#Caspian Hook

[nothirtysix]

it's them! finally! aahahahaaa! Rowan and Caspian!

You can find both of them over on my art fight account for more info and a bunch of collected pics!

And some written blurbs for Rowan and Caspian if you wanna see those separately.

I think about these idiots all the flippin' time but I am sooooo bad at putting any of it down, so if you have and questions or want to know anything about them (or any of the Peter Pan guys) my ask box is open!! Please send them in!

[pulchrasanguine]

Guys I’m so sorry for being so dead recently bg3 has me in a chokehold again peep the ocs

@drop-of-venus

[ginervacade]

BIG MOOD

exposing myself here. medieval knights do things to me

[onmyyan]

Sharing Is Caring (Cas final part)

A/N: SORRY FOR THE WAIT HAD TO BREAK UP THE SMUTS INTO DIFFERENT CHAPS HOPE YOU ENJOY FEEDBACK WELCOME

WARNINGS: YANDERE THEMES, KITCHEN SEX, SLIGHT FOOD PLAY, CUNNILINGUS, CREAMPIE

"I have a few ideas.", he says pressing himself as close to your body as he can, a shuddering breath leaving his parted lips, a hot hue of red dancing across his cheeks, Caspian stared down at you with the adoration of a worshipper staring at their god, his hands, so much bigger than your own, gently traced up your wrists, his eyes half-lidded and full of desire, he took a deep breath, and kissed your cheek softly, his pillowy lips dragging across your face until they reach your mouth, his tongue flicking out over your bottom lip for just a taste.

A whimper builds in the back of his throat, the bulge in his pants now presses flush against your core, one of his hands softly encourages your legs to hook around his waist, and the other holds the back of your neck in a delicate grip, his thumb massaging into your pulse point.

There was this intensity in the look he was giving you, paired with the delicate way he cupped your chin between one of his warm hands, it was as if your very body was aflame. For a moment he just started, you'd never seen him stare at you quite like this, your lips parted as if to speak, but the words vanished as quickly as they'd bubbled up, his thumb gently rubbed across the flesh of your bottom lip, another soft shudder leaving him as he does.

"Can I kiss you, Honey? Please?" His eyebrows scrunch slightly as he pleads, and you can feel his breath on your face. You nod and he grins so big, so happily, you're almost caught off guard by the intensity with which he kisses, like years of pent-up desires and feels finally getting a chance to escape.

The moan he lets out makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, his hands move to pull you closer by your hips, his soft touch guiding your thighs to wrap around him even tighter, his hands holding your hips in a grip that made your tummy tingle, with every teasing swipe of your tongue against his, Caspian seemed to lose himself in you.

He pulls away with a grin, so satisfied with himself that he takes in your blissed-out state and coos. "My sweet baby- don't worry, I'm right here." He whines before smashing his lips against yours, his tongue tastes like maple, and his sweet little moans make your mind melt into a puddle he could play with. 

As if struck by lightning, he suddenly pulled away, moving to smoothly grab one of the warm beignets he'd made moments ago, his eyes seemed to darken as he held the treat against your soft lips, his eyes full of a hunger that almost scared you.

Almost that is.

Caspian gently slipped the warm pastry between your parted lips, a shudder ran down his spine when he accidentally brushed against your tongue, the moan of appreciation you let out was downright sinful, and his breath began to pick up, eyes not daring to leave your face. "Try it with the sauce next." He dipped the flaky dough slightly into the still-steaming pan, taking extra care to blow on the golden syrup as he brought it to your lips again.

You not-so-accidentally licked a stripe down his fingers as he pulled away, watching for more of the cute expression on his flushed face. He bit back a moan of his own, trying to will his blood back to his brain; instead, his pants grew even tighter.

The air between you two was electric, little jolts coming from wherever your skin touched, his heated hands rubbed across your hips and belly, his breath choppy as he thumbed the fabric of your shirt. "Can I, Honey? Pretty please?" He begs, nearly teary-eyed from the overwhelming feelings he has, you nod your head up and down rapidly, tongue-tied and out of breath, and he doesn't hesitate to kiss you again.

Caspian is gentle with you, his touch light and soft, he's soft when he disrobes you as if he's unwrapping a present on Christmas day. The counter feels cool to the touch against your bare skin. Without hesitation, he's dropping to his knees, face level with your core, he stares up at you through your parted knees, eyes begging you for permission, "Eat up." Boldly came from your lips, and he needed no more to dive straight in. He starts with a gentle flick of his tongue tracing his way up to your clit with expert precision, circling the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure.

Broken versions of his name came spewing from your mouth, he flattened his tongue against your cunt, sucking and licking, and he traces his name on your clit. His warm hands grip your thighs gently, prying them apart, goosebumps rise on your flesh with every pass of his tongue, and your breath comes out shallow and shaky; he's making a mess of you.

Honeyed essence drips from you, down his chin, and onto the kitchen counter top, his hand comes up below his working mouth, gently, he uses his index finger to circle your twitching hole then adds the slightest amount of pressure, curling upwards he presses against the spongey spot inside you, "Ca-s." came out of your parted lips like a prayer, broken mewls leaving your lips, he worked his finger in and out, playing your insides like a game, his tongue never left your clit, sucking and moaning against you.

Your fingers thread through his hair, red strands coiled tight in your grip, the moment he adds a second finger you're coming around the digits, twitching against him, sucking him in, he gently removes his fingers, licking them clean, the happiest grin on his face, "Delicious." Is all he can mutter before unbuckling his pants, "Do you want this?" He asks palming his dick, "Please...I need it, Cas." 

The whine in your voice sends him over the edge, "I'll be gentle, Honey." He kisses you deeply, holding the sides of your face before pulling back, he grabs you by your hips softly scooting you to the edge of the counter, his cock ruts against you, and a shuddering breath comes from him as he grinds up against you, creating the most intense friction, he rubs the head against your folds gasping softly at your dripping pussy, "so perfect.." he whispers to himself, eyes transfixed on your body.

