#Wraith is such a bby

[lilcritterdoingmabest]

oh god i've done it now

its very out of order but thats okey im sure you can figure it out yah?

[alovelylonelygoodra]

"You can't keep a good Vamp down!"

Raziel should meet his Astro Bot counterpart

[mantisgodsdomain]

Cherry and banana for the wraith please please

(for this ask game)

🍒 [CHERRY] Who is your OC's perfect companion?

...well, this one might vary on what time you're catching them. Though they've never been terribly public about any companions they may take - their subordinates rarely count as being companions, rather than simply trusted employees, there can be a handful of conclusions drawn from the sparse handful of bugs they've made special permissions for.

Though publicly the only sign of them having any sort of real connections would have been the appearance of a handful of consistent business partners and bugs with security contracts marked out of the blue, they have had a few consistent marks of preference.

First, of course, is a noted bent towards company of either moths or ants - though neither are especially common on the criminal stage, they've made some special moves for the benefit of a small handful of both over the many years they've been in operation, but second would be an odd bent towards sponsoring explorer-associates, though they rarely so much as attempt to interact with full explorers - notably, they've passed up continuing several potential connections with explorer teams that might be profitable, offering little to no indication of the logic behind such things.

Though The Wraith, of course, has no public statements on the matter, it can be assumed that their tastes in companionship are not particularly affected by utility - closely guarded by some of their subordinated over the years, they have picked up a handful of charity cases with no apparent utility save for some manner of potential entertainment value. A Termite Kingdom fighter moth, most notably, still graces the ranks of their organization, having been taken in and personally taught by the Wraith some twenty years ago despite their care and accommodation being both a hassle and a direct detriment for a long while after the decision.

...publicly, little more information would be available. However, you didn't hear this from us - the bug behind the veil well-known to be the face The Wraith appears with rather enjoys the company of a variety of total losers. They think they're funny.

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

Oh, you have no idea just how much has been lost.

Like many others, this answer will vary on the period of time. More than a century of activity is a long time to have your opinions shift around - for the sake of simplicity, we'll assume you're asking after their most current self. Plenty of pieces have been died over the years, been lost or misplaced, been deliberately cast aside. One cannot remain static, after all, over a hundred years.

For what they most wish they could lose...

There is a certain sentiment that plagues them. An, as some would say, plague of uncertainty, an uncertain factor that they fear will worsen in the future. It has interfered with their capacity to do their job, as of late, choking them from moving as they should. They wish, truly, that they could move without it - that they could act without the fetter of an uncertainty, that they could be truly sure that this worry is unfounded. And yet, they are still plagued, haunted by restless emotion.

[1-800-cuupid]

5 non-sim interests...

Firstly, I'm sorry it's taken me forever to get to this. I was just getting my marbles together after I lost them. Thank you for the tags @aching-joints, @misspepeshi, @salemssimblr, @skaterboisims, & @rudezebrra <3 <3

Roleplaying (w/ AI) I know that like really corny but I really like it a lot esp considering I'm a very shy person. I refuse to elaborate unless someone asks me and then I probably will. My friend called me the master gooner for this one.

2. Degrees of Lewdity. I feel like I post about this pretty often for all of my followers to know what I'm talking about. It's a cute wittle erotic text adventure game. Sometimes I like to unwind and stress myself out dealing w/ my bby wraith. Apparitions of hatred and resentment need love too. My favorite dress-up game too.

3. Drawing. I don't post my art a lot because lord knows it takes me several business weeks to finish one but I like to draw and color (I'm 5!) even if I do fucking suck at it sometimes (my most recent arts don't suck that bad actually) :D

4. Visual Novels (Mainly Romance). I actually have a WHOLLEEE folder dedicated vns that I have waiting for me to play. I'm currently tracking a few that I hope will release (Cryptid Crush, Our Life: Now & Forever, Touch Starved...to name a few...)

5. Destiny 2. Uh, my relationship with destiny is complicated but I still play it every few months. I'll play it again soon now that the current season/episode/whatever the fuck is over. I just can't let it go, I made most of my friends on destiny so it'll always be in my life <3

Tagging: @lycheica @zynoox @gashface @grimmbats @hymless @queenofthedork @rudezebrra @elderwisp @bitingtrait <3!

[callmeaiden]

MEET THE QU'ALI LEGACY!!!

My main eight, and some additional characters in my canon.

MAIN EIGHT:

JEDI KNIGHT: Ikar Qu'ali

// Hero of Tython // Commander of Eternal Alliance //

Born 3664 on Gus Talon, moon of Corellia. Both of his parents were Jedi too, so he was trained by the Order, literally since he was born.

In fight he uses mostly FORM IV: Ataru, and single, blue lightsaber.

Height: 6'2.8''/190 cm; Weight: 198 lbs/90 kg; Sexual Orientation: Pansexual and Polyamorous; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Male (he/him); Romance: Kira Carsen and Scourge; Teraac Kallig; Arn Peralun; Alignment: Mostly Light, occasionally some Dark Side choices;

JEDI CONSULAR: Zsira Nazo

// Barsen'thor //

Born on Nar Shaddaa, in 3665 BBY. Daughter of a smuggler and a former Jedi Knight, she was taken by the Order, at the age of five, after her mother was killed by Sith.

Uses mostly FORM III: Soresu and single, green lighsaber.

