#Honey Kinsley

[thesoulesscollection]

The Royal Product; The Candy Jewelry & Kinsley Siblings Facts

It has been a long while since I've posted anything for Honey and or anything else related to her products. I've decided to make this a post on its own since it contains some things of Choc as well 

Candy Jewelry 

Basic explanation; It's a concealment and or disguise spell contained within jewelry. Mostly comes in the form of necklaces but also in earrings, rings, and etc. 

Can be worn for long periods of time unless it is to be taken off or gets damaged then it won't work for the wearer. 

Though there's always going to be a catch and inevitable downside, one is the decline psychologically as people will slowly forget who they once were prior. Severe identity crisis and the new identity will reign havoc.

 ^ Another side effect, physically, is the growth of colorful (pastel) ‘candy’ rocks on the wearer's skin. Usually it starts at the area in question where the jewelry resides. At first the skin is sore, itchy then soon it will consume them until they're nothing but a jaded statue. 

This product and any other doesn't work effectively on the Kinsley Family as it would've for anyone else outside it. They're as close to immunity as one can get.

^ Although that hadn't stopped Choc in his younger years from being overly excessive in taking them. (Ie. Honey's first guinea pig) and having multiple times overdosed 

Honey Kinsley

Has severe anger issues. The type that will get physically violent such as throwing things and fighting. As well will get absolutely vile with the verbale insults, not caring if she crosses a line.

^ Her anger tends to be explosive yet done and over with as quickly as it had started where it leaves her tired afterwards 

^ Does her best to keep her wrath in check (and fails miserably) to remain the perfect lady. The only person who can calm her down is her brother. 

Growing up between the two siblings, she is the spoiled rotten golden child of her grandmother, Candy who had favored her. Whereas Choc was the black sheep that she taunted over his head. 

Both siblings have a natural sweet scent to them where Choc's is of rich chocolate and caramel, hers is sweet honey that has an underlying ting of bitter spice

Similar to her brother, she has light pink clouds surrounding her but way more prominent and thicker, heavier 

^ She can actually command it to her doing so she often lets it move her from one place to another. As well, she can lay and sit on them to rest (same with other people)

An impressive con-woman albeit very controlling, has many contracts (soul bonded) with people. Able to help alter life with her products as one knows it for people who ask for her help. 

More Facts About Choc 

Somehow he managed to get a hold of the teleporter and make it work for him. He does have a knack for it and he got it fixed on his own. 

^ Diligently reworked it with his sister and now is a literal part of him on his person. For example, to get a better control on it he does use a clip on to his tie or a watch to help better control it. 

Whenever he teleports, Choc leaves behind a light gold cloud with small white stars that foams within. It stings slightly for anyone who happens to walk through it and is on the warmer side

^ Now has a permanent sparkly cloud residue that surrounds him but it only takes a keen eye to notice. Choc is unnaturally warm to the touch or to be around due to this like a heater. 

Ends up in awkward situations more then not, either landing in odd places he didn't account for or in the process drags unsuspecting people along with him 

[bluebutlikenotalways]

Hy vra na stukkie Van Der Merwe Kinsley!

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{𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲}

[TW: Murder & Blood]

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[𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲, and 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚 belong to me!]

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✝️[Bobby Angels: Deceased/FALSE]

🥀[Veronica Angels: Alive/TRUE]

🌹[Maddie Angels: Alive/TRUE]

📷[Deadname|Al Kohaul Angels:Alive/TRUE]

🩹[Kyle Baxter Angels: Alive/TRUE]

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The Runner & Angels Families are known for their knowledge of many different types of magic for generations.Rumor has spread that they are quite religious, yet know some demonic rituals… Let’s talk about family members! :D

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Al Kohaul: The middle child of the family. Al is a shy, closeted transgender man who has a great eye for photography! (He’s the child in the blue dress.) He’s has the ability to see other people’s dreams, memories and past. He has been forced to join more “Lady like” clubs by his mother… but ends up hiding in the shadows every time. Speaking of which, he loves the dark as it reminds him of the night sky. He’s a bit photogenic despite his love for taking pictures. Al has mixed match eyes and often covers it up with his hair. His powers does have some downsides like if he overuses it, you might see him coughing up blood or worse, having a seizure…

Kyle Baxter: Is proudly the oldest! He’s immune to pain and often got himself hurt as a child. (He’s the kid in the red shirt and bandages.) He pretends to be weak and cowardly, but is quite strong and capable to fight 10 people at once! He is quite protective of his siblings and cousins, so if there is chaos happening because of his siblings doing, Kyle finds a way to keep it unseen. He can hear other people heartbeats, track people down just by smelling their blood, and climb up walls and buildings! The only downside is… he can get EXTREMELY hungry and when he’s hungry, HE HUNTS.

