), Kim Yeri (Red Velvet), Jeon Jiwoo (Kard), Momo Hiari (Twice), Shin Ryunjin (Itzy), and Alexa Schneiderman (soloist)

She was a co-host of Dive Studios’ show 'How Did I Get Here’ with Jae Park and AleXa (late 2020 - June 2021).

She is now a co-host to an all new series under Dive Studios, 'That's Like, Really Crazy', where the co-host that works alongside her changes per-week (the show mostly focuses on foreign members of kpop groups / the idol world, and covers korean/world media news in the form of each week being a new trending topic).

Her rapper persona used to be 'The Queen’, but now she only references the name in present-day work. Now she just goes by Jae-Lynn (/Lynnie) or Jae-Lynn King.

Her role models are Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Prince and Billie Joe Armstrong.

She has two dogs, a golden retriever named Looney and a bulldog named Beaver, that live back in nyc.

She also has one black cat named Brownie.

Currently she has two guinea pigs, Blini and Dulce, and a cat named Naysu.

Her mom co-owns a salon with Jae’s aunt.

She loves spicy food, and has a strong tolerance for it.

She hates aegyo, and refuses to do it.

She has a lot of stuffed animals that she sleeps with, her favorite being a bear her and Bang Chan made at build-a-bear one year (named Roger).

LOVES BUILD-A-BEAR WITH A PASSION

She is a Hufflepuff (Harry Potter house)

Her favorite color is purple.

She has said that if she weren’t in Stray Kids she wouldn’t know what she’d be doing.

She often releases covers or original songs for Stay.

Calls her vlives, ’Jae-Lynn’s weekly date with Stay’ (usually happens every Friday), where she likes to react to new music that had come out during the week and give feedback, and sometimes she practices guitar or dances.

Her, Han and IN shared a dorm room, which she called the 'J³ room’.

In 2020, her and fellow idol, AleXa, moved in with each other into a new apartment, however later in the year, they decided to live separate.

As of 2021, Jae-Lynn now lives alone in an apartment (in the same building as the other skz members).

She has been on 5 survival shows: Sixteen, Unpretty Rapstar 3, Stray Kids, Good Girl, and Kingdom.

She is very close with NCT’s Mark Lee - they have been best friends since they met in 2nd grade.

She has her driver’s license, and drives her grandmother’s old car.

She has 7+ tattoos (& counting) and she also has her nose pierced.

She has said that she doesn’t like to define her sexuality, but if she were to put a label on herself she’d be bisexual.

She collects crystals and incense sticks (has burned sage in the old skz dorm before bc “the vibes are all off”)

She is deathly allergic to strawberries, and is mildly allergic to nutmeg and grass.

Jae-Lynn has several solo mixtape/ep/album releases, and a wide discography (she has around 115 KOMCA credits).

Her motto: “Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great” - Cher

Jae-Lynn’s Type: Jae has said that she thinks all people are beautiful as long as they bring beauty to the world through their actions.

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[post originally from my other page @ignooy-nim. I decided to make a full page for jae-lynn just for shits and giggles, and because I was slowly losing my mind with the amount of drafts I had accumulated on that account LMAO, hope y'all enjoy this, and remember that none of this is supposed to be super serious, and that at the end of the day I AM ot8. this is just meant to be a creative writing project for me on a group I really love, so lets just have fun and create some madness together! - mars]

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ritsukageyamas · 11 months

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since today is pentecost i'm gonna go ahead and post my personal headcanon that i really should've remembered to post yesterday but oh well that william's actual birthday is may 27th, because that was the day pentecost fell on in 1855, the year he was born! see, we know april 1st likely isn't really his birthday, it's just the birthday of the original william whose identity he stole, but we also know that easter fell on april 1st in 1866 (the year the story began) and that william is often compared to christ within the story, so there's a symbolic meaning to it in that william was "reborn" with a new identity on easter just as jesus was resurrected.

so when i decided i wanted to come up with a date to headcanon as william's real birthday, i figured it should be another date with some kind of religious significance and i started thinking about and reading about various christian holy days and religious observances, but none of them felt quite right. i wanted to find something that symbolically fit liam the way easter did, not just any random day. and then later i was listening to dying wish and looking at this translation of the lyrics

and i noticed this verse:

and i thought... wait, the lord of crime, being compared to the holy spirit?? which immediately made me think about pentecost.

for those not familiar with it, pentecost is a christian holiday celebrated by several denominations--i know catholics and lutherans celebrate it, as do i as an episcopalian--and which takes place on the 50th day, or 7th sunday, after easter sunday. it commemorates the descent of the holy spirit upon the apostles, and, very fittingly, is associated with flames and the color red. at my church, the priest dresses herself up in red vestments, the churchgoers are asked to wear red if they can, and the altar is decorated with red cloth and burning candles. art of mary and the disciples with flames over their heads is very common imagery in art depicting pentecost.

and who do we know who's associated with flames and the color red and has been compared to the holy spirit?

i guess there may be a bit of a problem with the fact that, while i'm terrible at math, i believe louis being born on february 6th the next year means their mother would have to get pregnant again, like, immediately and then louis would have to be a preemie? i could push liam's birthday ahead a week by going with may 20th, the day pentecost fell on in 1866, instead, which gives louis a little extra time--but by the time i realized this i was already set on the 27th and i'm willing to stretch logic a bit for the sake of what i think is a cool headcanon! pentecost is a pretty significant day in the church and i feel like it's very symbolically fitting as william's birthday, and i also honestly don't think we're ever going to be told what his actual birthday is in canon, which means i can do whatever i want. so, happy belated birthday to liam, in my mind at least!

#maybe this is a silly headcanon and maybe it doesn't fit perfectly #and i only recently got into the series so i'm sure other people have their own theories #but idk. i like it and a friend of mine said i should post it so here it is #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 7 months

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Perfect Paradise Ch.7 Wō Men Zài Zhè Li, Zài Zhè Li Deng Ni

Summary: We are here waiting for you.

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"Wài sheng nü!" Aunt Fei held out her arms and gave Emma a hug strong enough to rival Grandpa's. "Wài sheng!" She repeated the embrace with Hugo while giving Louis a fist bump. "You've gotten so tall!"

"A yí Fei," Hugo gave a broad grin.

"Thank you for having us on such short notice, Fei." Juleka accepted her own hug.

"You kidding? Buó Buo Wang loves meeting Mèi Xù's family." Fei chuckled good-naturedly. "I swear sometimes he's more grateful about restoring Shīfu's school than I am."

Hugo shifted uncomfortably.

Louis leaned in and asked Emma, "Mèi Xù?"

"She means Papa."

"Oh."

"Awwww," Rose's eyes sparkled as she grasped Fei's hands. "That's so sweet!"

Fei felt her grin widen at Rose's sincerety. "Never change, Rose. Now c'mon, we don't want to leave Buó Buo waiting!"

Emma and Louis' faces were plastered to the window as the Tsurugi car drove itself through Shanghai's streets. Never getting enough of the city their Grandma grew up in.

