#⌬ lyra — headcanon

[kashmimo]

baby pokemon trainers 🐣

[kagooleo]

here's a finished belated bday comm for @wyvernity of their soulsilvershipping :D!!! I was honestly really happy with the turnout for the piece so I did go a lil ham on their faves (～￣▽￣)～

i've still got 2 commission slots open on my kofi for both chibi and sketch pieces if anyone is interested :V

[incorrectcreepypastafam]

[maybeitskylee]

he deserves to be happy on his birthday <3 (with Lyra!!)

[inmyheaddd]

dancing with our hands tied - grayson hawthorne x reader

a/n: grayson hawthorne talk about ur feelings for once challenge GO! warnings: jealous grayson 🙈, kind of angsty, mutual pining lmao, kissing, fluffy at the end wc: 1.4k masterlist

grayson hawthorne was a lot of things. but to you, the most important thing was that he was your best friend. as odd as it was, considering he didn’t really have friends to begin with. 

you don’t even remember exactly how you became friends, it’s like you woke up one day and it happened just like that.

your boyfriend of 3 months had just broken up with you, even though you were honestly planning on doing it first.

you were hurt, nevertheless, because you really hoped this time would be different at the start. you’d been trying to get over your stupid crush on grayson for ages now, but they were all futile attempts. 

he had never once shown any interest in you, in the years of knowing you, so why would you wait on him? if he clearly wanted to stay friends so badly, you’d stay friends. 

grayson could feel himself itching to tell you how he felt as you complained about how everyone was always wrong for you, but it wasn’t the right time. it never seemed to be the right time, and he couldn’t risk losing you. 

he hated himself for doing it, but he did it anyway. he briefly mentioned one of his ‘friends’, and how he had some interest in you. 

grayson said it would be good for you to go out instead of letting your abomination of an ex (his words) get to you. he never thought you’d actually go through with it.

 —

“what is your problem?” you scoffed at grayson as he glared at you from the doorway, his posture rigid. you sat on the edge of the bed, hastily fastening the straps of your heels.

he’d always be been caring, there for you, even funny when he wanted to be, which is why it was so odd for him to be acting like this now.

“i don’t have a problem,” he replied flatly, though the tightness in his voice said otherwise. 

“yes, you clearly do,” you shot back, your patience was getting thin. “i don’t get why you’re acting like this all of a sudden. you tell me to get over my ex, and then when I try to, you get mad?”

grayson’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “i didn’t tell you to get over your ex. and i’m not mad.”

“grayson, do you hear yourself?” you scoffed. “don’t even try to lie to me about not being mad, i know you are.” 

you gave him a pointed look before focusing on your shoes. the silence from his side was deafening, so you added, “whatever, just leave already. i have to go.” standing up with a huff, you tried to brush past him through the doorway.

but grayson moved faster, stepping in front of you, his hand gripping your waist— it wasn’t harsh in the slightest, but it still stopped you in your tracks.

“don’t go,” he said, his voice low and strained. “I know men like him. you can’t even call them men; they’re merely boys.”

you glared up at him, your frustration boiling over. “you act like everyone’s below you, grayson. i’m not a child, i can make my own decisions.” you looked him up and down, “besides, you were the one who mentioned him.”

his grip tightened ever so slightly, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. “i know that, but this isn’t about that.”

your brows furrowed, and your stomach felt heavy after hearing the emotion in his voice.“then what’s this about?” 

he was silent, again, so you sighed and went to get out of his grip to leave. he reached out for you before you could take a step, “you’re right, i’m mad.”

you scoffed again, “yeah? it didn’t take much guessing for that.” 

you saw him hesitate slightly. grayson hawthorne, hesitating — that’s something you don’t see every day.  

“yes, i’m mad. i’m mad at your imbecile of an ex for treating you how he did, i’m mad at myself for pushing you away and suggesting you go on this date, i’m mad at the whole universe it seems, but i’m not mad at you.” he looked at you so intently, with every word he said striking you to your core. 

you could feel the anger dissipating from your body as you looked into his grey eyes.

“never you.” he said softer this time, with a light shake of his head. 

“what are you saying?” you didn’t intend for your voice to come out as quiet as it did.

