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[f1nalboys]

Gotcha Something - Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x Fem!GN!Reader

something short and sweet! happy valentines day guys! enjoy this thing ive been cooking up for a bit and failed at the execution <3

WORD COUNT: 1513

WARNINGS: nice gift gone sexual fr, bo is a perv but hes OUR perv, photos of reader in sexual situations, brief descriptions of wounds and past abuse from bo, stockholm syndrome is our readers defualt setting now, reader has the same scars as bo, bo calls reader his 'girl' but no genitals are mentioned. some nsfw photos and a hint of recorded sex but nothing actually graphic. slight somno mention in one photo. mostly proofread but hey im just a guy

“Happy Valentine's Day, darlin.” Bo places the package onto your lap, sinking down onto the couch beside you. You glance at him with a cocked eyebrow and he grins, something sinister hidden underneath the charming exterior. “What? You ain’t expect me to getcha something?” He asks, placing a large hand over his heart, tsking at you. “You’re my girl, remember?”

He purrs into your ear, the springs of the couch creaking with his shifting weight. He taps the package with his fingers and sits back, waiting. You pick the gift up carefully, letting out a hum at the weight of it. “You wrapped it in newspaper?” You ask, a hint of teasing in your voice, and he snorts, shrugging. “Did a pretty good job, honestly.”

He watches you with an amused expression as you carefully untape the package, pulling the leatherbound photo album out with an awe-filled gasp. “I do good?” He asks you smugly as you fawn over the barely-decorated cover, fingers brushing over the black sharpie. ‘You and I through pictures’ was written in his familiar scrawl, all capital. “Fixed up that old camera I had, been taking photos. Figured I should put it to use.”

“I love it already.” You say and you mean it, you do. You can’t quite remember the time before him, before Ambrose and the suffocating walls of the garage and his house. Leaning over and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, you look back down at the photobook with a small smile. Flipping it open to the first page you gasp, the smile falling as you stare down at the first photo.

It was a polaroid of you. Taken from behind in the garage, you look at yourself looking at the wall of fan belts, one hand down by your thigh, the other reaching upwards to grab one of them. Whoever had taken this photo, Bo you assume, had been hiding from you, the camera taken at a lower angle, the corner of the counter in the bottom left of the frame. Your eyes drag down to the scrawled message just below the photo. 

“July 17 ‘20. First Time Meeting.” 

“You looked so fuckin’ sexy that day.” Bo whispers, his arm sliding across your shoulder to bring you a little closer to him. You keep looking at the photo. “Knew I had to have you. You remember that?”

You nod your head slightly. “Mostly. It’s hard to remember anything before the garage.” You admit, looking at him. His smile falters, his jaw setting, and you’re quick to continue talking, a flash of panic in your chest. “But I remember meeting you! Your smile, your charm, you know?” You say, forcing a smile, eyes searching his. “I thought you were so cute, I just needed your help to make a move, right?”

“That’s right.” He says, and your shoulders dip as you breathe out in relief. You look back at the photo album, letting your finger trail down your frame in the photo. “Glad you broke when you did,” he purrs into your ear, his hand on your upper arm squeezing tightly for a moment. “That way I got to keep ‘ya. Would’ve been such a waste otherwise.” You hum, agreeing with him. Of course you agreed. Before Bo, you had too many opinions, too many thoughts in your head. He helped you realize your place wasn’t out there in the world, dealing with the headaches of everyday bullshit, it wasn’t here by Bo’s side, helping him get through the day and letting him put up with you. “Keep goin’.” 

He sounds excited, leaning forwards to grab his pack of cigs and lighter from the coffee table, lighting one and taking a puff as he watches you flip to the next page. This photo is dated a day later, but the photo makes you wince. You were strapped to the chair in the garage, your face cut to hell, duct tape over your mouth, your eyes filled with tears and fear. You can barely make out the red and raw skin on your wrists and ankles due to the grain and you let out a shaky breath when Bo’s fingers lovingly run along your wrists, the warped skin warm to his touch. 

You glance up at him and see his eyes transfixed onto your wrists, a pleased smile on his lips. “You used to cry for so long,” He whispers, pressing his thumb against the scar, the cigarette dangling from his lip. “In the beginning. Used to piss me off, kinda like a dog whinin’.” He chuckles, finally letting go of your wrist. “Kinda turned me on, though. Hearin’ you beggin’ me to let you go, to undo your wrists…” 

“Yeah, I know it turned you on,” you say with a slight laugh, tapping the next photo, dated a month and a half later. “See? You even wrote ‘Our First Time’ on it.” This photo does bring a smile to your face. Your face is covered by your hands, dried blood on your wrists, your legs spread wide for him. Your shirt hung off your shoulders and if you think hard enough you can hear the sound of his knife cutting through the fabric. Bo’s jean clad legs could be seen in the bottom of the frame where he was positioned in between your legs. They were unbuttoned and showed off his freckled stomach and the thick line of hair that disappeared under his boxers. 

