#change moon to storm and all the pronouns to he and…..yeah

[hamptoninnfreebreakfast]

Solemn Moodboard

“Thine the Amber hand, and mine the distant sea. Obedient to the least command thine eye impose on me.”

[nemisuki]

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ೀ⋆ || Of course the rain ruined your date, but luckily for a certain blonde, it ended with a little kiss ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 

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ᝰ.ᐟ ||  katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, acts of service, 917 word count •°. *࿐

Having free time while attending a school made for heroes in training is practically once every blue moon.

But thankfully, now with exams over, it finally gave you the opportunity to spend some much needed quality time with your grumpy boyfriend.

Though there was one little problem that made you two return earlier than expected.

It certainly doesn't look like the heavy downpour is gonna stop anytime soon, leaving the couple to seek shelter underneath one umbrella, trying to fight off the storm that's busy crying above them.

"Tch, damn rain..."

Your eyes soften, taking on a more delicate tone to match the guilty feeling in your chest, "I'm sorry Katsuki, I should've checked the weather before we went out, I know how much you hate rain..."

He takes a glance at your direction, brows already furrowing at your timid apology — an unnecessary one at that — he sighs, giving your head a little pat with his free hand. Slender fingers caressing the locks of hair underneath.

"I told ya' to stop yur' apologizing, dummy."

A wave of warmth fills every inch of your body at the intimate gesture, your smile immediately returning in full force, only this time with a more joy-like glint in your eyes.

He scoffs at the instant change of your mood, secretly amused by the sudden 180 in emotion.

"So damn needy," he grumbles. the words not picked up by your ears given the outside noise, continuous falling raindrops heard all around them, soothing to anyone else, but a hindrance to him.

You let out a small yawn, his keen hearing hastily picking it up despite the surrounding dripping sounds, though he's not shocked, you always seem to find peace in the rain... maybe too much.

That's when he takes notice of your sluggish form, the way you look like you could fall asleep at any moment, only making him pick up the pace, urging you to follow, wanting to reach the dorms as soon as possible.

"don't doze off, yeah? rather keep you intact then—"

"agh—!"

His words waver as he hears you randomly yelp, and in an instant, his eyes quickly snap over to you, noticing you slip on a particularly sleek spot of the pavement, the puddles not at all helping as you stumble forward, nearly about to kiss the damn ground.

Yeah... not on his watch.

"For the love of—"

With seasoned trained instincts, his free arm immediately wraps around your waist, steadying you up before you could even blink, not even dropping the umbrella as his eyes flicker all over you, searching for any potential signs of injuries or harm.

Leaving you absolutely stunned at his quick reflexes.

"Oi, you good? Tsk, yur' such a damn klutz, right when I told you to not doze off—"

You couldn't help but to giggle at the irony of it all, only earning a weak glare from him towards your visible amusement, the blonde clearly finding no humor in the situation.

"o-oh my god! i can't believe that just happened, pfft—"

He grunts, averting his gaze from your own, randomly focusing on a tree up ahead to ignore the warm sensation in his chest at your pretty laughter, "stop laughing, ya moron! you could've been hurt dammit!"

It takes a minute or so, Katsuki's scolding slowly forgotten in the background, but after a few moments, your little giggling fits eventually comes to an end, but even so, you realize you still need to show your savior some love.

Given he's still lecturing you about 'proper fucking safety' and how you 'should look where your damn going next time'.

Your eyes glance back at his face, a frown clearly taking over his expression as he rambles on.

"I told ya' a million times to wear rain boots and not yur' damn sneakers! it doesn't matter if 'those shoes ruin the fit', do you know how many people get a fucking concussion cause of that shit—"

His words waver as you lean forward, a teasing glint in your eyes as you get on your tippy toes, giving his lips a quick peck at first to gauge his reaction, slightly pulling away but not entirely... not just yet.

He freezes, eyes slightly widening at the sudden contact, looking down at you as if you committed a crime in public, despite no one else being around.

Then barely, just barely, does his muscles fully relax, eyes softening as the grip around your waist tugs you closer, much to your liking, given your cheesy smile.

"thank you for saving me, dynamight~"

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother to hide the small smirk on his face, giving your skin a soft squeeze before leaning down, completely forgetting the umbrella as it plops down on the ground.

The cool raindrops peppering all over you two as your gazes meet.

"Watch it nerd, it's great explosion murder god dynamight, but... for you I'll let it slide."

Your breath hitches as he closes the distance, soft plush lips moving against your own in a gentle exchange of affection, leaving you absolutely breathless.

The two of you stand there for a while, with your arms wrapped around his neck, while his own tenderness remains at your waist, creating a bubble of warmth in the midst of the downpour.

For the majority of his life, the boy has hated rain, but perhaps now, he'd have a memory worth looking forward too, for the storm will pass and bring in new light.

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a/n ||| hi my beautiful flowers! it's raining outside so i wrote this snippet bc rain makes me think of bkg so so much! also omg huge warm welcome to aiko for joining the taglist, welcome to the flower garden my cutie! sending u kisses and hugs hehe... now time for me to go, plus ultra! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ tags ||| @leleyro @skylermiller1 @aikojwhpa @zaiban2989 @qyuin @sunnyalmighty (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[beeismessingaround]

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☆Hi! So i wanna post a little about my mha DR because im really hyperfixated on it rn😭

So here it goes Ig if you have any questions feel free to ask Im more than willing to respond

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MHA DR ♡

Name:Bianca

Nicknames:Bee,Bia

Age:15

Height:5'4

Pronouns;She/they

Nationality:Portuguese

Appearence

I don't have a faceclaim but I used AI to try and mimick what I kinda look like

Also if u see me using any pics where the hair is longer it still makes sense because I spontaneously change mine anyways

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Quirk ⭐️

Quirk Description: it's called celestial control and I can basically control the moon and the sun , and based on the time of day, as in if its day or night I have different abilities

Day; I have energy manipulation, energy absorption, light manipulation, manipulation of the light spectrum, pyrokinesis and I can change light into physical matter

Night; I can manipulate shadows and dreams, I can create illusions,manipulate gravity, I can teleport between shadows, I can control blood (which doesnt have to be in people's bodies) and have other vampirism attributes, I can also manipulate the stars and their light into weapons and blasts

Drawback; Guys I haven't thought of one yet HELP 😭😭😭

Also during solar eclipses something diff happens but I'll probably make a whole other post about that

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Hero Suit !

So I don't have like an official hero suit but just so you guys understand the vibe of the suit which isn't really a suit anyways

Now this does have some practical functionalities I haven't thought of which ones but it does also it isnt a dress in like the picture it has pants I promise

Backstory :D

My backstory is not as intriguing as half of the people here it's so cringy but like idk

My parents weren't exactly common folk in this case my mother was a pro-hero called storm (yes same powers but not that storm) and my dad was out of the picture. From an early age, I exhibited an affinity for the sun and moon.

As a child, my quirk manifested unexpectedly. One sunny afternoon, while I was playing in the backyard, I reached out to touch a sunflower.And to my surprise, the flower caught on fire. My mother and my grandma who were both there there at the time were both amazed and concerned.

But mother dearest being a pro here handled it pretty well I would say, later on during my younger years I jst kept discovering I could do stuff it's like every day I would wake up and it's like wow I didnt know I could do that

Neat Ig

Anyways I had a pretty chill childhood I'll say, but I did know shoto and Momo and Iida before coming to UA cuz rich people know rich people.

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Relationships <3

So my S/O is Bakugo but my dear people I have a DR that is practically the same as this one but my S/O is Shigaraki cuz he's my favourite character, I jst didn't know how to make him my S/O in this one and I love my Angry Pomeranian man aswell so, anyways if u see me calling Shigaraki my S/O its jst different DRs

Anyways he's so silly lol

Name:Katsuki Bakugo

Age:15

Height:6'1

Love language:Quality time and physical touch

(his definition of quality time is training until my bones are mush ☹️☹️☹️)

Confession:Angrily blurting it out in an argument...Guys I'm a sucker for this

10/10 accurate representation of our relationship

I'll probably make a separate post with scenarios I've scripted in my DR lol

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☆Now for the friendships !!

So my friendgroup is mostly the bakusquad, I've been a mha fan since 2019 so yes bakusquad is forever in my memories

But if you don't know here is the bakusquad members

☆Bakugo - S/O

☆Kirishima - He's honestly my like best guy friend here

☆Mina - I Love her SM my bestie <333

☆Sero - He's the mom friend I appreciate him

☆Denki - I'm so excited to jst do dumb shit with him

Yeah those are all my best friends emphasises on Mina tho

Out of the bakusquad I scripted 2 of my CR friends in

☆Bea - Either keeps me from doing dumbshit or does it with me i love her, I made her s/o todoroki cuz Im nice

☆Mari - Childhood friend I've known her for 9 years now I think,most loyal hoe on the planet, obsessed with mickey mouse,just that should let you know she needs no s/o

And I'm also rll good friends with Jirou, Hagakure and Tsuyu I'm clearly a girl's girl

I dont have a bad relantionship with anyone in class cuz I scripted mineta out #self-care

This is the seating and dorm arrangements btw and i will take no criticism for them😙

I FORGOT TO PUT AOYAMA IN THIS ONE BTW

There are the dorms which were also meticulously crafted to however the fuck I wanted them ☺️

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Anyways I think that's all I have to say for now ask any questions if u have them and yh sorry for any spelling errors english is not my first language

-Bee⭐️

[that-starry-freak]

uhm

So

More children for @sunny-sourzii !!!! (Also tagging @melodi-jackson cause I feel like you like seeing the kids too)

uhhh- first off!!! The twins! Yes, another set, I like making twins, sue me

(Also its raining SO hard rn and I'm so happy)

anyway, Morning glory and Moonflower!! Or Glory and Datura, as they're usually called. They're the 2nd youngest set of siblings in the third generation! Only older then Venus, Mars, and uh- listen i read the names once im.not very good at retaining knowledge

Glory is defiently the more extroverted of the two. She looks up to her siblings, and loves to play with them. Eccpecially giving them little makeovers (which usually ar exist her putting stickers on their face and scribbling red marker like blush, but yknow, shes got the spirit) he eccpecially loves when Lune does his makeup. He likes feeling pretty. Sbe also really enjoys bright colors, and her favorite color is rainbow! Though he's a bit impartial to pink! She's also very energetic, probaly one of the most energetic out of her siblings, but she always knows how to calm herself down for her twin brother. Her favorite stuffed animal is also because it reminded her of Datura!!

(Also nvm im not happy anymore the storm is giving me a headache)

Oh- wait- let's go it may be going away)

Datura however is the much more shy and introverted of the two. He is very reserved, calm, and quiet. He loves to read, and started reading full on chapter books at a pretty young age. He has social anxeity, and really opens up around Glory and a few others of his siblings. He also really admires Chica, but is too scared to talk to her. He also realized he was a boy pretty young, as he really didn't like when people would call him a girl and treat him like one, and he always felt quite a bit different from his sister. He takes after sun, ftm <3. Though he takes after moon in most other regards.

Aaannndd- yeah!! I love these two tbh. I love their designs, eccpecialy Glory's, and I think they're really sweet. Also I like their names.

And now to the other child i made! Thats right! I made a third one! I did all of this yesterday btw I was on the roll-

This is Luna Moth!! Or Luma, for short. (Also im changing their pronouns maybe to she/they) they're only a few years older then Datura and Glory

They're the family theatre kid, and likes putting on plays and puppet shows and just generally preforming for the kids in the daycare, as well as for the triplets. They like older musicals and theatre rather than new ones, but im not gonna name any cause I havnt watched any!!!! (Not Broadway ones at least) but idk they probaly like Shakespeare phantom of the opera and stuff

The drawing to the left is more of what they wear casually, outside of the daycare. Also I havnt decided if the antennas are part of them or the hats, though I'm probaly gonna do it wear its part of them.

And uhh- yeah! Luma!

I also have these little headshot draawings of all my children so far- (6 of them!) 2 vers

Shaded

And unshadwd

(From left to right. Top row: Solar, Lune, Nebula. Bottom row: Glory, Datura, Luma)

And uhhh- yeah!!!!

[ilikefandoms]

Family Dinner - Robby Keene

Request - Hi, it's me again. You could write something in which the reader and Robby are in a secret relationship and Daniel notices that boy's passionate gaze and is curious to know who the mysterious young woman is who was leaving him like this, then asks him to invite her to a family dinner . It turns out that Daniel didn't even imagine that this girl was the golden student of Cobra Kai, almost as relentless as Tory and Samantha's number one rival. Throughout dinner, the reader does her best not to provoke a scene, even with Sam's indiscreet insinuations about her being a bad person and to make matters worse, a conversation about sexual orientation arises in a very prejudiced way from Louie and she is extremely offended after a prejudiced comment about bisexuality (she is bisexual, Robby knows and accepts this), Daniel ends up being faster and goes after her, the two talk very cute (almost father and daughter) and the two end up giving each other very well . Anyway, after all that mixture of emotions that was the night, Robby takes the reader home which leads to a lot of affection and kisses on her part (deep down, under that badass exterior she is just a big monster of affection ❤). Sorry if it took too long hahaha.