With a kiss he begins to slide in, softly, slowly, he takes his time, knows he's big, and that it hurts, but he's so gentle with you, petting your head, holding you as close as can be, his head is buried in your neck, you can feel his hot breath on your skin, your eyes flutter backward as he inches his way in, half words and whines leave your flushed lips, "it's okay Honey, I got you." He reassures this with a kiss, "Just a little bit more, baby, you can take it." His hands, headed and soft, grab your hips firmly, he pulls back to look at your face, and he pushes you closer to him until he's bottomed out and your stomachs are touching. 

"Fuck, oh fuck- God you're perfect." He whimpers, mouth open and drooling, "perfect little pussy." He grunts as he pulls out, only the tip remains, just to slam back in, beginning to fuck you at the perfect pace, his voice gets high-pitched, mumbled Spanish praises, and the counter shakes with every thrust.

For what feels like hours it's just you and him, connected in a way you'd only ever imagined in the late hours of the night, he sucks a dark mark into your throat, moaning around the flesh as he pounds away. "Mi Vida." He purrs holding you as close as can be, he can feel you milking him for everything he's worth, and he can't hold on any longer, feeling his balls tighten with every wet thrust inside, he rubs gentle circles on your clit bringing you to the brink with a twitch of his finger. "I love you Cas." You mumble and that's all it takes for him to blow his load, pressing himself as deep as he could go, with a cry of your name.

He pulls out of you with a soft moan, and a mix of your cum drips down your twitching pussy and onto the floor, resting his forehead against your chest, he allows himself a moment to regulate his breathing. His hands never left your body as he cleaned you up.

[hbowartournament]

round 3 had 63 steal fanworks from 24 different users for 18 different ships—that includes 25,900+ words of fic, almost 10 minutes of video, 60+ gifs, three dozen pieces of art, and countless image edits and collages! here is a full masterpost of all the steals created for round 3 of the rarepair tournament:

(ships are sorted by total amount of steals and color coded by show: BOB, MOTA, TP. graphic and masterpost compiled by @kbsd)

Anna Chiwy/Renée Lemaire

FIC:

Ceux qui Rêvent by @tinglingfuckingsensation

VIDEOS:

Renée/Augusta Thesis by @lovelacebarbee

ART:

Best Gals by @fish-brains

Bullfighter AU by lovelacebarbee

Long are the days by lovelacebarbee

Sports AU by lovelacebarbee

Keep You Close by @bossboudicca

Anatomy Study by lovelacebarbee

Timeline by lovelacebarbee

Romantic Movies by lovelacebarbee

Il n'y a pas d'amour by tinglingfuckingsensation

GIFS:

Working Together by bossboudicca

PLAYLISTS:

Blood on the Snow by lovelacebarbee

EDITS/COLLAGES:

Renée/Anna edits by bossboudicca

Webweave by lovelacebarbee

Webweave by @blood-suits-and-tears

Robert Leckie/Runner Conley

VIDEOS:

You've Got a Woman by @luckyreds

Fresh Out the Slammer by @goodluckbabeheffron

Taste by goodluckbabeheffron

ART:

Let's Go Home by @handheldrope

GIFS:

Nicknames by @sidleckie

Home by sidleckie

Episode 6 by sidleckie

Episode 1 by sidleckie

EDITS/COLLAGES:

Collages (1, 2, 3) by @itstheheebiejeebies

Floyd Talbert/Ron Speirs

FIC:

Hook, Line, and Sinker by @lowdisk951

Weekend Alone by lowdisk951

ART:

Hook, Line, and Sinker by @fallenking404

Weekend Alone by fallenking404

Risky Business by fallenking404

Robert Leckie/Eugene Sledge

FIC:

Safe Where Men Fall by @ww2yaoi

GIFS:

The Other War by ww2yaoi

Romus Burgin/Eugene Sledge/Snafu Shelton

VIDEOS:

Challengers by @lesbians4kurt

GIFS:

What do we do now? by lesbians4kurt

V-J Day by lesbians4kurt

Chuckler Juergens/Robert Leckie

EDITS/COLLAGES:

Sad Weird Bisexual Man by @rockpaperscissuhs

Vintage style edits (1, 2, 3) by itstheheebiejeebies

Bill Leyden/Jay De L'Eau

VIDEOS:

Closer by @kbsd

ART:

Pavuvu is for Lovers by @birdgems

Holding Hands by @randlemartin

GIFS:

Bill'eau by ww2yaoi

EDITS/COLLAGES:

Massive Bitch Meme by rockpaperschissuhs

Bill Guarnere/John Hall

FIC:

From Southhampton to Mourmelon by luckyreds

VIDEOS:

Hot to Go! by sidleckie

EDITS/COLLAGES:

"This is for you" by @peaceandl0ve

Cowboy Collage by peaceandl0ve

Color Edits by itstheheebiejeebies

Babe Heffron/Eugene Roe/Ralph Spina

GIFS:

All's Well That Ends by @whollyjoly

Caspian Tiger by whollyjoly

Bucky Egan/Robert Rosenthal

GIFS:

Until I Return by @searchingfortheuniverse

Don Malarkey/Alton More

ART:

Cowboy AU by fallenking404

PLAYLISTS:

Joyride by whollyjoly

Bill Guarnere/Joe Toye

ART:

Don't Matter Where We Go by handheldrope

Robert Leckie/David Webster

EDITS/COLLAGES:

Webweave by blood-suits-and-tears

Harry Crosby/James Douglass

FIC:

Just to Hold You by @crubblessnowglobe

EDITS/COLLAGES:

Collages by itstheheebiejeebies

John Basilone/Lena Basilone

EDITS/COLLAGES:

The Night We Met by @leftenantjopson

Benny DeMarco/Richard Macon

FIC:

Boneheads by @chirpybirdy

Renée Lemaire/Skinny Sisk

EDITS/COLLAGES:

Webweave by tinglingfuckingsensation

Bill Leyden/Snafu Shelton

EDITS/COLLAGES:

Shits&Farts Meme by chirpybirdy

[scolop98]

Turns out I have too many thoughts to put this in a comment and honestly it was a matter of time before I made a post about these two.

Okay so: AMC's Pantheon. Season one episode one. Cary and Renee are playing out their whole "pretending to be in an abusive relationship" shtick. We the audience find out that this is a ruse after their shouting match at dinner, when they meet up in the garage.