The cityscape blurred past Hugo's eyes. He forgot Papa gave Aunt Fei the money she needed to rebuild her dad's school as a "birthday present".

It took some convincing. Aunt Fei was as stubborn as Maman when she wanted to be. But if Hugo was remembering this right, she agreed to train Papa once the school was open.

That's probably why Monarch's involvement with Wu Shīfu's death didn't drive a wedge between her and Hugo's parents... His fists clenched at the thought of how close they were to losing yet more family to this... this... this bullshit.

"I hear Ladydragon has been getting into trouble with the cops," Louis stage whispered to Emma as he spotted street art of the shapeshifting superhero.

"Lòng Nǚshì is a servant of the people," Aunt Fei supplied. "If a law is not just then she sees no reason to uphold it."

Aunt Juleka nodded solemnly. "ACAB."

Aunt Fei grinned.

They pulled up to the Thousand Delights. Their Grunkle's restaurant closed for the day.

"Buó Buo!" Aunt Fei called. "We're here!"

"Kids!" Grunkle Wang rolled up to them in his wheelchair and stretched out his arms. The chair was decorated so that it looked like it was wearing a chef's uniform too. Rolled up sleeves on the sides and an apron string tied at the back.

Each of them bowed to him in greeting.

"So good to see you," Grunkle Wang smiled. "Shame Marinette could not come."

"Yeah, a real tragedy," Emma muttered under her breath.

"I'm sure she has a thousand things on her plate and is trying to do them all at once, like usual Buó Buo," Aunt Fei answered.

Emma couldn't quite smother her laughter.

"I mean, she's not wrong," Louis observed.

"Maman is really busy!" Hugo defended her with more than a hint of indignation.

"Buó Buo, this is Juleka and Rose. Family of Mèi Xù and Meì Mei's,"

Juleka blushed. "Oh, we're- that is-"

Grunkle Wang reached out and clasped her hand. "An honor to meet family from France. You are very welcome in our home."

Rose eyes shone. "It's great to finally meet you. Marinette always said you were her favorite part about visiting Shanghai. Well, you and Fei."

Juleka laid a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "Thanks, Wang Shīfu. But we already-"

"Nonesense! You are our guests. I insist you stay here."

"Buó Buo, this place isn't as big as it used to be," Fei reasoned.

Juleka started to nod.

"Which is why they'll be staying at my school."

"Exact-" Juleka did a double take.

Wang Shifu grinned. "Yes. That way they are still under the family's roof, no?"

"Well..." Juleka trailed off.

"We'd love to stay with you!" Rose beamed.

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Hugo glanced through the photos of his family on the walls of his room. It was... smaller than he was used to. And his family looked so big. He wasn't sure how they managed to fit everyone into such a space.

Still, they looked happy. Hugo wished he could've met his great grandparents. His hand hovered over a photo of what he thought was Grandma Sabine standing next to them. Hard to tell with her looking younger than he was.

Odd. The soft pressure at his chest for a time he never knew.

Hugo shook his head of the feeling as he made his way downstairs.

"-this is wise, Renren."

"I promised Mèi Xù."

Hugo blinked. "Aunt Fei?"

"Placing yourself between an unbalanced Yin-Yang could have grave consequences."

"Then it's a good thing this is something they both agree on."

"... Your sense of duty is commendable, Renren."

Hugo walked closer. His Mandarin was rusty and the voices were muffled but that sounded like...

"I know you're just looking out for me like you always do, Mei Shi. But they're family. I can't just tell them 'no'."

Aunt Fei jumped as she saw him standing outside her door. "Hugo!"

"Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you, A yí Fei. Do we have guests?"

"What? Oh, no. I was just talking on the phone with a friend. Let's head downstairs and see if Buó Buo needs help in the kitchen. If I know him he's gone all out again."

Aunt Fei placed an arm over Hugo's shoulders as they passed Grunkle Wang's elevator. The prospect of helping in his Grunkle's famous cooking almost enough to distract Hugo from what he'd overheard.

Almost.

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Louis breathed in the smells of a five star chef's cooking and tried to keep his mouth from watering.

Rose wasn't trying at all as she stared at the first course. "Ooh! Marinette soup!"

Emma narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the creamy purple bowl.

Hugo rolled his eyes from across the table and picked up his spoon.

Grunkle Wang grinned as Aunt Juleka and Aunt Rose started scarfing down the Marinette soup as politely as possible.

"Mmmm!" Aunt Rose mumbled, mouth too full for words.

"This is amazing," Aunt Juleka praised before following her girlfriend's example.

Emma's eyes went wide as she had her first mouthful. Her second quickly following.

Hugo smirked as he blew on his spoon to cool it down.

Louis savored the warmth of it's flavor. He usually didn't like creamy soups but the texture of this one was just right.

"There's a reason it's stayed on the menu all these years," Aunt Fei grinned as she swallowed. "It's very popular with the clientele." Her smile lessened. "Or at least it was..."

Grunkle Wang waved this away as he rolled up to his plate. "It will blow over once the newest scandal comes along. Then they will not find my soup suddenly 'disagreeable'."

The salty flavor was suddenly bitter in Louis' mouth. From the way Hugo's spoon stopped halfway he felt it too.

Emma looked down at her empty bowl. "Is it because...?"

"No," Grunkle Wang shook his head. "Enough of that. It's time for the second course!"

Aunt Fei stood up. "Buó Buo, let me."

"I can do it," he tried to wave her off.

"Buó Buo you did most of the cooking. Let me."

Grunkle Wang chuckled as he adjusted his position. "So I did."

Louis wasn't easily distracted from the thought of his parents' divorce hurting his Grunkle's restaurant. But the food did it's best. There weren't even any carrots in the stir fry.

He couldn't eat cooked carrots. And no white rice either. Which he recalled was something Aunt Rose was supposed to avoid.

There was brown rice though. Which Louis noticed Hugo trying to drown in sauce.

Hugo's eyes briefly met his gaze before flitting away. So he hadn't forgotten either.

The adults talked about how their jobs were going or asked his siblings how school was. All while Louis separated his food and separated his thoughts.

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Emma left her contacts in their case and took out her glasses.

Ugh, she was definitely leaning towards glasses. Emma hadn't slept well. A fact she blamed on the jetlag.

Absolutely nothing to do with her parents being so ridiculously famous that their relationship status put family business in jeopardy. Nope. Not at all.

...

Of course if it came down to it Papa would just-

Emma slapped her cheeks to wake herself up and derail that particular train of thought. She really needed to stop trying to solve everything with money.

The comb ran down her hair to smooth it out before she tied it into her ponytail.

Money did solve a lot of things though. Like getting the elevator installed or finding a wheelchair model that Grunkle Wang could maintain without relying on Aunt Fei. Reconfiguring the kitchen-

Emma stood abruptly and, making sure she was presentable, marched towards the door.

Money doesn't solve friendship problems though.

Her brothers and Aunts were waiting for her downstairs.

And it definitely didn't solve family problems no matter how much she wished it did.

