#Gwendolyn child of m

[m-the-god]

Intro

I cant handle the tight enclosed spaces even through characters it’s very triggering please don’t

Mictlāntēcutli, who allows people to call him M, is an Aztec(Mexica) deity of the underworld. He is also father to @aspenvelaz, @leo-velaz, @mictlans-residents, and @velaz-kids as well as others who may pop up later. He eats people because yummy~

He’s also made entirely of red bone. And he’s ruthless.

Mictlāntēcutli(he/they/it):

“Speaking.”

*Actions.*

‘Thoughts’

‘Mind conversation’

‘M’s wife in his mind’

‘💀Aspen in M’s mind💀’

‘🫀Leo in M’s mind🫀’

‘✨Mara in M’s mind✨’

‘꧁Noxie in M’s mind꧂’

‘⁂Quinn in M’s mind⁂’

’•Orion in M’s mind•’

‘✽Maria in M’s mind✽’

‘✩Airam in M’s mind✩’

‘ఌNico in M’s mindఌ’

(Note: I do not play Maria Airam or Nico my brother does)

M’s stolen human child:

£Speaking£

Mod(he/she):

(Ooc speaking)

Mods main is @aspenvelaz

Fun little mythology info that’ll add into the lore:

[m-the-god]

*crying*

£HEY£

*Shaking him*

- @m-the-god (Gwen)

*He reluctantly wakes up...covered in glitter* "Hmmmmmh?- Oh damn yer still alive?"

[onastarstring]

Satellite Part 1

Masterlist Part Two

Fresh off his first solo tour, Harry unexpectedly runs into a childhood friend. When it becomes clear that the intervening years have not been as kind to Violet as they’ve been to him, he vows to do whatever he can to help her and her infant daughter—so long as he can keep his lingering feelings for her under control.

Okay, two important notes before we start;

This is my first fic in a really long time. Concrit is welcome, but please be gentle.

This honestly started as a sort of personal project/vent fic, and the whole series is going to touch on some sensitive topics. A lot of Violet's past experiences are somewhat based on my own, and I began writing this, initially, because it was very cathartic. All of that is to say that if you are not in a place to read about past child abouse/neglect and sexual assault (will be discussed but not explicitly depicted) or mental health issues such as depression and anxiety, some mild self-destructive behaviors, or poor living contitions/food insecurity, then please skip this fic. Your mental wellbeing is wayyyyy more important than a silly little story.

The best way to welcome one's son home after he's been gone on tour for nearly a year is to send him a grocery list.

Apparently.

Harry didn't mind, of course–especially not when he knew he'd be getting a proper, home-cooked meal out of it. But still, he couldn't deny that what he really wanted to be doing was taking a nap, and he wasn't the only one, if the crying baby at the other end of the bread aisle was any indication.

He looked up, expecting to exchange sympathetic smiles with the crying child's parents, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.

“Violet?”

She jumped, dropping her shopping basket as her arms crossed protectively over the baby, who was secured in some sort of complicated looking fabric harness.

“H- Harry?” Her big, brown eyes were wide behind her coke-bottle glasses.

“God, it's been ages,” he said, his heart in his throat. “How are you?”

“’M alright… Are–I mean, I suppose you're doing well?”

“I am, yeah.” He knelt to pick up her basket. “Babysitting?”

“Oh, no. She, er–she's mine.”

“Oh.” He paused for a moment, shocked. “What, er, what's her name?”

“Gwendolyn.” She adjusted the harness, allowing him a peek at the tiny baby.

Tentatively, he stroked her cheek. “She's darling. How old is she?”

“Three months.”

“Your parents must be so happy.”

She looked down, rubbing the baby's back soothingly. “Not really…”

He raised his eyebrows, studying her for a moment. Her features were the same, but up close, he could see that the girl who'd grown up down the street was gone. The neat ginger plaits she'd worn her hair in had given way to a hasty ponytail. Her freckles were stark on her pallid skin, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Her clothes were worse for wear, and even her glasses seemed to have been snapped in half and taped back together.

“Oh?”

She cleared her throat. “It was nice to see you, Harry, but I've got to get her home.”

He glanced down at her shopping basket, which he still held. “Is there anything else you need? I'm just grabbing a few things for my mum, and it looks like you've got your hands full.”

She hesitated for a moment. “No, that's… that's all. You don't have to carry that, I can-”

“It's no trouble, Vi. It's the least I could do after you spent all those years helping me with maths.”

A feeble smile crossed her face. “Thank you.”

“Don't mention it.”

They walked in companionable- if somewhat tense- silence. Harry watched her soothing little Gwen, noting how jumpy she seemed. Violet had always been a shy girl, very bright but very sheltered. Her parents were infamously overprotective. He wasn't sure she'd ever been allowed to go over to a friend's house, and, outside of school, he'd only been able to interact with her while they sat at her family's kitchen table, studying together while her mother watched them like a hawk. She'd always been given to a bit of anxiety, but now… it was as if she was truly afraid of some unseen n'ere-do-well.

At the checkout counter, she seemed to be adding up the cost of each item as she removed it from the basket. Two pints of milk, a small package of store brand nappies, a jar of peanut butter, three of those horrible, mealy apples, and a battered box of granola bars that had been marked clearance.

She chewed her lip as she counted the bills in her wallet, glancing back at the total on the register with tears in her eyes. “I… I guess I'll have to put a few things-”

“Just add hers to mine,” Harry cut in, smiling at the cashier, an acne riddled teen who couldn't have looked less excited about his job if he tried.

Violet stared at him for a moment. “Harry-”

“It's not a big deal. It's a drop in the bucket for me, if that.”

“You always were too kind to me,” she murmured.

“What are friends for?” He took their bags, watching as she tugged her jacket around the baby. “Did you drive?”

She shook her head. “I don't have a car, I just walk.”

It was mid-July, but it wasn't a particularly warm day, and as they approached the door, he could see that the wind and rain had picked up.

“You'll blow away out there. Let me give you a lift, yeah?”

She glanced out at the rain and relented, shoulders sagging. “Alright.”

He smiled and placed a gentle hand on her back, guiding her out the door. Violent hunched over, trying to shield the baby from the rain as Harry unlocked the doors of his car. He opened the passenger door for her, making sure she was settled before depositing their bags in the back seat and settling himself behind the steering wheel.

“I'll admit, I was a bit surprised to see you so far from home. You're living around here now?”

“I came out here for uni,” she said softly. “Turn right here.”

He followed her directions to a rather unsavory part of the city, and when she indicated the building in which she lived, a chill went down his spine.

“You live here?” He couldn't hide the horror in his voice as he watch a fat rat scurry across the crumbling cement steps of the derelict building.