Pronouns used - She/Her

A/N -  Disclaimer: I do not agree with anything that Louie says in this, it is purely for the storyline. I also kinda made Sam look like a bad guy...sorry Sam.

Warnings - Louie being a biphobic asshole, language

Word Count - 1593

You and Robby had a somewhat 'secret relationship'. You had both decided not to tell anyone, considering the rivalry between your respective dojos. Anyway, you were enjoying spending time with Robby alone.

Daniel had begun to get suspicious though. He had noticed that Robby had been acting different than usual, smiling at his phone, and getting home later. Daniel had made the fair assumption that Robby was in fact, seeing someone.

He had not-so subtilty brought up the question in conversation, taking Robby aback. Robby had admitted it though, and Mr Larusso had asked to meet this ‘Mystery Girl’, and asked Robby to invite you to family dinner.

So, here you were standing outside the Larusso’s house, having just texted Robby that you were here. You didn’t want Sam answering the door. 

Robby opened the door, “Hey babe, why didn’t you knock?”

“I didn’t want Sam or someone opening it to see me,” you shrugged, “I’m just nervous I guess, what with mine and Sam’s rivalry, with Cobra Kai. Everything,”

Robby wrapped his arms around you, “It’s gonna be ok, alright. If it ends up being too awkward or whatever, we can leave,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” 

He kissed your cheek, “Anytime. Ready to go in?” you nodded. Robby placed his hand in yours, and you walked in.

The Larusso’s house was beautiful, it had off-white walls, a mixture of hardwood and patterned flooring, and large windows. It was probably one of the nicest houses you’d ever been in.

“Hey Robby,” Amanda Larusso approached you, “This must be your girlfriend. I’m Amanda,”

“Y/N,” you said.

“it’s so great to meet you, Robby’s told us so much about you!” She said - even if this wasn’t true.

“No he hasn’t,” you said, with a weak chuckle.

“Okay, well... that’s true, but I hope to get to know you more today. Okay, we are eating outside today as it is a lovely night. Everyone else is already out there, make yourselves at home, and dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” she said, smiling.

You both thanked her, before heading outside to where everyone was talking. “Hey everyone,” Robby made your presence known.

“Hey Robby!” Daniel greeted, before laying his eyes on you, when his smile faded. It was no secret that you were the Golden Student of Cobra Kai, you had even been known to take Miguel and Tory in fights, and of course...Sam.

“What is she doing here?” Sam exclaimed, gesturing towards you.

Your grip on Robby’s hand tightened. You had expected this, so you decided to stand your ground, “I was invited,” you asserted.

“Who would invite you here?” Sam asked with narrowed eyes.

“Sam,” Robby said, in an attempt to calm her down. 

It was at this point that her eye’s travelled down to where yours and Robby’s hands were enlaced. “Don’t tell me you’re actually dating this bitch,”

“Sam!” Daniel scolded, and just before an argument could come out, Mrs Larusso arrived, holding trays of food.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“No, mom. We’re fine,” Sam said, partially through gritted teeth.

**********

There had been evident silence since dinner had started, it was starting to get annoying, how Sam was giving you death glares from across the table. Anthony was doing the same, although he was just probably copying what Sam was doing.

Amanda then decided to break the silence, asking you a question “So, Y/N how did you and Robby meet?”

“We met at the skate park. Robby was tried to do a new trick, but it went wrong and his board ended up flying in my direction, he apologised, we started talking, and...here we are,” you replied, giving her a smile.

“Oh that’s sweet, and from what little Robby has said, you do karate?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, purposefully not saying your dojo’s name - even if Sam and Mr Larusso knew, you wanted to keep the dojo rivalry to a minimum.

“She’s top of her class as well,” Robby added, “She can easily beat me in a fight,” 

“Only because you fight dirty,” Sam uttered underneath her breath.

You ignored her, “I wouldn’t say easily,” you protested, “But, yeah I can totally kick your ass,” you said, letting out a small laugh. Sam rolled her eyes

“Wow, that’s really impressive. What dojo do you go to,” Mrs Larusso asked.

“Oh, um, Cobra Kai,” you said, somewhat trailing off towards the end.

“Oh. Okay, is this why this dinner is being so awkward?” she said, and no-one answered, “Obviously it is,” she mumbled.

“Aren’t they the dojo that dislocated Robby’s shoulder?” Louie asked.

“Technically that was just Hawk,” Robby defended.

“Still doesn’t excuse their shitty teaching methods,” Sam said quietly.

Your hand balled into a fist. Her snarky comments were starting to fuel your anger. Robby placed his hand over yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles - an action that he knew calmed you, and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Y/N, are you new to town? I can’t recall seeing you anywhere,” Amanda questioned, seemingly ignoring her daughters comments.

“Yeah, I only moved here 6 months ago. My mom got a new job,” you explained.

“Oh, what does you mom do?"

“She’s a real estate agent,” you replied.

“Oh, that’s cool,”

**********

Conversation slowly picked up from there, although that didn’t stop Sam from making remarks. It was like she was trying to get people to think you were a bad person, saying stuff like ‘Dad, I’m glad that you taught me and Robby the right way of karate’.

It was honestly taking a toll on you, you had to work hard to make a good impression, and not act out and make a scene.

“Mom, did I tell you that Moon has a girlfriend now?” Sam asked her mother.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” 

“Yeah, it’s this Piper. She’s nice,” she explained.

“Moon is the girl that was dating that Hawk guy?” Louie butted in.

“Yeah,”

“Was she just gay all along then?”

“No, she’s just bisexual,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows at Louie’s question.

“Sam, come on. Bisexuality isn’t real,” you fists balled as Louie continued, “People are either gay or straight, you can’t like both, that’s just... unnatural,”

“Fuck this!” You yelled. You rose from your seat, and stormed out of the back yard.

“Louie, what the fuck?” Sam, and Amanda said in unison. Robby sat there glaring at Louie for a few seconds, before standing up to go after you. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder, and muttered an “I’ll go,” and went after you. Meanwhile, Amanda was kicking Louie out of the house, using language she would never use in front of her kids in any other sort of situation.

Daniel ran after you. “Y/N! Wait,” 

“What do you want?” you said, wiping tears that had escaped. 

“Look, I’m sorry for what Louie said. If it’s any consolation, Amanda is shouting at him, and kicking him out,” he stated.

“You can’t control what he said. It’s not your fault,” 

“I know, but I’m still sorry, and I’m also sorry for what Sam has been saying. I know you two have your rivalry...thing, but it shouldn’t have come up,”

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded.

“You did well for handling it as well as you did, had that of been me, I would’ve thrown hands,” he said, impressed.

“Oh, trust me I wanted to. It just doesn’t give off a good impression if you beat the shit out of the people your boyfriend’s living with,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, well I guess not,” he smiled.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well like, I’m a part of Cobra Kai. I’ve been in fights with your daughter, I’m not what people call the best ‘influence’ on people. Need I say more?” you said

“I see your point, but Robby trusts you. I’ve seen him improve since you two have been together, he seems happier, and if he trusts you, then I do too,” he explained.

“Thank you Mr Larusso,” you said, smiling at him.

“No problem kid,” he smiled back, “Now, if you want to stay for dessert, we have ice cream,” he offered.

“I think I’d just rather go home, if that’s okay,” you said.

“That’s totally fine, alright? I’ll go get Robby to take you home?” 

“Yes please,” you said, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome. I’ll see you soon,”

“Bye”

Robby came out a minute after Daniel had left, and immediately hugged you, “Are you okay?” he mumbled.

“I will be. I just want to go home,” you replied. 

“Okay, lets go, yeah?” he asked. You replied by nodding your head, yes.

**********

You and Robby had arrived at your house, and he walked you up to the front door. “Can you stay with me?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,”

You both made your way up the stairs and into your room. You grabbed some comfy clothes, and changed in the bathroom, before coming back to Robby.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

“A little. Can we cuddle?” 

He just laid down in your bed, and opened his arms for you to lay in. You positioned yourself in his arms so your head was on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heart beating.

Robby kissed the top of your head. You shifted your head to look up at him. He kissed your lips.

You knew that this boy would be the death of you.

@blackoutgirx

[bethansfandoms]

Beth on Instagram asked for one where “Sirius knows Latin (bc Black family is extra) and basically for all of their Hogwarts time he’s been telling Remus he loves him in Latin but he’s so oblivious and eventually he figures it out and one day says it back”

“Do you know what your name means in Latin?” Sirius asked, suddenly.

It was dark in the common room and Remus was curled up in bed, Sirius next to him. The storm had triggered Remus’ nightmares and so Sirius had come into his bed and woken him from it. “If it’s wolf, I swear—”

“Ha, no, it isn’t. It’s oar. As in... the thing you row a boat with. The word for it in Latin is Remus.”

Remus smiled at the pronunciation of the word resembling his name. “Teach me something in Latin.”

“Uh... James sit irrumatus. It means he’s a dick but I’ve been telling him it means he’s the best.”

“Mean,” Remus laughed. “Thank you, for... talking to me and stuff. I hate storms they just— it was stormy the night I was bitten...” He trailed off.

Sirius’ hand gently brush his shoulder and Remus felt his breath hitch. “Don’t apologise. Te amo.”

“What does that mean?”

“Learn Latin, find out.”

“Was it an insult?”

Sirius chuckled and lay down properly, bringing the duvet around him. “Goodnight, Remus.”

There were books on ancient languages that existed in the library, it was just that Remus hadn’t ever thought to borrow them before.

Sirius had learnt both French and Latin growing up and a little bit of Greek. He never used them much because they reminded him of his family. Recently, however, Remus had heard him speaking the languages more often than usual.

He figured it was probably Sirius’ new way of telling people the honest truth without them understanding. That scared Remus a little bit. The idea that Sirius had things he wanted to say to Remus but didn’t. At least not in English.

That was why Remus didn’t tell Sirius he’d taken out the book on Latin. If he did, Sirius would probably just switch to French or Greek and Remus really did not have time to learn multiple languages for the sake of understanding what Sirius was saying.

The book stayed under his bed for almost a week before he decided to take a look at it. The moment he opened the book he realised why the library had it in the first place.

There were a list of spells in the front, all of them Latin for English words. Accio meant ‘summon’, expecto patronum meant ‘I await a guardian’, crucio meant ‘I torture.’ That, Remus thought, is why Sirius always had the best pronunciation. They were all just words he already knew.

He flicked through the book some more. The language was confusing and the grammar was harder. He read over the pages but none of it stuck. This, he realised, wasn’t a small task.

There were sections on pronouns, tenses, feelings, opinions. It suddenly seemed a miracle that Sirius not only knew this language but three others. He flicked to the opinions pages, maybe some of what Sirius said would be there.

There were a list of phrases that seemed somewhat useful. Like how ‘I hate’ was ‘odio’ or how ‘I like’ was ‘me delectat’ or how ‘I love’ was ‘amo.’

Remus paused. Amo. He recognised that word. He flicked back a few pages and read about pronouns and tense change. It was all so confusing.

He skipped forward, then, to a subsection on feelings. ‘I oderunt vos’ meant ‘I hate you,’ ‘te amo’ meant... ‘I love you.’

Te amo. He’d heard it whispered to him in the darkness as they lay side by side after a nightmare. He’d heard it after telling a joke that Sirius had laughed at. He’d heard it after coming up with an idea for a prank or when he did well in an exam or after a full moon. He’d heard it on the train station platform at the end of their sixth year. He’d heard it on the train as they started their seventh.

I love you. Sirius loved him. ‘I love you too,’ he whispered. He repeated it over and over until he heard the signature footsteps approaching and shoved the book under the bed.

Sirius, James, and Peter all walked through the door. “McGonagall is a cruel woman,” Sirius announced, flopping down on Remus’ bed. “She made us clean the trophies without magic!”

“I thought my back was going to give out,” Peter whined, curling up under his duvet.

“I told you, if you’d taken the left turn she wouldn’t have seen you. And then, like me, you could’ve stayed here all night,” Remus said smugly.

“Yes, Moony, oh wise one,” Sirius sighed. “You were right. Te amo.” Remus’ heart skipped a beat.

“Latin!” James announced. “James sit irrumatus!” he said proudly.

Sirius sniggered, “He said he’s a dick,” he whispered to Remus. “He hasn’t caught on yet.”

“Okay, I’m going to bed,” James said. Peter hummed in agreement. “I’m shattered and I never want to see a trophy again.”

“Strong words from the quidditch captain,” Sirius muttered, climbing off of Remus’ bed.

“Wait, Sirius,” Remus said, grabbing his wrist. He saw Sirius’ breathing stop, he felt his do the same. “I have a homework question for you.”

Sirius shrugged and sat on Remus’ bed. Remus drew the curtains and cast a silencing spell. “What can I help you with?”

“I don’t actually have a question about homework. It’s about Latin.”

Sirius smirked, “Learning?”

“Maybe one day. How do you say too? As in... likewise, as well.”

“Uhh, probably quoque. You could also use etiam.”

“Where does it go in a sentence? Before or after the verb, I mean.”

“Before.”

“Okay... so te quoque amo would mean...”

“I love you too, yeah, good.” He smiled and then quickly stiffened. “Hang on...”

“Te amo, that, uh, that’s what you say to me. Isn’t it?”