“i’m saying that it’s killing me everyday to see you with people who don’t deserve you,  who don’t treat you how you should be treated.” again, he hesitated, “who don’t see you the way i see you.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his voice. “and how do you see me?” you asked, your voice quivering slighty. 

grayson let out a breath, his eyes searching yours as if he were trying to find the right words. “i see you as someone who deserves the world. i see you as the one who makes me want to become a better man.” he paused, “i see you as the only person who’s ever made me want more than what i have.”

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as grayson’s words hung in the air between you. “then why didn’t you say anything, grayson? you had so long.” you questioned as your brows furrowed.

“i was waiting,” he trailed off, “it always felt like the wrong time. there were always complications with me that you didn’t deserve to deal with. you deserve someone good for you.“ he took in the way your brows were no longer furrowed, and that you weren’t angry anymore, so he spoke more lightheartedly.

“if i can’t be that for you, that’s fine. but i know clear as day that the man who posts his new cars on social media bi-weekly isn’t.”  

you let out a small chuckle, not even realising how your eyes had start to prick. you blinked back the tears as you spoke up, 

“but you are that for me, grayson. you always have been. i wish you would’ve told me sooner.” 

his brows furrowed slightly in genuine confusion, taking in your words. “i mean, ive just been trying to get over you with these guys.” you looked down at your feet briefly as you talked, “i thought— i thought you wanted nothing to do with me, so i tried to find someone else.” your gaze was focused on his now, “it never really worked, though.” 

“i’m glad that it didn’t.” the sincerity in his voice told you just how deeply he meant that.

for a moment, you just stood there, taking in the weight of everything that had just happened. “i’m glad it didn’t, too.”   

“i apologize for just telling you now, it was inconsiderate of me. i know your date will be coming any minute now.” his eyes softened, “if you want to go, i understand. you—“ 

“—grayson,” you cut him off with a small laugh, and he found himself smiling at the sound. “why on earth would i go when you’re here right infront of me? he’ll be fine; he talks to half of the female population.” 

he let out a small breathy chuckle, his shoulders visibly relaxing for the first time that evening. “i want to do this right with you.”

“everything you do is right with me.”

he took a step closer, his hand had moved  from your waist to your jaw and tilting your chin up slightly. “is this?” he asked quietly, swallowing thickly with hesitation.

you nodded, in a daze, and he leaned closer, his forehead almost touching yours. you could feel the ghost of his lips on yours as your breath hitched. 

it would’ve been impossible to hear him if he wasn’t as close as he was. “is this?” you felt his breath fan across your face as you nodded, and in a split second his lips were on yours. 

his hand moved to where your jaw met your neck, and his other hand moved to your waist again. you reached your arms up, wrapping around his neck.

when you pulled back, he was smiling, seriously smiling. you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. 

“what?” he asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

you shook your head smiling, “i’m just happy, that we’re us, you know?” you looked for the right words, then spoke again “just me and you, but for real this time.” 

“i know. for real this time.” he echoed with a smile that matched yours, before pulling you into another kiss. 

the pieces had finally fallen into place, they had just taken a good long while to do so. 

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[torvagatai]

If anyone needs a new reason to cry over these two today, just remember that the modern-era Will of the TV adaptation took this photo of the Tower of the Angels on the day he and Lyra first met. Meaning that he’s got a photo of Lyra that he probably doesn’t even remember taking, and on some uneventful, monotonous day when he’s back home and absently flicking through his phone he’ll find it. He was in a rush to catch up with her, he remembers, so it’s not a very good photo - a little blurred, taken at an odd angle. Lyra’s not even the focus of the picture; she’s turned away from him, her face completely hidden, Pan almost cut out of the frame entirely. But it’s unmistakably her.

The first time he stumbles across it, Will can hardly bear to look at it. But he keeps the photo always, makes multiple digital and physical copies just in case. Sometimes it hurts to look at. Sometimes it brings him comfort. He takes a copy to Mary Malone and she tacks it up on her laboratory wall. On one of the less painful days he shows it to his mother and laughs as he tells her the story of how she attacked him when they first met.

And on more than one Midsummer’s Day he takes it with him to the Botanic Garden.