Maddie Angels: She’s the youngest of the three. She has a passion for fashion and has a side business making clothes. Maddie is currently working for Honey and might be her favorite employee. She LOVES to skatebroad! She’s albino but, yet people mistakes her for being white most times, it happens so many times that she just gave up and accepts it. (She's the little girl in pink) We know about Heartbreaker, but want to know about her skills? She has sonic scream, super speed and can shape shift. The downside is if she stays in the form for too long, she’ll feel VERY nauseous and lightheaded. She hates her mom for killing her dad, to make it worse, her mother's reason was “Your daddy had a demon in him, so mommy had to crave it out.” Now, she’s is happily adopted by Calypso! 

Bobby Angels: INFORMATION REDACTED.

Veronica Angels: Mother of the three. Paranoid about everything and everyone… She can see people sins, demons and desires. She often forgets to take her medication due to overworking herself. One day, she forgets to take them and fighting with Bobby, it sadly ended with killing her husband. Veronica is currently in a mental hospital, regretting what she’s done. If you try to speak to her, all you’ll hear will be, “I'm sorry, my babies. I don’t mean it…”

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EDIT: Sorry, if I made this dark!!!!

[feeownaa-arts]

Honey Kinsley belongs to @thesoulesscollection !

[dark-twist-fairytales]

How long did this take? TOO LONG!

Do I regret it? NO! Is it painful? AHHHH-

I beg, PLEASE read the trigger warnings before reading.

Tw: vivid descriptions of violence AND death. Use of drugs/drug like products for the use of bad. Nicotine mention. Alcohol mention. The use of a deadname.

Honey Kinsley belongs to @thesoulesscollection . Keegan, Lauren, and Conner belong to me.

Coming into the house first, Keegan hesitated to get out of the hallway that entered the lliving room. The boy was no older than 15, his siblings standing outside the door, waiting for the older triplet's comman. Listening in, Keegan's face contortied to one of discomfort at the multiple voice, male and female alike. He glanced to the two standing outside, before shaking his head. The two knew, crouching down to go unseen from the window. Keegan stepped back out, closing the door as quietly as he could 8manage, before crouching down with them and allowing the middle sibling, Lauren, to lead.

Lauren knew the most safe spots around town, and where the three of them would be without harm. And with Conner already having commisions and money on them, williing to spend it so they had warm food on the table, none of them had any issues finding a spot. It was a matter of leaving. Using the plants to their advantage, Lauren crawled on the grass and towards some bushes near the neighbors fence, the subconcious part of her magic moving it out of the way to reveal a hole in the fence, big enough for their bodies to fit.

Not that it was really an issue. Lauren was the widest, with broader shoulder, and as long as she fit, the other two could as well. Keegan was the tallest, but very small in width, while Conner was the shortest and smallest of the three of them. Lauren went through, followed by Conner, with Keegan going last. Or, he would have..

"Kissandra Moore! Get in here!" That name made Keegan cringe, looking in front of him to the other two, who looked back in concern. "Go.." Keegan muttered, standing up and walking towards the front door. The other two stayed down and out of the way of view, listening to their brother being beratted for getting grass on his pants and shirt, and why he was dressed up like.. Well, Lauren closed her ears to ignore those scream. Conner looked to Lauren, setting their own hands over Lauren's ears and giving a small kiss of assurance to her nose, right where her glasses sat. The screams stopped, with Keega being dragged inside, despite his distressing whimpers and whines.

After the door slammed shut, Conner released the pressure, Lauren doing the same to her own ears. She looked down to the youngest, concern in both of their eyes. Conner then took a peak, before grabbing Lauren's hand and leading her away from the house. "We.. We need to find a way for Kee to be safe.." Conner spoke, their voice weavering from the amount of fear rushing through them for their brother. "Mhm.. Someone at the cafe..?" She questioned, before taking the lead.

After a few minutes of walking, Lauren and Conner approached a small, local coffe shop for them to enter into, the people knowing them already. Conner came up to the front, with Lauren lingering at a table, pulling out a few school things to work on while Conner goot their food.