He had been surprisingly gentle that night, lighting the melted down candles and playing jazz on the stereo upstairs. Bo had laid you down on the dirty mattress, his eyes taking in every single inch of your body, his grip only tightening when you attempted to cover yourself. It had been the turning point for you in some strange way, seeing that side of him. It made you realize that he had been telling the truth; you did love him. 

“Still just as tight,” he says, his attempt at a compliment as he takes control of flipping through the album. Each photo causes you to blush harder, squirm in your seat. A photo of his cock inside you, bruise marks on your thighs. Another showed you on your stomach, wrists held back by his belt, hand prints on your ass. You strapped to the chair with a smile on your face and a fresh cut on your cheek. You looking up at the camera through your eyelashes and a pleading look. A photo of you sleeping and his cock pressed between your lips.

And those were just the photos where you were mostly aware of the camera. 

The end of the photo album had three photos to a page, a quickly scrawled date and word next to each one. The photo of you in the kitchen wearing Bo’s button up shirt at the stove was captioned ‘10/13/21. Cooking.’ The one of you asleep in Bo’s bed was captioned ‘11/08/21. Sleeping.’  You fixing up Bo’s mechanics uniform, 12/23/21. Sewing. You reading a book on the couch, 1/02/22. Relaxing. You with Vincent and Lester at the kitchen playing a boardgame surrounded with pizza and beer, 5/28/22. Game Night. You hunched over a cake with your tongue poking out and a piping bag in hand taken from the hallway, 9/18/22. My Birthday.

“You really took all these?” You ask, glancing at him. He seems a little bashful now, his cigarette smoked down to a stub for once. He shrugs, putting the cigarette out onto the ashtray and settling back against the couch. “I love it, Bo.” You say, your voice cracking slightly. “This was sweet.”

“Yeah, well… figured you deserved it.” He says with a roll of his eyes, eyeing you carefully. Sure, some of the photos were perverted, and it chronicled exactly what he put you through in the very beginning, but it showed that he had planned to keep you from the very beginning. You give him a quick kiss, deepening it by placing your hand on his chest. “Really loved it, huh?” Bo teases, kissing you back. He gives you a sideways smirk when you move to straddle him, his hands instantly resting on your hips.

You fiddle with the top button of his shirt, biting back your own pleased grin. “For your gift, I was thinking…” Bo cocks an eyebrow at you as you trail off before you lean in, whispering in his ear. “Maybe you can get that camcorder from Vinny and use it tonight? Whatever you want?”

“Whatever I want?” He asks, amused, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. His eyes are dark. “Guess I need to do sappy shit for ‘ya more often then if it gets ‘ya like this for me.” He grabs your hand, bringing your wrist to his lips quickly before he’s gently pushing you off of him. “Get on to the bedroom. Don’t think about takin’ those clothes off; I want the camera to see it all, darlin’.”

[graveyardhorror]

YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT HIM

>SUPERSTARS MASTERLIST

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DEAN AMBROSE/JON MOXLEY

-Dimples

-You love how even though he acts intimidating and like a tough guy when he's working, his dimples make him look harmless and cute, it's your favorite thing ever but you know that he secretly likes you fawning over his dimples when he smiles

ROMAN REIGNS

-Tattoos

-Since you've met him you loved his tattoos, the more tattoos he gets the more you fall in love with him, seeing how he values and represents his culture with amazing body art just does something for you, you can't help but stare and stroke the body art with your fingers

SETH ROLLINS

-Acting

-Seeing his on screen personas grow and change over time has always been fascinating to you, you love how he is able to portray a character so much different from his usual reserved self; being able to be the only person who sees his soft side is your favorite thing

RANDY ORTON

-Smile/Smirk

-Whenever he smiles or even smirks at you, you can hear the rest of world sigh and wish that was their man, you love how he never fails to make you melt on the inside with just one look, you can tell how much he loves you as his partner just by how he smiles at you

FINN BALOR

-Confidence

-One thing that has always attracted you to him is how confident and outgoing he is, you love how he is always confident in who he is and how it shows when you're out together, he is never afraid to show you off and proclaim his love for you

NEVILLE/PAC

-Gentleness

-You love how even though he has a tough guy persona on screen, when he's with you he is always very gentle and caring; when he is around you his love is shown in his actions towards you, how he holds your hands, hugs you, and kisses you, it's always gentle

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[esotheria-sims]

Life had a funny way of balancing the scales, as Dominick would come to realize.

With his neighbors' recent tragedies still fresh in his mind, he'd almost forgotten about Ambrose's promise to see each other again; that is, until he got a package from him in the mail one day.