"Alright!" Aunt Fei grinned. "First stop: breakfast."

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Emma greedily finished her jianbing as they walked up to the Shanghai Museum... "Wait. Who-"

Hugo's big eyes and stupid grin was her answer.

She hid the fond smile that threatened to peak out behind what was left of her breakfast. Trying not to roll her eyes. No, really.

"Keep close. This place is fu- freaking huge," Aunt Fei stated.

Emma did roll her eyes at that. Only for her to stare up at the massive crisscrossing stairs connecting the museum's levels. Families and other tourists milling inside.

Aunt Fei led them to the Gallery of Ancient Chinese Paintings.

Hugo's eyes still trying to bug out of his head.

Louis was trying to avoid touching anyone. Thankfully it wasn't that crowded.

"This is a recent addition. I thought all of you might appreciate it. Being from Paris and all," Aunt Fei said that last part like she was about to let them in on a joke.

Hugo muttered appreciatively to himself as he gazed at the paintings. No doubt able to tell what dynasty they were from. Nerd.

"...and this one is..." Hugo jerked.

Oh, his eyes can get bigger!

"Hēi Māo!"

Emma blinked before actually looking at the painting that had Hugo enthralled.

It was a man wielding a long staff. His black robes tied around his waist with the sash trailing behind him like a tail. His short hair denoting his criminalized status. A cat-like mask atop his head.

Hēi Māo. The Black Cat.

"Piáo Chóng!" Hugo exclaimed again.

The woman was similarly dressed to her partner except with less armor and more spots. Her hair denoting that she was at least well off.

The Ladybug's yo-yo twirling around Piáo Chóng.

"I thought the Miraculous wielder's were more well hidden?" Aunt Rose asked.

"These paintings are ancient. Far older than anything found in Europe that relates to the Miraculous," Aunt Fei explained. "Even so they were donated to the museum by an old family. I doubt the painter, or painters, ever meant for their work to be observed by the common people."

Emma stared at these ancient predecessors to the heroes of her city. Feeling strangely connected to the legacy of the Miraculous. Even though it was Hugo who was rattling off their names and what villains they had fought.

Aunt Rose nudged Aunt Juleka and pointed to a painting of Purple Tigress' predecessor. Aunt Juleka blushing for some reason.

"You certainly know more about the Miraculous lore than I do, wài sheng," Aunt Fei praised.

Hugo beamed. "Yeah, Papa taught me everything... I know." His face fell a little as he stared at the image of Húdié, the Butterfly. "Papa didn't know much so he taught himself so he could teach me."

Emma remembed that. It was one of the few fights her parents had before the big one. She couldn't say why.

Aunt Fei froze as she moved to put a hand on Hugo's shoulder. Head tilting up as though she was listening to someone.

"In broad daylight?" she muttered.

Louis looked up at her in confusion. "A yí?"

"Sorry!" Aunt Fei snapped to attention. "I have to take care of something real quick! Be right back!" She gestured to Aunt Rose and Juleka to watch them as she practically sprinted down the stairs.

Emma blinked. Aunt Fei's sudden departure reminding her uncannily of the times her parents would vanish due to 'something important'. "Must be a grown up thing," she muttered. Yes, absolutely nothing suspicious about that.

Louis was talking quietly to Hugo so Emma decided not to interrupt that. Aunt Rose and Juleka were keeping one eye on her brothers and another on the paintings.

Emma turned and- Blond hair in a green suit turned a corner on the other side of the museum. "Papa?"

He definitely looked like her Papa. And it was only the gallery right across from them. She had her phone with her... "Going to the restroom. Be right back!"

Her Aunts nodded to show they heard.

It could not be Papa, Emma thought as she went down and up the stairs to arrive at the same level. But y'know, opposite. In which case it would be slightly less embarrassing without an audience.

Emma turned a corner and to her surprise there he was. "Papa!"

Papa grinned and held out his arms for a hug. Which Emma accepted. Weird, he was wearing cologne.

"Hey there, Em!"

"What're you doing here? I thought you needed to stay in Paris for paperwork reasons?"

"True, but I couldn't just leave my darling daughter like that now could I?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Papa!"

Papa grinned as he moved away from her play shove.

He felt lighter too. Not a lot. But enough that it seemed like the suit was hiding some weight loss. Was Papa eating enough?

"Oh!" He snapped his fingers. "Before I forget, I wanted to ask you. Have you seen my brooch?"

Emma's brow furrowed. O...kay? "A brooch?" Papa wore plenty of rings and sometimes earrings but she didn't remember him ever having a brooch.

He rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah I seem to have forgotten where I put it. It's silver. Shaped like a fan or a fancy flower." He stepped closer with a friendly smile. "You haven't seen it?"

Emma suddenly felt the chill of the museum air against her back. "Felix?"

Felix's charming smile melted into something sharper as he glanced at the other patrons. "I just want what your father stole from me."

Emma backed away from him and closer to the open space of the foyer. "I don't know-"

Felix's hand snaked out and clasped itself around her wrist. "Think! Adrien isn't that good at hiding things!"

"You're hurting me!" Emma cried out. The bones of her arm felt like they were sliding together with the force of his grip. Which didn't budge no matter how much she pulled at it.

"Just tell me-"

A flash of pink and Felix was sent hurtling across the gallery floor. Thankfully missing the exhibits. Patrons screaming in shock and fear.

Emma stumbled back as Pigella stood between her and the impersonator.

"Alright, fuck-face!" Pigella cracked her knuckles. Despite her short stature she radiated Fnd Out energy. "You got two choices. I beat your ass senseless and call Pagasus to dump you into a nice cozy French prison cell. Or you get the hell out of Shanghai."

Felix sneered condescendingly at her. No easy thing to pull off with him holding a black eye.

In answer he pulled something out of his coat and smashed it on the floor. Smoke billowing out of it. Eliciting another round of panicked screams.

"Remain calm!" Pigella held her arm over Emma as though worried Felix might try for her again.

But when the smoke cleared Felix was gone.

"Stupid supervillains and their fucking smoke bombs," Pigella muttered.

"Emma!" Aunt Juleka was on her in a flash. Looking over her for injuries.

She could see Hugo and Louis hovering worriedly behind her.

"Are you ok?"

"I- I- I-"

Breathe Emma.

Breathe.

Emma took a shakey breath.

"I'm... o-okay."

Aunt Juleka hugged her close. Emma burying her tears in purple and black.

#Perfect Paradise #ml au #ml fanfic #emma dupain cheng #hugo dupain cheng #louis dupain cheng #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #fei wu #felix graham de vanily #ml #miraculous ladybug

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sebstan2020 · 1 year

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She Works For The Devil

Chapter 4

Kaylee Holmes, timid and sweet is studying accounting at NYU. To everyone around her, her life is simple, working towards her degree and living a perfect life in the city of New York. But what they don’t know is the dark secret she carries. Working for one of the most powerful men in New York, secretly involved in the Mafia underworld and forced to serve the man himself is not something you tell everyone when you first meet them. However, her life soon changes when she meets young and friendly Peter Parker, just transferred to NYU, and wonders what her life would be like if she could live it out like she tells everyone.