“It's not that bad on the inside, really.”

He turned to her, bewildered.

“It's a roof over our heads.”

“Violet, the biggest rat I've ever seen is living under the steps! I can't believe your parents would let you live here- or your husband, for that matter.”

“’M not married. It's just the two of us.”

Oh.

“I… I'm sorry, I didn’t realize.” He tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered at her words.

“’S alright.”

He hurried to get out of the car, hoping she hadn't noticed his embarrassment. “Here, I'll get your bag.”

She nodded, seemingly resigned to him helping.

The lobby of the building- if one could call it that- was dim, lit by a single, bare bulb which hung sadly from the ceiling. The chipped and stained linoleum floor was caked in a layer of grime, and he couldn't tell if the hideous wallpaper had yellowed with age or if it was meant to be that color.

In the corner by the lift (which was sealed off with caution tape), stood a card table, covered with errant papers, magazines, and an overflowing ashtray.

Violet nodded to the staircase, the door to which was propped open with a breeze block.

“How long has the lift been out?”

“Since before I moved in,” she said, mounting the steep, rickety metal stairs.

“And how long ago was that?”

She hesitated for a moment. “Nearly a year.”

He paused. “You were going up and down these stairs while you were pregnant?”

She didn't respond, just kept trudging on up to the fourth floor landing, which spat them out into a hallway that was as dim and dingy as the lobby, now with the added benefit of mildewed carpet.

Aside from the one that led to the stairs, there were four doors, two on either side of the hall. Violet led him to the left door on the front side of the building. She snatched the yellow slip of paper that had been taped to the door, but not before he saw the words Eviction Notice printed in bold letters across the top.

“The lock sticks sometimes,” she explained as she leaned on the flimsy door, twisting the key.

“I'll give it a shot.”

Violet stepped back reluctantly, and he took her place, putting as much force as he could into turning the key. Finally, it turned, and he opened the door, his heart sinking.

The flat was tiny, the only light coming in through a small, cracked window. On the far wall, under the window, was a sagging sofa with a pillow propped against the armrest and a blanket draped over the back. On one side of the sofa, a small dresser seemed to double as an end table, and a bassinet- propped up on a stack of phone books and magazines where one of the legs was broken- sat on the other side. To the right was a door that presumably led to the washroom, and a flimsy accordion door, left half open to reveal a closet, which contained a single broom. To the left, a kitchenette with a stove, a small refrigerator, and a steadily dripping sink.

“Vi…”

“Please don’t. I… I know.”

Harry turned, taking in the water-stained ceiling, the peeling wallpaper, the wind rattling the glass in the window. When he looked back at Violet, tears were streaming down her face.

“I can’t lose her, Harry. She’s the only family I have. Please don’t-”

“Oh, Violet…” He slipped his arms around her.

She stiffened at first, but just for a moment.

“Let me help you. Please.”

“You’ve already done so much, I can’t ask you to-”

“You’re not the one asking. I am. Vi, I have a place of my own, a spare room with a warm bed. You’re my friend, and I can’t let you live like this, especially not when there’s a child involved.”

“We haven’t seen each other for nearly six years, Harry.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re my friend. If something were to happen to you, or, god forbid, to Gwen… Please, Vi.”

She sniffled, looking down at the baby, who had finally fallen asleep. “Alright. Alright.”

He squeezed her hands. “Let’s get your things gathered up, yeah? I was going to my mum’s, I know she’d be happy to see you, and I think she still has some of mine and Gemma’s baby things. We’ll get a good meal in you, get you set up with anything you need.”

Violet nodded, quietly resigned to accepting his help. From the closet, she produced a backpack and the old duffle bag Harry knew had once carried her pointe shoes and leotards. He couldn't help the pang of anger he felt, watching her move about the small space, gathering her meager possessions. Had her parents been so cruel as to deny her her own clothes, her beloved books, her childhood mementos? Nearly everything in the flat seemed to be at least second hand, and he suspected that the sofa and dresser had come with the place.

It only took a few minutes for them to pack the bags, mostly with Gwen's clothes and other baby supplies.

Harry picked up the backpack and slung the duffle bag over his shoulder. “Is that everything?”

Violet nodded, chewing nervously at her fingernails.

“Come on, then.” He held out his hand.

She took it and offered a small weary smile as he led her back down to the lobby. She paused for a moment to drop the yellow paper and her key on the table, then hurried to the door.

“You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to, you know. We can just tell Mum that you’re staying with me for a little while and leave it at that,” Harry assured as he once again opened the car door for her.

“That would probably be best.” She climbed into the car, rubbing Gwen's back soothingly.

They were both quiet for a while, Violet resting her head against the window as Harry navigated through the city. The rain was coming down harder, and the subtle electric buzz of an impending thunderstorm was in the air. It wasn't until they were on a quieter, more suburban street that Harry spoke again.

“I'm always here to listen, if you want to talk.”

“There’s really not much to say.”

“Still… You’re not alone. Not now. Not ever again, if I have anything to say about it.”

She glanced over at him. “Why are you doing all this, Harry?”

He sighed.

Because I was in love with you. Because I might still be. Because I know you wouldn't have put yourself in this position willingly.

“Because I care about you.”

She fell silent again, turning back to the window.

Harry pulled into the driveway just as the first bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

“Oh, please don’t wake up now,” Violet whispered, trying to soothe the startled baby.

Harry hurried to grab the groceries and Violet’s backpack, into which they’d packed Gwen’s things, and made his way to the passenger side. He shrugged his jacket off, draping it over Violet’s shoulders as Gwen wailed miserably. “That’s an impressive set of lungs she’s got. Come on, let’s get you inside before-”

“There you are! Harry, I was beginning to worry- And… oh my days, Violet Warren?” Anne stood in the doorway, tea towel in hand. “Come in, come in, before you catch cold.”

She ushered them inside, giving Harry a quick hug before turning to Violet.

“Oh, Violet, it’s so good to see you, dear. And who is this little one?”

Violet blushed, still trying to calm the baby. “Oh, i- it’s nice to see you too. Er, this is Gwen, my daughter. I’m sorry, it’s a bit past the time she’d normally eat, she’s not normally this fussy.”

“You’re alright dear. I can see about warming up a bottle, or if you just need a private place, you’re welcome to use the bedroom.”

“That would be wonderful, thank you, Anne.”

She smiled. “It’s no trouble. Just down the hall and to the left, dear.”

Violet nodded appreciatively and disappeared down the hall.

“I hope you don’t mind my bringing her,” Harry said softly, following Anne into the kitchen. “I ran into her at the shops, and…”

“It’s perfectly alright, love. I’ve always been fond of her. The poor dear, I’d heard that she’d had a falling out with her parents, but…” She shook her head sadly.