Everything about this exchange—their dialogue and poses, the smirk on Renee’s face, the casualness of it all—read like flirting to me. That, combined with the general reveal that they'd been faking an abusive marriage—not to mention how Renee immediately slides back into The Role after Cary leaves—had me HOOKED. AND it was our first hint that something was seriously and abnormally wrong (= very interesting) with Caspian's life/the Keyes family, so my initial interest in Caspian's subplot was heavily tied to Renee and Cary's dynamic.

Then we get to episodes two and three... and they absolutely hate each other.

(context: first video is after he shoves her to the ground in front of their "son" and his "girlfriend" in ep2. second video, from ep3, they are picking out the hammer that (spoilers) will be used to break her arm later that night)

Every interaction is clipped dialogue and frosty glares and the bare minimum effort spent to make sure you and your coworker aren't going to step on each other's toes. At least on Renee's side—sometimes Cary seems like he's trying to connect with Renee (ex: after they meet "Hannah" for the "first" time), and sometimes he just seems pissed at her (ex: buying out the hammer) (which is understandable, she's the worst. she is such an asshole and I love her for that)

And then we get to end of episode three: The Hammer Scene

Where Renee breaks her own arm because Cary is "too pussy to do it himself" (not an actual quote), and Cary breaks down in tears after leaving Caspian. When Cary shows that despite participating in this ethical nightmare, he's enough of a decent human being to not want to break his coworker's arm and also genuinely cares about the surrogate son he's raised for the last 17 years; and when Renee shows that she is 110% committed to whatever this still-ambiguous, evil-shadowy-tech-corp-backed Truman Show gambit is that she's dedicated the last 17 years of her life to.

Also relevant (to me specifically) is that this scene is sandwiched directly between David and Ellen's breakup scenes, which are some of my favorite moments in season one and the primary reason why David/Ellen is my favorite Pantheon ship. The contrast between David and Ellen's dynamic (we both agree it's healthier to not get back together, but that doesn't mean we can't still banter about old memories) & my reaction to them (WOW is it obvious these two used to be married, instant OTP) compared to Renee and Cary's power hour (i.e. performing the most jaw-dropping, unexpected plot twist in the show up to that point) did something irreversible to my brain chemistry and single-handedly kickstarted my interest in "incredibly divorced animated parents with convoluted relationship histories" ships.

In hindsight, the tone shift in Cary and Renee's interactions in the first three episodes was probably just bad continuity or one of those "characterization was not fully fleshed out when we made the first episode" situations. Aside from the first episode, literally all their scenes in season one make it obvious that Renee and Cary were in a purely professional fake marriage and were NOT friends. Renee can’t stand Cary, and he’s incredibly frustrated with her half the time. While their garage banter did an incredible job as a Reveal Scene, it's also a clear outlier in terms of how Renee and Cary's relationship is written.

I wasn’t really thinking about any of that during my first watch of Pantheon. I was thinking: "flirty coworkers in a morally fucked up job" + "clearly pissed at each other" = "hate-to-love-you ship dynamic," and then I was thinking "HOLY SHIT SHE JUST BROKE HER OWN ARM" and could not stop rotating this family in my mind. I did notice that the garage scene didn't match their later characterization, but instead of thinking about the bad writing I kept rotating the potential of that dynamic in my mind.

Later S1 developments such as "Renee sees Cary and shoots him on sight" and "now that I've put you in this hospital bed I will gloat about everything (I think) you've lost, and also we still have to pretend to be married," and "we are in different states and still jump at the first chance to throw each other under the bus, which unintentionally reads as obsession with each other" did nothing to dissuade this train of thought, mind you.

So to synthesize all this: Cary and Renee are very clearly not in any sort of romantic/sexual/emotional relationship. Renee dislikes Cary at best, and all of Cary's post-episode-one moments of concern/sympathy toward Renee can be framed through this flashback sequence:

Cary, exasperated: "And… we're gonna be working together for awhile […] Let's. Try and make it pleasant. Deal?"

Cary (reasonably) wants to get along with the coworker he's going to spend the next 17 years of his life with, even (especially) if she's an asshole.

But that plot-critical-but-OOC moment in episode one wired my brain to think about these two being close enough to banter, and through that filter their dynamic in the rest of the season looked a lot like those sexually-charged, obsessive mortal enemy dynamics that enemies-to-lovers and hero/villain shippers thrive on. Not to mention the fact that these two have lived the last 17 years in the same house and might've been sleeping in the same bed for several years to keep up appearances (I know that everyone's favorite fake-marriage duo don't sleep in the same room but TwiYor don't have to keep their fake marriage a secret from their child). It is very, very easy for me to imagine an AU where Cary and Renee would have hate sex sometimes, and I feel like it would have practically zero butterflies on the outcome of the plot. Or alternatively, imagine if they were genuinely in a relationship while raising Caspian and how insanely toxic it would be—especially since their platonic, professional canon relationship is already incredibly unbalanced in terms of emotional labour.

And the fact that one of their most emotionally charged, status quo-changing, plot-relevant scenes was paired and directly contrasted with the most emotionally charged, character arc-relevant scene of my favorite Pantheon ship (David x Ellen) in what rapidly became my favorite sequence of season? Meant I was constantly reminded of this ship (Cary x Renee) whenever I thought about why I loved this show.

Anyways that's how a tiny bit of inconsistent characterization in pantheon's first episode turned these awful fake parents into my second favorite Pantheon OTP - not in the sense of "I think these characters should be together," but more like a "can you imagine how much worse their lives would've been if they were in an on-and-off situationship at any point in the last 18 years" that I constantly rotated in my mind for weeks after finishing season one. I hope my first attempt at a proper tumblr analysis essay was coherent, I wrote it between midnight and 3 AM. As a bonus, have this edit of them that I made last summer for a "toxic/complicated/disorienting relationships" MEP

The song is Tainted Love, covered by Milky Chance and originally by Soft Cell

Also, to clear up any confusion: just because I think Renee is The Worst and an Awful Human Being does not mean I don't like her as a character. I like her character a lot more than Cary actually. She's not blorbo material but she IS "I love to hate this character" material. She's the centerpiece of the entire fucked up Keyes Family Dynamic! From an audience perspective, she acts as The Face of Logorhythm's clone plot, given how she has more screen time and direct interactions with Caspian than Cary or Julius Pope in S1, and she's so intricately tied to Caspian's "what the fuck is wrong with my life" investigations. She's an asshole, but she's a complex, interesting asshole with plot relevance, screen time, and more personality than Julius Pope, and I loved watching how she and Caspian play off each other and how that changes over time. also she's a fucked-up and evil woman and idk i find that compelling in a fictional character, sue me.