[koolaidoverwriting]

GENERAL HEADCANONS

CHARACTERS: Ticci Toby, Lyra Rogers, Connie Rogers

This post follows their life before the incident, during it and after.

CW: Childhood Abuse, Bullying, Death

TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS

From the ages eight to fifteen, Toby was homeschooled. He was removed from school in the first place due to bullies, but he came back in the fall of his Sophomore year.

Toby's skin is sunkissed — freckles speckled everywhere.

He bit off all his fingernails. To prevent him from biting his fingers more, Connie gave him gloves.

Toby liked riding his bike around the neighbourhood with his sister.

Toby was protective of Lyra. He took most of the hits from their father, even when Lyra told him not to.

His favourite season is the summer. He loves watermelons, oranges, and cold drinks (especially lemonade).

He is a foodie. He'll try anything he sees, even if it doesn't look that appetising. His favourite food is waffles — especially waffles with caramel syrup.

He's not a good artist in the slightest, but he enjoys doodling on himself with pens and markers.

Toby goes by "Ticci Toby" as a way to reclaim it from his bullies and also to poke fun at them. The kid you made fun of years ago is now a serial killer. Fun how that works.

When the car crash happened, he was only sixteen years old. Lyra's death caused Toby to become less restrained and he stopped allowing people to walk over him.

Toby doesn't regret killing his father, but he does regret leaving his mother.

He received his cheek gash from the car crash. He had already bitten his cheek to a certain extent and the crash worsened it.

Toby can drive, but he prefers not to during the winter.

LYRA MEREDITH ROGERS

Lyra was three years older than Toby. Before the incident happened, she was starting college as a Marketing major.

She was a prep/y2k girly. She had a good eye for fashion and designed her own clothes in her free time.

When they were younger, Lyra would dress up Toby and do his makeup.

In highschool, Lyra took choir. She also did volleyball. Lyra was pretty and popular; she was a gifted honours kid. Despite this, she frequently argued with her mother over trivial things.

At times, she snuck out to go to places with her friends, asking Toby to cover for her.

Her favourite fruit was peaches. She had peach scented lotions and perfumes.

Lyra took a bunch of polaroid pictures. There was a scrapbook in her room filled with pictures of her, her family, and her friends.

She made attempts to reason with her parents about getting a divorce, but that only grew tensions in the family. Lyra knew more than she let on in front of Toby.

When Lyra's annoyed, she likes to leave the house. Usually drives around the streets.

During the car crash, Lyra was driving very fast. She was heated at the moment, distressed because she had fought with her parents prior to driving. Toby told her to slow down, but she didn't listen.

If Lyra hadn't died, she would work at a business firm and sell her fashion designs as a side job.

CONNIE PAULA ROGERS

Connie is a loving, yet strict mom. All her life, she's wanted to protect her children.

Her relationship with Frank (her husband), was tense ever since Lyra was born.

Seeing too much of herself in Lyra, Connie was especially hard on her. Once Toby came around, she grew softer — especially because Frank started drinking more.

Connie loves cats. The family had a black cat named "Molly" before Connie, Toby, and Lyra agreed the cat would be safer away from Frank.

She likes iced tea — the homemade kinds only. Also, she's somewhat of an almond mom and eats very healthy.

She tries to make the most of what she has with her family. But due to her depression, she can be quite moody and act out without much thought. Connie does make up for it, unlike her husband.

Her last interaction with Lyra was a heated argument between Lyra, Connie and Frank over their future. Lyra stormed out of the house with Toby. Connie, enraged, didn't chase after them.

Connie feels guilty about it. She wishes she could have told both of them that she loved them before they left.

When Frank dies and Toby disappears, Connie lives alone.

She gets into therapy, adopts a few cats, and tries to tough it out. Connie has a support group — her co-worker friends and kind neighbours.

Connie misses her children everyday and regularly checks the news for any signs of Toby out there.

!!! my first headcanon post on here! i really wanted to speak on the rogers family because i haven't done anything with them yet. frank is not included because he's frank and i hate him.