Inside the bigger box was a smaller, more elegant one; tucked within it, he found a beautiful diamond ring. Dominick's heart threatened to break free from his chest when he slid the piece of jewellery onto his finger. The polished gold made a stark contrast against the rusted metal of his prosthesis, but all he could see was the ring. Gifted to him by Ambrose. His fiancé.

Across the room, Cassiopeia was watching her human fawn and grovel with narrowed eyes. She walked over and jumped into his lap, as if wanting to check for herself what the fuss was all about. Dominick gave her a fond scratch between the ears while hovering his ringed hand in her line of view.

Dominick: "Do you see this, Cass? He chose us."

The feline only purred in response, leaning into her master's touch.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

all the world seems to waken anew

Neige LeBlanche x Reader Drabble

Reader/Yuu is female

Masterlist

Neige LeBlanche never fails to bring you ataraxy, you’ve noticed. That’s something you’ve come to love about him.

After spending weeks dealing with the multitudes of encumbrances that were thrown at you in NRC, a week-long getaway at RSA was more than welcome. Neige acted just as enthusiastically as you did when Headmaster Ambrose had warmly invited you to the castle on the premise of ‘furthering your knowledge of this world’ but it was endearingly suspicious how this arrangement had been scheduled the day after you had mentioned to the ebony haired boy how tired and burned out you were.

And that’s how you found yourself here, having a picnic in a flower-filled meadow after a gooseberry picking adventure in RSA’s gardens - all nice and ripe and ready for the pie baking venture the two of you had planned for the afternoon. Or atleast, you were having a picnic before you were distracted by the floral blooms around you and the two of you began making daisy chains and flower garlands. Next thing you know, your little excursion gets interrupted by a chipmunk and then a few squirrels and bunnies and bluebirds and a fawn and all thoughts of finishing your home baked pastries flew out the window as the urge to dote on your new companions was simply undeniable.

Everything about right now was perfect: the bright sunny sky and wafting tufts of white that danced across the celeste expanse, your boyfriend’s beloved white mare was grazing nearby and the hygge you felt was unimaginable as you handfed a small fluffy rabbit a leaf of lettuce.

“What are you thinking about, Dove?” Neige asks brightly.

“Just about how happy I am,” you respond, “thank you

“It’s the least I can do,” he says, chestnut doe eyes incandescent, “you always know how to fill my world with sunshine. I just want to do the same for you.”

“And you have,” you sigh happily, leaning your head on his shoulder, getting lost in his warmth and apple blossom scent. His hand almost immediately starts running through your hair and looking up at him, you saw his cherubic features aglow with tender adoration. Among this picturesque landscape, he looked ethereal. You could faintly hear his mellifluous voice singing quietly.

“With a smile and a song

Life is just a bright sunny day”

And you closed your eyes and embraced this elysian bliss as softly cooing doves landed around you, letting your mind wander to thoughts of wishing wells and happily ever afters.

“Your cares fade away

And your heart is young”

[flvffykxtty]

Names + Pronouns Pack ; Coquette + 💌🌷💄🍓🏛️

[ PT Names + Pronouns Pack ; Coquette + 💌🌷💄🍓🏛️ ]

Order ; 002 , Customer ; Anon / @rats-nest-id-packs

Names [ Masc, Neu, Heavy Fem ]

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𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃] Rosalie , Evangeline , Seraphina , Lila , Vivienne , Dahlia , Estelle , Fawn , Maribelle , Isadora , August , Felix , Lucien, Silas, Ambrose, Gideon , Everett , Adrien , Florian , Rue , Wren , Valentine , Eden , Celeste , Lacy , Bambi , Vivi, Angelina , Delphine, Camellia , Amara , Dorian , Sage , Darcy , Noa , Opaline , Valentina , Bianca

Pronouns

[ PT Pronouns End PT ]

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃] She / Her , He / Him , They / Them , It / Its , Sh✦ / H✦r , H✦ / H✦m , Th✦y / Th✦m , ✦t / ✦ts , Flor / Flors / Florself , Ros / Roses / Roseself , Luv / Luvs / Luvself , Belle / Belles / Belleself , Puff / Puffs / Puffself , Kiss / Kisses / Kisself , Straw / Strawberry / Strawberryself , Gloss / Glosses / Glossself , Blush / Blushes / Blushself, Dear / Dears / Dearself , Dov / Dove / Doveself [ or ] Dove / Doves / Doveself , Muse / Muses / Museself , Doll / Dolls / Dollself , Bby / Bbys / Bbyself , Lace / Laces / Laceself, Diva / Divas / Divaself , Vel / Velvet / Velvetself , Lu / Lulu / Luluself, Sweet / Sweets / Sweetself , 💌 / 💌s / 💌self , 🌷 / 🌷s / 🌷self , 💄 / 💄s / 💄self , 🍓 / 🍓s / 🍓self , 🏛️ / 🏛️s / 🏛️self , 🌹 / 🌹s / 🌹self , 🎀 / 🎀s / 🎀self , 💍 / 💍s / 💍self , 🕊 / 🕊s / 🕊self

Special Stamp: 🐾

[unboundprompts]

Character Name Ideas that have Cottagecore Vibes

-> feel free to comment suggestions, I'll do my best to add them to the list.