[magspy]

OC Tag Game

I was tagged by @ndostairlyrium ✨Thank you so much<3 and consider yourself tagged back (only if you want to ofc)

I'm also tagging: @alienturnip, @wizardhecker and @auphelia

I'm using this chance to properly introduce a "newer" character and NPC from the dnd campaign I run. His design is still a work in progress, but I felt like talking about him anyways<3

Name: Caspian Amari

Alias: "New Olamn's Siren", "Professor Amari", "the manwhore" (affectionately by my dnd group)

Gender: Cis male

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, demiromantic

Age: Early 30s

Spoken language: Common, Sylvan, Elven and Alzhedo

Occupation: Teacher at the New Olamn Bard College of Waterdeep (History and Written Verse)

Favorite...

Color: Seagreen and gold

Entertainment: Enjoys attending concerts, parties, etc. (preferably with company or with company afterwards)

Pastime: Reading, preparing for class, testing out his students' compositions at home (since he's not allowed to sing on campus), the occasional hook up

Food: Eats like a bird, but really enjoys sweets. Mandolato, Chebakia and Baklava are all favorites. The more sugary the better. Fresh and dried fruits are also welcome though

Drink: Mint tea or avocado juice

Have they...

Passed University: He has the DnD equivalent of a PhD in classical music studies

Had Sex: Yes

Had Sex in Public: Not recently, but still yes

Gotten Tattoos: No

Gotten Piercings: Yes, though he'd probably have to get them redone by now.

Gotten Scarred: Nothing major. Up to the events of the campaign, he's lived a pretty safe life

Had a Broken Heart: Yes

Been in Love: Yes, but he ended up doubting whether those feelings were returned authentically

Are they...

A Cuddler: Not really

Scared Easily: I wouldn't call him brave, but he can keep his calm rather well. If he's nervous, it at least won't show under most circumstances. He'll absolutely be as dramatic as needed though if he feels like his current partner enjoys being a bit protective.

The events at the gala were probably the first time he's felt genuinely terrified

Jealous Easily: He rarely sticks around long enough to develop feelings, so it hasn't been a problem

Trustworthy: There are some lingering fey characteristics at play here and while he probably can, Caspian doesn't generally lie. He's not always the most straightforward, but he doesn't try to obfuscate his intentions. What you see is what you get

Family

Parents/Siblings: Caspian is an only child. His father is an elven architect that gets to largely work on passion projects thanks to his wife's steep income.

Caspian's mother is a famous diva and actual siren. As a rule, the venues that host her are required to install seatbelts.

Caspian and her's relationship is a bit strained since she had rather specific ideas for his future.

Children: Not something he's planning to have.

Pets: The most talkative and needy oriental longhair. His name is Adagio.

His family home also kept peacocks in the garden, although they were there more as something ornamental than something to be loved

[ivyblossom]

That thing where I feel like I'm going to have to write fanfiction again

This is a weird one. I just want to say it somewhere, so that I've said it somewhere, but I realize there's there's one person who actually cares about this and she already knows, so. This is just for me, I guess.

Fifteen years ago, I wrote most of a Narnia fic. It pairs of Edmund Pevensie and Bacchus, aka Dionysus, the ancient Greek god of grapes, wine and uninhibited ecstasy. Also theatre. I know, that's a bit weird. Is Bacchus even in the Narnia stories? (Yes, he is. He even has lines!) Why on earth am I pairing him up with Edmund, who is 10 when we first meet him?

It's all the weird memory tricks, I'm a sucker for those. The Pevensies forget about England because they stay so long in Narnia and stop thinking about England, and they can (and do) forget about Narnia if they stay in England too long and don't think about Narnia enough (poor Susan), and I find that really interesting. It offers up so many nooks and crannies to stick story in. They grow up and become adults in Narnia, but are required to forget most of it in order to return to build children in England.

And come on: is Bacchus not also very obviously the god of Narnian orgies? I mean, yes. Clearly. He's also Aslan's default caterer and water-into-wine head tech. If you need buildings destroyed and bullies turned into trees and/or pigs, Bacchus is your guy. He's not big on wearing clothes, and according to Edmund, he's incredibly beautiful and extremely dangerous. Edmund is only 10 when we first meet him, sure, but he grows up, reverse ages, and then starts to grow up again. Bacchus throws them a G-rated orgy in Prince Caspian. There's love there.

Hasn't Edmund suffered enough? Yes, he got addicted to the Turkish Delight that time, but he'd been struggling and was being bullied, he was carrying a lot of self-hatred and shame, give a kid a break. He did get himself heroically killed putting it right, only to be healed physically and psychologically by Santa Claus's magic healing cordial, as one does. Doesn't Edmund deserve a cute immortal boyfriend with quirky friends and a serious green thumb who grows his own grapes, makes his own wine, can manipulate and control the desires of everyone around him like conducting an orchestra, and who will love him until the end of time? There aren't many humans in Narnia, why not hook up with the god of uninhibited ecstasy? I mean, he's right there.

Anyway. It was fifteen years ago.

I wrote 3/4ths of it, I had one part left to go to finish it, I had an idea about what how it would end, but for some reason I never wrote the ending. I don't remember why. So it's been sitting there unfinished since 2009.

And in the last few weeks I started thinking about it again. I had an idea about that ending. I couldn't remember if this idea I was toying with was my original concluding idea or not, it's been that long, but I liked the idea, and I thought, you know, I should write that idea in as the last part and finally finish that thing.

And then I read what I'd written. And a) 15 years is a long time and I have so many criticisms, I was clearly in love with the sound of my own voice (uh...nothing's changed there I guess?), b) I wrote the thing in such a way to exclude my new idea, so apparently that wasn't my original plan, but c) yeah, I should have written this thing properly the first time around. And now I have 104 more ideas and I love them all, so.

I think I have to rewrite it. Or, I suppose, just write another one and replace it? I dunno. Just playing it out now.