“Actually, that’s sort of why she’s with me.”

“Oh?”

“I offered her a lift home from the shop…” He paused, trying to stop the tears that were quickly forming in his eyes. “She’s been living in the most horrible little flat. I mean, it wasn’t fit for wild animals, let alone people.”

“Was it a counsel flat? Surely there should be someone checking in, making sure it’s safe?”

“I doubt it, if the eviction notice on her door was any indication. Do you need any help?”

Anne shook her head, filling the tea kettle and switching it on. “No, no. Dinner will be ready soon, you just sit down, your sister should be here soon, and then we can eat. She was being evicted?”

Harry sat at the kitchen table, running a hand through his hair. “I guess so. I didn’t think twice about it, I just asked her to stay with me. It took a bit of convincing, but she agreed.” He glanced up and, upon seeing his mother's bemused expression, added, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I just think it’s sweet that you still care about her so much.”

He shook his head. “I couldn’t let her keep living like that, or worse.” He paused. “Do you still have my old cot? Little Gwen is going to need a place to sleep, and on such short notice…”

“It should be up in the attic. The frame and the mattress should be up there, and the changing table. I think there’s a box with blankets and things… Please don’t tell me you drove all the way here without a car seat for her.”

He wilted a bit. “Well…”

Anne sighed. “There should be one up there, as well. I’ll help you bring everything down.”

“I’ve got it, Mum. You just stay here and make sure Vi’s alright, yeah?”

“Alright, dear.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “But be careful, just because things are disassembled doesn’t mean they aren’t heavy.”

“I will, don’t worry,” He said, already heading for the stairs.

By the time Harry came back down with the first load of baby furniture, Gemma had arrived and joined their mother and Violet in the kitchen.

“-should be very proud of him.”

“Oh, we are. Though I can't say I'm surprised, he always had a soft spot for you, dear.”

Gemma laughed. “He was absolutely in love.”

He blushed, hurrying out to the car before he overheard any more of their reminiscing.

In the kitchen, Violet sat, sipping from a large cup of chamomile tea while Anne and Gemma fussed over the baby.

“I can't get over her hair,” Anne cooed, gingerly stroking Gwen's wispy auburn curls. “She looks just like you, dear.”

Violet offered a small smile, glancing up as Harry entered the room.

"I found the old travel cot, and I've got everything else loaded in the car. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were hoping to pass all this down to one of us, Mum " He teased, setting the cot up by Violet’s seat.

“One can only hope,” she said with a laugh. “For now though, I'm happy to see it all put to good use.”

“Thank you so much, Anne. You don't know how much this means to me,” Violet said.

Anne smiled and rubbed her shoulder tenderly. “No need to thank me, dear. I'd rather it be put to use than have it sitting up there collecting dust.”

Violet smiled and stood, gently laying Gwen in the cot.

“Now then, why don't you set the table, Harry- and Gemma, would you mind helping me put the finishing touches on the roast?”

Violet moved to help Harry, gathering plates from the cupboard.

“You don’t have to help, you know. You're a guest.”

She leveled her eyes at him from across the table. “I like to feel useful.”

He sighed. “Okay.”

Dinner was a quiet matter. Most of the conversation came from Anne and Gemma asking Harry about the tour, which Violet was glad for. She'd never been very good at making conversation–a side effect of her sheltered upbringing–and she was still quite overwhelmed by the day's events.

How strange it is, she thought, to be sitting here, listening to him talk about all the wonderful places he's been.

As a teenager, she’d longed to be able to talk to him without the imposing presence of her mother. He was one of the few people at school to be outwardly nice to her, rather than pretending she just didn't exist. She was sure that her mother had picked up on the schoolgirl crush she'd developed for him, if the smug look she wore for weeks after he'd gone off to be on X Factor was any indication.

“Well, he's headed for a life of sex, drugs, and rock and roll,” she'd said. “And that's exactly why your father and I wish you'd give up all this art nonsense. You're a bright young lady, it would be a crime to waste your potential like that.”

Maybe she was right.

“–Violet?”

She jumped, startled.

“Everything alright, love,” Anne asked.

“I- yes, I was just… lost in thought.” She blushed.

Anne gave her a tender smile, reaching across the table to pat her hand. “Would anyone like some more potatoes?”

“No, thank you,” Violet mumbled.

“I suppose you three should be headed home soon. It's been a long day.”

Harry stood. “Are you sure you don't want me to-”

“Harry,” Anne said softly, taking his plate. “Go home, love.”

He smiled. “Yes, Mum.”

After giving both his mother and sister a hug, he folded up the travel cot and took Violet’s backpack.

“Shall we?”

Violet nodded, cradling a still sleeping Gwen in her arms. “Thank you again, Anne. I really can't thank you enough.”

“You don't need to thank me at all, love. You're family, and you're always welcome here.” She gave Violet a kiss on the cheek before turning to her son. “You be careful on the way home. You've got precious cargo.”

“I will.” He kissed her cheek and ushered Violet back to the car.

The rain had stopped by then, and as she bent to secure Gwen in the car seat, the light of the setting sun made Violet’s hair glow like a curtain of fire.

Harry shook his head as if to dislodge the thought. “All set, then?”

Violet nodded, rubbing at her temples.

“Let's get you home.”

“Sorry ‘bout the mess,” Harry mumbled as he led Violet into his house. “Haven't had time to unpack yet.”

“It's alright. I can help you, if you'd like.”

He chuckled, motioning for her to follow him upstairs. “Should probably get you two set up, first. First door on the left is my room, we'll put you across the hall.”

He opened the door, stepping back to let her enter first.

Violet’s eyes went wide as she stepped into the spacious room. “A canopy bed?”

Harry shrugged. “I set this room up for Mum before she moved. She said it made her feel like a princess.”

“I can imagine…”

Harry set her bags down on the bed. “That door's the closet- there's spare sheets on the shelf- the other's the washroom. Should be clean towels in the cabinet.” He looked around. “Why don't you start unpacking while I bring the crib in?”

Violet nodded, still processing that this room would be hers. Two large windows overlooked the garden, with sheer curtains—cream with spring green embroidery—that matched the duvet's colors. She perched hesitantly on the bed. The wallpaper's faint trellis pattern added to the room's gentle femininity, though the pale green bedding gave it a slightly clinical feel. Still, she couldn't deny it was a beautiful room, far nicer than she felt she deserved.

“Well, I suppose we should get our things sorted,” she said, pressing a soft kiss to Gwen’s forehead as she adjusted the harness a bit.

As Harry brought up the disassembled crib and changing table, Violet laid the contents of her bags out on the bed, sorting everything into neat piles.