Male:

Milo

Aspen

Asher

Ambrose

Atlas

Levi

Covyn

Colton

Arlo

Julius

Caspian

Bellamy

Oliver

Everest

Percy

Alcott

Huntley

Female:

Indigo

Eloise

Evadine

Daphne

Faye

Dahlia "Dolly"

Luella

Ophelia

Persephone

Seraphina

Esther "Essie"

Lyra

Calliope

Aria

Emory

Amber

Ginger

Lily

Willow

Ivy

Marigold "Goldie"

Calla

Ginny

Gender-Neutral:

Fox

Kai

Navi

Naemi

Eden

Juniper

Robin

Juno

Poe

Fawn

Thorn

Oak

Honey

August

Sparrow

Clover

Briar

Prairie

Wren

Darcy

July

Scout

[fauville]

ok even more oc wedding dresses and outfits for you @carriehobbs

teddy wiseman:

he would either go ALL OUT with a gay backless lace suit like this (probably not white though, i'm thinking pale green) or he would wear something fun with a floral pattern like the one on the right depending on how fancy the ceremony is. :)

ginny wiseman:

she wants mr ambrose kim fucking fainting in the aisle :) but doesn't want anything too showy or flashy, but floor-length veil is def a must. also her fc is paola locatelli who is fucking gorgeous so just imagine her in this dress 🫶

fawn wiseman:

something very, very simple and short for her and kent's wedding. she's insecure as hell, but sally tells her that she rly gotta show her gorgeous long legs, so she does. also nick is the one to walk her to the aisle btw, an important little detail (to me).

dana "blackwell"

i don't think she will get married again after chris (considering she's a vampire and i don't think nathan would want that anyway after what happened to his family) but if she did, she would wear something like the one on the left. the one one the right is what she wore to her and chris's wedding, when she was still a human

ariadne:

the alpha's old save the quolls hoodie and jeans with a hole in the knee (not pictured).

[buildacomic]

the three + hollyleaf and ivypool cluster

tier: single issue

note: when ‘cat’ is used in the species section, they are cats that function similar to the warrior cats way. they are able to understand complex concepts and can understand humans, though they rely on non-verbal communication.

artist 1 | artist 2 | artist 3

NAMES

Lionblaze, Lion, Leo

PRONOUNS

He/Him, Blaze/Blazes, Flame/Flames, Strong/Strength, Brave/Bravery, name pronouns

GENDER

Trans man, Stargender

ORIENTATION

Bi with a fem preference

AGE

34 moons (adult)

SPECIES

Shapeshifter between cat and semi-human (basically a furry)

ROLE

Protector

SOURCE

Lionblaze from Warrior Cats

artist 1 | artist 2 | artist 3

NAMES

Jaypaw, Jayfeather, Star, Abel, Caleum, Neuron, Calloway, Saint, Mila, Ezekiel, Sarah

PRONOUNS

They/Them, Jay/Jays, Pro/Prophecy, Om/Omen, Hy/Hymm, Thxy/Thxm

GENDER

Trans man, Gendern’t, Stargender

ORIENTATION

Demiromantic, Asexual, Bi with a male preference

AGE

14 moons (young adult)

SPECIES

Cat

ROLE

Healer, Pain handler

SOURCE

Jaypaw from Warrior Cats

artist 1 | artist 2 | artist 3

NAMES

Dovewing, Dove, Softie, Carrie, April, Pearl, Marcia, Mai, Maya, Mia, Lila, Divine, Meri, Pommie, Cleo, Taffy, Fawn

PRONOUNS

Shy/Hyr, Fluff/Fluffs, Sof/Soft, Bun/Buns, Doll/Dolly, Bow/Bows, Mel/Melody, Bloom/Blooms, Sweet/Sweets, Sweet/Sweetheart

GENDER

Softgender, Softgirl, Girlgender, Nonbinary, Stargender, Douceart, Femvanumic

ORIENTATION

Omni-lesbian, Soft omni

AGE

Age-slider

SPECIES

Cat

ROLE

Dear

SOURCE

Dovewing from Warrior Cats

artist 1 | artist 2 | artist 3

NAMES

Hollypaw, Vamp, Faux, Ciro, Redd, Ronan, Juno, Ash, Nemesis

PRONOUNS

She/Her, He/Him, Shx/Hxr, Hx/Hxm, It/Its, Spike/Spikes, Holly/Hollys, Holly/Berry, Claw/Claws, Red/Reds, Stri/Strike, Fight/Fighter, Bite/Bites, Cave/Dweller, Freak/Freaks