Sirius gulped, “Well I— you know?”

“There’s books in the library. I looked at one today.”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said quickly, eyes wide, “I didn’t think you’d—”

“Didn’t you listen to me? Te quoque amo. I love you too.”

“You do?” Sirius asked, a smile spreading on his face. Remus nodded. “Merlin, Remus. Te amo. Te amo. I love you. I’m sorry I— I’ve wanted to say it for so long I didn’t know how.”

“Can you teach me one more thing?” Sirius smiled and waited for Remus to continue. “How do you say... can I kiss you?”

Sirius smile turned into a full grin, “Et deosculer te, potest.”

“Et... damn it, that’s way harder than I anticipated. Can you repeat it for me?”

“Et deosculer te, potest.”

“Right, uh, and what’s yes?”

Sirius laughed, “Just... kiss me, please.”

Remus didn’t need him to ask again. He cupped Sirius’ face and closed the space between their lips. They were both smiling too much and the angle was a little off as they were both sat cross legged a little too far away. Remus didn’t care. It was perfect.

“Te amo,” Sirius whispered, his smile still prominent.

“Te quoque amo.”

A/N yeah so my school was not good enough to have Latin in the language department. I used google translates. If you speak Latin and it takes away your enjoyment of this because it’s riddled with errors... that’s on you for learning a dead language come on now :)) (I’m joking. I apologise.)

[suicidalslasher]

𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 - 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒅.

the one where Jason is a jealous  dumbass,  that’s it -  that’s the plot.

WARNINGS: This is a Jason Dean fanfiction, therefore, you all know what you’re signing up for. I don’t really got to tell you, twice. 

  Possessive!Jason. Jealous!Jason. Female reader, reader’s pronouns are she/her. 

Slight mention and scene of choking but it’s not graphic. A hint of NSFW but it isn’t shown. Also there’s a few mentions of blood but it’s not a lot, either. I wanted to tag that nonetheless, too. Also, Jason actually shows emotions in this which is out of character but in MY world, Jason Dean is a simp to his girlfriend and would rather die than to live a day without her. 

I may add the smut scene later on, who knows?  Not me. This is my first imagine of Jason Dean so be nice to me or I’ll be like Ghostface and gut you like a fish (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*  

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White knuckles from clenching his fists too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, Jason bit back his words, knowing they'd be harsh and full of  poison.  He's fully aware of how much damage he'd likely cause if he spit out the words that were on his mind.  He was going to break, and he knew it wasn't going to take too long until he did so.   Yet, as the female continued to talk beside him as an attempt to grab his attention, the feelings only grew larger and he dug his teeth into his bottom lip, the metallic taste of blood trickling on the tip of his tongue.   Jason swallowed that anger when it was nothing but a fire-seed and he had forgotten to drink something cold right after, in an effort to calm himself down;   therefore, it grew in his stomach until it came out hotter than any dragon breath.... all those negative emotions that swam in his veins  and crept in the pit of his stomach exploded and all the feelings he desperately was trying to hold back came burning on the one person he loved the most, his girlfriend, (Y/N). His face was red with suppressed rage and when (Y/N)  set her finger on his shoulder, he swung around and mentally snapped, his nostrils flared  and his pupils were blown and dilated  as he snarled like an  out of control beast.  "I hate him more than I do the Heathers," spat Jason,  as he pushes his girlfriend up against the wall, the framed photograph that hung there now remained at the bottom of their feet, shattered into hundreds of pieces.   "I don't like you hanging out with him." Jason growled, his fingers curling around (Y/N)'s throat, feeling her pulse begin to quicken  as he presses his weight down onto the palm of his hand.  "Do you know how much it hurts to see you look at someone else? To see you smile at someone else? It makes me feel sick.”     "Jason... Let go of me. Let's talk. Please? You don't even know him... if you'll let me speak and tell you-"  "You love him, don't you?" Jason hisses, the sentence feeling like a slap to (Y/N)'s face as he throws out this statement.... it was a lie, that's what it was and (Y/N) desperately was trying to tell him how wrong he was but he just wouldn't listen, the arrogant  son of a bitch never listens!    "You love him more than you do me."  Before either teen realizes it, Jason is letting go of (Y/N)'s throat only for him to raise his hand up  into a fist and he's punching the only other framed photograph that was beside her, the glass shattering behind his knuckles. (Y/N) screams in horror and although she's pissed off, she - obviously - still cares about her boyfriend.  "Jason!" (Y/N) yelps, tears falling down her cheeks as she rushes to her boyfriend's side, examining his hand which was now dripping with crimson, a few drops of red landing on the now broken picture frame and the wooden floor beneath their feet. "C'mon, I've got a first aid kit around here, somewhere-" "You love him." Jason repeats, ignoring the fact she was trying to help him.  He pulls his hand back, dropping his arm by his side, not  even caring about the way the blood was falling from his knuckles and staining both his pants and shirt. The anger and venom that once coated his words were now replaced with a hint of sadness and heartbreak.  She's never seen him this upset before.... regardless, if he'd just calm down, she could explain.  "Jason, baby-" His voice broke as he looked up at (Y/N), sad eyes meeting with her confused but angry gaze. On top of those, she was sad, too.   "Go then. Go to him, if you prefer to spend your day with him rather than your own boyfriend. You don't care about me, I'm not sure you ever did."  (Y/N) sighed, shaking her head as a few more tears spill past her cheeks. "Fine. If you won't let me talk and tell you my side of the story, I'm leaving. If that's what you think and if you truly think I don't give a fuck about you, I'm gone." (Y/N) mutters, letting go of his hand as she walks back over to the door, grabbing her keys and wallet before storming out the door, slamming the door shut as she leaves.

A week passes. 

Another week following behind that.  

(Y/N) didn't bother to call or show up.

He really fucked things up, didn't he? 

Jason wasn't huge on  showcasing his feelings and putting them out on display for people to see. The only emotion he was so used to showing was anger and madness. Nothing but chaos was built and stored away in Jason Dean's body, too.  All three traits made him who he was.  People may not like him because of his temper and all the flaws he had but it was him, and he didn't plan on changing for anybody.  Expect.... of course, (Y/N). As he sat alone in his bedroom, he felt depressed. He never cried, either.  Couldn't tell you the last time he ever did cry. Did he even cry as a baby? Jason wasn't sure, nor could he tell you.  

But.... Jason cried. For the first time in forever, he broke down and cried. Couldn't help himself.  By the end of the night, there were no tears left to cry. He had run dry. His body couldn't form any more tears.   Feeling both mentally and physically drained, Jason reached over and grabbed his phone off of the night stand, dialing the one number he actually had memorized.  All he got was her voicemail.   "This is (Y/N). I can't answer the phone at the moment but  I will get back to you as soon as I can! Bye!"  Jason groaned and he was half-tempted to throw the phone out of his window but he decided against it as he left a voicemail, regardless. He wanted (Y/N) to know he was sorry. 

He wanted (Y/N) to know that despite their arguments (which weren't constant but when they did fight, it was mainly due to Jason's behavior rather than her own) he loves her.  

 (Y/N) coming into his life was the only good thing the world had offered and gave him. He wasn't going to give her up. Not that easily, anyways.  "Hey." He had forgotten he was leaving a voicemail, having zoned out for a second, the beep brought him back out of his thoughts.  "It's me. Uh.... Jason.... your boyfriend? I hope so, anyway, still.... But, yeah, it's Jason.... Jason Dean.... ha, uh.... you knew that.

  Listen, I'm sorry for everything,  (Y/N).  I'm sorry for having that temper tantrum and taking out my frustration and jealousy on you. I'm not good at this type of stuff, not so great with showing my emotions in person either, so....

 I'll talk here,  hopefully the message goes all the way through. I don't want to say this in person, again, I'm not good at the whole unraveling my feelings, especially not face to face.

 But... (Y/N), baby, you're the best thing that's ever been mine. You're my darlin', my girl, and I got jealous because I was scared, okay? 

I was scared of losing you. And I'm telling you this because it's been awhile now and I haven't seen you around or heard from you in awhile. Therefore, I may have already lost you but.... I love you, (Y/N)... and I'm sorry, okay? 

Thought you'd never hear me say that, huh? Me, apologizing? That's like... once in a blue moon. Hah.....  

But, uh... well, it's true. I'm sorry and I, Jason Dean, love you, (Y/N) (L/N). And I hope that you still love me too."   With that, Jason ends the call, hanging the phone back up on the table as he falls back onto the bed. He didn't - doesn't - know what to do if he didn't have (Y/N) by his side.   Trying to ignore these thoughts and place his attention elsewhere, he decides he needs to focus on sleeping. His body was exhausted after all that crying, plus the punch to the picture frame was still making his hand ache and throb, despite it being a few weeks since he had done it. 

He had one hell of a nasty bruise, too. He was sure it wouldn't look so ugly and scarred if he  had listened to (Y/N) and taken her up on that offer when she suggested the first aid kit...  Before he knows it, he's drifting off into a deep slumber, naturally bringing a pillow into his chest, tucking it underneath his arm as he falls asleep.   

Faint whispers of (Y/N)'s name spills pass his lips as he sleeps. He'd rather be cuddling her than a pillow but he'll take what he can get. He just hopes she'll accept his apology.  

(Y/N) gets home a little after midnight, sighing heavily and tiredly as she kicks off her shoes and strips out of her jacket, hanging the coat up first before setting her shoes under the rack. She had just finished unpacking and helping her cousin move things in his new apartment and she was exhausted. All she wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed. 

 In the corner of her eye, however, she notices her answering machine is flashing red, letting her know someone had left a voicemail.  She walks over and clicks on the button, expecting it to be for  her parents but instead she's met with a shocking fate - it was Jason.  

Hearing his voice, so weak and vulnerable, brought tears to her eyes and she bit back a sob. Especially when he apologized, that was new. 

They've said those three words to each other before, of course, but it was hearing how sad he sounded that let her know he truly did love her, despite everything they've been through and all the silly arguments they've shared over the past few months; they loved each other. 

 And nothing - nobody - could ever stand in the way of that.   Jason was still a huge dumbass, however. 

And as she grabs her jacket, sliding the thick layer of clothing around herself and dips her feet into her boots, she's quick to go and tell him that, too.  

She loves him, yes, but she needs to let him know he was a  huge fucking idiot. 

Jason, for the most post, was sleeping peacefully until he heard a loud crash coming from downstairs, along with a string of curse words. 

  He was quick to get up, throwing the blanket and pillow aside as he opened his bedroom door and creeps down the hallway, wondering who the hell was in his living room.   

He was met with.... well, not a burglar  neither his father as he would have guessed the next outcome to be but rather his girlfriend.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" He asks, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands as he tried to shake off the remaining sleep that had taken over him not even a few hours ago. 

"I came here to scare you, obviously." She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she scrambles up and off of the floor, brushing her knees and arms from the fall she had taken.  "Your door was locked, couldn't find the extra key anywhere so I snuck in through the window and-"

"And... you're bleeding." Jason said, gesturing to the tiny gash on her arm.   "C'mon, I've got a first aid kit around here somewhere." He mocks, giving her a playful smile as he quoted the words she had said to him the day they got into that fight. 

 (Y/N) said nothing but she follows when Jason offers his hand out to her, anyway.   He was surprised when he did find the small box up in a cabinet.   

"It's fine. I'm fine. Nothing  a bandage won't fix, right?" 

"(Y/N). Why are you here? You never did answer me." Jason said, getting out the tiny box of band-aids, ripping one open as he presses the item down onto her arm. She was right, it wasn't a big cut, a few drops of blood, sure, but it wasn't one that'd get infected.  

"I got your voice message." She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "And I came to talk to you about it."

He wasn't sure whether or not that was a good or bad thing.

 "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. You're a dumbass." 

Oh. 

 It was bad. 

He felt his heart drop down to his stomach. He really let his jealousy get the best of him and now he was going to lose the one good thing he had in his life. 

"I love you but you didn't let me speak," She continued.  "That guy you saw... first of all, you have no right to judge him or say you hate him when you have no idea who he is. That dude I was seen with was my cousin, who, may I add, is gay.” 

“I’ve been helping him move which is why you saw me in town with him. We were getting a few supplies and picking up his furniture.” She continues.

“You got jealous over a guy who is far from being attracted to  females. And you know... he's related to me as well, so, that also plays a huge part in it. And if you didn't notice either, the picture you broke was actually a portrait of my family and his together at a family reunion. Of course, you didn't see that, though or probably even noticed but.... yeah, you're a dumbass. I love you, J.D, but you're an idiot for thinking I'd ever love someone more than I love you." 

Jason says nothing, he feels embarrassed, ashamed, but overall; he feels happy, knowing she still loves him, even if he was a total moron.  "I'm sorry, baby, I got jealous and I shouldn't jump so quickly to conclusions  and-"

"And you need to make up for it." She said, pressing her chest up against his, resting her hand on the palm of his cheek, brushing a few stray hairs out from his face as she gives him a seductive look. "And how.... exactly, are you going to make up for it, baby?" She purred. 

"I think I've an idea." He said with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah? While you're at it, can you choke me like you did, too?" 

"I'll do more than just choke you with my hand, darling." 

"To be suffocated and to choke on either your cock and hand would be a blessing, my dear." 