Warnings: Manipulation, Dominant male figures, Slavery, BDSM, Dominance, Submission, Mental abuse, Sexual themes, Dark Bucky Barnes, Possessiveness, Jealousy,

“Alright that’s us for today class I will see you all Friday” Professor Martin waved to the class as he began to wipe the whiteboard clear of his barely readable handwriting. An eruption of students standing and shoving their books and laptops back in the bags and hurrying down the stairs of the lecture hall followed shortly, and Kaylee joined them, placing her notebook and laptop in her Longchamp bag. It fitted everything and more. It was a gift from Bucky for her birthday. She could never afford a bag like this on her own and with all the money Bucky made, he’d often splurge some of it for Kaylee. Kaylee didn’t care too much for designer brands and clothes, but it was nice to own a few luxury items. With the bag came a Chanel perfume, a tiffany bracelet, and a louis Vuitton purse. It was quite overwhelming, but she was grateful, nonetheless.

Bucky was a man of wealth and he liked to show it off, not only on himself but his gang members and his girl. They all dressed in Dior and Prada suits, gold and silver watches, the most expensive cologne, and flashy cars. They weren’t the typical thug gang dressed in ski masks, committing robberies, and holding up banks. But their image helped them steer away from cops and other suspecting people that might think they were involved in the dark mafia underworld.

Kaylee stepped down the stairs, making her way out the lecture hall with the other students. Peter was meeting her by the bench, and she felt a hint of excitement inside her. perhaps it was a thrill that she was going to meet a boy, as if she were a giddy schoolgirl going on her first date. Granted this had nothing to do with a date or anything like it but having Bucky be so controlling of who she could and couldn’t see, it sent rebellious sparks through her system, and she couldn’t help the grin on her face as she reached outside. It was a particularly hot day, and the sun warmed her arms as she carried her binder close to her chest.

Kaylee looked up ahead, finding Peter at the agreed meeting place. He shuffled on his feet, looking down to the ground and finally turned to see Kaylee walking, the grin on his face widening as he caught sight of her.

“Hey” he greeted cheerfully as Kaylee arrived.

“Hey, were you waiting long” she asked, dumping her bag down on the floor and slipping herself on the bench. There was no back to it so she crossed one leg under her, setting her binder down carefully and Peter followed.

“Nah, just like a couple of minutes, how was your lecture?” he asked, and Kaylee shrugged.

“I think I’m beginning to lose attention now that I’m so close to finishing. We’re basically just going over the same things now, refreshing our memories for finals” her past few lectures had been so boring and she wished they would just give them this time to revise.

“So, what are you plans for afterwards?” he asked, and Kaylee froze for a minute. She fiddled with a strand of her jean that had come away, picking at the small fibres and threads whilst she thought of an answer. She couldn’t very well say ‘Well I work for the mafia at the moment, and I do their accounting’.

“Um, I think I’ll just look for an accounting job or something, I don’t really know” she brushed it off, her words coming out quickly and her head shaking fast.

“Yeah, there’s probably loads of jobs out there for you, you’ll find one easily, so what made you want to do accounting”. Kaylee laughed a little nervously, brushing some of her bleach blonde hair behind her ear and took a deep breath. Another answer she couldn’t answer truthfully.

“Well, I’ve always been good at numbers, my parents recommended it and it seemed like a good career choice” she made up on the spot.

“Funny because you look more like a science girl” Peter replied, and Kaylee furrowed her brows.

“Really” she was surprised.

“That or an actress, you know the blonde hair, blue eyes, typical girl” he shrugged, and Kaylee giggled.

“What are you saying?” she raised a brow cheekily and Peter shrugged his shoulders, his lips curling downwards.

“Nothing, just you know, typical white girl” he murmured, and Kaylee scoffed, pushing his arm playfully.

“I am not” she squeaked although she probably had to agree.

“You know you look like a young Pamela Anderson” Peter smirked, and Kaylee laughed.

“Stop it right now… well you look like a nerd” she fired back, and Peter held a hand to his chest, as if he was deeply offended.

“I am not a nerd” he defended.

“Fine tell me one thing you do that’s not nerdy” she played.

“I…” Peter pretended to think, and Kaylee giggled again.

Their back-and-forth banter was natural, and Kaylee found herself laughing at his every word. His laugh was higher than most boys, but he still had that masculinity to him. He was very good looking if she had to be honest. His curly hair was that perfect brunette colour with hints of golden undertones in the sun. His smile was bright and warming and his eyes chocolate brown. Kaylee caught a whiff of his cologne, fresh and ocean scents.

“Listen, my friend Ned and I are going to have some drinks later, do you want to join?” he asked, and Kaylee was about to accept but she stopped herself quickly.

Bucky.

She said she would drop his laundry off to him later and he’d most likely want her to stay. There’s no way she could tell him she can’t stay because she’s going out for drinks. He’d interrogate her until he knew the whole truth.

“I would but I have plans tonight, and I’m trying to study whenever I can” Peter nodded, although he looked a little disappointed.

“Yeah, that’s okay, I get that, maybe the weekend” he offered, and Kaylee didn’t want to turn around and say she was busy.

“Yeah, I’ll see what I’m doing and let you know” that would tide her over until then. However, weekends were spent with Bucky. It was part of their deal. She’d have the week to study and focus on her schoolwork alongside doing their accounts and other jobs and the weekend she’d spend at the mansion with him. It made Kaylee wonder though when she graduates, would she move back there with him and spend the rest of her life stuck in that mansion or would she still have the ounce of freedom she has now. Only time would tell.

“Yo Peter lets go, we’ll be late for- “a smaller, larger boy walked over with floppy black hair and tanned skin, stopping dead in his tracks as he laid eyes on Kaylee. She looked a little confused to Peter who stood up, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Oh, this is Ned, my friends, Ned this is Kaylee” Peter introduced, and Kaylee stood up, smiling brightly at Ned who stared deadly at her.

“Sup” he nodded, and Peter groaned, shaking his head in embarrassment.

“Hi” she greeted softly.

“Sorry about him he doesn’t talk to many woman” Peter admitted with a huff and Kaylee giggled.

“No, it’s fine”.

“I’ll see you later Kaylee” Peter smiled, and Kaylee gathered her bag and binder.

“Yeah, see you Peter” she smiled and watched as they walked off, Peter hitting Ned in the shoulder.

Kaylee drove back to the city, heading to Yuri’s to pick up the laundry. On her way she couldn’t help thinking about how different Peter and Bucky were. Peter was calm, dressed in casual tees and jeans and was nerdy and smart. He was the same age as Kaylee and for one he wasn’t involved in the mafia. Bucky however was the complete opposite. He was dominant, controlling, a smart man as well but a criminal. He was older than Kaylee and he was her boss/master/lover whatever you wanted to call it.