[riddles-n-games]

Savannah and Lyra having an impromptu photoshoot in the car with one of Gray's cameras. #besties

[loosesodamarble]

Magic Knight Squad Robe Redesigns

A long time ago, I had the idea of redesigning the uniforms of the Magic Knight squads for the (many) next gen ocs that me and my friends have. I thought it would be fun for the squads to each have a unique article of clothing for the squads' uniforms, to make each group a little more unique beyond their colors.

With the help of my beloved friend Steph ( @cringeyvanillamilk ), that idea has now come to fruition! I commissioned her for all the art you are to see.

And modeling the redesigned uniforms are mine and my friends' next gen ocs.

Representing the Golden Dawn is @lyranova's oc, Alistar Vangeance.

For the Black Bulls is @eme-eleff's oc, Hikari Yami.

Wearing the Crimson Lion King's uniform is @thoughtfullyrainynightmare's oc, Leonidas Vermillion.

From my own collection of ocs and representing the Blue Rose Knights is Dawn Faust.

The representative for the Aqua Deers is also my oc, Merel Faust.

The Silver Eagle's uniform is worn by @koneko-pi's oc, Avalinia Silva.

Representing the Coral Peacocks is @sailor-muno's oc, Bellini Fortuna.

Showing off for the Green Praying Mantises is @faewraithsworld's oc, Sullivan Vixen.

And the model for the Purple Orcas is another of @/faewraithsworld's ocs, Zoisite Ideale.

The CLK and GPM's uniforms have different versions that can be worn by the squad members. As seen below.

Thank you to Steph for taking my commission. And thank you to all my lovely friends for allowing me to turn your next gens into some gorgeous models!

Further notes about the uniforms below the cut.

Golden Dawn: they wear full body coats that are meant to be worn open. Squad members can have tassels added to their coats so they can be tied close if they so choose.

Black Bulls: they're not wearing leather jackets. It's standard fabric, that's all. Jacket length is somewhat adjustable though longer jackets are avoided to steer clear of having the same silhouette as the Golden Dawn.

Crimson Lion Kings: the sashes are sewn so that squad members don't have to wrap the fabric over their shoulder and around their waist every time they don their uniform.

Blue Rose Knights: it's a short cape already attached to a shirt. You'd just put it on like a regular shirt and hope that you don't get the cape in your face as you put it on.

Aqua Deer: it's a scarf, plain and simple. The ends of the scarf are to be a clean cut.

Silver Eagles: this squad retains the original form that a majority of the squad robes have in canon, a short mantle with an long cape attached. For the next gen's version, the fluff of the mantle was made a smaller component so that the feathers can be the main focus, instead of being mostly equal parts fluff and feather.

Coral Peacocks: a waist sash with the end of the fabric being shaped to resemble the tail feathers of a peacock.

Green Praying Mantises: arm sleeves that can just cover the forearms or cover the upper arms too. There's also a version with a slit in the sleeves in case there are squad members who don't want to wear the form fitting sleeves.

Purple Orcas: a vest with pointed hems reminiscent of the triangular shape of the squad robe worn by the previous generation. There are buttons on the vest so they can be worn open or closed to a squad member's preferences. (And most members tend to wear a shirt under the vest. Zoisite only wears his uniform this way because he can.)

[jkriordanverse]

✮ Gray being a softie (hcs) ✮

the type of guy to finish his work weeks prior the due date and just has so so so much free time but at the same time is also overworking is ass off.

Sometimes when he does something good Xander gives him stickers. THe thing is, Xander always tries to stick it on Gray's nose or eyes or lips to make him look funny and considering their heights its not a hard task to do. He does look funny with stickers on his face. Jameson took a few pictures too and shows them to Nash all the time.

He lovessssss his s/o's opinion on his clothes, even tho he doesn't usually express it. He asks their opinion on everything.

"Should I wear this shirt or this one?" "Hmm should I cook this or this one?"

Loves cooking. Sometimes cooks as a stress relief and that's why he bonds so well with Libby.

Has to try his best to resist the urge to feed Tiramisu chocolate because the puppy eyes? Irresistible. But he knows chocolate is bad for dogs.

Broke his right leg trying to rescue a cat from a tree once. He didn't tell anyone tho. Nash suspected but he didn't press on. Tobias couldn't care less as long as he was still maintaining his work.

When Xander was young he had sorts of behavioral problems (like the kid was always too hype) and Grayson would always go shopping for figurines and stickers to give to Xander everytime he did something right.