"Then let's go upstairs, shall we?"

(Y/N) smiled and took Jason's hand with her own, giggling as if she wasn't just talking about getting choked by her boyfriend, as if she was some saint rather than a sinner. Fuck... Jason loves how dirty she was. "We shall." He replies, nearly dragging her up the stairs and into his bedroom. 

"Going to show you how much I love you, going to treat you so good, so well, baby girl... missed you so much, love you so much..." 

[creepypocky]

Hello dear! May I have a romantic and Nsfw creepypasta match-up please? Feel free to ignore this if they are closed but if you do choose to do this then thank you so much! I hope you have a great day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm a big extrovert, goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back. I can have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part.....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. Also if they told me that they "Needed" me I would also die on the spot...in a good way. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt. Things I don't like are impact play or the whole "Daddy kink" It kinda just makes me cringe

I also don't think I really have a type but.....I do tend to love people who are brooding, and intimidating on the outside but a big teddy bear on the inside because that's how I am sometimes. I hate people who are fake or just passive aggressive because they are super annoying to deal with and honestly if you have something to say then just say it to my face rather than behind my back.

Hello :)

|| I enjoyed reading through this. I'll definitely work on it now. ||

I match you with ~ Jeff The Killer!

First off, he really likes your size and style, he has a think for small girls that can still be tough and that’s something he loves showing off when you get together lmfao, he’s like, “Yeah, my girls strong. Fuck you gonna do about it?”

Now, Jeff is a really unstable, violent guy. A lot of people (even me) don’t even see him ever being interested in being in a relationship, so when the creeps saw Jeff with his arm around you, they were immediately baffled by it.

The truth is, though, this man totally wants to have someone by his side, someone that accepts him even though he’s a killer. Someone that’s open to his feelings and is willing to look past all of the horrible shit he’s done.

You’re like that to him, it took him a very long time to get used to how he felt for you at first. At first he thought his brain was just being stupid, but Jeff isn’t dumb. He knows what these feelings feel like, and he recognized them almost immediately after that.

Jeff is really insane, and he constantly leans on you for support and depends on you to keep him leveled at times. It can get pressuring, but despite it all he always makes sure to not blame you if he ends up doing something dumb because he knows it’s not your fault.

He finds your clothing style pretty hot, he really loves badass kind of outfits with leather and band names, because as I said, he loves to show off that his girl is “cool” or something.

He thinks your resting bitch-face and cold exterior is really badass too, being around you always gives him so much confidence and its a great change from the usual fake confidence he has around everyone that he keeps up as a defense mechanism when in reality he was always pretty insecure.

I honestly think Jeff is an extrovert too, like he loves being around people and interacting with them (When they’re not normal people and don’t think he’s hideous, that is). I canon this mostly because when hes alone, then he’s also alone with his thoughts and his thoughts always end up wandering to his insecurities and what he hates about himself, but you often catch him during these times and you reassure him that everything will be okay and that you still love him.

He totally relates to being the friend that says stupidest shit, you two will often just go up to one of the creeps and just start spouting random shit. He honestly fucking loves being goofy with you, and you two are always creating awesome memories together when you prank the other creeps and sometimes each other and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you do stupid shit that gets you in trouble or puts you in danger, he’s always quick to get to you and make sure you’re okay, he would probably panic a lot though. Like, “What the fuck, dumbass?” “How the HELL did you do that???“ as he’s frantically trying to solve the situation. Will most definitely sit there and laugh at you for a good 5-10 minutes once the whole thing is dealt with though.

You being able to stick up for your friends is one of the great qualities about you that he absolutely adores, especially since before he became a killer he would always get bullied and nobody would ever stick up for him, so one day when you defend him against a bunch of assholes it just warms his heart up and makes him feel so loved, but he most likely wont admit that.

He’d let it slip eventually though.

When you’re feeling self-destructive, he is 100% there for you. Although he’s not really the best at giving advice, he’ll still sit there with you and let you talk your heart out and will listen to every single word because he wants to show that same contribution towards you that you’ve shown him. He’ll constantly reassure you that not everything is your fault and that you’re strong, and he’ll make little promises to you.

If it was a person in particular making you feel that way though, he’d definitely make sure to pay a visit to the motherfucker.

He admires your determination to fight for the things you want, but to an extent. He hates it when you overwork yourself or push beyond your limits to the point where it destroys you, and he wants you to know that you’re not alone and you can ask for help, you don’t have to destroy yourself. He’s more than willing to stay right there, by your side.

He understands hiding your true emotions, because well, he’s had to do it a lot around the other creeps and around his family when they were still alive. So he won’t ever push you to talk about somehting if you don’t want to, but he doesn’t want you to pretend to be okay either. He’s more than willing to just lay with you and do whatever you want if it would make you feel better.

He honestly likes how you have a southern accent at times, when he’s feeling upset or like his sanity is draining, your accent really soothes him so sometimes he’ll ask you to lay it on thick because he could honestly listen to you talk to him and listen to your accent all day if he wanted to.

It’s good that you like cigarette smoke because I canon this man smokes very often.

When it storms at night, he’ll always hold you close to him with a blanket and just listen to the storm sounds with you because it soothes him too. This man is really pent up from feeling driven to constantly murder and just sitting with you listening to the rain and thunder is one of the main things that level him.

He’s really not the best.... at cooking.... but, this means you can cook often for him since he won’t for himself. B)

He will just put you in a car and drive for hours to no destination and blast that 80s and 90s music just to see that smile on your face.

This man will 100000000000% destroy any spider within a 10 mile radius of you.

He understands not liking people who are fake because there were a lot of people who talked shit about him when he went to school, and when he has a problem with someone he will always say it to their face and make them understand that they’re a piece of shit to him.

NSFW:

You like being dominated and guided? Good, because this man is at least 95% a top. He thinks it’s adorable that you’re shy and will most definitely be willing to guide you through the whole thing and tell you exactly what to do for him.

Jeff is really possessive tbh, so when he’s fucking you he will constantly say shit like,

“Fucking mine”

“You’re nobody elses“

“You belong to me, only”

This man will definitely bite you everywhere, he lives to just throw you down onto the bed and start biting everywhere on your body and making sure to leave marks just so you know exactly who owns you.

Don’t worry honey, he will spend hours just filling you with his cock and telling you that you cant cum unless you beg more, or he’ll just pull out right when you’re about to cum on him and just slap your folds with his fingers as a way to make fun of you.

He’ll call you things like, “baby” “dollface” “darling” when he’s feeling passionate but oh boy if he’s feeling angry or he’s punishing you? Be prepared to be degraded all night.

There we go <3

Sorry if this is too long lmfao, I just think that Jeff is a really misunderstood piece of shit. I hope you’re having a great day and taking care of yourself, and I hope you enjoyed this matchup. :)

[thirstyforcharacters]

3. Breaking the Ice

Part 3 of 4 of the Winter Storm Warning Series

Summary: After the resounding defeat of your foes at the ruins of the Hoth base, you and Poe realize that with the snowstorm raging outside, you're trapped inside the base. You're not looking forward to what comes after, but maybe it won't be as bad as you thought it would be.

Notes: And now comes the fluff! If you haven’t caught them: Chapter 1 is here, Chapter 2 is here, and Chapter 4 is here! There's only one more chapter left, and more than likely, there's gonna be smut (which I know is what the people really want; there’s been practically no one that’s read this so far, but I’m hoping that changes once the smut gets posted). Anyway, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you like this one! (use of she/her pronouns in future chapters, no y/n)

Warnings: the “there was only one bed” trope, but that’s it lol

WC: 1.9k

Because of your injury (and his guilty conscience, you believed), Poe decided he would scope out the base for a decent place to shack up for the night. A lot of the base was still collapsed in on itself, so there was a possibility that there were no bedrooms or refreshers for the two of you to use. In the meantime, you were attempting to get back in contact with the general to tell her that you were stuck. Unfortunately for you, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get a signal to go through. If only the rebel base was a little bit closer. You huffed, frustrated, but you kept going; it was the only thing you could do to be helpful right now since Poe refused to let you do anything else. It was just a broken nose, so you could walk around, but he said that he didn’t want there to be a chance that you would aggravate your injury. It kind of pissed you off that he wasn’t letting you do anything, but on the same token, you understood that it was just a desire to help you.  

After yet another unsuccessful attempt, Poe returned.

Upon seeing your frustrated expression, he asked, “No luck?”

“No,” you grumbled, “the storm is too strong, I can’t get anything to go through. You have any good news?”

“A mixture of good and bad. Good news is I found somewhere we can sleep,” his expression then grew sheepish, “the bad news is, uh...”

You quirked up your eyebrow, “What?”

“There’s uh, there’s only one room that’s not collapsed. And, there’s only one bed.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t quite know what to do. You definitely didn’t want to sleep with Poe, but the bed was really the only comfortable option. You back already hurt just from sleeping against the wall for that short burst of time. But you knew that that would probably be the better option.

“You can have it. The wall is shockingly comfortable,” you joked.

“Absolutely not. It’s yours,” he rebutted.

“I’m already sitting here anyway. I’m chill with staying here,” you said, snickering slightly.

He rolled his eyes, “That was a terrible pun. But in all seriousness, you’re taking the room.”

“Nope.”

“You are. One, you’re injured. Two, it’s my fault we’re here in the first place. It’s only fair.”

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”

The question seemed to throw him off guard, “Don’t you want me to be nice to you? I can go back to being a dick, if that’s what you prefer.”

“No, I definitely prefer you this way. I just want to know why. Especially because it was so sudden.”

“I thought it would be obvious,” he replied, “you suffered because of me, so I’m making it up to you.”

“And even after you’ve made it up to me, will you continue to be nice to me? Or will you go back to having an unfounded superiority complex?” you asked.

He scratched his head sheepishly, “Well, I am a better pilot than you. But yeah, I’ll play nice as long as you do.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling, “Clearly, I’m the better pilot, since I was able to land in the middle of a snowstorm. But I wouldn’t mind being friends. It’s better than what we have going on now.”

“The landing was really good,” he complimented, making your smile grow a little wider.

“So, friends?” you questioned, holding out your hand.

He grinned, taking your hand and shaking it, “Friends.”

When you let go of his hand, you said, “And as your friend, I will be forcing you to take the room.”

“Like hell you are,” he shot back, scooping you into his arms.

“Poe!” you shrieked, “what are you doing?! Put me down!”

“Giving you the bed, Admiral,” he teased, “you’re injured, you need to rest up.”

“It’s just my nose, Dameron. It’s not like I’m gonna die.”

“You’re still getting the bed,” he stubbornly replied.

You huffed and allowed him to carry you to the small room. He gently deposited you onto the bed and straightened back up with a triumphant grin on his face.

“Oh, stop,” you groaned, smacking him in the arm.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, rubbing the injured area, “I’m giving you a gift, and this is how you repay me?”

“Yup.”

Then, you realized that while you were talking, you could see your breath in front of your face. In the hustle and bustle of the day, you forgot just how cold it was in the base.

“It’s fucking freezing in here,” you muttered, “there’s gotta be some kind of heating system.”

“Oh,” Poe said, “that was the other bit of bad news. I did find the heater, but it’s trapped under heavy debris, too much for both of us to move together. It’s super broken. We’ll be stuck here with no heat.”

“In that case, I sure hope that we can find some blankets,” you replied.

“I’ll take a look around, but I can’t guarantee anything.”

“Okay. I’ll try to get in contact with the general again, just in case.”

“Good luck.”

Poe exited the room, leaving you alone. You got your holo back out and attempted to contact the base once more, but once again, there was no response. Then, it struck you. Rey and Finn were on a mission on the nearby moon of Jhas Krill. Maybe if you were able to contact them, you’d be able to get them to relay the message to General Organa! Despite the blizzard, you were hoping that since the distance to Jhas Krill wasn’t very far, you’d be able to get through to them. The only thing left to do was try. You contacted Rey, and were rewarded when both her and Finn’s figures appeared on the holo.

“Rey, Finn! Am I glad to see you! There’s a really bad blizzard on Hoth, and I can’t get in contact with the general. Are you able to tell her that we won’t be able to be back until the storm clears up, until at least tomorrow?”

“Hey, Admiral! Of course we can,” Rey replied with a smile.

“Yeah, they’ll be back tomorrow if they don’t kill each other first,” joked Finn.

You rolled your eyes, “Very funny, Finn. And we’ve decided to be friends now, so hopefully that won’t happen.”

Rey looked shocked, “Friends? You and Poe? I honestly never thought it would happen.”

“Me neither,” you responded, “but I guess being the reason that we got captured and that my nose is broken has Poe singing a different tune.”

You saw Finn lean over and whisper something to Rey, who looked at you and giggled.

“What?”

“Nothing!” they both exclaimed in sync.

Of course, you knew that there was something, but you decided not to question it.

“Whatever. Well, if you’re going to keep secrets from me, I might as well go.”

“We have to go anyway, we’re about to head home,” Finn replied, “good luck with everything. See you tomorrow!”

“See you guys!”

You hung up, grateful that at least Finn and Rey would be able to get through to the general. But what had they been whispering about? You shook your head. There was no use worrying about it since they were never going to tell you.

Poe strode back into the room then, carrying a single, thin blanket.