GENDER

G?rl, Fauxgirl, Girlthing, Girl who is weird in a boy way, B?y, Fauxboy, Boything, Boy who is weird in a girl way, Bigender

ORIENTATION

Gaybian

AGE

8 moons (teenager)

SPECIES

Cat

ROLE

Beesecutor, Emotional enhancer

SOURCE

Hollyleaf from Warrior Cats

artist 1 | picrew | artist 2

NAMES

Ivypaw, Ivy, Cy, Mira, Max, Indie, Lexi, Lyra, Zara, Vivi, Venus, Harley, Ambrose, Arion, Haven, Cynthia

PRONOUNS

She/Her, Girl/Girls, Ivy/Ivys, It/Its, Shy/Hyr, Ze/Zer

GENDER

Girl, Evilgirl, Girlrevived, Aphrodisian, Shadowgirl, Girlmasc, Girl&

ORIENTATION

Omnisexual

AGE

19 

SPECIES

Shapeshifter between cat and human

ROLE

Imposter syndrome holder

SOURCE

Ivypaw from Warrior Cats

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale) ID Pack

Requested by 🎉🤩 anon

Names

Abel, Ain, Ambili, Ambrose, Axis, Balendu, Benito, Bilen, Buck, Cain, Chakshu, Chana, Chandak, Chital, Collin, Coues, Darby, Diya, Dyani, Fawn, Gazelle, Ghazala, Harina, Hart, Herschel, Himanshu, Indu, Iris, Jace, Kamaria, Key, Kurangi, Larkspur, Lillith, Lochan, Mahnoor, Mauve, Mayank, Mriganayani, Mrigank, Mrignaini, Mulberry, Nayana, Nell, Nilan, Nilava, Ofer, Oisin, Olimpik, Qamar, Rebecca, Roe, Roscoe, Sambar, Sarang, Selene, Shashank, Shika, Sika, Silas, Stag, Tungesh, Veronica, Vidula, Yamir

Pronouns

ant/antler/antlers, buzz/buzzes, crescent/crescents, dark/darks, deer/deers, deity/deities, eld/eldritch/eldritchs, eye/eyes, fawn/fawns, gaze/gazes, god/gods, hoof/hooves, host/hosts, indigo/indigos, insomnia/insomnias, lav/lavender/lavenders, lilac/lilacs, moon/moons, night/nights, ob/observe/observes, odd/odds, pur/purple/purples, radio/radios, report/reports, show/shows, speak/speaks, spot/spots, stag/stags, strange/stranges, talk/talks, 🌄/🌄s, 🌒/🌒s, 🌘/🌘s, 🌙/🌙s, 🌵/🌵s, 🎙️/🎙️s, 🏜️/🏜️s, 🐈‍⬛/🐈‍⬛s, 👀/👀s, 👁️/👁️s, 💜/💜s, 📻/📻s, 🔮/🔮s, 🕧/🕧s, 🗣️/🗣️s, 🦌/🦌s

Titles

A Purple Hued Deer, The All Seeing Eye, The Cat Lover, The Desert Brought Up Deity, The Host Older Than Time, The Moonlit Deer, The Nightly Radio Host, The One True Reporter, The One Who Runs The Show, The One With a Purple Hued Life, The Radio Show Host, The Town’s Saving Grace, [prn] Who’s In Love With Science, [prn] With Deer-like Qualities

Genders

Cecipalfosic, Collideeric, Crescentmoonlightic, Cryptidmasc, Floradeeric, Horaugic, Humornoxic, Killyourdoublgender, Liminalspacestalgic, Lunitwivieri/Solsteseric, Moonboylexic, Moonshipic, Mostlyvoidpartiallystarric, Notlove, Ultraveyelian, Valeience, Vintaudio, Viodeergender, WTNVcastic

Other mogai

Aldeerantler, Aldercervocryptic, Aldereyeweird, Alderliminal, Alderpolyoptic, Assigned Eldritch At Birth/AEldAB, Eldrigodperspesque/Eldrihorrorperspesque, Eldrivesil, Inviblackligheyes, Invifrozendoe, Moonstelic, Weirdcoreaestelic

[rainbowtiedx]

some deer designs i adopted lately are for fawning now..

ambrose is a dj, bianca is a secretary, and timothy is an amateur cosplayer!

[createlink]

﹒　　　NAMES　　𓈒

Tortie， Melody， Ambrose， Silvanus， Sungold， Florence， Clara， Doe， Ivy， Juni， Cervus， Orson.