I think I'm going to write it. Is this an active fandom? I don't think so. I don't care. This love story needs to be told. Edmund deserves this.

[writerdreamxs]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG ! fearless era.

in which you know a little about me and make requests for short stories to me and I turn your dreams into realities. after all, I am a writer of dreams. 💐

first, introductions: my name is clarice, but you can call me clary.

I'm brazilian, so obviously english is not my first language, so there may be some errors in the imagines.

I love taylor swift (my favorite album is fearless, but I think you get the idea :) and one direction, as well as lana del rey, artic monkeys, among many other artists.

I love romcoms, whether films or books, clichés, sun, spring, roses, dogs and I am a person who really likes to talk.

my mbti is enfp, - at least that's what i think, at the moment! - and I have a sanguine temperament.

and I DON'T write smut.

below I will put a list of the characters and fandoms that I mainly write about, but if you want to request something different, feel free.

masterlist. 🌤️

BRIDGERTON 🐝

colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, anthony bridgerton, gregory bridgerton, simon basset.

FORMULA ONE. 🏁

all of the grid, but mainly, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell and max verstappen.

FOOTBALL PLAYERS ⚽

richarlison, rodrygo goes, jude bellingham, vini jr, pedri, gavi, and all of the real madrid team.

HARRY POTTER (golden era)🪄

harry potter, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, fred and george weasley, ron weasley, oliver wood, charlie weasley.

HARRY POTTER (marauders era) 🕰️

remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, peter pettigrew, regulus black, severus snape.

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA 🦁

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, caspian.

CELEBRITIES 🍾

timothée chalamet, josh hutcherson, louis partridge, andrew garfield, william moseley, tom holland, ben barnes, archie renaux, cameron boyce ✝.

RANDOM 🩷

trodrick heffley, peter parker 1 and 3, matteo balsano, simon alavrez, ramiro ponce, gaston perida, gabo moretti, lorenzo guevara, dede duarte, willy wonka, chad denforth (hsm), will turner (potc) legolas greenleaf (lor), laurie laurence, supa strikas, luke ross (jessie), carmen sandiego characters, zach mitchell (jw), jurassic world: camp cretaceous caracthers, carlos de vil, jay ja'far, harry hook, ray beech, charlie delgado, aurek, jim hawkins, jack frost, ever after high characters, scooby doo characters, hiccup, the greatest showman, dick grayson and wally west (young justice) .

🦋 well, that's it my sweeties and I hope you liked me and send your requests. 💗

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requesting guide

updated: 17.06.23

please make sure to read this before requesting anything — i'm hoping that you'll respect my boundaries on what am i comfortable with and with not writing.

MASTERLIST

I tend to curse often in my fics, and are usually comfortable with covering more serious topics, so make sure to check the content warning before hand. I always write warnings when I believe they're needed, but do let me know if you think something should be added!

also senders may request as many as they want <3

FORMS OF WRITING :

oneshot

imagine

headcanon

series

alphabet

I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY, HANNIBAL

[nothirtysix]

updating my boy!!!!!!!!

[zannolin]

north of desire ☀️ chapter 4/4

Caspian knows, here and now, clearer than he has ever known it, that his grief cannot go on. He does not know how to put it down yet, but perhaps it starts like this: the sword hilt in his palm, the weight of it real and solid and warm; the golden lion’s head gleaming in the sunlight once more as Caspian reads the inscription on the blade for the first time in years. On one side: When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death. On the other: When Aslan shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. When he sheathes it, he does not return it to its lonely hook in the cabin. He buckles it at his side, wraps his palm around the pommel, and hopes that his own spring shall come again soon.

(in which time heals some wounds, in the end.)

[lokotrona11]

COMPETITION AREA. 

The gif is not mine!

Pairing : Caspian X x Reader!

Summary : You used to date Peter and now you're with Caspian, but your past complicates your current relationship.

Gender : sad, cute, silly??.

word count: 1k

AN : This is stupid but I wanted to post it. Also say that I took it out Almost angels! (Argentine program)

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''Seriously Lucy, we're fine with Casipan''  

Lucy returned to Narnia with Edmund in the middle of the sea, and that made you happy because they were your friends but now you had a situation: Lucy did not believe in your love for Caspian. 

''We're really good, seriously'' You repeat again. 

''Yes, darling, but being well doesn't mean being in love'' 

You stop seeing the map that rests on the table. ''Listen, you miss Peter, right?''

You sigh, letting your shoulders slump. They dated Peter before he grew old enough to no longer be accepted in Narnia, so you were left alone, desperate and without your loved one, but then within your desolation, with patience, Caspian won your heart.

''Obviously I miss Peter, how I miss Susan, how I miss you guys'' You explain. ''But what does that have to do with Caspian?''

''Don't play dumb'' Lucy's voice is a perfect mix of sweetness and firmness.

''The question is if you miss Peter as a boyfriend... as a man''

''Ehm..'' You start stammering, searching for your words. ''Lu, Peter was very important to me and I will love him all my life but now I'm with Caspian and I'm fine''

 ''Well, but if you have to choose, have to compare between one and the other, who...?''

You interrupt her. ''Stop, I'm not going to compare because comparisons are hateful'' You reason. 

''I am hateful, compare'' Resolve. 

''Well, they're different.'' You try to eliminate the topic but Lucy raises an eyebrow, waiting for the answer she wants. You gasp and give up. ''Caspian is sweet and I had a great time with him''

''Bored.''

''It's not boring... but if I have to compare Peter was more romantic, he prepared surprises for me'' Lucy smiles.

''I still have a good time with Caspian, he's just less expressive'' You try to defend him. 

You raise your arm, not knowing that Caspian was hearing from the other side of the room. ''No?''.

—

''Where are you taking me?'' You smile with Caspian's hands covering your eyes. 

''You trust me'' He answers, also smiling. 

Caspian counts to 3 and removes his hands showing a lake. 

''How cute..'' He says cloyingly.

His hands travel around you, hugging you, and he kisses your temple. 

You shake your head, looking at him. ''And why did you bring me here?'' 

''It's a surprise''

''No, no, no, what a surprise? I have to organize the next event and you must...'' You ramble until Caspian interrupts you. 