“This is all I could find. Sorry,” he told you.

You waved him off, “It’s fine. Better than nothing. I have good news, though.”

“You got through to the general?”

“Nope,” you said, “but I got through to Finn and Rey and they said they could relay the message.”

“Oh, good,” Poe replied, unfolding the blanket, “that at least takes care of that.”

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Getting the blanket ready for you,” he stated, draping the blanket over you.

You threw the blanket off of you, “Absolutely not. You’re literally sleeping on the floor, you need it way more than I do.”

He picked the blanket up off of the ground and gently placed it back over your body, “I’ll be fine.”

“You’ll freeze!” you contested, trying to throw the blanket off of you again.

He sprinted away from the bedside and disappeared through the door, “Goodnight, Admiral!”

You rolled your eyes. Stubborn as a mule, he was. But at least you’d be semi-warm tonight. Poe would definitely regret that later.

An hour later, and you still couldn’t fall asleep. You tossed and turned, but couldn’t get comfortable or warm enough to fall into an easy slumber, so you ended up on your back, just staring at the ceiling. If you were faring like that, you couldn’t imagine how Poe was doing. You felt a little guilty not forcing him to take the blanket, but he escaped before you could give it back, so he kind of did it to himself.

Not any sooner than you thought that did the pilot stumble sleepily into your room. His lips were turning purple and his teeth were chattering like crazy.

“Oh, Poe, you’re freezing!” you exclaimed.

“A l-litt-ttle,” he stuttered, the cold making his teeth clink together like ice cubes.

“Come here, Poe,” you told him, gesturing to the bed.

His eyes widened slightly, ‘W-with y-you? A-are you ss-sure?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “I haven’t really slept either, it’s too damned cold. Maybe our combined body heat will help.”

He nodded and clambered over to you, not so gracefully removing his boots before laying down beside you. Since Poe was clearly freezing cold, you allowed him to snuggle into your side, and you gently wrapped one of your arms around him, holding him against you. His head flopped onto your shoulder, and you pulled the blanket up over the two of you with your free hand.

“Hopefully that’s better,” you murmured.

You felt him nod against your shoulder and he mumbled something that sounded like a “goodnight.” He closed his eyes and slowly, you felt his breathing even out until he was asleep. When you were sure he was, you glanced down at him. He was so close that you could see the grey hairs slowly starting to invade the brunet curls. A soft smile spread across your face. You had never seen him look so peaceful; usually the two of you only saw each other when you were stressed out of your minds.

Then again, you used to hate each other, so that might’ve been the reason behind that.

But he looked so… pretty.

You tried to shake that thought out of your head, but you couldn’t. Even when you strongly disliked hin, you had alway thought that he was handsome, but you were able to push it out of your head because of your disdain. Now, you couldn’t excuse your attraction away. You would never tell him that, of course. Since he hated you too, there was no way he thought you were good-looking.

You were finally able to break your train of thought when a big yawn fell from your lips. Maybe now you’d finally be able to go to sleep; you’d have a long day tomorrow full of hurtling through space, writing mission reports, and trudging through lots of snow. Your eyes fluttered shut, and if you fell asleep dreaming of the pilot beside you, well, at least no one would know.

[twi-liight]

Hey! I really love your blog and your writing and it makes go 🌻🌻🌻🌻 take your time though :-0 no rush cuz it's,, weirdly specific. Could a poor soul get some Asra with an MC who ah- how do I word this- can literally overthink themselves into an almost delusion cuz,,, Thatd be a lowkey comfort 🌻.

Hello, sunflower ♡♡♡ thank you for the kind words, I hope this gives you the comfort you need. They/them pronouns for the reader!

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Asra goes still, and listens.

The sun says goodbye to him as it sets into the horizon. It’s parting present is changing the sky’s canvas from cloudless blue to all shades of twilight… Meanwhile, the sky has nothing to say, silent and rainless. The wind has nothing to say, too. 

The sounds of despair are theirs, then. He wishes it wasn’t, but it’s theirs.

There is no rain, but the tears they’ve been crying can make up for it. And in exchange for the silence, the soft sobs they desperately tried to stifle echo in their quiet shop, disrupting the stillness of twilight’s glow upon them.

He knows how bad it can be for them. He knows, after the fall of the Devil and Lucio, that their memories began to return gradually. And while he was more than happy for them, the highs and lows of their past sometimes became too overwhelming.

He can’t just leave them alone to suffer.

Asra pushes the door open with his shoulder, allowing the dying light of the sky to enter the dark room. He finds them on their bed, their tear streaked face tilted down so they can watch their shaking hands with quiet despondence. Though their breathing is soft, it stutters and shakes. They haven’t noticed him yet.

“Hey,” he calls out softly.

Their eyes lift to search his. In the most broken voice, they whisper, “I don’t know if I should be here, Asra.”

“[F/N]…”

“No, I mean- Asra, I-…” A pause, sentence interrupted by a shaky inhale. Asra sits on the edge of the bed right beside them. “I don’t feel like I belong here.”

He frowns. There’s more to it than that. “What is making you think that?”

It comes out like water smashing through a dam. “I’m supposed to be dead,” and it’s said with a hint of aggression in their desperate, decimated voice, as if their throat has been scorched raw. As if they’re trying desperately to convince him that they’re right.

It catches him off-guard. His heart rips out of his chest as his hand seeks out theirs. For comfort, for anchorage, he doesn’t know- but this hasn’t been something they’ve talked about. It’s a conversation he knew was bound to happen, but as he sits there and stares at them, unsure what to say, he wonders, How long have you thought this…?

With no input from Asra, they turn away and gaze painfully out the window. “I’m not supposed to be here, walking. People look at me weird in the streets. I can feel it. I can feel their eyes on my back. They’re all thinking the same thing: What are they doing here?” They visibly shudder, as if the eyes are on their back right now. “What am I doing here, Asra? There’s nothing here for me.”

The last dapples of light outline their face in holy fire. Their eyes seem to burn, adding fuel to a flame that refuses to be extinguished. “I’m nothing,” they whisper.

“That’s not true,” Asra murmurs. “Do you hear me, love? That’s not true at all.”

“It’s not fair to people, good people, that I’m alive and they’re not. It’s not fair that I’m here. It’s not fair to them that I met someone like you who gave a damn about me, it’s not fair to you that you brought me back to life and all you get is this,” they gesture to themselves, eyes wide and brewing a storm, “I don’t belong here. I don’t deserve to be here.”

“You are loved,” he insists.

They shake their head. What did they ever do to deserve such a beautiful person like him? I don’t belong here.

“No, please. Listen to me.” Carefully, he turns their face so their eyes meet. His hands, warm, move up to hold their face, cradle it gently and delicately. With this proximity, they could get lost in his eyes forever. Every night they realize that the stars in the sky pale in comparison to the lavender nebulas in his eyes. They should be a wonder of the world. “Do you feel that?”

Thump. Thump. Thump. Their heartbeats in sync. Asra draws circles in their skin, and they look up to meet his eyes again. “You deserve to have a whole heart,” they whisper.

“It meant nothing without you here,” he says softly. “Love meant nothing without you here.”

Asra leans forward and rests his forehead on theirs. “You have… no idea how loved you are. It’s not just because of pre-existing memories that were lost in the fire. You alone changed everything, without meaning to, without thinking of yourself.”

“Very prophetic and very ominous words,” they murmur, followed by a dry laugh. Asra smiles too.

“Alright… Well. Faust says that no one else can give chin scritches like you. Our stove salamander misses you every moment that you aren’t feeding him coal chips. The plants… I keep forgetting to water them, but somehow in your busy schedule, you remember. Nadia adores it when you visit, Portia always wants to talk to you. My parents love you to the moon and back, Julian loves joking around with you. Even Muriel.”

“Even Muriel?” They laugh again.

“Yeah! He loves grimacing at you from a distance.” Asra’s laughter soon joins theirs when their elbow finds purchase in his side. But then their laughter quiets down, and they’re staring at each other again.

“Isn’t that enough to exist? You don’t need to belong anywhere, you’re in no obligation to fit in. What matters is that you’re who you want to be. Everyone adores you. I adore you. Half-heart and beyond.”

He wipes their stray tears, and they peer up at him, features lovesick and forlorn. “I love you,” they whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“I will always be here. Always. I love you too.”

[elichorph]

ok hi i’m back with a second character ...

the member of the yale's elite, they're twenty three and a grad student majoring in film & media studies. they are as amicable as they are histrionic.

stats:

full name: gordon minjun teller nicknames: goose. gordon is for business only age: twenty three  birthday: june 13, 1997 chart: gemini sun / cancer moon / leo rising gender: cis male pronouns: he / him sexuality: bisexual & biromantic height: 6′1 hair color: blue (now blonde) tattoos: none piercings: nose stud (right side), earlobes (always have silver hoops in them)

PINTEREST BOARD 

blackmail:

while the public believes that goose’s family retired and moved to another country, this was actually released as a coverup because they went missing. goose withheld information from the court about their last whereabouts which could have prevented it from becoming a cold case.

he was expelled from high school after vandalizing a statue on campus and his uncle paid the school to go back on their decision.

he lost a third of his inheritance money to a cult he briefly followed in his sophomore year of college while looking for guidance.

backstory:

tw: implied death

right at birth, goose was adopted into the teller family who were pretty well known. his father was a young ceo of an oil company in texas. goose’s family eventually became public figures and tabloid favorites after a long riveting love story between his father and mother, who belonged to opposing business families. it really was a quick rise and fall to fame, starting when it was revealed goose’s adoptive mom, grace, couldn’t have kids, he was in her arms not even a month after and right out of them thirteen years later when she disappeared and the family really was never to be heard of again. 

but as the only adopted child into a family who had to keep their public image up, goose’s dreams of being a fun loving kid were crushed. really, it was strictly gordon - gordon on the tabloids, you’d see his baby face like aw thank god grace got to have a kid of her own <3 he was posted up at galas, listening to his dad speak about oil and shit every weekend and going back to his small private school every monday and it was just the same routine conditioning to keep the image of the teller family spotless and to hopefully get gOrDoN to become the next ceo.

that all kind of went to shit though when goose turned 14. his parents miraculously went missing (don’t ask me what happened i don’t even know) one night when he was tucked into bed. seriously, he woke up one morning and they were gone and suddenly there were police storming the house and he was being questioned and things weren’t routine or safe anymore. in order to still save face for the family though, news was quickly put out that the family went on a private vacation while the investigation went on privately. it was taken to court, people signed nda’s, and all little goose knew was that he his parents were going to a party that night and hadn’t told anybody else and he was too scared to tell anyone. at one point goose became the main suspect and he had to put his freshman year of high school on pause, but he was dismissed months after even though he hadn’t shared the detail that they went to a party. if he had shared it, they literally would’ve been found. eventually, there were no new leads, the case was declared cold, and an official statement was put out that the teller parents “retired” and “moved” to a different country that wouldn’t be disclosed and gOrDoN would be under the care of his uncle.

gordon was like mad though haha. even though he’d gotten his family’s entire inheritance as a fifteen year old and should’ve been happy that he was basically a millionaire, he wasn’t used to things not being in the same routine and actually having to make decisions for himself. newsflash, but goose can’t handle emotions really well and he got angry and well i don’t know if you’ve seen donnie darko where donnie literally put an axe through the statue’s head and spray painted “they made me do it” below the statue? but yeah, that. goose wasn’t slick though, got caught by security, and his uncle paid the school to let it slide and then sent goose to a boarding school in maruland.

he spent the last couple years of high school trying to figure out who he actually was outside of the tabloids and the teller name and image, and eventually got the hang of it by the time he enrolled at yale. he started going by goose instead of gordon, went into film instead of business like his family wanted him to and slowly started to blossom into the weirdo he is today <3 his dad was in the elites so he was able to secure a legacy spot and reluctantly said yes to joining. he was kinda quiet the first year, but now he’s all gungho to do charity events and make people happy and shit like that. 

his sophomore year though he kinda doubted the path he was on and his naive ass got roped up into a cult. anyways, he ended up trusting them a lot and donated 1/3 of his family’s inheritance to the cult and kinda blew it. goose was acting hella weird around this time though, i imagine people around him could kinda sense he wasn’t like alright for a few months. anyways someone ended up giving him an intervention about acting kinda whack and he realized and thankfully was able to leave the cult pretty unscathed. but he is deeply, deeply ashamed about his time in the cult though.

personality:

he is one gigantic deranged baby. like he is baby, but he’s also kind of crazy. if goose feels any normal emotion, it instantly bass boosts and he feels it in full. goose genuinely is so sensitive, he’ll physically flinch if you say something merely mean to him because he was used to growing up so perfect that he really can’t take criticism. however, he’ll do his best to patch things up by saying some incomprehensible joke right there and then. the only exception to this is the tabloids. goose has become so immune to them that he will straight up troll them back on twitter because he just doesn’t give two shits.

he’s incredibly kind. so so so kind (not really gentle though). the type to remember your favorite candy bar and hand one to you on a random tuesday. he’ll remember your name even if you’ve only met once and even if you didn’t give him your name, he’ll look it up somehow just so he knows next time. he loves to make jokes all the time. none of them ever make sense, but they’re funny to him and he won’t apologize for it. and he’s LOUD. you probably can hear his cackles and snorts and dramatic screams even when you’re on the other side of campus. he’s just a kid in a candy store excited to finally enjoy life, especially now that things have seemed to settle down. even though he’ll probably have a whole breakdown and a half the first time the blackmailer mentions his name.