Height: 5'4''/163 cm; Weight: 112 lbs/51 kg; Sexual Orientation: Homosexual; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Female (she/her); Romance: Lana Beniko; Alignment: Fully Light Side;

SMUGGLER: Naeric Nazo

// Voidhound //

Born in 3669 BBY, unlike his sister, he didn't inherit his mother force abilities. Instead he took after his father and became a smuggler.

He uses two blasters and various gadgets in fight, including modified, yellow lightsaber, previously belonging to his mother.

Height: 5'7.7''/172 cm; Weight: 180 lbs/82 kg; Sexual Orientation: Bisexual; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Male (he/him); Romance: Risha Drayen; Alignment: Varies, leaning towards Light Side;

TROOPER: Ianoc Harski

// Commander of Havoc Squad // "Rush" //

Born in 3667 BBY, on Coruscant, in a family with strong military tradition. His parents died in the same battle, when he was ten, after which he dedicated his life to became the greatest soldier in the Republic.

In combat he uses a personalised blaster rifle, in addition of a blaster, vibroknife, and grenades.

Height: 6'2''/188 cm; Weight: 209 lbs/95 kg; Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Male (he/him); Romance: Elara Dorne; Alignment: Varies, anything pro-republic and pro-military;

SITH WARRIOR: Asha'tyûk Derriphan

// Empire's Wraith // One Woman Army //

Born on Dromund Kaas, in 3665 BBY, as a part of well-established, strong in the force family. She was always destined to became Sith, mostly pressured by her father to bring more prestige to the familiy.

In fight she uses mostly FORM V: Djem So, and single, red lightsaber.

Height: 5'10.8''/180 cm; Weight: 182 lbs/83 kg; Sexual Orientation: Bisexual; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Female (she/her); Romance: Vette; Alignment: Dark Side;

SITH INQUISITOR: Teraac Kallig

// Darth Imperius // the Force Walker //

Born as a slave on Korriban, in 3368 BBY. He showed their force abilities during a riot, to protect their mother, after which he blacked out, and was immediately taken to be trained as a Sith.

There is no form that they favour, and in combat he mostly uses Force abilities rather than lightsaber.

Height: 5'4.5''/164 cm; Weight: 121 lbs/55 kg; Sexual Orientation: Pansexual and Polyamorous; Gender and Pronouns: Agender (they/he/it); Romance: Ashara Zavros; Ikar Qu'ali; Arcann; Alignment: Neutral;

BOUNTY HUNTER: Xiaan Blankuna

// Grand Champion of the Great Hunt // Mandalore the Restorer //

Born in 3664 BBY, probably on New Cov. Her parents were killed when she was only few months old, and was miraculously saved and later adopted by a Twi'lek bounty hunter. Later she took the same profession to honour him.

In fight she uses single blaster and gadgets, mostly pyro and cryo. She also fights with vibrosword.

Height: 5'8''/173 cm; Weight: 176 lbs/80 kg; Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Female (she/her); Romance: Torian Cadera; Alignment: Mostly Light, occasionally some Dark Side choices;

IMPERIAL AGENT: Linar A. Frill

// Cipher Nine // the Unseen //

Born on Ziost, in 3668 BBY. His father was an Imperial Officer, and his mother was an Echani refugee. At first he was planning to became soldier like his father, but after a mysterious accident that wiped-out most of his family, he decided to become a secret agent, to have better chance to uncover the truth.

He uses modified sniper rifle in range, but blaster and vibroknifte in closer combat.

Height: 6'4''/194 cm; Weight: 187 lbs/85 kg; Sexual Orientation: Homosexual; Gender and Pronouns: Transgender Male (he/him); Romance: Vector Hyllus; Alignment: Varies;

OTHER CHARACTERS:

1. Ristis Hkreg

// The Apprentice //

Born in 3658 BBY, on Nar Shaddaa in a family of refuges, Ristis haven't had an easy life. He stated his career as a thief when he was still just a little boy, and very quickly realized, that he was force sensitive, which, soon enough, got him attention from both Jedi and Sith.

He prefers FORM VI: Niman, and uses a dualsaber.

Height: 6'/183 cm; Weight: 176 lbs/80 kg; Sexual Orientation: Heteroflexible; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Male (he/him); Romance: None; Alignment: Neutral, leaning towards Light Side;

2. Anja Oze

// Information Broker //

Born an orphan, in 3665 BBY, on Lyran IV, she had two paths to choose from: crime or crime-ruled farming, so of course she choose to be in a gang. Never very good in fight, Anja had many other useful talents, mostly tech savviness, and the ability to get needed information, in quite a short time.

She often just avoids fighting, but if she has to, she uses some gadgets and a blaster.

Height: 5'3"/160 cm; Weight: 160 lbs/73 kg; Sexual Orientation: Bisexual; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Female (she/her); Romance: Venna de Laro; Alignment: Whatever pays best, though she probably won't commit war crimes;

3. Venna de Laro

// The Mercenary //

Born on Corellia, in 3669 BBY, Venna had a straight-forward path to become Corellian Defense Force soldier. And she did, but was quickly discharged due to severe insubordination. After that Venna decided to become a gun-for-hire.

In fight, she uses a blaster rifle, mostly.

Height: 5'9"/175 cm; Weight: 169 lbs/77 kg; Sexual Orientation: Bisexual; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Female (she/her); Romance: Anja Oze; Alignment: Whatever pays best, more likely to commit war crimes;

4. Reas'avi'kiter; Savik

// The Chiss Inventor //

Born in 3661 BBY, on Tatooine. Their family was banished from Chiss Space before they were born, settling on Tatooine, and creating a workshop there. Savik themselves, grew up to be fantastic inventor, creating many weapons, helping with the 'less' legal side of the family business.