Loves shopping in general. Say the word your wish is my command type of guy.

Secretly hums/sings to himself when he's getting ready and he absolutely lovesssssssss the cheesy love songs. Especially if they sound old fashioned.

Annotates his books. Not in an aesthetic way, he just kinda writes what he wants in there. It's kinda one of the only ways he was able to express himself when he was younger.

When he was travelling the world he used to sometimes research and visit those abandoned houses for himself. It was fun. Sometimes he found fields and fields of green grasses and deers and sheeps. He kept the photos he took to himself but he'd show it to his s/o proudly.

Is a plant mom. Loves his plants dearly. When he finally moved out the Hawthorne house he made sure he had a large space to plant flowers and food and everything.

[angelwowings]

Might delete later…..(-_-)zzz

(No I’m not)

[kashmimo]

Pokegirl doodles

[kellycataclysm]

How does harvey seduce lyra? What's his favourite way to bang her?

Okay so this was absolutely the most fun to write.

Here’s a little list of all the things he has in his repertoire, other than simply existing, with a few bonus head canons and thoughts thrown in. 

Setting the Scene. Lyra’s Harvey is romantic, polite, gentlemanly. The cliches work. He’d light candles, play soft music, bring her flowers, slow dance, watch the stars with her, open the door for her. Some may see this as old-fashioned, he just sees this as being sweet and attentive to the person he loves the most.

Words - Part One. Flirty banter. They’re smart dorks. The words are part of the attraction. Bonus points if there are bad jokes, puns, nerd chatter. 

Visual stimulus. Harvey will catch her eye with cliches that he knows work for her. The tie loosened, the rolled up shirt sleeves, a little peek of that chest hair, a spark in his eye from behind those glasses, and Lyra is FLUSTERED. Plus, he likes to look smart, even when he’s casual Harvey. So, if they’re out on a date you can be sure he’s looking smart and that moustache will be perfect.

Eye contact. The way he looks at her, like he’s still trying to figure her out but, goodness me, if he wasn’t entirely smitten from the second she walked into the clinic and awkwardly asked him for a neighbourly coffee. Plus, you can be sure he's going to do the finger hook under the chin for this, which leads to...

Physical touch - Part One. Harvey is all about the gentle caresses; he’ll hold her hand intertwining their fingers, touch her waist or the small of her back, brush her hair behind her ear, his fingertip lingering on those star earrings Lyra wears. The man is straight up handsy, especially first thing in the morning when they have just woken up.

Words - Part Two. Harvey has no problem telling Lyra that he loves her and saying things he knows will make her melt. We also know that she loves his voice. Deep, calm, firm but gentle. He’s well-spoken and to be honest, she’d listen to him read the phone book. 

Physical presence. Our man is tall in a way that makes her giggle and twirl her hair and he will use this to his advantage. He is 6'4. She is 5'3.

Slow. Sure, he’s ready to rock and roll with little more than a suggestive look from Lyra, because when he knows that she wants him, that definitely gets him going. However, Harvey loves to take his sweet time, setting the mood, making her feel like she is the only person on the planet for him, completely worshipping her. Then let’s also acknowledge that once he gets started, he is a massive tease. Yes, there are plenty of moments in which my spicy dorks are positively desperate for each other, but he loves to hear her begging for him.

Control. He’s bossy in the bedroom and she gets the full benefit of this. Making her feel good does it for him.

Physical touch - Part Two. Harvey really does have lovely hands and he knows exactly how to use them. You can guarantee she is getting off more than once. Don't look at me. I don't make the rules.

Words - Part Three. He loves to whisper things in her ear. Our girl has a HUGE praise kink and he knows this. He also loves to talk dirty to her. If the man drops an F Bomb in the heat of the moment, she will straight up dissolve. Readers may also have noticed that he only ever calls her Lyra when they are in adult situations. It is like she is in trouble. The best kind of trouble. 

By this point, Lyra is a mess and absolute putty in his hands. He can do absolutely anything he wants to her and whatever he chooses will make her feel incredible.

(Okay, did someone say soft dom Harvey?)