yes, he actually believes he’s being haunted by jfk. goose had a string of dreams about him and witnessed some doors opening and closing on their own around the same time, and he quickly jumped to the conclusion and never thought twice about it. another strange belief that goose has? that he’s friends with a ton of a-listers. even though it’s mainly jessica alba, he won’t hesitate to tweet at extremely famous actors and thank them for getting lunch with him even if they’ve never spoke. multiple management companies have his twitter handle blacklisted. while he currently has blue hair, it’s always quick to change. for how much he dyes it, it’s surprising that it doesn’t feel like hay.  if goose feels a mental breakdown coming or simply is bored or needs attention, his hair color will do a straight 180. he hasn’t had a natural hair color since he enrolled at yale.

things that are very goose: beat up yellow high top converse, getting to know every person in existence, having memes plastered over his wall to make him smile after a long day, wearing fancy cologne to the grocery store because one cashier said he smelled good and he thinks it makes them happy to wear that, throwing a shoe across a crowd at a party, going to sulk in the bathroom or leave the party early when a song plays that brings up bad memories, keeping every movie stub, restaurant punch card, and lost button in a little scrapbook just because he wants to remember the good things in life, thinking the karate kid is the best movie to ever exist despite being five years into a film major.

wanted connections

since he doesn’t have any pre-established connections, here are some ones that could kinda be fun

someone who protects his naive ass <3

an ex or old one sided crush who hurt him so bad lmao. they really wouldn’t have to a lot to do that, but it would be juicy if they did

roommate? maybe? he lived in a really shitty apartment his first few years, maybe they convinced him to move out or moved in

or neighbors? like he will knock on their door 3 times a week with half burnt brownies to offer or because he doesn’t know where his tv remote is and needs help

someone who gave him the intervention about like “you’re acting weird are you okay” that indirectly got him to leave the cult and he feels like he’s forever indebted to them

someone who just despises goose and he doesn’t understand why and tries to make things better even though it just makes things worse

family friends? maybe? when he was in ct and his uncle didn’t let him come home with him during the holidays he would go to their house or something like that

gentle romance <3 maybe. Please

he’s their secret admirer and sends them gifts and flowers and writes them bad poems and recommends them shitty romance films

someone who takes advantage of how naive he is

anything <3 come 2 me or i will dm you or venmo you and force u to plot with me

[prudnces]

( 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 & 𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 ) + you know 𝘗𝘙𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘝𝘈𝘕 𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘛, the 25 year-old 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘝𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘙 that has lived in eldstead 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚? i heard she has a tendency to be 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘍𝘜𝘓, 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓, 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘛 & 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘓𝘠. the 𝘛𝘈𝘜𝘙𝘜𝘚 has equipped 𝘒𝘌𝘠 in time for the full moon.

HI i’m hero, 22, i lov horror movies and no longer have a shudder subscription :pensive: normally i do these on google docs but i’m lazy and prue is Incredibly New so i’m still trying to get the hang of things

name: prudence van holt  nicknames: prue, p age: 25 gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her d.o.b.: april 23, 1995 zodiac: taurus sexual orientation: homosexual homoromantic mbti: isfj - the protector character inspo: wynonna earp, veronica mars, prudence halliwell (mayb i took the name don’t look @ me) aesthetics: a steaming mug of black coffee, deep green woollen sweaters, golden rings and necklaces adorning her, a camera hanging around her neck, the mist of the morning, a deer grazing in the forest, the heavy thud of boots against old hardwood, a grandfather clock striking the witching hour

HISTORY

triggers: child abandonment, car accident (drunk driving), death

prudence van holt’s birth is a mystery-- all she knows is she was dropped off at the fire station in a town outside of seattle, the only identification a baby blanket with her name on it. 

she ends up being adopted by a couple, the van holts, who always wanted multiple kids but could not after their first, a boy. 

growing up, she’s always been a little shit. she doesn’t mean to be. she just has an insatiable curiosity, sticking her nose in other’s businesses, finding lost things, she had a strange knack for it. it got her into a lot of trouble, children had no business sticking their nose into adults’ things. 

her brother never really liked her-- he always resented the fact their parents brought her home, took her in, when they already had a perfectly fine child needing attention. petty things, except it’s sparked a life long sibling rivalry that runs deep. 

it’s a pretty uneventful childhood, her parents are good people, they provide for her, and support her, despite her troublesome antics. 

she’s always been a lonely child, she’s never had the easiest time making friends, so she’s spent a lot of her time exploring the woods near her home. 

she’s thirteen when she discovers her mother, whom she always has written off as simply eccentric, is more than that-- she’s a witch. and a good one, too. her book club meetings she’s often privvy to walking through is more than that, it’s her coven. 

so of course, prue wants in-- how can she not? it’s a whole new world, working under her mother’s wing, driving a wedge further between herself and her brother. she tells her to be careful, to watch her back, that there’s bad people who want to do bad things with the power they wield. it instills a deeper ideal of trust no one in prudence-- one that sticks with her to this day.

and she’s dedicated to the craft! she takes time to learn the different meanings and uses of herbs, flowers, etc., makes potions, cast spells-- perhaps sometimes for personal gain, but she’s dedicated herself to using them to help others. 

she sort of becomes a private investigator in high school, not on purpose, but a friend tasks her to find out if her boyfriend is cheating on her, so tails him, catches him in the act-- gives him a little hex for good measure. 

it becomes a thing, people need something found? they go to her. think their partner is fooling around? they go to her. and she delivers, all with a little touch of magic. eventually, she wants to go deeper, take on more serious cases, but alas she’s only a teenager. 

sike! that doesn’t stop her. and as much as she hates cops, she has an in at the department through her father, so soon she’s not so legally trying to solve murders. 

and that’s all fine and dandy, until just a month shy of her eighteenth birthday, and two months before she graduates from high school, her parents get into a car accident coming home from a meeting one night. a drunk driver swerves into their side of the road, hitting them head on. neither survive. 

it’s that that has her change her mind about college, why go to college when she already knows what she wants to do? life is fleeting, and she’s hurting, so she graduates, and moves to eldstead, a town an hour and half away from her own home. it’s not a big change, but enough for her to have a fresh start. 

she knows something is different about the storm when it hits, that it brought about something... destructive. and she’s inclined to get to the bottom of all of it. it’s in her nature-- she has to snoop. 

she runs her own private investigation that used to serve eldstead and the surrounding area, but now it’s simply eldstead. she makes her own hours, and works alone, because she prefers it that way. 

PERSONALITY 

she’s really closed off-- she prefers to be alone, because of the shit she’s seen, and the people in her life, she just expects to be let down. 

when you first meet her, there’s a chance she’s just going to brush you off. she’s not exactly the friendliest person out there? 

will she be an asshole for the sake of being an asshole? no. absolutely not. but she is unflinchingly honest about her observations, and that doesn’t always go over well. 

very much a ‘do the thing first, ask for forgiveness later type of person’-- doesn’t have a lot of regard for rules that aren’t her own. (*dw voice* that sign can’t stop me bc i can’t read!)

if u do manage to be friends with her, she’s got ur mf back she’s unflinchingly loyal and if you break her trust, you’re pretty much dead to her lol 

TIDBITS 

she has a black cat (wow a witch with a black cat...... groundbreaking) named inkblot (creative, rly), nicknamed inky like the pacman ghost

surprisingly high alcohol tolerance, loves 2 go for a beer or a whiskey at the end of a long day 

lives in cableknit sweaters-- this is the pnw i mean a bitch be cold 

doesn’t really date? she came out when she was 16, and there’s been a couple relationships, but they never really pan out-- it’s always because of her. she doesn’t know how to open up 

swears a lot 

has a pretty good understanding of basic hand to hand combat just in case perps get a little rowdy, took boxing classes for abt 4 years? 

probably an elderly person when it comes to social media, kinda likes to keep a low profile but she also posts a shit ton of pictures of her cat 

INCREDIBLY good at finding lost things-- keys, phones, dogs, u name it she just knows-- and she doesnt know if its the intuition that comes from being a witch or just herself 

prob should join a coven, but shes a lone wolf awoo

prob barks at men idk��

lives off of black coffee, doesn’t rly sleep 

has multiple ear piercings and a couple tattoos but she usually keeps them hidden 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

informant - she gets information from them for her cases, they got a p good grasp 

someone she’s solved a case for - p self explanatory, now they’re friendly enough, or perhaps she couldn’t stand them and did it for the money 

someone who wants to be her friend but she’s weary - tbh shes weary of everybody 

coven adjacent - another witch, maybe theyre trying to get her to band together with them 

drinking buddy - they meet at the bar and shoot the shit 

opposites attract - friend who is nothing like them! but still hangs around! 

someone she feels like she has 2 protect - for whatever reason, even tho they can prob take care of themselves, prue is super fkn protective of them 

a genuine friend - yeah she just needs one idk she’s doing her best 

ex (f/nb) - someone she dated for a little bit but they broke up because of prue’s inability to open tf up 

fwb (f/nb) - ? maybe we all got needs, and she’s not looking for a relationship

attraction (f/nb) - there’s tension and neither know why! 

rival - to paraphrase a tumblr post what is a rival if not a crush you’re unhappy abt 

pure of heart, dumb of ass and lesbian - i just love this trope 

sibling like - someone who she genuinely sees as a younger/older sibling... goes to them for shit... protects them

frenemies - theyre not rly friends but they dont entirely hate each other either? 

tbh anything 

[henrietta-ocs]

Character: Mason Wilkinson Species: Werewolf Age: 28 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/him Occupation: Mechanic By: Caroline

Biography

10 years old.

“Momma! Mason is bothering me!”

“Mason Alexander Wilkinson, you leave your sister alone!”

10-year-old Mason stuck his tongue out, his fangs falling across his bottom lip, making Trixie laugh. “You look stupid. Your fangs are too big for your mouth.”

“You’re one to talk! Your eyebrows are so furry that Josh Townsend will never wanna date you!” Trixie screeched so loud that he covered his ears and winced.

“Stop it! Both of you!” Their mother burst into the living room, half-dressed for her shift at the diner, her hair still in curlers. “Just because your father isn’t home this week does not mean that you can act like feral dogs.” She cut Trixie off before she could even get a syllable out, “and just because you’re werewolves does not mean you can act like it when it’s not the full moon!” Trixie exhaled heavily and huffed through her nose. 

“Now, I’m going to work. It’s a closing shift so Trixie is in charge until I get back, understood?”

“But momma!”

“No but Momma’s. Mason, act your age for once in your damn life.” And with that, she turned on her heels to finish getting ready.

“Momma said I’m in charge, which means you’re my slave until she comes home!” Mason wrinkled his nose and shook his head. 

“You’re a crazy person. Another reason Josh Townsend will never date you!” Trixie lunged for him, teeth bared and Mason shrieked, diving under the table. Before long, though, the two were wrapped up in a pile of limbs, giggling, and laughing.

15 years old.

“But…dad always comes back after he’s dropped his delivery…what do you mean he’s staying in San Antonio?” 

Mason’s mother couldn’t even look them in the eye. Trixie was sitting next to Mason, holding his hand. “Momma, what are you telling us?”

“He’s moving away. He’s never coming back. He doesn’t want to be here anymore.” Mason furrowed his brow and shook his head; their mother looked up just in time to see him start to break down. “Mason, he’ll come back to collect some more of his things but he called me last week to tell me he’s leaving me…he’s leaving us.”

Trixie tightened her grip on his hand as he brushed tears from his eyes. “Mhmm…okay…right…”

“Mason, it’ll be okay…” Trixie was trying to comfort him but he was too far gone.

“Mhmm…okay…right?” He yanked his hand from his sister’s and stood up, a growl erupting from deep in his chest. 

“Mason, sit.”

“Mhmm…okay…right…” And then he was gone — storming outside in a fit of rage, huffing a puffing. The hormones had hit him extra hard recently, something his mother attributed to the werewolf genes their father had passed along to them. 

18 years old.

When he’d hung up the phone, he had just stared at his sister and gawked. It took all of 45 seconds to get the story out of him: Sage thought she was pregnant. They’d only been hanging out for a few weeks…how was this even possible? Trixie pushed Mason into their dad’s old, beaten up Ford pick-up truck and shut the door behind him. 

By the time he got there, she was pacing back and forth on her front porch, her bag slung over her shoulder. He pulled up, slinging gravel; he’d sped the entire way here, nearly vomited a half dozen times, and wasn’t sure which way was up and which way was down.

She cried all the way to the convenience store and he simply sat there. Well, he’d reached for her hand only to have it completely ignored. In fact, Sage had pulled away, nearly sliding into the crack between the door and the seat. The entire way, all Mason could think about was how entirely out of his league Sage was — she was classic and regal, intelligent and a total spit fire. He was reckless and wild and careless but so was every other 18 year old male within a 50 mile radius. They’d graduated from high school 2 months ago and god, were they on fire. It didn’t matter that he was a werewolf and she was a witch; despite everyone in their respective lives telling them it would never last, they were insistent that they would. 