"Psst, dude, look at this.." A male, clearly on something illegal, said to the person at his own table. Conner stepped away from the counter to the side, but still listened to the two talk and watching out of the corner of their eye. A bag of colorful pop rocks got pulled out by the male talking. "Dude, pop rocks? WHat are we gonna do with those?"

"Nonono, not pop rocks.. 'Party Rocks'." The guy he was talking to gasped, grabbing the bag and looking at it closely. "Ohhh man, this is incredible! How much?"

Conner glanced to the counter, before heading over to the duo of dudes. "Excuse me, fellas... I don't mean to be a bother, but.." Conner lowered their voice, looking dead at the first guy they saw talking. "Where are those 'Party Rock's sourced from?"

Glancing around quickly, the guy Conner was talking to grabbed a note card and wrote on it very quickly, and almost intelligably, before passing it to Conner. "Be careful, kid. She'll sell to anyone for any reason.." Conner nodded and tucked the card in their pocket, walking to the counter and grabbed their's and Lauren's things, before heading over to Lauren's table.

"Laurie, rewrite this for me." Conner spoke, passing the note to Lauren. She looked at it closely, writing down in information in a code language, before handing it back to Conner, who shook the note card and.. Blank. The guys had been watching, adn quickly ran out with an exclaimation of various 'what the fuck's and 'im outta here!'

Lauren rolled her eyes, giving a few little whistles as she worked on a project for her gardening and herbology. "Ignore, ignore, ignore.." She muttered to herself and Conner, with one of her thirds giving a chuckle. "Hmm... 'sell to anyone for any reason'.. I wonder what's even in those party rocks.." Lauren popped up, looking to Conner after they spoke. "Not so good things?"