So, his favourite position. Lyra’s Harvey isn’t afraid to be a little adventurous. There was the time with the mirror. The video call when he was away. The time in the woods. The other time she made him watch. The time in front of the fire. The time of Harvey’s birthday in which there were many interesting things explored. Plus, you just know the desk in his office has seen more than just paperwork. He would eat her out for days and is also more than happy to try new positions. However, while he isn’t averse to bending her over the armchair, his favourite are the more intimate positions. The ones where he can hold her close (the man loves to spoon) and where he can look into her eyes and kiss her senseless. So, while he absolutely loves to pin her against a wall or have her on top of him so he can ogle her, his favourite and most frequently used is missionary. He’s in love with her and wants to watch as she falls apart for him, because of him. 

Thank you so much for sending this positively delightful question! It was so fun to answer! <3

[incorrectcreepypastafam]

Creepypasta As Hazbin Hotel

Ben: so what do you think

Jeff: I’m sorry what the fuck was that

Helen: we’re not filming a porn as a commercial

Puppeteer: why not

Nina: I like being forced

Jeff: keep that to yourself, Nina

Nina: Puppeteer sir

Puppeteer: call me dickmaster

Nina: Puppeteer.

Nina: it’s a solution to our biggest problem

Jeff: oh yeah herpes that’s a bitch

Nina: no our other biggest problem

Jeff: oh uh ugly people?

Jeff: math?

Jane: face my wrath

Jeff: who are you

Jane: I attacked you literally last week

Jeff: ?

Jane: we’ve done battle like twenty times

Jeff: well you must’ve been really bad at this

Liu: oh god, here I go, Jeff. just another fucking day with Jeff. hey hey hey fuck my life

Liu: looks like you have everything under control here

Lyra: of course I do, fuck you, now shoo, go take care of the piss baby

Liu: so you should…?

Jeff: do nothing?

Liu: great idea!!

Toby: you still pissed he almost beat you that time?

Jeff: uh fuck you

Toby: just saying

Sally: *gasp* the bad boy is back

Sally: never leave me again

Brian: we’re about 80% sure she’s harmless

Jeff: this is stupid

Lyra: this is not stupid!

Lyra: it’s just the GAMEEEEE

Lyra: Liu did it well so please try to do the same!

Jeff: I’m too sober for this

Jeff: I’m looking forward to stabbing the other residents

Slenderman: WHAT WHY

Slenderman: people are being nice because they want you to feel welcome

Jeff: *middle finger*

Liu: *middle finger*

Toby: *laughs evilly*

Nina: I have my doubts

Tim: Puppeteer’s minions are all over the place and I need you to get rid of them

Jeff: oh well in that case I’d be delighted to

Tim: humanely

Jeff: well that’s a lot less fun

Jeff: this time everyone has to catch him, okay? Unless you want me to hurt you

Jeff: I love to suck-

Tim: I swear to fuck if you say dicks

Jeff: popsicles, you sicko! Get your mind outta the gutter

Jeff: but you know, dicks too

Sally: sometimes I kill mother bugs in front of their children as a warning to others

Jeff: NINA?!

Clockwork: uh my name’s Clocky

Jeff: no one gives a shit

Jeff: call me fake one more time, motherfucker

Jeff: i dare you

Toby: fake

Jeff: fucking asshole- *hits his head on roof*

Toby: you done?

Liu: Lyra, sweetie, you uh you good?

Lyra: nope no not really!

Sally: maybe it’s time

Lazari: no

Sally: to ask

Lazari: don’t say it

Sally: your dad

Lazari: UGHHHHHH

Lyra: wait that’s it

Jeff: kill everyone?

Lyra: noooooo

EJ: what’s the hold up?

EJ: you got daddy issues?

Lulu: no we’ve just never been close

Lulu: after Mom died he never really wanted to see me

Lulu: he calls sometimes but only if he’s bored or needs me to do something

EJ: daddy issues

Brian: this is the first time she’s called you in years

Brian: this has to be perfect

Brian, picking up the phone: HEYYYY BITCH

Jeff: you may have heard of me from my radio broadcast

Tim: hmmm NOPE I guess that’s why Toby called it the Hazbin Hotel hahaha

Jeff: hahaha it was actually my idea

Tim: hahaha well it’s not very clever

Jeff: haha fuck you

Toby: OKAY

Brian: you like girls! so do I! We have so much in common

Clockwork: how you been?