“Should be some hangers in the closet,” Harry said, eyeing the small array sadly. Seeing it all laid out like this, it struck him how little they really had. Most of it was Gwen’s- her little clothes, baby shampoo, swaddling blankets- Violet had a few changes of clothes, a toothbrush, soap, and little else.

Not anymore, he thought. From now on, they’ll have everything they need, and more.

“I think I’m going to give her a bath, unless you need my help?”

He looked up. “No, I’ve got it.”

Violet smiled, scooping up Gwen and carrying her to the bathroom, leaving Harry to the furniture assembly.

“There we are, little love, fresh and clean and ready for bed,” Violet cooed as she stepped back into the bedroom.

Harry looked up, setting aside the instruction booklet for the changing table. “The cot’s all set. Oh, look at you in your little duckie jim-jams,” he murmured, reaching to stroke the baby's cheek.

Gwen gurgled happily from her mother’s arms, her tiny hand wrapping around his finger.

Violet’s heart ached at the sight. “She must really like you.”

He grinned down at the baby. “The feeling’s mutual.” He turned back to Violet, hoping she didn’t notice the tears in his eyes. “I’m almost done with the changing table. If you’d like to take a shower, I can keep an eye on her for you.”

“That… That would be very nice, thank you,” she said, gently laying Gwen in the cot.

“’S no trouble.” Harry offered a lopsided grin. “Besides, I’m sure you’d like to relax a bit. It’s been a long day.”

“That it has,” she agreed, taking her pyjamas from the bed.

She stepped into the bathroom, flicked the light off, and turned the shower on. In the dark, with tendrils of steam curling up around her, she sank to the floor. The cleansing heat of the water melted away the tension in her body, if only for a moment, and she began to cry.

“I failed,” **she mumbled, pulling her knees up to her chest. “I couldn’t even care for my own daughter. And now… now I'm here, taking advantage of poor Harry.”

She brought her fists down on her thighs, two sharp strikes to the already bruised flesh. It hurt more there—a long-winded, throbbing ache that reared its head every time she took a step—than her mother's quick slaps ever had.

Slowly, she dragged herself to her feet, taking up a flannel and the bar of soap.

“Your mummy loves you so much, little one,” Harry murmured, gazing down at the infant, who had once again wrapped her tiny hand around his finger with remarkable strength. “She's so brave… soon you'll get to know the bright girl that I remember. I promise, I'm gonna help you both in any way I can.”

The bathroom door opened, and he looked up with a smile. “She's almost asleep.”

Violet—flushed pink from the hot water and dressed in button-up pyjamas—crept over, smiling when she saw how Gwen was clinging to his finger. “She's not usually so fond of strangers,” she whispered. “When I had our neighbor, old Mrs. Thomas, watch her for a little while, she put up such a fuss…”

Harry looked back at the baby, trying to ignore the fluttering of his heart as Violet’s arm brushed against his. “I suppose you're both tired.” Carefully, he slipped his hand from Gwen's grasp. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

For a moment, she half expected him to lean down and press his lips to her forehead—but, of course, he didn't.

“I'll, er, I'll be across the hall,” he mumbled, hurrying out of the room as if he'd been burned.

Harry lay in his bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling, for what must have been hours.

He'd nearly kissed her.

Standing there, her hair falling in damp curls halfway down her back, she'd been so beautiful. The sight would have driven his teenaged self mad with want, but now…

Now he wanted to hold her, to comfort her.

He knew, however, that this was not the time.

She'd made it clear that she felt she owed him, and he wouldn't take advantage of that, intentionally or not–especially when he could tell that there was more to her story than what she'd shared.

He sighed and glanced at his alarm clock, which kindly informed him that it was nearly midnight. His fingers itched for the journal on his nightstand, desperate to jot down the half-formed lyrics that buzzed in his brain like an infestation of lovesick honeybees.

That's when he heard it–Gwen crying.

It was faint at first, but quickly built to proper wailing.

He waited for a moment before stuffing his feet into his slippers and pulling a blanket over his shoulders.

Weary from the day's events, he didn't think twice before opening the door to Violet’s room, though he instantly regretted it.

She was on the bed, her pyjama top unbuttoned, tears streaming down her face as she cradled Gwen in her arms. When she heard the door, she froze, looking up at him like a deer in the headlights.

“S- sorry, I-”

She hurried to cover herself. “I didn't mean to wake you-”

“No, I was already awake, I just… I'm sorry, I should have knocked. I just heard her crying and thought I should check on you.” He averted his eyes, but his face was burning. “Do you… need anything?”

“No, thank you.”

Harry nodded, backing away and closing her door as quietly as possible.

“Damnit,” he hissed, returning to his own bed.

For a brief moment, before she'd detected his presence, they'd looked almost like a painting–a modern Madonna and child, both dressed in threadbare pyjamas and bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp. But the moment she noticed him, fear had flashed in her eyes.

[morrigan-sims]

OC A-Zs / OC Alphabet

I was tagged by @someone-elsa to show off one of my sims for each letter of the alphabet. (Fancy graphic optional, but I love playing in photoshop too much not to make a little graphic.) I could have made this a lot easier by including other characters that I've made sims of (Yasha and Nocticula, for example) but I decided to be strict about it and stick to my own OCs/sims. Surprising to absolutely no one, it ended up being very heavy on the D&D characters, though a decent number of RTQ/ATQH characters (the ones that I created) made it onto the list.

[a (very long) guide to who's who under the cut!] (and I do mean long. You have been warned.)

A - Avra Shadowbreath [D&D]

(she/her) My shadar-kai/reborn phantom rogue from my ongoing Curse of Strahd campaign. Devout worshipper of the Raven Queen, and a massive hypocrite. Kind of a bitch sometimes. Legally and biologically dead. Also a werewolf now.

B - Byron Lockwood [D&D NPC]

(he/him) Rook's least interesting half-brother. The "forgotten" middle child of Lord Alistair and Lady Evangeline Lockwood. Extremely boring. Only Lockwood brother with a job (and shockingly he's not terrible at it). The worst combo of all your shitty bosses.

C - Carrion Vice [D&D]

(he/him) My second-favorite OC at the moment. Biologically a tiefling but mechanically a beasthide shifter. Path of the Fractured barbarian. Transforms into a fucked-up monster when he rages. In an ongoing Dungeons of Drakkenheim campaign.

D - Daldinia Veneta [D&D, misc]

(she/her) A sim I made for my random D&D CAS challenge and now want to play for real someday. Reborn circle of spores druid. Named after one or two species of fungi.

E - Elira "Ellie" Duskstep [D&D]

(she/her) High elf abjuration wizard who I might never play, but I love none the less. Very autistic. Has a grey cat familiar.