Conner gave a laugh at that, chuckling and nodding. "That's true.. Those two looked like they haven't slept in days." They spoke, glancing to the note and smirking mischivously. "I wonder if even she has her limits..." With Lauren looking up again, giving a giggle and her nose scrunching. "Time to get Kee on board."

~~~

The next day was a Saturday. In the single room that the three shared, Keegan slept on the floor, near the closet, with Lauren and Conner taking the two beds. Yes, they did try to trade out, but Keegan's back grew used to the hard ground and didn't like the softness of the old, long over due for a change out, beds. Plus, with them being twin mattresses, Lauren and Conner fit better than Kee did on the bed.

Keegan was awake, grabbing up a few things to help hide things on his purpose. A certain pair of pants with hidden pockets sewed in, along with a hoodie to hide who he was without giving away who he was. The designs were created by Conner, and sewed in by Keegan for the hoodie, making it unique and none-traceable. He had grabbed out a thing of cash, along with an empty box of nicotine patches, tucking them in the secret pockets and sighing to himself.

Conner sat themselves off of the bed, looking to Keegan and opening their arms to Keegan, which was gratefully given to them. "Hey, Kee..? Stay safe out there, okay..?" They spoke, in a very quiet whisper, with Keegan nodding and pulling away. "I will, CC.. Door, locked.. Safe.." He recited, with his sibling nodding as well. Kee moved away, locking the door and setting a chair in front of it for extra protection. Keegan then went to the window, glancing outside to see the sun barely even rising. '4:43.. I need to get there, which is a 15 minute walk..' Keegan placed his hand over his mouth, popping his tongue. 'Possibly 30 minutes to talk and browse. No more than an hour.' Another pop. 'Rushing home, another 15 minutes, after that, planning of how to pin down it all on dad.' The final pop, Keegan opened the window and slipped himself through, jumping down like the window wasn't an entre stoy in the air.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he ran as fast as he could, away from the house and towards the address written in code for only him and the other triplets to understand. He stayed on a constaant sprint to beat his own, set timeframe to get there. How long did take?

8 minutes and 36 seconds. Was he out of breath? Yes, majorly, but he would have time to recover.

Walking to the door, making sure his hood was up, he made it over to the proch and stood in front of the door. He could only stare for a moment, taking a breath in, before letting it out and giving a knock on the door. Firm, but not loud enough to alert the neighbors, almost as if his own hand knocking on the wood stopped noise from escaping the outside world.

Grumbling could be heard on the otherside of the door, as well as shuffling and rustling of clothing. Was she getting dressed? Did Keegan accidently wake her up? Well.. That didn't matter. He needed the poducts, whether it did the job or if he needed to put work into it. I mean, that's why he planned out a planning period for whatever products this woman had. If it wasn't something that directly didthe job, then he needed time to figure out a plan and pin down on-

The door suddenly swung open, breaking Keegan's thoughts, as he looked to the 5'4" woman in front of him, dressed with a pink robe, with a heart on the string that sat pretty in the middle. As soon as she spotted Keegan, who was much taller, closer to 5'10", she simply gave a sigh. "Look, kid, I ain't got no Party Rocks made. You'll have to come back in a few hours." Her voice was so smooth, soothing to Keegan's ears. His heart swelled just slightly, unsure of it was for admiration or from panic. As soon as the door began to close, Keegan shoved his dark colored, high top in between the door and the frame. "Ho'ey Ki'sley, right?"

The woman looked to Keegan in confusion, opening the door back up. "You're not here for Party Rocks, are you?" She asked, seeing the determined looked in Keegan's eyes, the way his hands were clinched, as if he was holding back an urge. Frustrated urge. She gave an entruiged hum, smirking softly. "Well then, come in, pretty thing. Let's see what I can get for you, so early in the morning.." The woman, now known as Honey, stepped backwards and allowing Keegan to enter. The hooded boy did, walking into the dark room, smelling a familar smoke, but simply huffing out of his nose. Ciggerette's never bothered him anymore.

The lights got switched on, showing off a very sweet looking living room, dark shades of brown, the accent color being a creamy tan. "Now, I will say, it'll be a bit of a fee since it is so early in the morning, boy. This seems like a special case, or you'd be kicked out like the rest of them.. Heathens." She said, shaking her head with the disgust she held, before patting the taller boy between his shoulders.

Keegan only nodded at her words, allowing himself to be lead from the living room towards a different room, this being a kitchen that only had a few products on the counters. "This is what I have. 'Broken Heart' and 'Root Beer' are the potions, light and dark respectively. 'Sour Patches' and 'Brain Freeze'. Now, I must warn you, boy.." She looked to Keegan, stopping her words to see he was barely there, staring to the products. Honey crossed her arms over her chest, raising a brow when she saw him get close, just watching...

Keegan reached into one of his pockets, pulling out the empty nicotine patch. A potion won't do, but the 'Brain Freeze' didn't sound right either... He sat the box on the counter, staring right to the only thing that remotely reminded him of the nicotine patches. He moved his hand, careful as to not actually touch the product, before tapping the counter in front of the patches.

"Ahh, I see... A little help to relive some sort of pain, hmm?" Honey's voice came out as smooth as, well, honey. It almost made Keegan sway where he stood, like a snake being charmed. "Those Sour Patches are good for sore joints, but be careful with it.. Too high of a dose, you might not be able to feel anything.." She said, her words lingering with Keegan for a moment. His wide eyes and stunned expression turned to one of mischivous delight.

"How high of a dose?" He asked, looking to Honey, who only laughed at his words, loud and boisterious. "Oh, what are you planning, little one? You only ask for a high dose if you need a target paralized!"

"That's my idea."

This made her laughing cease, looking to Keegan dead in the eyes. "You? Paralyzing someone? I'm sorry, but you look as harmless as a butterfly." She spoke, but her movement to grab something out of the nearby drawer told Keegan differently. Man, she would sell anything to anyone for any reason... "Who is this gonna be used against, hmm? Let me guess: A teacher? Maybe your neighbor?" She said, stricking up connversation as she got the patches in order, putting it a certain way to where it didn't coast too much, but so that there wasn't much left over either.

"Momma.." This made Honey pause briefly, continuing with what she was doing. "Your momma, huh? I doubt she's done anything worth it, but as long as you're paying, I'll give you anything you're wanting." She chuckled, but noticed the Keegan moved to take his hoodie off. She stayed alert, finishing with her prodduts and looking to Kee- "Holy God, boy. What the Hell?" She asked, looking to the burn marks that she could see from underneath the collar of his shirt.

"Momma." Keegan said, a certain anger in his tone that wasn't towards Honey at all. Honey gave a nod, before she pushed the bag towards Keegan, holding her hand out and saying the price. Keegan reached into his hoodie, but in a weird place, before he pulled out a wad of cash. He then counted it out in front of her, hannding over the payment and tucking the rest away. He then set the hoodie back on, putting the 'Sour Patches' into the nicotine patch container, before tucking them in their secret department.

With checking the time, 5:24, he nodded to himself. "Tha'k you, Ho'ey." Keegan spoke, allowing Honey to lead him right back to the door, while pulling his hood back up. "Yeah, no problem, sugar. Just, uh.. Make sure you hide the rest away from the authorites, got it?" She said, patting his back as he walked out. As Keegan walked down th street, she stood and shook her head softly. "Man.. Guess the news ARE gonna be worth a watch."

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As Keegan stood in the kitchen, listening to the laughing of his mother and father in the living room, he quickly grabbed one of the patches out of his pocket. He grabbed out one of the original packages, tearing it open and tossing it away, making sure he held a Sour Patch in his hand, moving over to the living room. "There we are. Put it on me. Fix us up another drink, Louie." The smell of ciggerettes and alochol filled Keegan's lungs, as he set the path on the back of his mother's neck, making sure it was in place and unseeable. He stood back, watching.. He heard the steps of Conner and Lauren rushing down, as soon as they heard the demand for a nicotine patch.

A few moments later, their mother's face began to fall, her body slowly going limp. The wine glass dropping from her hand, the red liquid staining the carpet. Lauren, who wore gloves that were freshly bought, pulled a knife from her pocket, undoing the plastic, and throwing the knife... The sickening sound of bones crunching and horrid squish of meat, blood poured from their mother's paralized, slowly dying body. Lauren got Conner's help in removing the gloves and tucking them somewhere safe, a little cubby hole that had gotten carved and was hidden.

Their father, Louie, soon came out and dropped the glass of whiskey in his hand, the glass shattering on the ground. "What did you DO?!" Conner stood back on the stairs, dialing up emergancy services, as their father was yelling and screaming at Keegan. It wasn't long before he grabbed the knife from his wife's head, moving towards the triplets. With Lauren and Conner cowarding on the stairs, Conner frantically giving the information away, Keegan set himself between the two, before a loud yelp left the eldest triplet, blood pour from his hand. Another swing, Keegan tackled their father down, keeping him as held down and still as he could.

Lauren moved from the stairs to the kitchen, grabbing out on of the sour patches and chopping it in half, before hiding the rest of the box in the same cubby hole. She moved to their father, before setting the patch on his back, between his shoulders. It took much longer than their mother, but he was soon barely able to move, like he had used all of his strength.

Sirens were sounding, Conner and Lauren staying close, with Keegan setting himself between them and anyone else. Who knew that the news stations were quick?