''Wait love, the world is not going to fall if we take a day off.'' He holds your body in his hands. Then your face changes, you just smile and kiss him. 

—

Caspian leaves the rod stuck in the ground, with the hook in the water, and runs to you, who are resting on the blanket on the ground. 

You bite your lips when he comes to you with a dreamy smile. 

The rod falls and a noise leaves your lips wanting to run to nail it again.

''No! ''Seeing your intentions, Caspian stops you and runs to do it himself. ''Stay there, you are my guest of honor'' 

You laugh and return to your place.

When Caspian returns to your side you look at his face, kissing him.

''I love you'' You say, falling onto the blanket with his body floating above you. 

—

''Do you hear?''

''What?''

''Nothing, silence. You hear it?'' Caspian nods and your eyes shine, caressing his cheek.

'''How many people are there that you can stay like this with? In silence?'' Lectures.

''Only one, and you?''

You don't answer, you just take his lips with a goofy smile. 

After several kisses you separate.

''Loosen up, there are underage birds'' 

Caspian laughs softly, ''How I would stay in this moment forever...''

''Well, let's stay, here and now. Although we are going to miss the boys a little''

''If I'm with you, I don't miss anyone.'' He joins his lips.

''Not even a bit of noise, of swords...?''

 ''No, nothing'' He says quickly and with some desperation he kisses you. 

You separate again. ''Look, with so much silence we can get bored as a log''

Caspian sighs and lets his face fall to rest on his fist.

''That's right, I'm going to miss the horses'' You comment looking at the lake.

''horse riding ..''

Your comment only frustrated the boy more, because there was no one who didn't know that it was Peter who taught you to ride, and gave you that fanaticism.

''But who says, maybe one will come here'' You smile and Caspias can't stand it. 

''Why don't you say it once and for all?'' He Accuses. 

''What?''

''You've got me fed up, you miss Peter all day, all the time.''

Your tongue is spoiled and your nerves make you babble. ''Caspian, what are you talking about?'' 

Caspian stands up and feels like he explodes. ''About what happens to you, what happens to you when you see the photos and you regret not being there with him'' 

''That's different from me, more sensitive, more romantic. Did you know? Why don't you cross that world of his and go with him? '' His words come out alone and he is not able to think about what he says. 

Your eyes lower as your boyfriend walks away.

''My love, come here'' You say running towards him. ''Stop. What's wrong with you?'' You reach for him.

His eyes seem to darken and he scratches the back of his neck. ''I'm jealous, I'm jealous of Peter's ghost,'' she admits.

''I heard you talking to Lucy and I started competing with him''

''What? I don't know what you heard"

''I wanted to be as romantic as him but it all turned out wrong. I can't compete with the memory you have of him.'' 

''Alright..''

 ''If he were here it would be very different, but he is not here and it is very difficult.. '' He rambles and you have to interrupt him

''Well'' You sigh. ''I miss Peter as much as the other boys.''Caspian shakes his head, not believing your words.

''But because they are my friends and I want them back.'' You explain. 

Your hands touch his face. ''That has nothing to do with us, my love."

"I want to be with you and that won't change even if Peter comes back."

He removes your hands from his face. ''No, you don't know what's going to happen to you''

''Yes, yes, I know"

''no, you don't know and that's fine'' It is pointed out. ''On the other hand, I do know what's happening to me.''

He eyes stab you. ''I do know that I love you'' He snorts and touches his head.

''Forgive me, but I can't be a mature guy, sometimes the child inside comes out''

You just smile and your eyes narrow.

Caspian gives a half smile. ''You love me the same, don't you?''

You don't nod, you don't speak, you just take his walk and your mouths meet. 

They both return to the blanket and enjoy their evening, until nightfall, but more in love than before. 

[thought-knot]

Assorted Pantheon thoughts

Just recently finished watching the show and wanted to put my thoughts down somewhere, full spoilers under the cut

Going to be forever salty with how poorly this series was treated by AMC, between being stuck on their shitty streaming service and being written off for tax purposes

Overall I think the first season is a bit stronger than the second, the emotional hook of Maddie's relation with her dad was amazing and I don't think the second season was able to get something quite as compelling

that said I do think it was the right call to kill off David at the end of the first season

In general I feel the first two episodes are an incredible start

One of the best complements I can give to the first two episodes is that they were able to get my mom who never watches animated stuff like this onboard with the show

Chanda's uploading scene was disturbing in the best way possible

I really liked Chanda's role in the first season even when he turns in an antagonist you can understand his logic and motivations

Unfortunately he felt underutilized in season 2

Wonder if Chanda and the others could have fought Holstrom alongside Caspian, they could still have the same fate but it would make them feel like they have more of a contribution instead of something that needs to be gotten out of the way before the main event

The direction of the show was consistently amazing, a few moments that stood out to me was Chanda looping the virtual office, Laurie's message getting cut off transitioning to the credits of episode 7, Caspian exploring Yair's removed memories, and Maddie with all the simulated realities in dyson sphere

In general I feel like they did I good job making the digital world feel different from the real world with the editing, the more actiony fight scenes for the uploaded characters, and the more crazy digital character designs both before and after the 20 year time skip

In particular I like how the fight at the end of season one looked with Chanda and David modifying their appearances, exemplified that the feeling of difference between the worlds really well

Caspian's fake abusive family was really interesting to watch play out over the first half of season 1 and the reveal of him being a clone felt shocking yet makes perfect sense

really liked the unstated horror that Hanna/Rachel was probably going to be killed to push Caspian

I need merch of rice cooker MIST yesterday

Seriously look at her

Middle of season two felt maybe a little formulaic, with them trying to find a UI that would be the right one to cure over several episodes

That said I feel the ideas they explored with the various UI's where really interesting so I don't think its that big of an issue

From what I understand the show was always meant to be two seasons and the cancellation did not effect that, but I really wish the last two episodes could have been a whole season, there is so much interesting stuff going on there

Though I am impressed how much they managed to fit in those two episodes, in particular I liked seeing what Maddie was doing over the 20 years

Really wish we could have gotten a scene of Maddie deciding to upload if nothing else

definitely plan to rewatch the show at some point to see what I catch on a second go around

it might sound like I am being a bit more negative on season two, but I still really enjoyed it, and it got me thinking a lot, especially the last two episodes

Overall I would give it a 9/10

Seriously fuck AMC

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Thirty Six: Fangs, Flames, and Forbidden Love (And Also a Newspaper)

It started with a book.