Kaylee hadn’t been with anyone but Bucky, so she didn’t have experience dating guys or having boyfriends. Peter was nothing like Bucky and a part of Kaylee wanted to explore Peter more. he seemed like a caring and nice guy, someone that would treat a girl like a queen. Not that Bucky treated Kaylee horribly, but he liked to be the one in charge of their relationship. He set the rules, he made the decisions, he was the dominant one. Peter was far from being dominant and possessive. Kaylee sighed and shook the thoughts away, heading on to Yuri’s.

She picked up the dry cleaning, thanking Yuri as she left and headed back to her car to drop it off at Bucky's. When she arrived, the heard the TV blasting from the living room and headed straight to his bedroom. She didn’t particularly want to see the other guys, especially Steve who was the most annoying person in this gang. The others she could just about tolerate but he made her reach her wits end and she had to hold back on what she wanted to do to him. She climbed the stairs and padded to the bedroom, the shirts neatly hanging in the plastic bags which rustled as she walked, and knocked lightly on the door, hearing his voice. It sounded like he was on the phone. The door was slightly open, and she pushed it quietly, slipping inside.

Bucky was on the phone, still dressed in his suit from this morning and looking like he hadn’t been interrogating some poor soul. His hair was slightly messy as if he had constantly been running his fingers through it and he wandered back and forth, phone pressed tightly to his ear. He caught sight of Kaylee but didn’t give much attention to her as he continued to talk.

“We’ll meet you at the docks Saturday” it must be to do with the shipment coming in. Kaylee ignored the conversation, walking to the wardrobe and began to hang his shirts up. They smelt fresh and were crisp and clean, as if no blood had been spilled on them at all. Yuri must have some sort of special chemical to get rid of the blood. The shirts looked like they were brand new, had never been worn or even touched.

“Alright, bye” Bucky ended the call, throwing his phone on the bed and swaggering over to Kaylee just as she hung the last shirt, his shoes scuffing on the carpet. He came up behind her, his hands immediately circling her waist and his lips attacking her neck with a kiss. Kaylee was caught off guard, releasing a squeak and then a moan as he pressed a kiss to her sensitive spot on her neck, over her gland and sucked the skin, his teeth grazing.

In a flash, Bucky spun her around, pushing her against the wall beside the door, pinning her there whilst his hands roamed her body, his lips attacking hers in a deep and possessive kiss, as if he hadn’t drunk water for days and was dehydrated. He finally pulled away, his lips still hovering over hers and she looked up from her dark lashes, mouth parted open sucking in air as Bucky looked down at her possessively.

“Is everything okay?” she asked softly. she could tell something might have annoyed him or turned his mood sour and Bucky took a deep breath.

“Everything is fine” he answered bluntly. His hand crept up and cupped her face, his thumb grazing her cheek, the coldness of his ring stinging her as it glided over. Kaylee sucked her bottom lip in, wetting it as it had turned dry, and Bucky curled his lips into a smirk. His hand cupping her cheek slide under her chin, and he gripped her face in his one hand, fingers digging into her cheeks, turning her head to the side where we placed a kiss to her cheek and then stuck his tongue out, licking up her cheek to her ear where he whispered softly, his breath warm and sending a tingle down her body.

“I want you to get undressed and kneel by the bed” Kaylee finally let out a breath, her eyes travelling to the ground and then back up at Bucky as he slowly released his grip on her face, allowing her the freedom to look over. He had that lustful look in his eyes, that possessive dominant persona ready to jump out. Something must have pissed him off today or he was just in a kinky mood because Kaylee knew what would be coming next.

Kaylee did as she was told, slipping out of her t-shirt and jeans, and neatly piling them by one of the dresses whilst she heard rustling in the wardrobe. She knelt naked on the floor, hands flat on her thighs just as he would like and waited patiently, a tingle and knot in her stomach. A slam of a draw nearly had her jumping but she stayed in position, eyes slightly wide and mouth open, short breaths inhaling and exhaling as she waited.

Bucky soon emerged from the wardrobe, carrying a set of leather cuffs dangling from two fingers with two long pieces of rope and in the other hand a whip. Long with a leather handle and at the end a small flappy piece. Kaylee kept her eyes focused on the ground as Bucky threw the whip on the bed behind her and took the cuffs. They were black leather with silver buckles and a small silver ring to be able to tie them to furniture or together with a clip. Bucky crouched in front of Kaylee, holding out the cuff for her wrists which she held up almost immediately as it was presented. Bucky wrapped it around, the leather fitting snugly on her wrist and wasn’t too tight. The other was fitted and she felt another tingle run through her body.

Bucky took a deep breath, snatching the whip from the bed and padded over to one of the chairs in the corner, slumping down on it and looking with dark eyes at Kaylee.

“Come here” he ordered softly, nodding his head to her and Kaylee took a breath before placing her hands on the carpet and began to crawl towards him. this is what he wanted, she knew it, she had done it many times before. it made him feel more powerful, in charge, made that smirk grow on those plump pink lips and his dick harden under the tightness of his pants. Kaylee looked up with sexy eyes under her lashes as she crawled closer, seeing him smirk more.

She finally reached Bucky, waiting for further instructions and Bucky leant forwards so he was sat upright, staring down at Kaylee. Without a word, he pressed the end of the whip to the tail of his shoe, patting it lightly and Kaylee knew exactly what he was asking for. She turned sideways on, leaning over his shoe and pressed her face down, her lips pressing to the strong expensive leather covering his foot. Her lips pressed a kiss to the tip of the shoe, the strong scent filling her nose and her cheeks turning a shade of red. Worshipping, that’s what he wanted, to be worshipped as if he was a god. A tingle went through Bucky's body, and he groaned softly, running the whip over her bare back, trailing the leather across her spin, and seeing her flinch as it moved to her ass.

“Tell me who you belong to?” he whispered softly.

“You Sir” she answered and was followed by a swift crack of the whip on her ass, not too harsh for her to scream but enough to make her jump and squirm.

“Good girl” he praised, and Kaylee couldn’t help the tingle move to between her legs, the wetness in her pussy reaching the surface and spilling, her slick sticking to her folds. This was making her wet; the degradation and praise and she couldn’t help moaning into the leather. She pressed another kiss to his shoe, worshipping the Dior leather that seemed to be of a higher status than her right now which was humiliating enough.

Bucky trailed the whip over her back, patting lightly until he smacked it harder on her ass cheek, earning a squeal. Another hit and this time it was on her aching pussy. Kaylee swallowed the hard lump in her throat, focusing on kissing the leather that was slick with her saliva, but the hits of the whip were distracting her.

The whip travelled over her back to her shoulder blades, pushing her strands of hair over her shoulder and falling beside her face, revealing more of her beautiful skin. Bucky slapped the whip there, watching in pleasure as she lurched forward, over his shoe and hissed. That one was a little too harsh. His hand brought her back to position and he snapped the whip over her ass again, her cheeks turning a shade of blotchy red and heating up. Kaylee breathed over his foot, her hands gripping the carpet for support. Bucky smacked the whip once more, the hardest one so far and Kaylee hissed with an oww.