Uses various tech in fight.

Height: 5'10,5"/179 cm; Weight: 163 lbs/74 kg; Sexual Orientation: Pansexual; Gender and Pronouns: Non-binary (they/them); Romance: Mako; Alignment: Varies;

5. Linne

// The Untrustworthy Genius //

Born in 3668 BBY, on a place seemingly created for her - Nar Shaddaa. Living only with her mother, they both revolved around the criminal underworld, mostly helping in the illegal pit fights, until Linne started to build her own reputation as a smuggler.

In fight, she uses both blaster pistol and blaster rifle.

Height: 5'3,7"/162 cm; Weight: 112 lbs/51 kg; Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Female (she/her); Romance: None; Alignment: Mostly Dark Side;

6. Danna Eli'an

// Lieutenant // "Ram'"//

Born o Harrin, in 3666 BBY, her family was quite poor, and for Danna, the only escape from that life was military, her physique certainly helped in that. Later she began to work in the Special Forces, first with Ava Jaxo, then as a member of Havoc Squad.

She uses blaster cannon and explosives in fight, she is also very good in hand-to-hand combat.

Height: 6'/183 cm; Weight: 198 lbs/90 kg; Sexual Orientation: Homosexual; Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender Female (she/her); Romance: Ava Jaxo; Alignment: Light Side;

[rubiesintherough]

meme call for the bbys that are super awake right now:  aedus,  bren,  mahia,  nemus,  wraith, valen, cora, melody, amara, cassie

poke the heart to get memes from all of them. Or, reply to this post and lemme know which muse(s) you want things from, specifically. if you’re also a multi, you can lemme know which of your muses you want things for, otherwise it’ll be dealer’s choice. open to any and all mutuals.

[from-a-legends-pov]

Star Wars Legends: Poll of the Week — Favorite Droids (Who Are Not Artoo or Threepio)

We know that Artoo-Detoo (R2D2) and See-Threepio (C-3PO) are favorite droid friends and heroes in any canon. But which of these other droids from Legends is your favorite?

Squeaky, the cantankerous protocol droid who served as quartermaster to Wraith Squadron and had a previous career as an extremely rude waiter at the tapcafe near Folor Base (X-Wing: Wraith Squadron)

Tonin, the R2-series astromech droid and companion to Gara Petothel; dubbing himself “king of the droids,” Tonin wrangled an army of mouse droids to slice into the systems of Warlord Zsinj’s ship, the Iron Fist (X-Wing: Solo Command)

IG-88, an assassin droid created by the Intergalactic Banking Clan that was given sentience programming to improve its operation as an assassin, reasoned it was superior to its biological creator, and destroyed them; it later started a droid revolt and worked as a bounty hunter during the time of the Galactic civil war (Tales of the Bounty Hunters)

Shiner, Myn Donos’s beloved astromech droid, whom he considered the last remaining survivor of the ambush that killed Talon Squadron, causing Myn to nearly go catatonic when the droid was destroyed in a battle with the Blood Nest pirates (X-Wing: Wraith Squadron)

Whistler, also known as Xeno, Corran Horn’s astromech droid, who assisted him with detective work when he was a Corellian Security (CorSec) officer and later came with Corran when he joined the New Republic starfighter corps. Similarly to Artoo, Whistler escaped memory wipes and developed more of a distinct personality than other droids. He was painted the same green and gold as Corran’s X-wing (X-Wing: Rogue Squadron)

R5-D4, the astromech with the bad motivator originally chosen for purchase by Owen Lars. R5-D4’s original story was that he was extremely jealous of other droids and that Artoo deliberately sabotaged R5’s motivator to make sure Artoo was the one purchased; however, in the “Skippy the Jedi Droid” story, R5-D4 was a Force-sensitive droid who sabotaged his own motivator after seeing a Force vision of a grim future in which R2D2 never reached Luke or Obi-Wan and was never able to complete his mission (Star Wars Tales)

Gate (R5-G8), originally R5-D2, Wedge Antilles’ astromech droid with Rogue Squadron. R5-D2 was known as “Mynock” because of how noisy and shrill his whistle was. Wedge got so annoyed with Mynock’s noise that he had the droid’s memory wiped; during the wipe, the droid’s internal components were upgraded, resulting in its new designation and nickname (X-Wing: Rogue Squadron as Mynock; X-Wing: The Bacta War as Gate)

Vape, Garik “Face” Loran’s R2 unit astromech. When he had the droid repainted from red to the unit’s gray color, Face had Wraith Squadron mechanic Cubber Daine reprogram the droid to respond to the command, “Cold one” by dispensing a cold Elba beer (X-Wing: Wraith Squadron)

HK-47, a Hunter-Killer assassin droid and Jedi hunter constructed by Darth Revan in 3960 BBY. He despised organics (whom he referred to as “meatbags”), and multiple times over the centuries turned on organics who attempted to reactivate him or use his data or AI. These included Separatists who found him on Mustafar during the Clone Wars and a group of spacers in 1.5 ABY whom he convinced to help him regain his body and restart the Mustafar droid factory, after which HK-47 built a droid army to kill all organics, including the spacers (Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic)

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[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twenty Four)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: The wedding is here!!!!

Thank you once again to everyone showing love to this story. It’s nowhere near done but my brain is getting antsy. I have like a billion Ghost stories I wanna write, some I've started already, some mere ideas in my pesky brain. I’d love to hear which ones you guys are most interested in first. I can’t list all of my ideas here because it would take too long but some of the ones I’m doing are;

-Ghost/OC/Soap story. MC is on the task force.