A very specific book.

A thick, dog-eared paperback you found in a dusty crate on a merchant island—half-priced, slightly water-damaged, and titled “Blade to My Heart: Blood Feud, Book 3.”

It was enemies to lovers yaoi.

And not the subtle kind.

This was fanged warrior prince meets rival ex-assassin. Sworn enemies. Tragic pasts. Way too much unresolved sexual tension and shirt-tearing.

Naturally, you were hooked.

And naturally, you were hiding it.

You read in weird spots around the ship:

Inside a barrel in the storage room.

Wedged between the coils of rope.

Hanging upside down from the rigging.

Always with the cover wrapped in a newspaper, to avoid questions. You even scrawled “Advanced Cartography Theory” on it in messy pen.

Totally inconspicuous.

You would gasp, clutch your face, kick your little legs, and mutter things like:

“JUST KISS ALREADY, YOU COWARDS.”

Robin noticed immediately. She said nothing. She was waiting.

At supper, it all fell apart.

You were sitting at the table, bowl of soup half-forgotten as you read beneath the table, nose buried in “Advanced Cartography.”

Sanji leaned over your shoulder to refill your drink.

Paused.

Sniffed the air.

“…Why does that book smell like glue and thirst?”

You yelped, slamming it shut and stuffing it into your shirt like a gremlin hoarding secrets.

Zoro squinted. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.” you said too quickly.

Chopper peered over the table. “Are you... studying maps?”

“YES. Academic. Very cartographic.”

Robin sipped her tea. “How romantic.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You know.”

She smirked. “I know.”

Luffy blinked. “Is it treasure maps?”

Nami looked at you. “Are you reading about how to steal better?”

Sanji narrowed his eyes, suspicious. “...Is it about ME?”

You blinked. “What?”

“IS IT A JOURNAL?!”

Zoro crossed his arms. “Bet it’s weird.”

Usopp grinned. “Definitely weird.”

Brook: “Is it underwear-related?”

“NO!!”

Then—Zoro moved first.

A fast, sharp grab.

He snatched the newspaper-wrapped book from your arms before you could screech and dive under the table.

There was a beat of silence.

He stared at the cover.

Then slowly, slowly turned it to the group.

A shirtless man gripping another shirtless man by the jaw stared out from the cover, both surrounded by fire, swords, and tears.

“Blade to My Heart: Blood Feud, Book 3.”

Silence.

Absolute, horrified, glorious silence.

Then—

Robin: “Ah. Volume three. A classic.”

Sanji’s soul left his body.

Zoro made a noise somewhere between a cough and an offended grunt.

Luffy shouted, “IS THIS AN ANGRY KISSING BOOK?!”

You dove across the table and snatched it back, shoving it into your mouth for good measure.

“YOU’LL PRY IT FROM MY COLD, GAY PAWS.”

Nami just whispered, “...Book club starts tomorrow.”

You nodded slowly.

“…Deal.”

--

The next afternoon, something… sacred occurred in the girls’ room.

The crew thought you were napping.

You were not.

You, Nami, and Robin sat cross-legged in a loose triangle on Nami’s bed, the slightly worn copy of “Blade to My Heart: Blood Feud, Book 3” reverently placed in the center like an ancient relic.

Robin was holding it.

Nami had a glass of juice.

You had a pillow you were chewing.

The mood was serious.

Robin turned the page slowly, voice rich and calm.

“‘He raised his blade, the moonlight gleaming off the steel... but it was nothing compared to the gleam in his rival’s eyes.’”

You clutched the pillow tighter.

“‘Stop looking at me like that,’ whispered Caspian, blood still dripping from his cheek. ‘We’re enemies.’”

Nami gasped. “They kiss in like three pages. I read ahead.”

You screamed into the pillow. “NO SPOILERS!”

Robin continued, cool and collected:

“‘Maybe we were,’ murmured Veyron, stepping closer. ‘But I’m tired of fighting you... in every way but one.’”

“OH MY GOD—” you screeched, immediately rolling onto your back and kicking your legs in the air.

Nami flopped onto the mattress beside you. “It’s the eye contact. The rage eye contact. That’s the good stuff.”

“WHY IS THIS BOOK SO INTENSE?” you wailed, face in your hands.

Robin chuckled. “Volume four is better.”

“THERE’S A FOUR?!”

Nami smirked. “Five’s the one with the chains.”

You flatlined.

Outside the door, Sanji had his ear pressed to the wood, nosebleeding quietly. Zoro walked by, paused, and muttered, “Don’t. You’ll regret it.” Sanji sobbed, “It’s already too late.”

Back in the room, you sat up, tail twitching aggressively.

“Okay. My turn.”

You cleared your throat, took the book, and began reading with more dramatic fervor than necessary.

“‘Veyron pressed him against the wall, breath hot against Caspian's jaw. Their swords clattered to the floor—finally, they could be vulnerable. Finally... there were no more lies.’”

Robin clapped softly.

Nami wiped a tear.

You placed the book down gently. “We should get matching jackets.”

“Book club jackets?” Robin asked.

“No—Blood Feud jackets. Like a gang. A gay gang.”

“...I’m in,” Nami said.

“Absolutely,” Robin nodded.

And so the dramatic reading sessions began.

Every afternoon. Dramatic voice. Emotional commentary. Many, many squeals.

You lived. You lived for the drama.

-

It was bound to happen.

The whispering. The giggling. The mysterious shrieks of “OH MY GOD THEY’RE TOUCHING FACES AGAIN!” coming from the girls’ quarters every afternoon.

Eventually, the boys had questions.

And insecurities.

Mostly from Luffy, who peeked into the galley one day and asked:

“Why don’t we get to yell about the face-touching?”

Usopp gasped. “There’s face-touching?”

Chopper blinked. “Are there… emotional breakthroughs?!”

Sanji, still bleeding emotionally from the last eavesdrop, mumbled, “Whatever it is, they’re bonding without us.”

Zoro grunted from the corner, clearly pretending not to care.

Brook, naturally, said, “If it involves passion, I must bear witness!”

So, after days of overhearing screams and muffled crying, the boys confronted you.