F - Fallon Oakes [RTQ/ATQH]

(she/her) My queen, the first love of my life, the woman who changed my life. Queen of Anvia and the protagonist of my story. Stubborn as hell. Thinks she has to do everything alone.

G - Gwendolyn [misc]

(she/her) The hypothetical child of Amelie (I can't find the pics I know I posted of her??) and Adrian. I don't know much else about her. She was really just a CAS experiment.

H - Havoc [D&D, Video Games]

(they/them) A tiefling swords bard who stared out as a random sim, became a dnd character idea, and then ended up being my first Tav for BG3.

I - Irina [misc]

(she/her) One of two sims I have named Irina, who hilariously were both made for other simblrs. Made for @/wildfairies ages ago. A classy vampire lady.

J - Jay [D&D NPC]

(she/her) Elf. A former member of the crew of the Tide Breaker, and Rook's only friend before meeting the Vanguard (our dnd party). Made a very brief appearance in-campaign to save Rook's life before being tragically eaten by a giant rainbow snake.

K - Kholl [D&D NPC]

(he/him) Elf. Former surgeon of the Tide Breaker. Jay's mentor. Dragged Rook back from the edge of death more times than he should have had to.

L - Laverna Rosefist [D&D]

(she/they) Tiefling thief rogue. The first dnd character I ever made. Originally made for a simblr thing. Has gone through several iterations before reaching her current (and final) form. A (seemingly inevitable) product of my obsession with both tieflings and rogues.

M - Morana Novak [D&D]

(she/her) Fetchling curse patron witch for a Pathfinder game I'll eventually be playing in. Necromancer. Very practical about death. Has a sketchbook full of detailed drawings and observations about corpses she encounters. Nicknamed "mortician" by one of her party members. Her familiar is a raven named Miro. Autistic as hell and has no empathy whatsoever.

N - ?

O - Odynia Adrasteia Erinyes [D&D]

(she/her) Aasimar vengeance paladin (with a dip into hexblade warlock) sworn to Nemesis. Currently playing in a Greek mythology themed campaign. Made a literal "eye-for-an-eye" exchange. Charged with keeping a man alive who kind of doesn't want to be alive.

P - ?

Q - ?

R - Rook [D&D]

(he/him) My favorite OC of all time, my beloved idiot bastard man, the love of my life. Half (wood) elf swashbuckler rogue. Bastard son of a nobleman who ran away and became a pirate. Compulsive liar and Very Good At It. Chaotic motherfucker. Accidentally made the BBEG get very attached to him (and he to the BBEG). My little punching bag. Had daddy issues. All his parental figures end up shitty or dead.

S - Sera [Video Games]

(she/her) My PC for my first playthrough of Pathfinder: Kingmaker. An aasimar traditional monk. Has an AC of 50 and can make up to 8 attacks in one turn. Never takes her halo off.

T - Tessa Smallwood [RTQ/ATQH]

(she/her) The palace healer at the royal palace of Anvia, near Carisfell. The sweetest person you'll ever meet, but will ask you to please take care of yourself. (A hard ask if you're Fallon, apparently.)

U - ?

V - Val (Kyron Valris) [D&D]

(they/them) Tiefling hexblade warlock. Captain of the smuggling ship the Devil's Scorn. Hired by the Vanguard to chase down Captain Wolf in order to rescue Rook after he was kidnapped. (Aka, my temporary character when he was gone.) Former gang member. Criminal with strict morals. Has more common sense than the entire Vanguard put together. Still isn't entirely sure whether or not they regret taking this job.

W - Wymond of Oryn [RTQ/ATQH]

(he/him) Fallon's biological father. Member of a low-level noble house from the neighboring kingdom of Oryn. A lying, traitorous piece of shit who is directly responsible for the death of Fallon's mother. The only thing he and Fallon have in common is their eyes.

X - Xavier Blackthorne [RTQ/ATQH]

(he/him) Fallon's emotional father, even though she would deny this. Her mother's personal guard before her death, now the captain of Fallon's guard. The nicest man you'll ever meet. Has a habit of collecting strays. No biological kids, but the strongest dad energy in all of Anvia.

Y - ?

Z - Zenara "Zen" Raventhorn [D&D]

(they/them) Tiefling fiend warlock. The first dnd character I ever played. An accidental result of my Mighty Nein obsession. Occasionally gets possessed by their patron and wakes up in the middle of a mess with surprise new powers as an "apology".

[wardenrainwall]

Hi! For the wip meme, i'd love to know more about the nightmares one and Lou and Bae

Okay, so the Nightmares is an attempted rewrite(with plot!) of one I'd done a few snippets of. Cullen has a daughter, who everyone in the Inquisition adores, including the dwarven inquisitor who is struggling to come to terms with her new lot in life, along with the very vivid dreams and nightmares.

“It wasn’t real,” she murmured to herself in quiet reassurance. “This is what is real. You’re not trapped in the deep roads. You’re not in a cave. The sky is above you and you can breathe-” her breath hitched on a half sob. Flexing her left hand, she held it out before her and stared at the green glow. “This is real, and it fucking hurts.” Tipping her head back, she looked up at the sky, took in the twinkling of lights, the glow from the terrifying rift, and let out a quiet, bitter laugh. This was the reality. “Wha’s funny?” a voice asked from beside Litha, surprising her. A little girl, who couldn’t be more than five or maybe six stood there, head tilted up and at an angle as if trying to figure out what Litha had been laughing at.  “What are you doing out at this hour?” Litha asked, stunned. Certainly, this little girl’s parents would be terrified to find their child gone, unless her parents had perished in the temple.  The girl held a finger up to her lips and quietly shushed her. “Papa doesn’ know.” Then the girl with long light brown waves sat down beside Litha. “You’re Harold,” she said, matter-of-factly.  Litha blinked in surprise, then laughed quietly, and this time it held genuine amusement. “The Herald, at least that is what some people call me, but you can call me Litha.” “‘M Gwen, ‘cept when papa gets mad. Then it’s Gwendolyn Mae.”

Lou and Bae is probably the 5,000th attempt at writing my Modern Girl in Thedas story, in which Blackwall claims the strange woman caught in the bowels of Skyhold is his wife whom he abandoned years ago.