-I don’t wanna call it an alpha/omega story because the MC is human, but it's kinda along those lines with mates and stuff. But it falls into obsessive Ghost and reluctant (at first) MC. If you think this Ghost is pussy whipped for Lottie then… lmao just wait and see bby.

-a sunshine/grumpy trope story. Ghost absolutely wants nothing to do with her but she's so cute and ridiculous and happy and she worms her way in anyway >:)

-mediaeval ish story. MC is the princess, Ghost is a knight.  

-an actual alpha/omega story. Our poor little omega is traumatised and Ghostie takes care of her.

-Zombie AU story. Deals with some pretty dark and depressing shit.

I have more ideas but those are the ones pinging around my brain the most and some I’ve already started. Don’t be shy to let me know.

The wedding dress and the lingerie for reference.

I actually managed to pick a song that wasn’t the usual bands lmao My brain allowed it because good ol’ Greg here is the singer from The Dillinger Escape plan, who I believe our Ghostie listens to lololol

Greg Puciato - Heaven of Stone

In the earth below with

Nowhere else to go

I know that we'll belong

Set free from all the wrongs

In eternal gardens

Fallen flowers grow

I've held you all along

In heavens made of stone

‘Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.’ Simon tried to remember who said that, if he remembered right, it was Aristotle. Made sense though, didn’t it? Maybe that's why he’d spent most of his life miserable, feeling cold and empty like a haunted house. Maybe that was why he always felt like something was missing. He’d been only half of a soul, floating around like a wraith, trying to find his other half. Now he’d found her, had her stumble right into his life and now he knew he could never look back. He felt whole, he felt complete, he felt like everything was right and the world made sense.

Despite these feelings, he was greedily sucking nicotine from a smoke, his second in  less than fifteen minutes, as he sat perched on the wall outside of the courthouse. To say he was feeling nervous would have been a gross understatement. He wasn't having cold feet, in fact Tommy had been stunned by the lack of cold feet he’d shown all morning. He’d never been more sure of anything in his entire life, he knew he wanted her to be his wife. But he was nervous for a lot of other things, the variables in this scenario, the things beyond his control. Just as he hated that bullshit out on the battlefield, he hated it in his personal life. He loved to be in control, it meant he was less likely to get hurt, a feeling he’d been subjected to far too much as a child. He’d vowed never to feel that vulnerable again. 

What if she was the one having cold feet? What if she decided she didn't want to marry a tosser like him? What if she decided she didn't want marriage at all? What if she decided she was bored of him and that she didn't want to be with him full stop? What if she didn't turn up? What if he went home and all her stuff was gone? What if, what if, what if? Too many thoughts, too many feelings and he was trying to calm himself down by chain smoking. 

“You're gonna get lung cancer before she even gets here at this rate,” Tommy huffed from next to him, snatching the pack of smokes out of his hand and pocketing them. Simon glared at him, stubbing out the end of his cig before flicking it into the bin not too far away. 

“I’m fine,” he grouched and Tommy eyed his leg that was anxiously bouncing before raising a smug brow at him. “Fuck off,” he huffed and Tommy snorted.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Si,” he murmured and Simon ran a hand through his hair in agitation.

Lottie would be here soon and he wished she’d just turn up early, to see if she would in fact turn up or if his life was about to quickly go down the shitter. 

“What if she doesn't turn up?” he asked, his voice so quiet with the shame of his admission. Tommy glanced at him, a sympathetic smile on his face as he clapped Simon on the back.

“She will turn up,” his simple answer just annoyed him and he heaved a sigh, glaring at him. “She thinks the world of you, Simon, anyone with eyes can see that. She’ll turn up. If anything, she’s probably panicking just as much as you right now. Probably convinced herself you won't be here,” Tommy said quietly and Simon knew he wasn't wrong. He knew his girl so well and she was probably working herself into an even bigger tizzy than he was. He just hated this anxiety, hated being away from her like this. He knew she loved him, his nerves were just getting the best of him. 

Tommy’s phone dinged and he glanced at it, grinning before he stood up.

“Come on, arse wipe, up you get. They’re on their way,” he beamed at him. 

Relief flooded his system then, knowing she was coming after all, Beth and his mum in tow after helping her get ready. He wondered just what she’d look like walking down the small aisle of the courthouse. 

He was wearing a suit, nothing too fancy, just a simple black and white suit that he’d worn to Tommy’s wedding. He’d contemplated getting something fancier, something just for this occasion, but Charlotte had told him to do what he wanted, whatever was comfortable for him so this is what he chose. He wasnt much of a suit person to begin with and he didn’t want to waste money on something that made him so fucking uncomfortable. He felt he scrubbed up decent enough anyway. 

He followed his baby brother into the courthouse to await his bride and his stomach felt like there were a million roaches inside, all squirming around trying to get out. He felt sick, breathing slowly so he didn’t fucking pass out and make a right knob of himself while he waited at the end of the aisle. The officiant was an older man, a kind face who had been nothing but nice and polite to the boys since they arrived. They all stood waiting for the girls to arrive. 

There wouldn't be music, the wedding march or anything of the like as she walked in. They could have requested it but she’d said no. He'd been a little surprised that she wanted a bare bones wedding like this but he hadn’t minded at all. He tended to agree with her though, weddings were shite. He just wanted to marry her. 