﹒　　　PRONOUNS　　𓈒

Wind， fawn， fern， sun， mae， ith， ne， fox， deer， cub， shell，

[malistairedrakeslut]

can you elaborate on “Malistaires horrible past?” I love reading headcanon lore :)) (loved your story btw)

Thank you, anon!!!!! Of course I will!!

So we know Malistaire and Cyrus went to Dragonspyre Academy for their magic training, which implies they're probably from Dragonspyre. And in Arc 1 we learn Dragonspyre is wartorn--everyone who lived there is dead now. The Fire Titan destroyed it which must have been terrifying to have witnessed because there was literally nothing anyone could do to stop it. I mean the Titans are gods, they built the universe. I think this alone would be enough to give anyone PTSD.

Malistaire, Sylvia, and Cyrus were probably asylum seekers at a very young age, especially considering how long everyone lives in the Spiral. They had to uproot their lives, because of something they didn't cause, and move somewhere entirely new with no support system or network, and make new lives for themselves with whatever limited resources the had.

We also know he had a lot of pressure put on him by his father growing up. I've only seen glimpses of information related to this but I watched a video a friend sent me by KingsIsle yesterday or a couple days ago that mentioned it. Cyrus and Malistaire handled their father's pressure in different ways.

Cyrus was rebellious and didn't react much to it, he just did what he wanted anyway. That doesn't mean that it didn't affect him though. I think it probably did, a lot, and is a huge reason why he's so mean when the young wizard meets him. I headcanon he has an inferiority complex, and that combined with the trauma of losing your last remaining family from your home world would be awful and a lot for anyone.

As for Malistaire, it seems like he had more of a fawn response to his father's pressure based off of the lore I've seen. He seemed to bend to his father's every whim in an attempt to survive, which is extremely dehumanizing and exhausting. He walked on eggshells bent over backwards during his youth. He was basically pretending to be someone he wasn't the entire time, just to be treated with basic human decency at best, or mistreated anyway at worst. It also kind of seems like Malistaire was a child soldier? Like their father was so awful and trained Malistaire to be a killing magical machine basically.

I think that's another reason why Cyrus doesn't like the young wizard as well, or less that he doesn't like them, and more why he tried to get them expelled. Because he saw that Ambrose was engaging in a very similar pattern of behavior as his father and was anticipating it would unfortunately lead down a similar path for the young wizard as it did Malistaire. He wanted to spare them and everyone else the pain and suffering that came with that.

I haven't learned anything about their mother (maybe there's nothing to learn) so I can only imagine that their father was a single parent. Which makes all this even worse. The power dynamics in that household must have been terrible and went unchecked, especially when Malistaire and Cyrus were younger. There was no one that we know of to protect or look out for them. They fully were at the mercy of their father's hands during their most vulnerable formative years.

So in conclusion, Malistaire, Sylvia, and Cyrus have all had extremely horrible lives, in ways that they didn't deserve. They're all traumatized, and I think these events have probably left both Cyrus and Malistaire with PTSD from both their childhoods and the war.

I think Cyrus is probably doing a little bit better than Malistaire mental-health-wise though he still obviously has been through a lot and it's changed him and worn him down. He probably still lives with PTSD symptoms from these events.

Personally I have experience pretending to be someone I'm not, conforming to another person's wishes in an attempt at survival, and I know how horrible that is and how it affects me, so more directly I can almost guarantee that Malistaire had extremely bad PTSD pre-canon. It kind of feels like betraying yourself when you're living through something like that, which is crazy because also if you hadn't done what you did, you probably wouldn't still be alive. So alongside his PTSD he probably resents himself and his father, and has some survivor's guilt and experiences impostor syndrome.

I haven't thought a lot about Sylvia in these regards but I do think she has PTSD as well, because again, she's been through a lot.

[herah-mercar]

Thank you to @zennihilation, @vishantikaffar, @antivan-sprig, @a-mumbling-nerd for asking me questions about my girls <3

🥀 (wilted flower) - How does your character deal with stressful situations? Is their fear response fight, flight, freeze or fawn?

At the time of the situation, she can deal with the stress. She will choose either fight or flight -- but she is adamant in taking action. She knows better than to freeze or fawn, knowing full well just how shitty the situation can become. It's when the situation is over and she has time to think about things -- that's when her true emotions are revealed. When her anger or sadness or just plain craziness appears, she has to deal with it. But she deals with it on her own, separate from others, so that no one else sees.