~~~

Honey sat in her living room, slouching down in a relaxed manner as she watched the news station. Weather warnings about flash floods coming around the next couple of days, sports reports, a murder of a mother of three- Wait a minute... She sat up quickly, turning the volume up on the tv and watching it.

"Around 6 o'clock this morning, a mother name Lucy Moore has been found to be killed by her own husband, in her own home. The father, Louis Moore, was seen to be held down by one of their children. We are unable to get a name from any of the triplets, with the involvement of Child Protective Survices, but they are currently being held safe in offical offices, according to the Officer Harrison, an officer on the scene. The triplet that was hurt is now in care with minor injuries from the father, and the father will be held on multiple accounts of child neglect, child abuse, and murder charges. Detectives are still investigating."

"Son of a bitch.." Honey muttered, giving a chuckle as she leaned back against the couch. "He did it.." She said, lifting her glass to the air and sipping the bubbly liquid out of it, smirking softly to herself. "Good job, little boy, good job.."

[stilespeters]

Rich Girl

series masterlist

pairing: Tate Langdon x f!reader

words: 4965

summary: The wealthy kinsley family moving into the murder house leads to: Cracks forming between family members, strange occurances in the house, and the feeling of being watched all the time.

warnings: underaged drinking, hints to stalking, some cursing

taglist: @iloveneilperry

song: rich girl by daryl hall and john oates

🎶 So far gone on your own. Well you could get along if you tried to be strong. But you'll never be strong cause you're a rich girl. And you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway. You can rely on the old man's money...

October 21st 2014

It was always very clear that the west coast wasn't for you, yet here you were, stuck in LA traffic on a saturday morning. You had questioned if you had done anything horrific in your life to deserve to be here right now.

Olive was sitting next to you and was playing some Mario game on his nintendo, Frank was driving while whistling the lines of the horrible music on the radio and your mother was nervous. Usually she would touch her pearl necklace continuously in state of stress, however it was packed up in her suitcase in the back. Now she was staring blankly in front of her, biting her nails. It was a habit you inherited from her as you were plucking your own cuticles. However, instead of being nervous, you were bored out of your mind.