At lunch.

Together.

Zoro included, though he’d sworn he was above this.

Luffy leaned across the table, mouth full of rice. “We want in.”

You blinked. “In?”

“In the dramatic book thing. The yelling thing. The whatever’s going on in there thing!”

You stared at him.

Then at Zoro.

Then at Sanji—who looked suspiciously hopeful.

“…You want to join book club?”

Chopper nodded quickly. “For... educational reasons.”

Brook tipped his hat. “For culture.”

You grinned.

Robin sipped her tea, deeply amused. “They’re not ready.”

Nami leaned back, smirking. “Let them learn.”

Book Club: Boy Edition.

They all gathered in the girls’ room that evening, sitting awkwardly on the floor.

You handed out assigned roles.

Luffy: Caspian. Zoro: Veyron. Sanji: Narrator (you couldn’t trust him with a lead). Brook: Dramatic soundtrack. Usopp: Stage directions. Chopper: Emotional support bean.

The boys exchanged glances, suddenly unsure.

You cleared your throat and opened to Chapter 27.

“Caspian pushed Veyron against the wall, panting. 'You don’t get to die on me, bastard.'”

Luffy squinted. “Wait. Why am I touching him?”

Zoro scowled. “Why is he touching me.”

“Because!” you cried. “It’s enemies to lovers!! Now shut up and commit to the sexual tension!”

Sanji, blushing furiously, read: “Veyron’s fingers trembled as they brushed the edge of Caspian's jaw. He hated him. God, he hated him... but not enough to walk away.”

Zoro stood up. “I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not,” Nami said, foot on the door. “You committed.”

Robin handed Zoro a prop sword. “Channel the pain.”

Usopp read the next stage direction: “Insert longing eye contact and slightly trembling lips.”

Zoro twitched. Luffy looked genuinely confused. “Tremble what?”

Brook began softly playing a tragic violin melody in the corner.

You were vibrating with joy.

Ten painful, glorious minutes later:

Zoro was hiding in his shirt.

Sanji was malfunctioning mid-narration.

Chopper was crying into a pillow.

Usopp was yelling, “OH MY GOD THEY’RE FINALLY KISSING—wait, no, swordfight again.”

And Luffy, still confused, asked, “...Wait, when do we fight the dragon?”

You clapped your hands together. “Book club is going great.”

The boys left the room an hour later, dazed and emotionally overwhelmed.

Robin called after them, “Next week is the tent scene.”

You grinned, holding the book like a sacred scroll.

“Let me know when you’re ready for Book Four.”

Zoro swore he’d never return.

He came back two days later.

With a different shirt.

[blog-sekai]

Unit Introduction: Mirror's|Reflection

Four "childhood friends" re-connect and re-discover who they can be together...

*text heavy!!!!! I cannot draw & havent made picrews or anything yet

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About Mirror's|Reflection

They're a system! Caspian is the host & spends the most time at front. Their origin will intentionally be left ambiguous to prevent The Discourse(tm) from taking root.

The line dividing the two words of their unit name represents a mirror; their unit name invokes what's like to stand between two mirrors facing each other, and seeing countless reflections all around you.

They're a standard-enough band, having a sound that's not dissimilar to leo/NEED - this is likely because they're all musicians and have been for quite some time. A lot of their music is about identity/general "I want" songs, as well as songs about relationships - specifically platonic & familial relationships.

The other members are able to manifest in SEKAI - they can trade off who fronts by passing each other Caspian's cell phone. Depending on who's fronting, the body's eye color & the color of their hair's highlights will change.

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Caspian Hooks

Birthday: Oct 17

Height: 5'9.5" / 177cm

Hobbies: Doodling, Swimming

Specialty: Making Flash Cards

Favorite Food: Gummy Worms

Least Favorite Food: Spicy Things

Dislikes: Studying

Caspian is Alice's younger brother. They clashed a lot as kids, but have learned it's okay to rely on each other now that they're both struggling in high school. He plays the guitar, but like Alice, he started out by learning the piano. Caspian finds the ocean deeply comforting, as his childhood home was a short walk from the beach.

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Blaze

Birthday: April 7

Height: 5'9.5" / 177cm

Hobbies: Martial Arts, Chess

Specialty: Origami

Favorite Food: Instant Noodles

Least Favorite Food: Sweets

Dislikes: Practice

Blaze has been around second-longest, after Caspian. They were incredibly close as kids but drifted apart and eventually, like the others, he was suppressed. Blaze is short-tempered and is deeply upset at being ignored/forgotten, but more than that, what really pisses him off is when people treat others/the body poorly. He plays the keyboard/synth and actually kinda shreds at the keytar.

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Aloe

Birthday: April 22

Height: 5'9.5" / 177cm

Hobbies: Caring for Succulents, Taking Naps

Specialty: Patience

Favorite Food: Melon Bread

Least Favorite Food: Sushi

Dislikes: The Cold

Aloe helps a lot with soothing tensions between band members, as she hates conflict and would like to live in harmony with everyone. She's fairly laid-back, and likes to do things at her own pace, but takes her interests and the band very seriously. The others mainly ask her to front when they're having trouble sleeping. She plays the bass for the band and can also play the saxophone reasonably well, too.

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Gail

Birthday: June 18

Height: 5'9.5" / 177cm

Hobbies: Finding Deals, Fashion

Specialty: Studying

Favorite Food: Korean BBQ

Least Favorite Food: Sandwiches

Dislikes: Loud Noise

Gail very rarely fronts, because she is the most uncomfortable with the body's assigned gender. She's indisputably the smartest in the group, so the others often go to her for help with homework and studying; Gail does genuinely enjoy learning things, so she'll often only ask to front if the others are struggling with paying attention in class. For the band, Gail plays the drums, but she's also really good with the viola.

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Sekai: Ocean SEKAI

Unit Virtual Singers:

Hatsune Miku: In SEKAI, she's dressed like a pirate, and helps with navigating the ship. She often gets the others into trouble more than she genuinely helps, but things tend to work out in the end regardless.

Otomachi Una: In SEKAI, she helps Miku with ship repairs. Spicy-Una also mans the cannons when various sea beasties attack, while Sweet-Una helps in the galley, although her skill leaves much to be desired.