Sage didn’t even wait for Mason to turn the truck off before she’d climbed out of the passenger’s seat and hurried into the store. He left the engine running and leaned onto the steering wheel. One means none, and we’re home free….two means three and a diamond ring…just sitting here…waiting on two pink lines….

“Oh, fuck, her daddy’s gonna kill me; ring me up by my neck in the front yard as a warning kinda kill me…that’s a fact.” He was panicking now. “We could just…leave town and never come back?” He smashed his head into the steering wheel without thinking and exhaled heavily. “Or….I just stand there and tell him that I knocked her up, face him like a man…aw, fuck it, who am I kidding. He’d never understand that. I’m a dead man.” 

Glancing at his watch, he watched the minute tick past; he was almost positive that the second hand had stopped the last time around…wasn’t this supposed to only take a few minutes? She’d been in there nearly 10 minutes now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was almost positive of when it’d happened — it was the night he’d taken her to Isaac’s farm down by the river. They’d never even thought twice about it; she’d pulled him in close and he’d held on for dear life. 

Then he saw her, walking with purpose toward the truck. He rolled the crank window down as fast as he could and she just gave him a look, and then came undone. “Looks like we’re lucky; someone’s smilin’ down…pass me my coat?” Mason furrowed his brow. 

“So…you’re not…?”

Sage laughed and shook her head. “All clear.”

Mason exhaled heavily and a smile cracked across his face. “Damn, Sage, that scared the shit outta me.”

Her face immediately dropped and she just nodded. “Jacket?” Mason obliged, passing her the jacket through the window. “See ya around…”

“Y-yeah…alright. I’ll hit you up later?” No reply as she walked away, back toward her house.

18 years old.

Six months later, Mason was sitting in the diner, staring at Sage. She was sitting on the opposite side, her new witchy boyfriend touching her in places, in public, that made him squirm. Through the grapevine, he’d found out that she’d lied to him in the parking lot of the convenience store. He had gotten her pregnant. She’d chosen to lie to him, terminate the pregnancy, and then completely ignore him. 

While Mason had his opinion on things, he’d never have forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Why had she felt so unsafe to tell him the truth? Why had she lied? Why was she…looking right at him. The rest of the diner seemed to slow somehow, except for Mason and Sage. That was cliche…shit. He snapped his attention back to his plate and pushed the potatoes around with his fork.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by the coffee cup in front of him being refilled. He glanced up and his mother was there, lips pressed together. “Don’t.”

“Mason, you should go home. Stop staring like a lost pup at that girl and just go.”

“But, Momma, she…”

“I know she lied. But that was her choice. Maybe not what you wanted but that’s not your call.”

“I wouldn’t have told her she had to keep…”

“I know that. But she didn’t…”

Mason nodded, still pushing the food around on his plate. He dropped his fork and stood up abruptly. “Thanks for breakfast, Momma.” He kissed her on the cheek, tossed a $20 on the table and left. But not before he made eye contact with Sage one last time. And he would’ve sworn, on everything he owned, that she had smiled, just slightly, when he did.

19 years old.

“You…fucking…lied…to…me…” Sage had him pinned down in the bed of his truck, kissing him between words, as she pulled her shirt over her head. 

“Because you’re a reckless piece of shit wolf…”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Not kidding you. Now shut up and fuck me before I change my mind. But put on a fucking condom this time.”

Personality

(+) Flexible (+) Gentle (+) Faithful (-) Egotistical (-) Complacent

[wanderingthroughideas]

Gregory Alan Isakov: This Empty Northern Hemisphere starters.

(Feel free to change pronouns as needed!)

Dandelion Wine:

Fall swooned. Left me drunk in a field.

I packed up the dust of all that I owned.

I rolled out the day that the apples fell

Light Year:

Here's the part I just lose everything.

Hop a cab ride and we’re off.

Everything was up, it's coming down.

That Moon Song:

The smoke in the air couldn't hide my shame.

That full-bellied moon, she's a-shinin' on me.

Yeah she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea.

You came on strong like some running wave. 

Your beauty left me broke and hungry.

Those broken-hearted lovers they got nothing on me.

Evelyn:

There’s a bag of weed in the back beneath the books

This window hasn’t been this clean since it last rained.

There's a thin dark cloud in the evening air.

Virginia May:

Set my clock for Californ-i-ey-aye.

I dreamed up somethin' special to give that ocean.

With every passing storm there’s just a harder hail.

I can’t sit still.

He’s headed down the coastline.

I’m saving all my sleep for another life.

Big Black Car:

You were a phonograph, I was a kid.

You were a miracle, I was just holding your space.

Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car.

The song in my head, well, was all that I had.

Hope was a letter I never could send.

Me and all of my plain Jane glory.

Master and a Hound:

Where were you when I was still kind?

Look, he's coming down.

The song that we both know sent us flying 'round the carnival.  

This Empty Northern Hemisphere:

Summer left us beckoning.

The bells of the choir came in low and rumbling.

Living here in this city on fire, well I've been fine.

Walk this empty northern hemisphere wide.

Idaho:

There was nothing to hold so we let it go.

We were running through the autumn leaves.

There’s lights up in the north.

I ain't wondering where you are.

Words:

Words mean more at night.

I’ll send you my words from the corners of my room.

I wish I could leave my bones and my skin.

Maybe you would leave too.

Please read them by the light of the moon.

Fire Escape:

Walked this line with dust in our pockets.

We’re quiet every time we start starin' up.

All the loneliest crickets play their violins.

A subway ride was never meant to last.

If I Go, I’m Goin’:

I will go if you ask me to; I will stay if you dare.

I’ll let my hunger take me there.

She’s quite the talker.

She keeps me up.

Let my anger take me there.

This old house she’s quite the keeper.

If I go, I'm goin' crazy.

One of Us Cannot Be Wrong:

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me.

Took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe.

He said, "You just have to quit.”

Then he locked himself in a library shelf.

He taught that the duty of lovers was to tarnish the golden rule.

I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes.

Please let me come into your storm.

[spellbccks]

«♡» ─────  I N T R O D U C I N G … *✧｡⋆

        a  pretty  little  mess  of  monsters,  if  i  do  say  so  myself  !  these  will  be  much  shorter  than  the  last  two  intros  i  posted,  so  keep  reading  to  find  4 / 18  introductions  under  the  cut  !  ^♡^

        PERCY  PAN  . . .

                     . . .  the  boy  who  won’t  grow  up

name:  percy  pan    nicknames:  n / a    age:  eighteen    gender:  cis male    pronouns:  he/him    date of birth:  may 21st, 2001    parent(s):  peter  pan    hometown:  neverland    occupation:  student    hair colour:  dark  brown    eye colour:  green    height: 172cm    tattoos:  none  !    piercings:  both  lobes  pierced  !    scars:  a  long  scar  across  the  right  side  of  his  abdomen,  a  scar  on  his  right  knee  !    faceclaim:  hwang  hyunjin                                                           ♡  ♡  ♡

born  in  neverland  as  the  biological  son  of  peter  pan,  percy  is  a  wingless  fae.

from  a  young  age,  he  sort  of  took  on  the  role  that  his  father  had  abandoned  upon  growing  up  ---  percy  took  on  the  role  as  the  sort  of  . . .  ‘  lead  lost  boy  ‘  with  a  whole  new  group  of  lost  boys.  of  course,  this  role  of  ‘  leader  ‘  really  only  meant  that  percy  took  care  of  them  all;  made  sure  they  had  food  &  shelter,  with  the  help  of  his  own  father,  of  course  !

also,  he  renamed  the  lost  boys,  so  they  are  now  “  the  skull  bois  “,  because  . . .  he  doesn’t  think  they’re  lost  and  also  ‘  bois  ‘  is  more  gender - inclusive.

he  grew  up  under  the  stories  of  his  father’s  own  adventures  and  his  time  with  the  darling.  so,  as  a  child,  percy  used  to  come  down  to  the  mainland  a  lot  ---  he  liked  to  dance  around  the  moon  and  with  the  stars  !

he  would  sometimes  poke  his  head  into  open  windows  or  sneak  into  bedrooms,  or  even  just  have  his  shadow  slip  into  an  open  window  !

he’s  basically  . . .  peter  pan  2.0  . . .  leave  me  alone  . . .

also  peter  ?  a  grade - a  father  !  the  only  problem  is  that  he  could  be  a  bit  too  playful  and  childish  sometimes,  and  so  percy  isn’t  really  too  . . .  accustomed  to  serious  situations  and  topics.

he’s  always  been  very  independent,  too  !  has  a  very  “  i  can  do  whatever  i  want  and  get  by  on  my  own  !  “  sort  of  attitude.

he  doesn’t  really  . . .  want  to  be  in  auradon,  doesn’t  want  to  be  going  to  uni,  but  he’s  decided  that  majoring  in  humanities  could  help  him  somewhere  down  the  line.

doesn’t  . . .  take  school  that  seriously  ?  like,  he  does  his  work  and  gets  good  grades,  but  it’s  not  the  end  of  the  world  if  he  does  less  than  perfect  at  something  !

. . .  also  he  has  lowkey  ?  trust  issues  ?  trusts  . . .  the  skull  bois  . . .  the  end  . . .

also  . . .  lowkey  doesn’t  like  the  pixie  hollow  faeries  !  unless  they’re  skull  bois  somehow  !  lmao  !

also  !  he  doesn’t  age  !  well  . . .  not  after  a  certain  point  . . .  i’m  thinking  . . .  18 - 21  is  when  he  stops  ?

uh  . . .  his  shadow  . . .  does  what  it  wants  . . .  please  don’t  get  mad  at  it  . . .  it  just  wants  to  be  friends  . . .  it  also  gets  lost  a  lot  . . .  it  stresses  percy  out  when  it  gets  lost  . . .  but  it  be  that  way  sometimes  !

uh  . . .  gimme  . . .  skull  bois  . . .  the  end  . . .

        CADELL  PENDRAGON  . . .

                       . . .  the  boy  with  the  mismatched  eyes

name:  cadell  pendragon    nicknames:  cain    age:  twenty - three    gender:  demiboy    pronouns:  she/they    date of birth:  february 5th, 1996    parent(s):  howl  jenkins  pendragon  &  sophie  hatter    hometown:  ingary    occupation:  student    hair colour:  naturally  silver;  dyed  black    eye colour:  mismatched;  right  eye  is  red,  left  eye  is  silver    height: 164cm    tattoos:  a  dove  behind  his  left  ear,  a  lotus  flower  on  the  back  of  his  neck  !    piercings:  both  lobes  pierced,  forward  helix  on  his  right  ear  !    scars:  a  scar  on  the  left  side  of  his  chest,  right  over  where  his  heart  should  be  !    faceclaim:  min  yoongi  /  suga                                                         ♡  ♡  ♡

born  in  the  land  of  ingary  as  the  biological  son  of  howl  &  sophie,  cadell  is  a  wizard,  though  he  much  prefers  the  term  ‘  witch  ‘.

cadell  takes  after  his  mother  more - so  than  his  father.  while  his  father  tends  to  be  charming  and  flamboyant,  cadell  tends  to  be  more  reserved,  more  refined  and  minimalist  in  the  way  he  does  things.

just  like  his  father  though,  when  cadell  when  young  and  naive,  he  came  across  a  fire  demon  similar  to  calcifer,  but  whose  intentions  were  far  worse.  this  fire  demon  tricked  the  young  boy  into  giving  him  his  heart  so  that  he  could  live,  and  has  since  been  using  his  own  heart  against  him.

by  giving  up  his  heart,  cadell  lost  some  piece  of  his  humanity  ---  or,  at  least,  that  much  is  suspected.  as  he  grew  older,  he  developed  some  sort  of  apathy  to  him,  some  sort  of  numbness.  he  claims  that  he  doesn’t  feel,  at  least  not  as  much  as  he  wishes  to.  whether  this  be  due  to  the  lack  of  heart  is  a  mystery,  but  entirely  possible.

the  fire  demon  who  owns  possession  of  his  heart  may  also  use  it  to  take  control  of  cadell  by  speaking  into  the  heart  ---   à  la  once  upon  a  time  ---  and  uses  the  bind  that  they  have  to  inflict  pain  upon  him,  even  if  doing  so  means  inflicting  pain  upon  itself,  as  well.

now  that  he’s  in  auradon,  his  main  goal  is  to  find  some  way  to  retrieve  his  heart,  to  steal  it  back  from  the  fire  demon  who  so  possesses  it.

he’s  immensely  skilled in all  sorts  of  magic,  though  he  always  took  a  special  liking  to  the  magic  he  inherited  from  his  mother  ---  being  able  to  speak  life  into  things. this,  along  with  potions  of  all  sorts,  had  always  been  his  specialties  and  what  he  excels  best  at.

due  to  his  lack  of  heart,  he  doesn’t  believe  he’s  capable  of  love,  even  though,  realistically,  he  knows  that’s  not  true  ---  he  doesn’t  see  himself  as  entirely  human  and,  thus,  doesn’t  believe  he’s  deserving  of  love.

his  eyes  are  mismatched.  why  ?  because  he’s  cursed  !  also,  they’re  marble - like,  once  again  due  to  the  lack  of  a  heart,  and  if  he  were  to  ever  gain  his  heart  back,  they  would  look  less  marble - like  and  far  more  real,  once  again.

his  curse  !  the  curse  that  was  placed  upon  him  is  called  the  touch  of  death  ---  it  makes  it  so  that,  whereas  he  used  to  be  able  to  speak  life  into  things,  he  now  only  has  the  ability  of  speaking  death  into  things.

the  curse  was  placed  upon  him  by  a  witch  in  ingary,  as  this  witch  believed  that  cadell’s  habit  of  speaking  life  into  things  was  messing  with  the  balance  of  life  and  death  that  their  must  be  on  earth.

he’s  very  reserved  !  used  to  refrain  from  leaving  the  walls  of  the  castle  !  distances  himself  from  people  at  all costs  !

he’s  magical  !  he  can  help  sometimes  !

someone  help  him  get  his  heart  back  !  he  will  be  forever  in  your  debt  !

he  prefers  to  be  called  cain  !

and  . . .  scene  . . .