Blinking, she tried so hard to get her vision to focus, but all she saw was a shadowy figure in front of her. No place like home, there is no place like home, she chanted in her head, clenching the eye that wasn’t already swollen closed shut. The hand on her jaw moved to grab her short hair and yanked her head back. Her already battered body screamed out in pain, but Eloise could only whimper.  “Who are you?” the figure leaned closer. A woman? Eloise wondered. Her voice was soft and accented but held a knife’s edge. “How did you get into the catacombs?” A tear leaked from the corner of Eloise’s swollen eye. She had no idea how she had ended up in the catacombs and had tried to leave silently and unnoticed, only she had been seen and fled from the soldiers wielding swords and daggers. “What are you doing here?” “Looking for me!” a voice cut through the din around her, and Eloise tried to look, but the woman’s grip tightened on the strands. But then, just beyond the woman, she saw him and Eloise would have laughed if she could have. Everything around her was fuzzy and unfocused. But she saw him. Felt that odd pull deep inside of her chest. She lurched forward as if she could free herself from her captors. It was him! Pain exploded up her leg as Eloise tried to pull away, to step toward him. “What have you done?” it came out an angry snarl and she flinched. “Take your hands off my wife.”

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Chicago's progressive Mayor Brandon Johnson announces plans to ax Windy City's high-achieving selective-enrollment high schools to boost 'equity' despite promising not to during election campaign

By: Claudia Aoraha

Published: Dec 15, 2023

Johnson's Board of Education has proposed shifting back toward neighborhood schools - away from the system where kids compete for selective programs

But when he was campaigning to become Mayor, Johnson put out a statement saying that he would not get rid of Chicago 's selective-enrollment schools 

Chicago's progressive mayor has announced plans to axe the Windy City's high-achieving selective-enrollment schools to boost 'equity.'  

Mayor Brandon Johnson's Board of Education has proposed shifting back toward neighborhood schools - away from the system where kids compete for selective programs.

But when he was campaigning to become Mayor, Johnson put out a statement saying that he would not get rid of Chicago's selective-enrollment schools. 

According to the Chicago Tribune, woke Johnson specifically said: 'A Johnson administration would not end selective enrollment at CPS schools.'

Now, he is seen to be back peddling - by allowing a vote to stop gifted children from lower income backgrounds from academically competing to get into high-performing schools. 

Selective schools cause a 'stratification and inequity in Chicago Public Schools,' according to the board's CEO. 

Chicago has 11 selective-enrollment high schools — Northside College Prep, Gwendolyn Brooks College Preparatory Academy, John Hancock College Prep, Jones College Prep, Lane Tech, Lindblom Math and Science Academy, and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. College Preparatory High School.

Walter Payton College Prep, South Shore International College Prep, Westinghouse College Prep and Whitney M. Young Magnet School are also on the list. 

The schools are not just the best in Chicago - but rank among the top high schools in the entire country. 

Walter Payton College Prep is ranked 10th best school in the US. Northside College Prep is 37th. Jones College Prep ranks 60th. 

Now, a resolution is up for a vote by the school board on Thursday.

Chicago Public Schools CEO Pedro Martinez has prepared a resolution for 'a transition away from privatization and admissions/enrollment policies and approaches that further stratification and inequity in CPS and drive student enrollment away from neighborhood schools.'

It would lay out a five-year 'transformation' to effectively get rid of selective schools in Chicago - which have been heralded as the gems of the city's education system. 

Johnson's initiative would see kids automatically join the high school in their neighborhood, rather than giving them a chance to join a better school further afield.

Six years ago, Chicago Public Schools set up a new application system where every eighth grader could to apply for high school - rather than enrolling to their neighborhood school. 

As a result, 76 percent of Chicago high schools do not attend their neighborhood schools. Instead, high-achieving students have joined institutions where their peers are as academically driven as themselves.   

Board President Jianan Shi told the Chicago Sun-Times: 'This plan needs to be guided and informed by the community.

 'The goal is that we're able to change (the) current competition model so that students are not pitted against one another, schools are not pitted against one another.'

School Board Vice President Elizabeth Todd-Breland wants every neighborhood to create a 'strong, high quality pathway from pre-K to high school.'

Shi said: 'It shouldn't be a competition between schools, it should really be families, knowing that, 'Hey, my child can walk to school and have a great option.''

In an opinion piece written by the editors of the Chicago Tribune, they said: 'Johnson's people can call this resolution a roadmap, or a transition plan, or a framework, or whatever they want. 

'They must have a very low opinion of Chicagoans' intelligence. People will see what is going on here.

'The selective-enrollment high schools are stars in the CPS firmament. All 11 of them. They are going to need defenders.

'Chicago has struggled for decades to keep its vibrant middle class from fleeing to the suburbs when their kids reach school age. 

'The offering of more choices in education, a long-time city policy, hasn't gone perfectly, but it's inarguable in our view that without those choices Chicago would be in far worse shape.

'The Chicago Board of Education should vote this resolution down Thursday.'

==

This is what "equity" does. It views excellence as inherently unfair and seeks to redistribute it to everyone. Except not everyone is capable of excellence, so the result is enforced mediocrity.

Equity is the death of success and merit.

Not everybody is entitled to see over the fence. If the fence is a medical license, for example, lowering standards to lift up someone who isn't capable of achieving at that height is not just unethical but dangerous.

That's not the same as making sure the obstacles in the way are fairly applied. Which is what equality actually means.

But tearing them all out to make people happy isn't the answer. People paid to see the game, which pays the players and funds the field. Truth is, none of the people is actually entitled to watch the game over the fence. If you pull down the fence entirely (a version of the graphic which includes "liberation"), and now nobody has to pay to see the game. No money, no funding, no players, the game is done. Welcome to communism. Remove all high-achievement options, high-achieving students realize there's no point. District produces mediocre students who are all average at best. What happens to the country's prospects in the future?

The fact that some people can't see over the fence is not itself unfair. We have to stop pretending that everybody is always entitled to everything. They're not.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, August 29

Xander: Giles! We have a big problem. It's Buffy. Giles: Will you excuse us? Gwendolyn: Would you like some assistance? Giles: (smiling thinly) Thank you. That won't be necessary.

~~Buffy Episode #41: "Revelations" ~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Let You Warm Up To Me (Angelus/Darla/Willow/Giles, E) by madeingold

Home Decor (Buffy, Dawn, T) by veronyxk84

Plus (Buffy/Faith, T, French language) by FridayQueen

Once upon a time (Xander, G, Lost Girl xover) by Bacner

Decked in Red (Willow, E, Avengers xover) by megamatt09

Outside Help (Buffy/Spike, Buffy/Willow, E) by MaggieLaFey

Her Dark Childe (Angelus/Darla, M) by EustasiaVye13

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The Fertile Garden Ch. 1-2/5 (Xander, G) by danu40k

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Captivated Ch. 1-5 (COMPLETE) () by NautiBitz