To try and kill time you had placed your headphones on and listened to your own music, but still, Nirvana couldn’t make time go by faster. It also didn't help that strands of hair were getting painfully stuck in your headphones and earrings every time you moved.

For hours since you left the hotel it was quiet in the car, until you heard Frank gasp. The whole ride from the hotel he had looked very neutral but now he broke the silence. “Oh my god.”

Your mom got out of her trance and turned her head, making her hat bump against the window. “What is it, honey?”

“I think I forgot to grab our charger from our hotel room,” Frank seemed visibly upset and your mom stopped biting her nails.

“It’s probably somewhere in the suitcases in the back.” She tried to reassure but Frank shook his head. “No, I remember plugging in the charger and thinking to myself I should unplug it and pack it in, but I forgot.”

"It's just a charger, honey. You got a backup charger and when we arrive at the house we'll buy another one." she was quick to come to a solution but Frank shook his head. He was always one to never forget anything. Even though you were very very wealthy and could buy millions of chargers, Frank always advocated to you and your little brother to never lose an item worth of any value. Every cent was worth something and could help. The way Frank looked at money was the way a mother would look at a newborn child.

"Fine." He murmured and you saw one of his famous frowns appear on his face whenever he was upset. He looked like a child really. Every time something like this happens he sulks in a corner and desperately tries to push the annoying feeling away for the sake of looking tough, however, deep inside he was boiling.

He gave a small smack on the side of the wheel and cursed.

“Shit.”

Before he could say anything else, your mother gave him a soft smack on the shoulder. “Don’t swear in front of Oliver. He doesn't need to hear that filth.”

Frank’s eyes widened and he said “whoops” before giving a guilty look at your mother. He quietly hoped Oliver didn’t hear it but once he turned his head to look at him, Oliver looked up from his Nintendo and gave him a cheeky smile. “Shit.”

Oliver always did the same thing Frank did. It was cute how he looked up to him. Your mother however wasn’t too fond of it.

“See? He’s starting to copy you. Next thing I know, he starts smoking and drinking as well. 1 version of you is enough.”

“Oh come on, Clarissa. A little swearing won’t hurt the world. It’ll make him tough like his sister. Right Y/n?” again, he looked at you with hope through the rear view mirror that you’ll back him up.

“No, I actually agree with mom.”

“Thank you, see Frank? I raised a well mannered daughter.”

You bit your nail and leaned your elbow against the window frame of the car while looking outside. “Yeah, I think it’s a very shitty thing to swear in front of Olive.”

“Very shit indeed.” Oliver answered.

Frank laughed out loud, his lost charger long forgotten and your mother facepalmed while closing her eyes. She rubbed her forehead as she leaned against the window and she looked visibly disappointed. You however, looked at your little brother and high fived him.

“One version of you,” your mom looked back and pointed at you “Is also enough.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. You then clicked on the pause button on your ipod to resume your song. Nirvana’s ‘come as you are’ was on a loop and you closed your eyes while daydreaming.

The feeling of sitting in one position for way too long made your body shiver and ache. It stung and you felt uncomfortable, but after shifting and finding a better way to sit, the vibrations managed to lull you to sleep.

Once the car came to a stop about 3 hours later, you opened your eyes.

“We’re here!” Frank said in excitement and placed a hand on your mother’s hand before exiting the vehicle. You had your ipod in hand and ‘glory box’ by Portishead was playing as you stretched your limbs.

From the moment you stepped out of the car and felt the California weather wrapped around you, you were surprised that it wasn’t that hot. Even though it was October, you expected it to feel like you were in a pit of hell. The autumn breeze however felt comfortable against your skin.

You grabbed your backpack with all the necessary stuff you needed, and grabbed your sunglasses from your pocket to shield the sunlight from your eyes. As you chewed on your bubblegum you got a view of the building in front of you.

Frank and your mom were stretching their limbs and you took a long and hard look. The building looked like it had been ripped out of a 1920s film. It was grand and had a pale reddish color. The windows were mosaic with washed out colors, but it suited the exterior well.

Frank looked in awe at the building. “Now, look at that beauty. It’s even better in person.” you cocked your head to the side and scanned the mural. “It looks…” you tried to find the right word, “Old.”

You and your best friend loved fashion styles and you were also both very interested in stylish architecture. Victorian homes were usually fascinating to you because it had so much character and history. This one in front of you however looked like one of those houses that had mold everywhere. It's probably because it had been a very long time since people lived here.