He heard the door start to open and he stood taller, as if standing to attention in front of his commanding officer. As the doors fully opened, he felt like all the breath got stolen from his lungs. The feeling was so reminiscent of when they first met and he never would have thought back then that he’d wind up making her his wife. 

She was an absolute vision and his throat constricted painfully as he couldn't stop staring at her, eyes unblinking, not wanting to miss anything. The dress suited her perfectly, the lace as delicate as she was and he felt his eyes prickling with unshed tears as the emotion overflowed inside of him. His mum was linking arms with her, giving her away as she had no parents of her own. He remembered how hard Lottie had cried when his mum had offered, remembered how he himself had cried no matter how embarrassing it might have been. 

Beth was behind them, holding the train of the dress in one hand, the other arm having an almost one year old Joseph perched on her hip. He was wearing fucking suit and everything. Little man looked proper dapper. 

His mum led Charlotte to him and his girl was staring at him with wide eyes and a tentative smile. After a pat to the arm off his teary mum, she sat down with Tommy, Beth and little Jo following along. He couldn't take his eyes off Lottie though as they stared at each other. Her brown waves were up in some braided updo thing, a few waves framing her face. She was perfect.

“You look like an angel, love,” he whispered reverently, his voice thick with emotion as he grasped her hands. She blushed, that pink looking so pretty on her face as she smiled shyly. Always acted like he was complimenting her for the first time. He never tired of making her blush, he loved that he could still have that effect on her. 

“You look so handsome, Si,” she murmured, making those moon eyes at him as if he’d hung the moon himself. Fuck, he wished he did. He’d do anything she asked of him no matter how impossible the task. 

He wanted to keep going on about how beautiful she was, wanted to kiss the gloss of her perfect lips, wanted to do a lot of things, but then the officiant started speaking.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Charlotte and Simon in marriage. This ceremony marks the beginning of their journey together as husband and wife,” he started and Simon felt the anticipation thrumming through his entire being. His eyes were still glued to his girl, even when he heard his mothers sniffle from her seat. 

“Charlotte and Simon, today you come before us to express your love and commitment to one another. Before we proceed, do you both affirm that it is your intention to enter into this marriage willingly and with full understanding of its significance?” he asked and Charlotte smiled up at Simon in a way that rendered his heart to mush.

"We do," they both answered and it made his lips tug up as he squeezed her soft hands gently.

“Excellent. Charlotte and Simon, marriage is a sacred bond, a union founded on love, respect, and mutual trust. It is a promise to stand by each other through life's joys and challenges. It is a commitment to support and uplift one another, to cherish and nurture your relationship each and every day. Now, Charlotte, please share your vows with Simon,” the officiant said with a warm smile. 

He could tell she was nervous, felt her hands trembling against his own. He expected her to pull out a piece of paper with her vows on, like his own that he’d stuffed in his pocket. Vows he’d agonised over and rewrote a billion and one times because no words could ever be able to sum up what he wanted to say to her. She didn't seem to need to read her vows though, apparently she had it all stored in her head.

“Simon… from the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. You've brought so much joy and love into my life, and I’m grateful for every moment we've shared together. You’ve changed me as a person, for the better. Made me see I’m worthy of being loved. I can never repay you for all you’ve done for me but I’d love to spend the rest of our lives trying,” she started with a wobbly voice and shiny eyes. His chest felt heavy, like a weight bearing down on him as he suppressed the urge to cry like a right mard arse. He gave her a watery smile and she gripped his hands tighter. 

“I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin. I promise to support you, to encourage you, and to be your partner in all things. I vow to listen to you with an open heart, to laugh with you in times of joy, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I choose you today and every day for the rest of our lives,” she murmured earnestly and he had to blink rapidly to quell the onslaught of tears threatening to break through. 

“Thank you, Charlotte. Now, Simon, please share your vows with Charlotte,” the officiant smiled. 

Simon swallowed thickly, one of his hands leaving Lottie’s so he could retrieve the little piece of paper in his breast pocket with a trembling hand. His breathing was shaky and he tried to calm himself, didn't want his voice to crack.

“Charlotte, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with…” he hated how close to tears he sounded, how the lump in his throat got bigger with each word leaving his mouth. Charlotte gave him an encouraging smile, bringing the hand she still held up to her mouth and placing a tender kiss to his knuckles. “You’re my best friend, my confidante, and my soulmate. Today, in front of our family, I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in all your dreams and endeavours, and to always be there for you. I promise to cherish you, to respect you, and to honour you for the incredible person you are. I’m so grateful to call you my partner, and I vow to spend the rest of my days makin’ you happy,” he choked out, stuffing the paper back in his pocket before wiping his eyes quickly. The officiant looked at Tommy then and he hopped up, fishing around in his pocket before grabbing the two rings, handing them to both he and Lottie. “As Charlotte and Simon exchange these rings, they are symbolising the commitment and love they have pledged to one another. These rings are more than mere adornments; they are a visible representation of the promises and vows made here today. Charlotte, as you place this ring on Simon's finger, may it serve as a constant reminder of your love, loyalty, and devotion. Let it be a symbol of the unbreakable bond you share and a promise of your commitment to him,” the officiant said, gesturing to Charlotte and she smiled up at Simon, a heart melting smile before she slid the ring on his finger with the utmost care.

“Simon, as you place this ring on Charlotte's finger, may it be a symbol of your eternal love and unwavering dedication. Let it be a reminder of the promises you've made and a testament to the love that will continue to grow between you,” Simon’s thumb brushed over her finger before he slid the ring on, giving her hand a squeeze as he gazed down at her adoringly. 