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Miles Between Us

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6qn1QpA by greygreta (GretchenAgape) "Can two flickering candles light the way?"​​ In industrial-era Acadia, widow Henry runs a textile workshop in Ravenna. A mayoral gala sparks an unexpected connection with Alex, a rising political star. Across thirteen years of unsent letters and severed paths, can their forbidden bond survive? Or, when widow Henry meets Senator Alex. Words: 9987, Chapters: 3/33, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Everything everywhere all in Firstprince Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Shaan Srivastava, Zahra Bankston, Ellen Claremont, Oscar Diaz (Red White & Royal Blue), Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Nora Holleran, Cash (Red White & Royal Blue), Hunter (Red White & Royal Blue), Original Characters, Valentin Diaz(MOC), Gwendolyn Raymond(FOC), June Claremont-Diaz, Rafael Luna, Catherine Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Valentin Diaz/Gwendolyn Raymond, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Senator! Alex, Widow! Henry, eventually happy ending, Henry is a spinnery owner, War time implied, Set in the old times, Marriage, Seperation, multiple love letters, supportive claremont-diaz family, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, inspired by cold mountain, supportive friends, Taking care of a child read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6qn1QpA

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Miles Between Us

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QZBmNr4 by greygreta (GretchenAgape) "Can two flickering candles light the way?"​​ In industrial-era Acadia, widow Henry runs a textile workshop in Ravenna. A mayoral gala sparks an unexpected connection with Alex, a rising political star. Across thirteen years of unsent letters and severed paths, can their forbidden bond survive? Or, when widow Henry meets Senator Alex. Words: 9987, Chapters: 3/33, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Everything everywhere all in Firstprince Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Shaan Srivastava, Zahra Bankston, Ellen Claremont, Oscar Diaz (Red White & Royal Blue), Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Nora Holleran, Cash (Red White & Royal Blue), Hunter (Red White & Royal Blue), Original Characters, Valentin Diaz(MOC), Gwendolyn Raymond(FOC), June Claremont-Diaz, Rafael Luna, Catherine Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Valentin Diaz/Gwendolyn Raymond, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Senator! Alex, Widow! Henry, eventually happy ending, Henry is a spinnery owner, War time implied, Set in the old times, Marriage, Seperation, multiple love letters, supportive claremont-diaz family, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, inspired by cold mountain, supportive friends, Taking care of a child read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QZBmNr4

[rwarbhistoryhuh]

Miles Between Us

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GS4TO8j by greygreta (GretchenAgape) "Can two flickering candles light the way?"​​ In industrial-era Acadia, widow Henry runs a textile workshop in Ravenna. A mayoral gala sparks an unexpected connection with Alex, a rising political star. Across thirteen years of unsent letters and severed paths, can their forbidden bond survive? Or, when widow Henry meets Senator Alex. Words: 9987, Chapters: 3/33, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Everything everywhere all in Firstprince Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Shaan Srivastava, Zahra Bankston, Ellen Claremont, Oscar Diaz (Red White & Royal Blue), Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Nora Holleran, Cash (Red White & Royal Blue), Hunter (Red White & Royal Blue), Original Characters, Valentin Diaz(MOC), Gwendolyn Raymond(FOC), June Claremont-Diaz, Rafael Luna, Catherine Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Valentin Diaz/Gwendolyn Raymond, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Senator! Alex, Widow! Henry, eventually happy ending, Henry is a spinnery owner, War time implied, Set in the old times, Marriage, Seperation, multiple love letters, supportive claremont-diaz family, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, inspired by cold mountain, supportive friends, Taking care of a child read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GS4TO8j

[tintenmeer]

After YEARS she finally has a little Ref Sheet. I designed her ages ago. My cute baby.

♠ Name: Gwendolyn ♠ Gender: female ♠ Sexuality: -- ♠ Age: unknown ♠ Height: 1,49 m

♠ Species: Frankenstein

Gwendolyn lives alone in a derelict shack in the woods.

Behind the house is a tomb where her 'maker' is buried. After passing away after a long illness, he left his creation alone and inexperienced in the world. This resulted in the 'child' living alone in the hut until a new master took care of her. However, his visits were rare and so Gwendolyn spent a lot of time alone in the forest.

In order to hide her loneliness at least a little, she keeps carving large and small figures out of dead wood, which she places all around the hut. In some situations she doesn't feel so alone anymore.

- Like Frankenstein, Gwendolyn was 'sewn together' from several people. She therefore has three different skin colors. - She has curly, tousled hair in a striking orange-red color - Her eye color is poison green, embedded in black-grey. Her eyes are not white around the iris! - never wears shoes - her clothes consist of several rags and improvised other fabric

[ao3feed-scorbus]

all the devils are here

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/TL0VCcF by CandyAppleLollipop James Sirius Potter has plans for his life, graduate Hogwarts, become a star quidditch player, and just maybe get a girlfriend. None of those plans accounted for a cold Slytherin with eyes like lilacs to catch his gaze. This is his seventh year, there's no room for mistakes, but the heart doesn't always listen to reason. Aurelia Gwendolyn Astoria Greengrass Lestrange has a reputation as deadly as her name and beauty that rivals a veela's. There's nothing she guards fiercer than her heart and she especially doesn't intend to let a brash Gryffindor win it. He wants to play the game? If only he knew that the odds were never in his favour. Let the games begin. Words: 6689, Chapters: 3/20, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: James Sirius Potter, Original Lestrange Characters (Harry Potter), Original Female Character(s), Albus Severus Potter, Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin, Scorpius Malfoy, Ron Weasley Relationships: James Sirius Potter/Original Female Character(s), Teddy Lupin & James Sirius Potter, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy & James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter & Original Female Character(s), Albus Severus Potter & Harry Potter & James Sirius Potter & Lily Luna Potter Additional Tags: Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Pureblood Society (Harry Potter), Pureblood Politics (Harry Potter), Purebloods (Harry Potter), Slytherins Being Slytherins, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Rivalry, Good Slytherins, Slytherin, Slytherin Politics, Slytherin Pride, Protective Slytherins, Slytherin Albus Severus Potter, Brother-Sister Relationships, Enemies to Lovers, Harry Potter Next Generation, Not Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Compliant, Prejudice Against Slytherins read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53572867

[nepofm]

SPOTTED   at   the  met   steps   wearing   last   season’s   jimmy   choos  ?   i’d   leave   the   steps   in   the   next   24   hours   before   nepoupdates   catches   them   !   if   it   were   me   ,   i’d   definitely   go   back   and  review   the   checklist   of   golden   rules.