You cringed and scrunched your nose while touching your earring. "This place better have a maid."

Olive stood next to you while Frank and your mom stood behind you. Frank placed his arm around your mom’s waist and placed a hand on your shoulder. "I read online that it was built somewhere in the early 20th century." Your mom gave the boy a little squeeze of his shoulder.

“Great, so the chances are 99% that the house is haunted." you muttered and your mom gave you a sharp look.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” You gave her a smile and when she looked away, you rolled your eyes. Frank heard what you said and rubbed your shoulder. “Of course it’s not haunted, honey. You’ve seen way too many films,” the man looked at the little boy, “It’s beautiful and detailed, right Oliver?”

Oliver didn’t respond, instead he searched for your hand and clung to it. “Is this our new home?"

“It might be,” Frank walked with Marcy to the next room and squeezed Oliver’s shoulder. “Come on little man, let’s see the inside.”

Frank, Oliver and your mother were the first ones to walk towards the door and you were left behind to gaze at the window. You swore you saw movement for a split second and your eyes lingered for a moment, but after a while of staring you saw nothing. All that met your eye was the abyss behind colored tiles.

You shrugged it off and slowly made your way to the front door. Right before you stepped foot on the porch, the door opened and a strawberry blonde woman smiled brightly.

“You must be Frank and Clarissa,” she greeted and Frank shook the woman's hand. She introduced herself as Marcy and then saw you and your brother, "And you must be Y/n and Oliver." You shook her hand and smiled, showing your bright teeth, “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Marcy stepped aside and let everyone in. “It’s a classic Victorian. Built around 1920 by the doctor to the stars at the time. It’s just fabulous, these are real Tiffany fixtures. And as you can see, the owners really loved this place like a child. They restored everything.”

Oliver followed them and you were still scanning the hall. The feelings you had when you walked on the creaking wood was indescribable. It looked intriguing yet menacing for some reason.

As Marcy explained some more historic facts about the building, you got bored and decided to walk around. You didn't know where to, but your feet moved before you could think. It felt like a strong gravitational pull enchanted you and took control of your legs, and your curious eyes met a lamp in the corner of the end of the hall. To the right there was nothing to meet your eyes but the walls, yet again you swore you saw movement. You frowned but shrugged it off once again. Maybe it was just the jetlag. You really did feel tired and almost choked on your bubblegum when you fell asleep.

You whipped out your phone as you walked through the hall and you sighed exaggeratedly. You were texting your best friend about the house. However you didn't have any service and you wondered if the place had wifi. No matter, even if it would send, she didn't respond right away as she was probably asleep due to the time difference. You put away your phone and looked around.

You had seen pictures before and thought everything was gonna be smaller. You knew the way people photographed houses to make it look bigger than in reality, but this house seemed to be an exception. You had to give props to that. You had great respect for honesty and integrity.

As you were checking all of the rooms on the ground floor, you were stopped by a barking sound from your right. As you followed the sound, you looked down and saw a Chi-poo looking up at you with whale eyes. It looked at you with its head cocked to the side and you crouched down. “Where did you come from, little guy?” your voice was higher pitched and you gently grabbed the collar and read the name, “Hallie.”

Your frown faded and you smiled brightly while scratching Hallie’s head. “Aren’t you a little beauty?” You whispered and you let Hallie find a comfortable spot in your arms. The moment seemed sweet and although it was, a clicking sound of heels that was heard from behind you ruined it. You could almost hear the entitlement in that sound and you let out an inaudible sigh.

“There you are,” You looked up and saw your mother standing in the doorway. “Want to see the rest of the house, sweetie?”

Clarissa leaned against the brown cabinet on the right. You put up a smile and stood up from your spot.

“Yeah I’m coming.” You grabbed the dog and cradled it in your arms.

After you saw the kitchen, you were marveled by the space of the house in its entirety. Sure everything looked old but there was no denying the house definitely had style. The kitchen island had a sink and the dark brown wood oddly complimented the black and white tiles. From the outside it definitely looked very stale and it definitely needed a paint job, but from the inside it was much more vibrant. You appreciated all the little crevices of details in each and every room and realized you shouldn't have judged too harshly on the first look.

Once you moved to another door and opened it, you saw two big shelves against the wall and a fireplace on the right.

“This could be the music room, right honey?” Frank asked your mother and she happily nodded.

Marcy looked amused, “You’re a musician?”