Bucky grabbed her hair to pull her up, arching her back and he pressed a hard kiss to her parted lips, his tongue sticking its way inside and twirling with hers like on a dance floor, loud kissing noises being the only sound in the room, his fingers digging into the back of her neck for the added bit of control and Kaylee took a deep breath when he pulled away, looking up with hooded eyes. The tingles spread over her legs and to her toes, her feet feeling numb from the mix of pleasure and pain and emotions.

He stood abruptly, taking her hand, and yanking her over to the bed, pushing her down and her body slamming into the mattress. He straddled her waist before she could even move and threaded the rope through the rings of the cuffs. He was quick to tie the rope, threading it through his long fingers and tied the ends to the corners of his bed, spreading them open. He smirked as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips quickly and leaving her wanting more whilst he threw off his suit. Normally he’d take care to fold it neatly or place it on the chair, but he had no patience for it today. He needed Kaylee right now and his clothes weren’t going to overcome that.

He climbed on the bed, possessively growling as he pushed Kaylee’s legs up, spreading her open and wide. His fingers teased her spot, rubbing her wetness over her pussy and touching that little sensitive clit of hers, sending shocks to her core. Kaylee gasped as he pressed a thumb into her clit, fingers rubbing small little circles over her aching hole and didn’t take long to enter her, his dick filling her up, spreading her.

Kaylee let out a moan, her head falling into the pillow as Bucky began to fuck her, this time being rougher than he was before. his hands gripped her thighs tightly, so they left dents and red marks, his hips thrusting and balls slapping into her as he roughly fucked her. he was taking his anger and frustration out on her, his pent-up anger and anything else he had in his system that he needed to let go off. She was the only thing he could use to do that. She was his for him to do what he wanted and what he liked. His dick was already hard from watching her worship him, so it didn’t take him long to reach his climax.

Kaylee moaned softly, her head turning into the pillows and head pressed against hr outstretched arm as pleasure overtook her body, her legs tingling, her pussy twitching and ready to release the built-up pleasure, a coldness shivering through her body, toe curling in euphoria. It was angry sex but pleasurable nonetheless and she couldn’t ignore the feelings, the sensations taking over her body. She peeked up at Bucky who had his head back, neck exposed and teeth gritting into his lower lip.

Kaylee moaned loudly at the top of her lungs, sucking in one last breath as she felt her orgasm coming just as Bucky felt his. The two came simultaneously, Bucky filling her up with his seed, Kaylee clenching around his dick, her juices spilling over him and out of her, all sticky and hot. Normally Bucky would have her beg to cum, but he was too eager and impatient to wait. He allowed for it this once Bucky slowed his pace, calming himself down. his hair was a wild mess of strands and sweat dripping down the sides of his face, blue eyes red with lust and lips wet with saliva. Kaylee caught her breath, tilting her head to look up at Bucky as he dragged a hand through his hair, smirking down at her. His hands ran over her body, squeezing every inch of her and he leaned down, cupping her chin once again and kissed her hard.

Kaylee let out a groan into the kiss, slightly caught off guard once again but relaxed. Her hands tugged at the ropes and cuff, fingers slipping through the rope. Bucky released her lips from the kiss, a low smack sounding after, and he grinned in delight.

“Good girl” he breathed.

“You sure everything is okay?” she tried once again and Bucky grinned in delight, staring deep into her beautiful eyes.

“Everything is fine” he whispered and placed one last peck to her lips before pushing himself off her, flicking his hair to the side to get out of his eyes and padded over to the shower, turning it on. Kaylee sighed and let her head drop to the pillow, exhaustion taking over her body. She hoped he wasn’t going to leave her tied like this to the bed. But right now, she was too tired to even speak or attempt to get out the cuffs. So instead, she laid there, closing her eyes as she listened to the shower run.

Chapter 5

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Okay so, I've been on Tumblr for a long time now and I love to write. I have *so* many things in my head I want to talk about. But what I really want to talk about are my OCs. This beautiful man is named Louis Belmont and I love him so freaking much.

I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty City full of sufferin' take me to the promised land Visits a chapel and these words, your religion Raise your cup for that holy grail that you're sippin' Free up your mind, I know that it can be a prison We ain't got much time, you better spend what you were given

Quotes

“What? You going to cry? Go ahead, make my day.”

“God damn it! It’s boring as hell! Where’s the fun?”

“Hey! Where’s my alcohol?!”

“Any good food here?”

“There’s a fight? Where? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“You want mercy? Ha! You came at me first. There will be no mercy from me.”

“…is that chocolate? Wanna share?? :3”

Basics

Name: Louis Belmont

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual but leans more towards men

Gender: Male

Eyes: They are a golden color but what is interesting is that his eyes look like they have tiny flames in them. It's like a tiny furnace is in his eyes.

Height: 5'9

Body Type: more on the athletic side. He’s not super muscular, more on the lean side. He relies more on speed than anything, overpowering his foes with his speed and some strength.

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Race: African American/ German

Species: Mink

Sub-species: Wolf Mink

Birthday: July 23rd 1450 B.C.

Zodiac sign: Leo 🦁

Favorite Colors: Yellow (pastel yellow), Gold and red.

Hair color: Auburn (dark red)

Hair length: Stops at his mid back. He also keeps it in braids like his sister, mostly to get it out of the way, but to show off the hair beads he has.

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Piercings: he has quite a few. Mostly on his ears and tongue. He also has nipple piercings as well. His mother didn’t want him to get any piercings but…he never listened and didn’t care. It’s his body anyway. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his mother and will listen to her…but he just really loves piercings and wanted to get a few.

Scars: Louis has a lot of scars on his body. Some from fights and others from just being clumsy. He has a jagged scar across his throat from when he almost got his throat ripped out from a wolf (which is ironic), a scar over his right eye when he was fighting a bandit, a massive one going diagonal across his chest from a monster attack.

Species: He is a Wolf Mink (A Humanoid race that can look like animals or humans with animal qualities)

Voice Claim: https://youtu.be/0F8Qjgmlhkc

Theme song: Raging on a Sunday by Alexander DeLeon

Wardrobe: If Louis could, he would walk around naked. So, his wardrobe isn't that fashionable. He wears loose fitting clothing since he hates the feeling of clothes on his skin.

🔥Louis Belmont ⚔️

What is he like?: Louis is a hyperactive man who likes to be petty and piss people off. He’s nice, in his own way, and can be an asshole and a pest at times, but he means well. (Sometimes) he’s a very smart man under all that pettiness and people think he’s dumb which he uses to his advantage. He’s loud, obnoxious and snarky. He is very flirty and will flirt with anyone, but mostly men which is dangerous given that homosexuality is frowned upon, but he could care less. Louis does have a soft side for children and people are shocked when they see this soft, gentler side of Louis. They don’t expect that of a man like him. He *is* basically a giant man child. He is a hopeless romantic and will love his partner(s) to death. Spoiling them with kisses, cuddles and other things but also showering them with gifts.