gwendolyn  “gwen”  chase   sabrina  carpenter  ,  muse  m  ,  benny  ahn's  ex-girlfriend  wc

ayanna  james   halle  bailey  ,  gemma  james'  sister  wc

sabrina   carpenter.     she/her.     cis   woman.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   gwendolyn   “gwen"   chase   ,   most   likely   listening   to   i   did   something   bad   by   taylor   swift   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   four   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -reckless   yet   +compassionate   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   dancing   like   no   one   is   watching,   wearing   your   heart   on   your   sleeve,   heart   shaped   cut   outs   and   bows   becoming   your   signature   look,   never   letting   go   of   the   childhood   you   never   had   ,   followed   by   black   opium   by   yves   saint   laurent   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about    how   she   was   let   go   from   a   movie   she   was   working   on   because   of   her   recently   developed   alcohol   problem   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .   (   missy   ,   24   ,   she/her   ,   edt    .   ) 

halle   bailey.     she/her.     cis   woman.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   ayanna   james   ,   most   likely   listening   to   making   the   bed   by   olivia   rodrigo   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   three   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -reserved   yet   +affectionate   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   the   feeling   of   never   knowing   where   you   belong,   smiles   that   could   brighten   up   a   room,   stargazing,   appreciating   the   little   things   ,   followed   by   daisy   by   marc   jacobs   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   her   exposed   affair   with   her   co   star   and   their   secret   love   child   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .   (   missy   ,   24   ,   she/her   ,   edt   .   )

[m-the-god]

£At least babies have potential but old people are just vegetables-£

*Loud knocks on the palace doors*

( @ghosts-of-dreamers )

*M opens the doors, it’s in chicken pajamas.*

[firstborn-if]

the ro's

gwendolyn "gwen" arisothole, turned

she/her | trans woman | asexual | lesbian

a deadly witch. she got turned into a vampire after a near death experience. she is black and russian, has (dyed) red hair, sharp cheekbones and various piercings on her eyebrows, nose, mouth and tongue. she wears typical gothic garb, or at the very least, black clothing. she always has various weapons on her person. she is very skilled at magic and uses magical text to communicate with people who do not know vampiric sign language (reluctantly and not something she enjoys). she allies with the vampires over the humans.

matthieu "matt" bidhe, born

he/him | cis man | allosexual | bisexual

a kind, friendly boy although not the brightest and easily distracted. born to high ranking vampire royalty but his parents had been assinated a few years prior. he is half indian and half korean, but grew up mainly in france. he has blue tips on his black hair, chubby cheeks and a larger build. he is typically seen in letterman jackets, tank tops and track suits. he has a piercing on his right ear. his speed is his best skill. he allies with the vampires over the humans.

timothee cirscyd, half-bred

he/him | cis man | graysexual | questioning

an intelligent, calculating boy. he is a half- bred vampire, the rarest and weakest kind. his mother left his dad when she found out he was a vampire and left him. he is matthieu's bodyguard turned best friend. he his shoulder legnth brown hair, often in a bun. he has a chiseled jawline. he is usually wearing sweaters and preppy shirts. he is fairly skinny and despite his fighting capability his intelligence is his best skill. he is conflicted about his allegiance.

luci difynroed, born

she/he/they | genderfluid person | allosexual | pansexual

a very, very flirty person. was born to very rich vampires who had to fight to stay alive back in the war. she is greek and disowned from her parents, and only sees them at grand events. he has blonde hair, down to his waist, freckles and wears lots of make up. she is usually seen in skimper clothing (crop tops, miniskirt and short shorts). charm and seduction are her best skills. they align with the humans over the vampires.

(brutus/britney/briar) erhyobik, born

? | ? | allosexual | omnisexual (closeted if m/f)

a spoiled brat. actual hellspawn, the principal's child, and the principal is a very, very rich man. they have pale skin, brown hair and blonde bangs. they wear designer clothes and nothing else, and their colour palette is usually pink. they have no special skills. they align with the vampires over the humans.

sam frodle, turned

? | ? | asexual | aromantic

a nice person. a bit of a pushover. hates their maker and has no (loving) family left. they have thick black curls and is italian american. they have empathy as a special skill, and they align with the humans over the vampires. they usually wear cottage core, and a flower crown that they replace daily.

[more of a queer platonic relationship]

mouse, ?????

they/them | agender person | allosexual | no-one knows

angry, weirdly skilled, definitely hiding something, wears the (non-required) uniform daily. doesn't ally with either side.

professor sky heitnulc, turned

he/she | ? | ? | ?

technically just a shy assistant professor, but covering for his boss while they're indisposed. they can't be much older than you, so the specifics of how they got this job are a mystery. she's a decent teacher, but her wacky outfits leave a lot to be desired. he prefers not to talk about allegiances.

alex lúa, human

? | ? | ? | ?

your childhood best friend. your ex. dead.

[tunglo]

what are your top 3 obikin fics that you've written so far? do you have obikin fic recs? 💜💜

Hmmm, I think my three faves so far are:

★ Break. Obi-Wan's 'death' at the hands of Rako Hardeen really brings Anakin low - but it's nothing compared to learning that his Master felt he couldn't trust him. 2300 words | rated T.

★ Change. I set out to write some repressed! space monk porn. Instead I churned out 4k of feelings based on the idea of the Jedi being repressed! space monks. TW for implied non-con, self-worth issues, and Palpatine being his usual scumbag self. 4000 words | rated T.

★ Morning After the Night Before. For an ask on Tumblr: smutty prompt - anakin rimming obi-wan until obi-wan is hoarse? 1500 words | rated E.

I'm still working my way through all the awesome fic for this ship, but here's some stuff I have in my bookmarks already :D

★ 21 Times - Ralph_E_Silvering. Twenty-one times Obi-Wan and Anakin almost kiss, and four times they do. 4700 words | rated E.

★ O Trespass Sweetly Urged - Artemis_Unbound. "Anakin Skywalker is not beautiful. He knows this about himself. ... He knows what beauty is, and he will never be it. He can’t. He doesn’t look anything like Obi-Wan Kenobi." 8500 words | rated E.

★ A Touch of Praise - Gwendolyn. In which Anakin falls a little too hard for his Master, gets his heart broken, and tries to repair the damage (and gets very well fucked along the way). 25000 words | rated E.

★ Good Nourishment - Spae. What If: Stewjoni Obi-Wan birthed a Force-sensitive child in secret, and hid his origin from the Jedi. As the padawan walks through the events of The Phantom Menace and beyond, his parental instincts kick in and that changes things. 114000 words | rated M. (WIP)

★ your body's broken, mine is bent - objectlesson. It had just never occurred to Anakin that touch could be something he took and initiated, rather than waiting for with every nerve of his body screaming in neglect. He’s vibrating with the potential now, staring at Obi-Wan as he dozes, imagining one hundred ways to replicate this exact dynamic. Hurt him—allow him to be hurt, just a little, so that he can make it all better. 20000 words | rated E.

★ Patience - Why_is_my_nose_a_carrot. Anakin Skywalker is ten years of age when he decides Obi-Wan Kenobi shall be his, one day. 130000 words | rated M. (WIP)