“May these rings forever signify the love and unity you share as husband and wife. With this exchange, your lives are forever intertwined, and your journey together as partners begins anew. And now, by the power vested in me by the City of Manchester, I am honoured to pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

Simon wasted no time, gripping either side of Lottie’s face and leaning down, capturing her lips quickly. He’d wanted to do nothing but kiss her since she’d turned up. He kept it tame, he did have an audience after all, he he tried he pour all of his love, all of his emotion into the kiss. When he pulled away, her cheeks were aflame, amusement dancing behind her pretty blue eyes as she smiled at him.

“I love you,” she murmured and he felt himself melting all over again.

“I love you too… Mrs Riley,” he smirked and her smile widened.

They stayed a little longer to sign all the forms to actually be married before they all left the courthouse. Not before his mother had clung to him, weeping into his chest at how proud she was, how fucking happy he was for him. Made his heart feel like it had grown three sizes seeing his poor mum like that about him. 

Much to Tommy’s chagrin, there wouldn't be a reception. Charlotte hadn't really wanted one and if he was honest, neither did he. All he could think about as he looked at his new wife in that dress was wanting to get her home and getting inside of her. Before they left, his mum was adamant on getting some pictures that she could print off so they’d posed for her outside of the courthouse and he didn't think he’d ever had a picture taken of him smiling quite like this.

They’d gotten congratulations from the taxi driver on their way home after parting ways with his family and Simon felt his chest puff with pride that Lottie was now his wife. His other half. She was fully his and he felt like he was on top of the world. She seemed so happy, smiling and giggling as he told her shitty jokes on the way home, clutching his arm as they made their way inside and into the lift. 

As they walked down the hallway of their apartment, he scooped her up bridal style, making her squeal before she started laughing, gripping around his neck as if she thought he’d drop her. As if he ever would. He was smiling so fucking hard his cheeks hurt and he was sure he probably looked fucking psychotic at this point. He couldn't help it though, he’d never felt happiness quite like this, never thought he would. Hadn’t thought he deserved it. Yet here she was, beautiful and sweet Charlotte, giving him every drop of love she had in her entire being and he wouldn't waste a single bit of it. 

He carried her through the threshold, gently placing her on her feet as they got indoors and he shut the door behind her. His eyes turned hungry then as he gazed at her, eyes trailing over her in that fucking dress, looking like some angel sent from heaven to tempt him. 

He stepped towards her and the look in his eyes had her stepping back until her back hit the door, lips parted, pupils blown wide as he gazed up at him. He rested his hands either side of her on the door, caging her in, knowing she loved his size and loved feeling helpless around him, little minx she was. 

He trailed his nose along her delicate throat with a hum and she let out a soft noise that had his hard dick aching in his pants. He placed a wet and open mouthed kiss on her pulse point, making her moan quietly before he leaned back up to look at her with his blazing eyes. 

“You look good enough to eat, sweetheart,” he purred and she smiled, a delighted flash glinting in her eyes. 

“Be careful of the dress, it's a rental,” she smirked, making him snort softly.

“That’s a shame, wanted to fuck you in it,” he muttered wickedly, loving how she swallowed thickly, squirming where she stood. 

“I have something better… you should take the dress off,” she murmured, looking at him all coy like and batting her lashes. 

He was intrigued and horny so he did what he was told like a good husband, moving his hands from the door to around her waist. She gasped as he pulled her flush to his chest, her hands splaying on him as she blinked up at him. His large hand slid around to her back, finding the zip and unzipping it slowly, slow enough to make her shift impatiently. 

Once the zip was completely down, his hands trailed in a featherlight touch up to her shoulders, pulling down the dainty straps there. He tugged the dress down, revealing lingerie he hadn't expected underneath. His movements became a little faster now, pulling the dress until it pooled around her ankles and he let out a deep groan, his eyes darkening. 

“You dress up for me, angel?” he asked in a mere whisper and her blush swept up her chest to her face as she nodded shyly. What a fucking sight she was like this, white lingerie with delicate straps and flowers adorning her. She’d been right, it was better than the wedding dress. His hands slid up her hips to her waist and he leaned down, nuzzling her nose with his.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Charlotte,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers and feeling her smile against him.

“You like it?” she asked almost meekly and maybe it shouldn't have made his dick even harder, but it did.

“Fuckin’ love it,” he replied breathlessly. 

He trailed hot and wet kisses from her mouth, down her jaw and to her neck, lavishing it with attention, just how she liked it. She let out a breathy moan and he groaned in response, pulling her closer to him as his hands slid around to her arse. It was then he realised the lingerie was a thong and her perfect arse cheeks were on display for him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he gave them a firm squeeze, and she moaned a little louder this time. 

“On the bed, love,” he ordered, pulling himself away from her painfully. He needed to get out of his fucking clothes so he could have his way with her before his dick fell off. She flashed him a pretty smile before they both made their way to the bedroom and she sauntered over to the bed. He watched her lay on her side, watching him with rapt attention as he started to undress. His lips tugged into a smirk at her blatant ogling so he made sure to take his time as he unbuttoned his shirt before peeling it off, his pants soon to follow. 

Once he was finally free of his constraints, he made a beeline for the bed and Charlotte rolled onto her back waiting for him. He climbed on, parting her thighs and groaning in delight at the view of her soaked cunt behind the sheer white material. 

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me already like a good little wife,” he drawled and he didn't miss how her breathing hitched at his words. Her pupils were blown wide as she watched him keenly and he slid his hands up the inside of her thighs slowly, loving how soft her skin was. He could feel her shaking with anticipation, his cock twitching at how she arched her back, trying to get closer to him. 