🌹 (rose) - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

That would be a nice long list of things. Herah is Pansexual and Panromantic. So, when it comes to being attracted to another, she isn't always focused on looks. Gender or sex of the other person also doesn't affect how she views them. The things she is most attracted to are kindness, creativity, someone with a good sense of humor, someone who is willing to put up with her [one who allows her to be their anchor and vice versa], someone who isn't afraid to look her in the eyes and talk with her. Someone who has others they care for. Someone is aware when their actions harm another. The list could go on. Ultimately, as long as the person isn't just "nice" or if the person tends to not be able to hear what others have to say, then it's a bit of a no-go.

❗️(exclamation point) - What was the scariest moment of your character’s life? Does it still affect them?

There are three that she can definitely state as "the scariest". There have been plenty of scary moments that she has been through, of course -- she is 29 and grew up in fucking Tevinter. But these two moments haunt her. 1. Her final day as a part of The Threads -- kidnapping a child to get what they wanted out of a Magister and the results of it all. 2. Watching her father get beaten to death in front of her by unknown men while returning home from dinner on the docks. 3. Seeing herself die.

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Yes, she does -- she has plenty of best friends. She is forever thankful for every friend that she has; she considers them her family. Her closest friends are Katari [a childhood friend that she grew up with. She used to go over Katari's house and learn about Qunari culture from her parents and stay overnight in the warmth of their home.], Polaris [A Grey Warden she met early on in her Shadow Dragon career and fought off several dozen darkspawn together to save a family. Basically, connected forever after defending one another.], Esmee [Her sweetheart, her darling. The one person she feels safe enough to tell everything to, to speak about everything proudly. She is falling in love with Esmee and always feels joy when she is around.], and has Valhail + Yaseme, the two Shadow Dragons she trained and took close care of. They are basically her little siblings, a part of the family she has built over the years. She cares for them with all of her heart]. There's also Ezra, Tish, Enrico, Allegra, Ambrose, Linlath, etc. She's always open to making new friends and making new connections.

[melliotwrites]

Ok I’m sure this has been asked before, but I would like to know which animals the Adamandi characters would be!

This is so fun and I think has not been asked before! Not canon by any means but our instincts are:

Vincent: A least weasel

(most of Elliot's characters are weasels)

Ambrose: A thoroughbred quarter horse

Quincy: Fox netherland dwarf rabbit

Beatrix: Screech Owl

Portia: White-tailed deer fawn

[express-archives]

ambrose when they are the fawn and yaoshi is the deer

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

BELOW THE SURFACE: CHAPTER ONE: A Petal's Decay:

A/N: Hello hello hello! Thank you to those who participated in the poll of if I should cross post: the most answers were for yes! So here we are...and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!! That is a HUGE HUGE HUGE blessing to me. Seriously, I cannot thank you enough for how happy this makes me feel. So now, as a thank you for your support through my rambunctious posts and chaotic DMs, I present to you...

Below the Surface: A 2023 Lackadaisy Fanfiction...now posted here, there, and NOW on Tumblr. Enjoy!

"His voice means to deceive you...my voice just wants to lead you...Below the Surface."

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The smell of cigarettes was heavily sticking in the air. An overwhelming warmth accompanied it in the suite. The night was muggy, hence why she locked up all the windows. It was a warm Missouri night: yet Lacrimosa Ambrose was far from tired, despite how late it was. 

She was in her lavish flapper dress, consisting of pigments of indigo and black. She had toed off her shoes and let the feather boa around her slip down, softly and caressing her arms. Tonight was a rather eventful night for the jazz singer: she really brought the blues out in her sultry voice. She was fawned over by many men, and she adored the attention secretly: yet she never wanted anything serious with anyone, as she was a lone wolf in the relationship department. However…no one ever asked about her… side hustle, regarding her occupation in the Rose Brigade: she was the boss after all …

That’s good: if people became suspicious, she would end up shooting some people in the head with her Colt M1911 pistol…she’d thank her husband for that lovely gift…if he weren’t dead.

She got up off her couch, sauntering over to her phone as she spun the dial numbers slowly and deliberately, and she put the phone to her ear. She sighed sharply, her pointed ears perking downwards slightly, and she took another hit from her cigarette to calm herself down.

“Mei deliciae, this is getting old…I get you’re in Hotel Maribel, but at least speed up this process.” She told the other person on the phone.

“Of course, of course! I’ve just been…under the weather.” He reassured her: Silas Tueuse, a French actor visiting Missouri with his sister Raquelle, was far from innocent…just like Ms. Lacrimosa.

“If you mean you were busy being at a damn juice joint and getting sick from drinking too much giggle water , then you are surely a fool to think you can fool me with this excuse.” Lacrimosa chided, as if she was talking to a child: from her perspective, she might as well be. She was almost twice Silas’ and Raquelle’s age, and her beauty slowly dimmed as more wrinkles showed from stress.

“Ah, shucks,” Silas hissed a bit, snapping his fingers, “that trick never works, dunnit?”