Like I said before, he is a *very* hyperactive man. He cannot sit still for the life of him and has to be doing something. Either cleaning his weapons or fiddling with something, sometimes tinkering and fixing things. Other times breaking them to see how they work. He loves to talk to those who will listen and won’t shut up. But he has a serious side and will take things seriously when need be. He doesn’t really like to show weakness and would rather hide his wounds or hide how hurt he is so others don’t worry for him. He is a strong willed and independent man but at the end of the day, he’d rather cuddle and sleep with his partner(s) like any human would.

Likes:

🗡️-cleaning his weapons (he loves taking care of his weapons. He’s always wiping them down and checking for nicks to fix. Plus, having a full blade is not good in battle.)

⚔️-finding new weapons to collect (this man loves collecting new weapons, either to use or just to have. Usually he likes to test out the weapons before adding them to his collection. He has many weapons from around the world that he is proud to show off to people who ask.)

🏃‍♀️-exercising( which includes, running, push ups, climbing. He has so much energy, like *so* much. He loves to run and climb. It his favorite thing to do. Plus, he can chase after a monster or a bounty easily for a couple of miles. He doesn’t tire easily.

🍺-alcohol ( he loves to drink alcohol. No matter what it is, he’s trying it. He’s tried some fancy wine from France and loves the sweeter wine. He’s even tried the cheese platters with the wine and he’s addicted to them)

🤜💫-fighting and sparring (Doesn’t matter if it’s with monsters or humans, he *loves* to fight. It’s in his blood. If he’s not fighting then he’s sparring with his older sisters.)

🍩🍰-sweets(doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it’s super sweet. If there’s one thing he loves more than weapons and monster hunting…okay that’s two, but he absolutely loves sweets. Especially cookies or straight up blocks of honey.)

👹🗡️-monster hunting and learning about new species (he was taught at a young age about monsters and the different species there are in the world. Of course it’s a big world so people believe that monsters aren’t real. But they’d be wrong. Monsters are indeed real and he has been taught how to kill them. He loves learning about new species and soaks up information like a sponge.)

🥰-his mom (he will not hesitate to say his favorite person in the world is his mother. He loves this woman to death because she’s been there for him every step of the way. She taught him so many things. And while it’s a woman’s job to do sewing, cleaning and cooking, Louis wanted to learn everything. So, he knows how to cook and sew properly as well as clean. He’s not ashamed to know these things because it keeps him alive on his missions. She also taught him to read and write.)

😴-taking naps(he loves naps. It’s something he loves to do when he can. It also is a way to keep him quiet for a few hours.)

🐕😺-animals (he loves animals. No matter what animal, he seems to have a way with them. He can’t really communicate with animals, not really anyway. He can’t really *talk* to them, but he can sense what they’re feeling. Like wolves for instance, he is more wolf-like than anything and it’s easier for him to “communicate” with wolves than any other animal. It could be because of the magic he was born with)

🩷-cuddling(he’s a very touchy person, so, any type of touch he loves. It can be sexual or not. Just holding hands or kissing or just sleeping with someone in a pile is the best feeling in the world to him.)

👶-children(he wants a big family of his own some day)

🌲☀️-summer(he loves the heat and sometimes even sleeps in sunny spots. He loves the smell of summer and the sounds of the bugs that come out. Cicadas are his favorite noise on top of grasshoppers. He loves that he can swim in lakes and not freeze his ass off or just be lazy around the estate when he’s not on a mission)

Dislikes:

😝-bitter things(it tastes horrible to him. Ginger and cranberries are the *worst* to him. He is *super* allergic to them. His throat will swell up and he will start to break out in hives and start itching. He knows the taste of them because he tried them without knowing. Never again.)

🤜💫-people messing with his loved ones (he becomes super protective and a little possessive over his loved ones. If it’s a sibling, super protective. If it’s a lover he becomes both.)

🥶- the cold(he *hates* winter with a passion. The snow is beautiful, he won’t deny that. But at the end of the day, he hates how the cold makes him feel. Sure, he has his fire to keep him warm but it can only do so much)

🗣️-people talking down to him or people ordering him around(now, he knows that if he’s on a mission or a team, he’ll have to deal with it. But if it’s not the team captain or someone he is with, he *hates* being bossed around.)

🕷️- spiders(he hates those spawns of the Devil, he accidentally sat on a nest of spiders and had millions of spiders crawling all over him. To this day he will have someone else kill a spider for him or he’ll freeze in place.)

🌿-vinegar and Eucalyptus(he hates the smell of vinegar, it’s super strong and disgusting to him. Eucalyptus is equally disgusting to him because the smell can make him feel sick.)

🥺-being alone (while he is independent, he absolutely hates being alone. Sometimes he’ll go on missions where he is alone for months on end, but it’s not like he enjoys it. He’s a people person and once he finds his loved one, he’s staying by them until they get tired of him.)

His magic and fighting style

What is the magic the Belmont's are born with? Well, it depends on the person. Many of the Belmont's are born with different magic. You know what they have by their eyes.

Gold/red/aqua- Fire. If the fire is an aqua, then it is a very hot fire. It’s hotter than the red or golden fire.

Deep blue/pale blue-water and ice

Deep green- nature

Brown- Earth

Neon green/pale green- poison

Purple- healing

The Belmont's can be born with one magic type or two. Usually you can tell what they have by their eyes. Same eye color is one magic, two different colors are two different magic.

Louis was born with fire magic and he loves it. He doesn’t do well in cold conditions because while he can keep himself warm, it can tire him out if he tries to keep his body temperature up for long periods of time. He does have a lot of stamina but if he’s trying to stay warm for 5 hours to keep his body temperature up would either get him very sick or he would die.

Louis can create fire balls, light his weapons on fire or make the blades incredibly hot. He can melt through some metals, plastic and can burn wood. He can’t melt through anything, he would have to have hotter flames for that.

He can create fire sprites which are little balls of magic that are warm to the touch but when he snaps his fingers, they can explode. He also can make flames float in or on his hand. Or follow him around. That’s why he rarely ever brings torches with him.

He can create flames that aren’t harmful to others. Which means if he creates a fire and someone were to fall or step in it, it would feel warm to the touch. Now, if he were to create fire by using a fire starter, that fire would hurt others. Louis is immune to fire damage, yet it can still *hurt* him. He’s not completely safe from it. He’s safe from his fire though, but outside sources he’s not.

When he does use his powers or when he becomes angry, his eyes glow brighter until it looks like his eyes themselves are small flames. His eyes can flash a very deep orange to gold when he becomes angry or irritated. Louis can regulate his body temperature and keep others warm or himself warm. That’s why he loves the heat so much and sleeps in the sun. He can feel hot to the touch if he sleeps in the sun and people can become worried, but he’s perfectly fine.

Louis is weak to extreme cold weather and water. If he gets too cold, it takes him a little bit to get himself warm or create a fire. He can blow fire in his hands to get warmed up. Sort of like starting a furnace that’s close to going out.