He couldn't tear his eyes off her, he loved her so much it felt like it caused him physical pain sometimes. He leaned down, kissing every morsel of skin he could that poked out of her body suit, worshipping her body like the goddess she was. Fucking hell, he’d give his life to her, devote everything he had in him to her. 

She was writhing under his touch, at every flutter of his lips against her skin, every brush of his tongue, every nip of his teeth. He was reverent with every touch as he made his way up her body, paying extra attention to her neck and getting a lovely moan from her. 

His lips finally claimed hers and she was so desperate for him that he felt like he might spill his load without being touched. How had he gotten so lucky? What on earth had he done to deserve such a beauty in his life that was the radiance she exuded? She was absolutely everything to him, the beginning and the end, completing him like the puzzle piece he’d spent his life searching for. 

“What?” she asked shyly and he realised then he’d stopped kissing her and was just looking at her with those soft eyes he had, only for her. He felt heat bloom high on his cheeks, in the top of his ears and she noticed because she smiled warmly at him, her fingers caressing the back of his neck lovingly. 

“I just… I love you. Never thought I’d have this,” he admitted quietly and her eyes softened, her smile widening. 

“I love you too,” she fluttered a pretty smile at him, pulling him back down and massaging her lips against his. 

He melted into her, his hand trailing down her body like some sacred object before it brushed her dripping cunt over her underwear. She gasped and he moaned, practically salivating over how needy her body was being. Part of him wanted to go all out, fuck her with his fingers, lick her pussy until she was a shaking mess, but he couldn’t. Seeing her in this pretty white lingerie, seeing her in that dress, seeing her with his ring on her finger, branding her as his… It was too much. He needed her so badly he was sure he’d die. 

He hooked his finger in the string of her underwear, dragging it from where it lay over her cunt and arse, pulling it to the side to sit in the crease of her thigh. He gripped his aching cock, rubbing against her soaked heat and she let out a needy noise that had his blood running hot. 

He sunk into her with a loud groan of relief, her own moan bleeding into his. He bottomed out deliciously and she had that pretty look on her face that told him he was filling her tight little cunt up to the brim, filling her up good. The hand beside her head was used for leverage, his other winding around her lower back to angle her better and keep her as close as possible before he started rutting into her. 

If he wasnt half gone with lust, he might have felt sorry for the neighbours as his pretty little wife started keening, clawing at his shoulders as he fucked the soul out of her, trying to claim it for his own. The legs of the bed squeaked, the headboard slamming into the wall and the room was full of obscene sounds. Their moans, the sound of their skin slapping together as he fucked her like a man possessed. 

He wanted to tell her she was his now, belonged to him in every way possible, wanted to tell her she wouldn't be leaving him ever, not if he had anything to do with it. He wanted to say a lot of things but his mouth could do little else but moan like a needy whore at the pleasure he felt. She was divine, being with her like this was a holy experience for him and it set every nerve ending in his body on fire. 

His lips crashed to hers and the kiss was messy, desperate as they both clawed and pawed at each other, chasing a release that felt higher than any other. Her hand was on the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her as she tangled her tongue with his and he could feel the cold metal of her ring on his skin, a reminder of how she willingly gave herself over to him today. They were no longer separate souls, two halves separated into two bodies. They were joined in union, tied together forever. He’d follow her even after death if it came to it. 

He angled his hips just right, brushing that spot inside of her and pressing against her clit with his public bone and the noise she let out would make a porn star blush.

“Fuckin’ Christ…” he moaned, struggling to hold into his sanity as her cunt fluttered around him 

“Don’t stop,” she choked out, her pale cheeks flushed red, irises nowhere in sight as her eyes were overtaken by her pupils. Her voice was pleading, bordering on desperate as she clung to him like she might float off the earth if she didn't. 

He didn't stop, he kept his brutal pace, sweat trickling down his temple with the effort it was taking to not fill her up, not yet. He felt the moment she came, felt her pussy grip him so tightly he was worried she’d cut off his blood supply. It felt like she was trying to suck him inside of her, trying to consume him and he’d let her. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan, guttural and primal as his cock spurted thick ropes of cum inside of her, over and over. He felt like he'd never cum that much in his life. 

They both lay there, panting and sweaty and he tried not to squash her as they came down from their highs. His lips found hers, the kiss tender, slow, loving. Her hand was on his cheek, soft and sweet and it made his chest feel tight. When he pulled away, she was radiant, glowing from the inside out as she blinked her pretty eyes at him. 

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she murmured and it made the tightness in his chest worse. 

He couldn't fathom being something someone wanted, that someone would be lucky to have him. But he knew she meant it, down to her fucking bones and god if it didn’t feel good. If it didn't make him feel like he could do anything when she looked at him so lovingly. He felt like he could take on the world. He was the lucky one and he knew that, to have such a loving partner, now wife, to have someone with so much love inside of her, all to himself. 

She’d raised herself, had been starved of love and basic human decency for most of her life and she’d turned out perfect. She’d raised herself and done it right and it made Simon feel like he could take on his own demons. If she could come out of the other side burning brighter than the sun, then so could he. 

They would chase each other's demons away, make the shadows crawl back to wherever they came from. She lit him up from the inside out and it made him feel warm. Made him feel like he was actually living and not just existing. Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies and he refused to part from her now he found her.

[flippityflaps]

Genya and Inej are the strongest people alive.