Jeff: good! Until five minutes ago

Sadie: hey Sally what you been up to, girlie?

Sally: fighting bugs

Sadie: and how’s that going for you

Sally: they’re winning

Sally: but not for long

Lulu: how come he can have faith in me but my own father can’t?

Jeff: oooooh drama *pulls out popcorn*

Slenderman: hi

Slenderman: Slenderman

Slenderman: that’s my wall that you just blew up

Jeff: don’t fucking shush me bitch

Sadie: I need a break but hug a koala for me

Nina: omg can you imagine an actual KOALA

Jeff: anyway you sure fucked up didn’t you

Jeff: oh Lyra, you look an absolute mess

Sadie: I won’t hurt anyone for you

Jeff: who’s asking?!

Ben: Jeff and Toby just left like they were running away from their responsibilities

Ben: should we be alarmed?

Helen: are you fucking high?

Lulu: oh I’m just kidding

Lulu: I know you’re an ace in the hole

Ann: a what now?

Sally: I named all the stains on the carpet

Sally: that one’s Fred

Liu: look I can’t resist a fight okay

Liu, about Jeff: especially when I get to tag team with this fuckhead

Lyra: live tonight however you want because-

Toby: we’re all gonna die!

Dina: alright let’s give it up for not dying!

Dina: love not dying!

Dina: … drinks?

Jeff: I mean personally I’m excited it’s been a long time since I stabbed someone and really meant it you know what I mean

Lazari: I dub thee king roach

EJ: oh to understand your twisted little mind

Jeff: anyway I guess

Jeff: please don’t die tomorrow

Jeff: okay bye

Lyra: rip Jane’s cunt mouth out her ass

Jeff: would you just- chill, Lyra, fuck

Zero: they appear to have some kind of shield sir

Puppeteer: oh really? I didn’t see this giant fucking shield in front of me YOU DUMB BITCH NO SHIT

Jeff: I’m about to end your fucking life

Puppeteer: fuck you, you red piece of- too much fucking red- fuck shut up

Ben: hahaha poetry

Jeff: what just happened? Ffffuck

Toby: these fucking angels won’t stop coming

Jeff: HA

Toby: okay I walked right into that one

Jane: Before I take your life I’m going to tear that other eye out of your face

Clockwork: try it bitch

Jeff, to Jane: live

Jeff: live knowing that you only do because I let you

Slenderman: see you messed with my daughter so now I am going to FUCK you

Zalgo: …

Clockwork & Lyra: …

Jeff: 😏

LJ: well this just got interesting

Sally: it’s fuck you up, Dad

Slenderman: wait what did I say?

Liu: how’s mercy taste, you little bitch

Slenderman: take your little friends and GO HOME

Slenderman: please

Puppeteer: I’m The Puppeteer

Helen: and I’m-

Puppeteer: nobody gives a shit who you are, Helen

Zero: anyway congrats to Slenderman and his crew for not being totally fucking useless for once

[mafiasliege]

I love the idea that lyra might be a ballet dancer (there's many kinds of dancers ik) cuz that'll give such a unique blend to her character. Like I can already imagine the level of ✨emotion✨ in the book if she's a ballerina. I've met some ballet dancers and they're just so... ruthlessly gentle. Like so beautiful but dangerous iykwim. Also if any of you have seen tiny pretty things on netflix you know how dark the world of ballet can get...

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Joffrey has a crush on Lyra but not being able to marry her because his grandfather already claimed her as his own

So he watches through a hole in the wall in the Red Keep as Tywin fucks her from behind, yacking her hair as she sobs

Joffrey creepily peeping as Tywin roughly claims Lyra, unknowingly making her face right where Joffrey is peeping from. Lyra is sobbing, begging, moaning. Tywin spanking her. Cumming inside her or in her mouth.

Imagine Joffrey peeping while Lyra is undressing. It's very sensual and he can keep it in his pants. Or when Lyra is touching herself while waiting for her husband.

Joffrey would get whores to reenact everything and when they fail to act and perform like Lyra they will be punishes