Fighting style: Louis is a close ranged fighter, preferring to be up close and personal with his opponent. Of course he knows to back up and get on the defensive if it’s an enemy that needs to be taken down from afar then rush in when they are down. If he doesn’t have his sword, he is really good at hand to hand combat. Using his strength and speed to overwhelm his opponent. He can use quick and light attacks or heavy and slow attacks. Usually he likes using quick and heavy attacks to overthrow his opponent. Using upper cuts and blows to the stomach. He is very agile and flexible. He can flip and bounce around, sometimes even bending in odd ways to get his opponent.

Weapon(s): he has a sword he calls Ra which he straps to his hip. The blade is made from rare metals that had come from a fallen meteor. It’s a normal sword to anyone else, but when Louis holds it, it becomes more dangerous than anything else. He can set the blade on fire by running two fingers across it or heating the blade to the point it glows.

Louis is the third son of the Belmont family. They are a family of bounty hunters, monster hunters, doctors, adventurers, collectors and alchemists. They also sometimes work for the church to get rid of monsters that are too close to major cities or towns. They take jobs from families who have money and those who don’t. They are a very old family, have been around for many *many* generations and so they are a very rich noble family. Some of the Belmont's are well known around the world, some as great adventures and others as amazing and smart doctors.

The Belmont's are a family who are born with magic and different colored eyes depending on their magic. Their magic makes them more animalistic than others. There is magic in the world, but with the Belmont's it’s different. They are faster, stronger, and have a sensitive sense of smell, hearing and taste. They can sometimes lose themselves in battle, snarling, growling and sometimes even purring. Their teeth are far sharper than others. Some say it’s a curse that was placed on the Belmont's. Others say that’s just how the Belmont's were born. Sometimes out of battle they can be just as animalistic, protecting those close to them.

People think of them as demons from hell or just cursed beings. But the Belmont's are amazing allies to keep but terrifying enemies to make which is why the church hasn't really done anything about them. The church may have power and influence, but they can’t compare to the Belmont's magical and fighting abilities. Louis is one of the well known monster hunters, he does do bounties but usually if it gets his interest. He travels all over the world to find monsters who people have seen or if there are rumors of said monsters.

I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty I should be at church but I'm raging on a I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday

This character was heavily inspired by Castlevania. The Netflix show. All the pictures and gifs are from tumblr. And I made my character from Picrew by the artist naylissah.

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londonfoginacup · 2 years

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✨Emmu's Birthday Author Recs✨ Anitra you have the most contagious excitement of anyone I've ever met. Never lose it. Your fics are inspirational and each one I treasure more than any bound book I've read. Three wonderful fics from:

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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Hello, Frank! Could you please write me some Interview With The Vampire fanfiction about Louis, Lestat, Daniel, and Armand?

The Vampire Chronicles, by Anne Rice

1. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Two

It is Lestat's twenty-sixth birthday and he is very bored in a way which does not fit at all well with the present situation.

"Don't worry about it," Louis, sitting nearby, said. "You've got plenty of time. Don't you want to see Lestat on his twenty-sixth birthday?"

Lestat turned to look at him with a blank expression.

"Yeah," Louis answered after a moment. "You do."

"Of course I do," Lestat said. "I'll be a vampire."

"You think there'll be girls?" Louis asked. "They'll be the ones all over your face, right?"

"Right," said Lestat. "And I can go up to the roof and yell at the world about how it's all awful and stupid and everyone will come running to me because, just remember, Lestat, I can do that, because I can do anything."

"Yeah," said Louis. "Except talk to girls. But we can talk to girls some other time. In fact, maybe I will do that now."

2. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Three

One night Lestat awoke suddenly from a nightmare and lay on his side in the darkness. He thought of the girl he wanted to be with again, and what he would have to do to win her.

3. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Five

After the night at the cemetery, Lestat spent hours staring into space, thinking. I must learn control, he thought. I have to learn control.

4. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Three

On that night there was something different about the way Lestat felt toward Armand. Armand seemed to be able to do anything he wanted to do, just as Lestat could do anything he wanted to do; when it came to Armand, his power made him feel small and helpless and alone.

5. Interview with a Vampire, Chapter Six

After his transformation, Lestat wandered aimlessly through the dark, alone.

"Where are you, dear?" he heard Armand call.

"Don't come near me," he answered.

"Come on," Armand said. "I thought we'd go away, like we did once."

"We can't," Lestat said. "We've been changed and you've been changed and we can never go back the same. I can't walk by myself anymore. I can't look through the things I used to want, anymore."

"You still want them," Armand said.

6. Interview with a Vampire, Chapter Seven

Lestat sat by the window of his room and wrote the letter. "It's not enough," he wrote. "If it were, it would be all right. It isn't all right, and it isn't enough."

7. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Nine

It seemed to Lestat that the day of his birthday was going to be a day of a thousand deaths.

8. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Nine

On his twenty-fifth birthday, a day Lestat's own imagination would have called "his day," he sat down in his room and, just for a moment, felt his heart race with love for the woman he would one day love.

"Well?" Armand asked, leaning over him with a candle flame and the smell of oranges.

"I'm a vampire," Lestat said. "You're a vampire. You and I and Daniel are vampires. There aren't supposed to be any other kinds of vampires."

"Not anymore," Armand said. "We're the only vampires."

"No," Lestat said. "People are still vampires."

9. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Eleven

On his twenty-fifth birthday, Lestat looked at Daniel and felt the same kind of love for him that he had felt the moment he woke up that day. "All your friends are vampires," he told Daniel. "All of them."

"All of them," Daniel agreed. "So are you. And so are you."

As Armand would later remember it, that day was the first day in his long existence that Lestat didn't feel like he was making up a vampire as he went along. "All your friends," he whispered, "are vampires."

"It's true," said Armand, "and you're a vampire too."

"I know it," Lestat said.

Armand looked at him strangely, as if he hadn't heard him.

10. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Twelve

"I have to be careful," Lestat told Armand. "But you understand, don't you?"

"What?" Armand asked.

"Everything," Lestat said. "I'll be your friend."

Armand laughed at him.

"Friend?"

"Yes," said Lestat. "If we're going to be friends, it has to be a secret."

"So?" Armand asked. "How secret?"

11. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Thirteen

Lestat said that after he changed he had found that he now always understood the things people said. "I always understood the things people said in the dream," he explained, "until a person said something, and then I didn't understand anymore."

"That was the difference," Armand said.

"Yes. And now that I'm awake, I understand everything in the world."

"Everything?"

"Everything! Everything is clear. I understand what people feel now."

12. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Fifteen

Lestat's first visit to New Orleans took place early in the spring, right after it had finally rained.

13. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Fifteen

"Well," Armand said to Daniel one day in June. "Isn't the summer fun?"

"It's hot," Daniel said, looking up from a book of vampire poetry. "You just drink cold water."

"You're a vampire too," Armand said to Daniel. "You should know that."

"Everyone knows it," Daniel said.

14. Interview With a Vampire, Chapter Fourteen

"You can't be a vampire," Armand said to Lestat one day. "You've got to have blood."

"You think I need blood to be

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