“Use proper grammar in my presence, Tueuse. I will not ask you again.” Lacrimosa twirled with her pearled necklace with a finger, and her claw retracted. 

“What’s the problem with the way I speak, ma’am?”

“You and your sister come from wealthy parents, I highly expected some elegance from you.”

“Ma’am, I come from a French mother and an English father, as does my little sister: we have different ways of speaking: she’s like mother, I’m like father. So expect a bit of slip ups and slangs from us…~”

Lacrimosa internally cursed him. She sucked in a sharper breath, brandishing her cigarette. “Silas, do me a favor and get yourself in line…I won’t hesitate to lodge a bullet in your pretty little skull.” She glanced over towards an ebony desk, seeing a slightly rusted revolver, glinting a little in the soft lighting.

“...yes ma’am.”

“Are you about to go down from your room to…do the task?”

“In a few moments…after all, I am a good actor~” Silas pulled out a small vial of cyanide, playing with it. “After all, I could always slip it into a drink or two.”

“You remember the target?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll get it done as soon as I can.”

“I want you to go immediately after we finish this call: is that clear?”

Silas grimaced: “Yes, that is crystal clear, Ms. Lacrimosa.” Oh lord, what was he going to do? His sister was conked out on the hotel bed in Hotel Maribel, after drinking too many dry martinis and throwing up on herself in a not–so elegant fashion. She had changed out into something much more comfortable to sleep in.

“Good: that’s my left hand man~” Lacrimosa teased, smiling with feigned sweetness. She then hung up abruptly, the smile drooping into a deep, frustrated frown. She rubbed at her temples, leaning against the table and sighing. Her tail thumped against the wood, and she walked over to the window, opening it. The smoke and smell of cigarettes wafted out of the apartment complex, and she pressed her elbows on the windowsill, hands under her chin. Her amber eyes dulled, watching the cars, the people, and everything else slowly drift by. She craved some form of entertainment, something different from the dullness. St. Louis was a hit or miss sometimes…but soon there will be a good story: a good dose of entertainment, all thanks to the French actor Silas Tueuse. She smiled, flicking off some ash and ember, and it landed on her rose plant…the flame ate at one of the petals, and it shriveled up: she didn’t feel too bad. The poor plant was dying anyway…

Her ears flicked at the sound of a violin. She sighed almost gently, shoulders dropping. She extinguished her cigarette onto the ashtray, put her shoes back on, and grabbed her feathered boa again, wrapping it around her: the violinist lived in the exact same apartment building as Lacrimosa, and boy did she love her like a daughter. She grabbed her keys and left her apartment, locking the door and leaving. She began treading down the hallway, tail slowly swishing in sync with the violin’s notes. She hummed along to the tune. She knocked on the door at the end of the hall, and the music stopped. There were footsteps, and the door opened. 

An older Sphynx with a left glass eye and scar marks stared at her, an eyebrow raised. Her cold, stern features softened slightly. Her ice blue eyes dulled, and she backed away, beckoning Lacrimosa to enter.

“Your playing is soothing, Mandisa. I enjoy it.” Lacrimosa walked into the darker apartment, and she put her arms at her sides. She gazed around with a bit of a sleepy–eyed look to her.

Mandisa smiled slightly: despite being wrinkly, she was still a bit in her youth: thirty–five was still rather young. “I’m doing it for the kids.” She told her.

“They’re asleep, yes?” Lacrimosa raised a brow.

“Both Cassandra and Malachi, yes.”

“...what about the other one?”

“Don’t you recall? He’s living with his father.” 

“My condolences.” 

“It’s quite alright.”

Their conversations were light, but filled with calmness and respect.

“I have another job for you, Silas, Raquelle and the others.” Lacrimosa fluffed up her boa.

“So soon?” Mandisa straightened herself up.

“Yes…Silas is already after the target. He’ll be done rather soon…but that’s not the point. We’re going after Marigold’s head honcho.”

“...really? Asa Sweet?”

“Bold, isn’t it?”

“A little tempting, but much more dangerous: don’t you remember his little shadow? James has that divot in his ear thanks to Heller’s bullet!”

“Damn…that’s right.” 

“Certainly, we can’t go head on.” 

Lacrimosa then grinned deviously. “Lure Heller away…as well as his little posse. We could also ruin some lives in the Little Daisy Cafe~”

Mandisa sat down, her tail curled next to her thigh. “This is…interesting.”

“In due time, everything will work out~” Lacrimosa grinned sharply, crossing one leg over the other. “Lure them all away…that way, we pluck away everything they love.”

…and this is the beginning of how things become twisted.

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Aaaaand here's chapter one! I'm going to post a chapter or two on here a day, but once I really write more in the future, the posting process fic-wise might slow down. Either way, hope you enjoy!