I mean, the two of them have been through an incredible amount of shit and still somehow manage to be the loveliest, sweetest humans.

[sapphic-woes]

God bless Lifeline cuz when she comes in clutch she comes in clutch

[dreamslayer-fr]

Thank you!!!

Sana is my absolute pride and joy because she was my first self hatch that was SO CLOSE to being a double obsidian which is my absolute dream gen 1

Bloom is a flower tender who has many bug friends 😌

Tbh I was gonna ask you to help me rename the undertide but now I might keep it as is? She’s gonna be a spooky sea monster working for an evil pirate captain

Wraith has a boyfriend who is also a pretty primal g1

And Audun was a bday hatch!!! I was so shocked. He’s my bby boi who does in fact turn into an owl to guide people to safety through perilous situations

Tipsy Lair Review for @dreamslayer-fr!

Thanks for tha CR. I'm always delighted to look at your lair.

Accidentally posted a link but like, sure. Anyway. FUCK YEA. DOUBLE ELDRTICH GEN 1.

Everyone knows ol Kai loves g1s. I also love a dragon with a backstory, and Sana has a good one. Thief/merc with morals, who befriended a harpy. V nice. V nice.

Ohh I love me a pretty tundra. Oh look, here's one! Honeydew petals is simply one of the best colour/gene combos out there, and it has been for... god, so many years. I have a honeydew petals tundra of my own actually! Because they deserve to be rainbow bicorns.

I started writing then realised that Bloom does NOT have a bio. WHOOPSY. Whatever. She's great.

To make up for that I'll throw out right here that I love your mooshroom tuntun man in the same lair. Precious.

...It's DEFINITELY cheating to pick dragons I made for sale but I will say it brings me much serotonin to see them so loved in your lair. Okay.

ONWARDS

She looks so cool! And she's named after one of my favourite animals in the world! I once more made an oopsy and thought I had a bio to go off of but I don't so instead I'm gonna say that the thought of a pirate captain who is also a deep sea eldritch monster fucks severely. That's what her amazing look inspired me to think of. Hell yea. Belladonna is so gorgeous too. Wait. Did we talk about them on discord? I think we did! Or I'm just drunk. Shit. Whatever, I love them.

Wraith is so fucking handsome!! Look at him!! LOOK AT HIM. May your eyes be rended from your skull in flame like his. You will never see something more divine. Anyway I love g1s.

I've seen this fella in your lair before but I'm gonna be honest. I NEVER notived he was a gen 1 before now. Fire/Fire/Metals? That's fuckin awesome. What a guy. I see he is also a cute lil owlman. Please tell me more.

I LOVE YOUR LAIR

[rubiesintherough]

tiny meme call for bbys most awake atm: bren, wraith, mahia, aedus

poke the heart to get memes from all of them. Or, reply to this post and lemme know which muse(s) you want things from, specifically. if you’re also a multi, you can lemme know which of your muses you want things for, otherwise it’ll be dealer’s choice. open to any and all mutuals.

[toastiecakes]

Streamed on Twitch today!! Did a bunch of art, heehoo. We have Jack, Wraith, and Locke, ft. a friend’s oc, Dex (the red nd yellow mohawk) from the roleplay group World of Spirits! More on that later lol

[pcstilnt]

「 ♡ 」 ━ *┊ muse: ian (  closed starter ! )  @jackwngson​

❛ we have to stop meeting like this , jacky . next time , i might not be able to stop in time.  ❜ mock that hits the air , doing nothing to ease the     t e n s i o n    between the two .   anticipation   was in the air , ianthina allowing her eyes to linger down from his features to the switchblade that found itself pressed against his neck .  she dared not to move as she felt something pressed against her own side . oh the play that was at hand has the queen pin , gently suck in a bit of air through gritted teeth  while eyes glistened with a    hint   of fascination .  who would have known that her day would have turned out like this and all she wanted was to do a little undercover work to check out the competition .  

❛ is that what i think it is , or are you just that happy to see me ? ❜

[mirage-babey]

a simple serving of Miraith, inspired by Wraith’s new cinematic, and dedicated to @wraithofthevoid

Wraith and Mirage finding the facility wraith escaped from because it’s in Kings Canyon and she finally opens up about what happened

They’re walking through the corridors and she’s describing how the other Wraith saved her, but in the end she doesn’t know if she ever actually escaped

They find the room and the answer: no

Mirage tries to comfort her but the whispers reveal that this alternate Wraith got what she wanted, she got her revenge and died without regrets

And Wraith feels a weight lift off her shoulders

And somehow, despite how severely damaged the tech is, they find the truth of her identity and finally, after so long searching, she finds her name in the same facility that stripped it from her

She’s spent so long only going by Wraith it’s hard to be called Renee again

Mirage is the only one that calls her that for a long, long time

It starts only in quiet moments, often when the voices get too loud and she needs something to ground her, something to comfort her

Only she and Mirage know her true name, and it feels different. It’s a secret, but for once not one she keeps only to herself, and somehow that makes it sweeter

For once, she has the luxury of being able to share information with someone and not fear the consequences

She grows fond of her name

Renee Blasey

The more she hears it, the more she becomes accustomed to it

It’s a chance at normalcy, one that Elliott helps her reach

Wraith and Mirage are how they met, but Renee and Elliott is their chance at something more

And like their aliases, their true names are destined to somehow intertwine

After all, Renee Witt has a nice ring to it

[wraithofthevoid]

SKULLPIERCER IS BACK BOIIS, IM LIVING