        PENDULA  CHRONOS  . . .

                         . . .  the  girl  with  the  cuckoo  clock  heart

name:  pendula  chronos    nicknames:  penny    age:  seventeen    gender:  demigirl    pronouns:  she/her    date of birth:  april 22nd, 2002    parent(s):  time    hometown:  underland  /  wonderland    occupation:  student  &  time    hair colour:  black    eye colour:  bright  blue    height: 152cm    tattoos:  none  !    piercings:  both  lobes  pierced,  helix  on  her  right  ear  !    scars:  a  scar  along  her  left  shoulder  blade  !    faceclaim:  wang  yiren                                                           ♡  ♡  ♡

born  in  underland  as  the  biological  daughter  of  time,  pendula  is  a  sort  of  deity  !  as  a  deity,  she  has  an  abundance  of  magical  abilities,  all  which  she  inherited  from  her  father  and  serve  to  help  her  preside  over  time.

her  father  currently  presides  over  time  and  the  chronosphere,  ensuring  that  it  is  not  corrupted  ---  which  includes  preventing  time  travel  from  occurring,  as  disastrous  things  can  happen  when  one’s  past  or  future  self  sees  their  present  self.

pendula  grew  up  in  the  castle  of  eternity,  hardly  ever  leaving  her  home  as  the  journey  from  the  castle  to  the  mainland  in  underland  is  long  and  treacherous.  thus,  the  life  that  she  lived  was  a  lonely  one  and  she  mostly  entertained  herself  by  playing  with  the  minutes  and  seconds  that  occupied  the  palace  with  her.

despite  the  loneliness  of  her  life,  though,  she  knows  that  it’s  important  that  she  lives  like  this,  for  the  sake  of  the  grand  clock  and  time  as  a  whole  ---  and  for  the  sake  of  her  own  life.

she  has  a  clock  in  her  chest  in  place  of  her  heart  !  a  cuckoo  clock.  and  with  this  cuckoo  clock  heart  comes  with  three  golden  rules  to  keep  her  alive:  one)  never  touch  the  hands  of  her  heart,  two)  keep  her  temper  under  control,  and  three)  never  ever  fall  in  love.  if  she  does  any  of  these  three  things,  her  heart  will  stop  and  she  will  die.

in  the  early  years  of  her  life,  she  had  a  normal  heart,  just  as  any  other  person  has  a  heart,  but  when  she  was  six - years - old,  some  wonderlanders  who  were  still  loyal  to  the  red  queen  stormed  the  castle  of  eternity  and  cut  out  her  heart,  as  they  wanted  to  use  this  to  bargain  with  time  ---  his  daughter’s  heart  for  the  chronosphere,  so  that  they  could  go  back  in  time  and  make  sure  that  alice  never  kills  the  jabberwocky.

time  didn’t  take  this  negotiation,  though,  didn’t  except  the  deal,  and  instead  he  simply  replaced  his  daughters  heart  with  a  cuckoo  clock,  as  he  knew  that  letting  the  chronosphere  out  of  his  possession  could  be  the  end  of  all.

so,  after  this  occurrence  and  upon  replacing  her  heart,  upon  teaching  her  these  three  rules  that  she  must  live  with,  he  decided  it  was  safest  for  her  to  live  an  isolated  life,  and  thus  this  is  when  her  life  became  truly  lonely.

now,  she’s  training  to  someday  take  her  father’s  place  as  time  ---  or  at  least  help  him  to  keep  time  in  order  ---  while  also  studying  at  auradon  prep.

she’s  very  soft,  very  friendly,  though  a  bit  refined  and  reserved  due  to  her  upbringing.

she’s  very  excited  to  make  friends,  because  she’s  never  had  any  other  than  the  seconds  and  minutes  in  her  palace  before  !  and  even  then,  the  seconds  and  minutes  often  act  more  as  servants  than  anything  else.

she  still  tends  to  be  pretty  distant,  though,  as  she  doesn’t  want  to  break  any  of  the  rules  to  her  heart  !

she’s  not  really  sure  of  what  she’s  interested  in  or  who  she  is,  really,  because  . . .  well,  all  she’s  really  ever  known  is  . . .  time  and  clocks  . . .  so  . . .  yeah  !

and  !  scene  !

        ELODIE  ASTER  . . .                . . .  the  girl  made  from  cotton  candy  sunsets

name:  elodie  aster    nicknames:  elo    age:  seventeen    gender:  cis female    pronouns:  she/her    date of birth:  november 23rd, 2001    parent(s):  e.  aster  bunnymund  /  the  easter  bunny    hometown:  the  warren    occupation:  student  &  guardian    hair colour:  brown    eye colour:  green    height: 152cm    tattoos:  none  !    piercings:  both  lobes  pierced  !    scars:  a  small  scar  on  the  palm  of  her  right  hand  !    faceclaim:  rowan  blanchard                                                          ♡  ♡  ♡

we  all  know  her  !  she  hasn’t  changed  !  this  is  going  to  be  pretty  short  !

daughter  of  the  easter  bunny  !  guardian  of  hope  !  pooka  bunny  !

has  all  the  same  powers  and  abilities  as  bunnymund,  except  her  bunny  form  is  small  !  like  a  normal  rabbit  !

literally  . . .  the  embodiment  of  hope  . . .  personification  of  sunshine  . . .

she’s  amazing  at  art  !  she  gets  it  from  painting  easter  eggs  !

her  favourite  colour  to  paint  with  is  purple  !

she’s  a  lot  less  intimidating  than  her  father  !  she’s  an  easy  target  !  someone  be  mean  to  her  !

she  isn’t  too  sure  if  she  wants  to  be  the  next  official  guardian  of  hope,  but  even  if  she  doesn’t,  she  does  know  she  wants  to  pursue  something  that  will  allow  her  to  help  children  regardless  !

okay  . . .  the  end  . . .  y’all  know  her  . . .  whoosh  . . .

[henrvkas]

alice crouch — whatever it takes,

isn’t that ALICE CROUCH (LONGBOTTOM)? yeah that is HER, sitting there at the HUFFLEPUFF table with those other SEVENTH years and i think i heard sybill saying they look like NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO… whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees piling marshmallows into hot chocolate, colour-coded notes with a rainbow of highlighters, pressed flowers in history books, a girl willing to get her hands dirty, the smell of a coming storm, & smudged eyeliner and last nights mascara. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty EAGER, METICULOUS, and INSECURE. apparently they’re a PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ mhairi : gmt : 19 : she/her ]

→ NAME: henrika alice crouch → NICKNAMES: alice, ally, rika → AGE / D.O.B.: 18 / 21st september 1958 → SPECIES: pureblood witch → GENDER / PRONOUNS: cisfemale / she&her → SEXUALITY:  heterosexual  closet bisexual

FAMILY → PARENTS: bartemius crouch snr. 46, head of magical law enforcement. henrika jörgensdóttir, 42, writes a weekly opinion column in the daily prophet. → SIBLINGS: bartemius crouch jnr. 18. elsie crouch, 13. → PETS: freyja, barn owl she got for her seventeenth birthday. thór, a toad she got for starting hogwarts.

LIFESTYLE → BORN: glasgow, scotland → RAISED: jordanhill, glasgow, scotland → CURRENT RESIDENCE: hogwarts castle / jordanhill → NATIONALITY: scottish & icelandic → SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, mandarin and a little icelandic → OCCUPATION: student, prefect, leader of ‘for the light’ → DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: occasionally, occasionally, no → RELIGION: raised catholic

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES → FACE CLAIM: natasha liu bordizzo → ETHNICITY: icelandic & chinese → HEIGHT: 5ft. 5in. → WEIGHT: 110bs → BUILD:  medium height and well built → HAIR: long black hair falling to her chest → EYE COLOR: brown → DOMINANT HAND: ambidextrous - preference for writing with her right and wand work with her left → SCENT: aqua manda perfume - mandarin, ginger, lavender, patchouly, cinnamon, juniper berry → ACCENT: thinks she speaks without an accent but it’s fairly obvious she’s from glasgow unless she’s trying to hide it but even then she’s obviously scottish - has an unbeatable connery impression → NERVOUS HABITS: talks to herself when stressed to try and calm down

CHARACTER → MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good → MBTI: esfj → WESTERN ZODIAC: virgo sun, capricorn moon, leo rising → CHINESE ZODIAC: dog → TAROT CARD: the high priestess → ARCHETYPE: the caregiver → SONG: short change hero - the heavy

MAGIC → WAND: blackthorn, dragon heart string, 14 ¾", feisty → PATRONUS: dove → BOGGART:  fear of failure can sometimes be a hard thing to have a physical manifestation of. unluckily for alice, with the specific expectations her parents have of her it has many options. Normally her boggart takes the form of a NEWT grades certificate with all failing grades, a riddikulus charm changes the neat “Crouch, H.” to “Crouch, B.”.  → OWLS: alice sat nine OWLs in her fifth year getting three poor’s, one acceptable, two exceeds expectations, and three oustanding’s. Astronomy, P. Care of Magical Creatures, P. Charms, E. Defence Against the Dark Arts, O. Herbology, O. History of Magic, A. Ancient Runes, O. Potions, E. Transfiguration, O. → NEWTS:  now in her seventh year, alice is sitting five NEWTs getting four exceeds expectations and one outstanding in her end of year exams. Charms, E. Defence Against the Dark Arts, O. Herbology, E. Potions, E. Transfiguration, E. she had been sitting a NEWT in ancient ruins but was asked to drop the class over the summer.

BIO

Born in the early hours of the morning on monday the 21st of september 1958 and shortly followed by Barty, Alice spent her whole life in the younger boys shadow.

But it wasn’t just Alice and Barty for long as within a few years Henrika and Barty Snr had adopted a new addition to the family, a tiny halfblood baby named Elsie. From the moment Alice laid eyes on the girl she adored her sister in a way she never would quite her brother.

Srn and Henrika were far from the best parents but in many ways they always tried... or at least Snr did. It didn’t take long for Henrika to grow cold, even hateful to Elsie and then Alice when she stood up for her younger sister.

You see Elsie was the daughter of Henrika late best friend, adopted after the women's untimely demise. Elspeth Hare had been a link to the society Aurelia had missed ever since her marriage, a link to the society her husband fought against. But Elspeth Hare had a secret, one Barty Snr kept too, one that Henrika only found out after baby Elsie had been adopted. Elsie was Snr’s biological daughter, a fact no one but Aurelia and Snr currently know.

Life in the Crouch household was life with strict expectations; you should always be on your best behaviour, always do as your told, never be a nuisance, and always strive for academic excellence. But it was only Henrika that strictly held everyone to those standards, Snr. not minding so much if his daughters couldn’t, after all they weren’t his son and heir.

It’s always been that last point Alice has faltered with, never having been the smartest. Trying to counteract this with hard work she always failed to meet her parents expectations, never mind the fact the expectations were too high. But again Snr. never minded to much… after all Alice was only a daughter not the son and heir but he found her efforts endearing if futile.

As soon as Alice was old enough to realise the different treatment she and Elsie got compared to their brother, Alice took it upon herself to look out for the younger girl, acting almost as the mother Aurelia had never been to them.

Alice slotted into her own place in Hogwarts, a bit of an over achiever but with a good heart she was a shoo-in for prefect since her third year and everyone thought she’d be head girl.

She’s never given up the idea of impressing her parents, even when she failed some OWLs, she kept trying. Even when Barty met every unrealistic expectation she failed at, she kept trying. But when little perfect Barty the family Wizengamot seat on the day they both turned 17 something in her broke. It didn’t help Barty had just got 12 Outstandings the month before.

She gave up in a sense. Gave up trying to impress her parents, gave up trying to win their approval, gave up being a pawn in their games.Dedicating herself to a cause, to fight evil. And in giving up she’s almost got what she’s wanted, showing her father she’s more like him than her brother ever could be.

But in doing so she’s also drawn her mother’s ire, something that materialised itself in a betrothal.

Post Hogwarts her dream career is Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, she’s a spectacular dueller, maybe the best hufflepuff house has ever produced, and an excellent teacher already tutoring a few students. And she’s not afraid of a curse. But with the war brewing it doesn’t feel right not doing something so she’s aiming to become an auror. She can teach once the wars won.