Frank shook his head. “No, unfortunately I’m not musically gifted, Y/n is. She plays the piano.”

"She definitely didn't get that from me, I am tone deaf." Your mother laughed and you smiled sheepishly.

Marcy gave you a smile in return and walked a bit further towards the window. “I think the piano is such a lovely instrument, I think it will look amazing here.” She pointed at the spot near the window and Frank happily continued talking. “Y/n has been dying to get a Grand Piano. We had one years ago but sold it when we moved again. We want to buy one as soon as possible for her so she can practice again.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a proud smile as he rubbed softly, “Oliver always listened whenever she played. Y/n even taught him a song or two."

“That sounds lovely, the previous owners of the house were also musically gifted. The mother played the Cello.” Marcy continued and her face fell, “Speaking about the previous owners, full disclosure requires that I tell you what happened to them.”

You let out a soft chuckle and walked forward, causing Frank's hand to let go off your shoulder. “Let me guess, they died?”

You actually meant for it to be a joke, but Marcy nodded.

“Yes they did, actually. All three of them. The dog you’re holding is Hallie. The only one left of the Harmon family. The mother died while giving birth and the daughter and the father both committed suicide. I sold them the house too. They were just the sweetest family. You never know, I guess.”

Your face fell and your mouth opened and closed a few times as your eyebrows were raised. Before you could say anything, Frank came to your rescue. “That explains why it’s half the price of every other house in the neighborhood and why it was on sale for 3 years I guess.”

You could have guessed Frank wanted the biggest house for the least amount of money. One thing he didn't forsee was there was always a catch.

"I told you it was too good to be true." you whispered to yourself. The house market was shit, and so when Frank found this house on the listings he marveled at how much money he could save and invest if you were to move in. You were very skeptical of it and had warned him that there could be a very concerning reason as to why it was this cheap.

Murders were definitely a valid reason as to why.

Marcy continued. “I do have a very nice mid-century ranch, but it’s in the valley and you’re going to get a third of the house for twice the price.”

Your mother held the arm of Frank and seemingly didn’t care about the information about the demise of the previous tenants. “The price doesn’t really matter to us. We just need a spaceious place where there is silence and peace. I get these horrible migraines that cause insomnia and my psychiatrist recommended moving to a more quiet area.”

“And you thought you would find silence in LA?” You tried but your mother ignored your comment and continued talking to Marcy. “He prescribed me pills that could help me fall asleep and stay asleep. But still, the loudness of central New Orleans was too much.”

“Don’t worry, mrs. Kinsley. Los Angeles is not all loud and noisy. This house is in the perfect neighborhood and in the perfect shape. The sounds of anything outside are drowned out by the thick walls and even then, it’s rare for it to be busy outside. The only times when the neighborhood comes alive is on holidays,” Marcy continued. “As halloween is approaching, the peak will be on october 31st, but after that you can expect everything to be quiet. Also, the neighbors don't really tend to socialise a lot from what I've heard.”

“That sounds lovely.” your mother smiled brightly and Marcy walked away to talk with Frank about the next room that was perfect for his work. You could faintly the voice of Marcy saying the man from the previous family was a psychiatrist and you found it ironic since Frank was a psychologist. What a coincidence.

As soon as she was out of your sight, you turned to your mother and removed the smile from your face. “Okay, it might be in a good neighborhood, and everything might be all quiet or whatever. But are we really gonna gloss over the fact that a family died here? I mean, what happened to the tenants before them? Are you not concerned about that?"

“The history of the house isn't that important," she shrugged, "You didn't seem to have a problem with our old house. It's even older and also a lot of things have happened there. Probably a few murders here and there. There is a ton of history on that as well." She said as if it was the most casual thing ever. Yeah sure, it's not like murder is a crime and is very bad

"Yes, but this is a house where random people died," you whisper-shouted, "Our old house was old, yes, but it's family history. Our history. I don't mind that because it's a part of us. It's part of our family."

Your mother didn't answer that and looked at the side. She was as stubborn like you and you let out a mocking laugh. "Right, I forgot family doesn't mean anything to you, it's why you got a new shitty boyfriend Frank and decided to move to the other side of the fucking country." That made her head snap back to you and you almost missed the way her head moved to Frank and Marcy, afraid that they would hear her daughter's outburst.

"Y/n, let’s not do this now. It’s not the timing.” Your mother warned with closed teeth and but before you could protest and ask when the right time was, Oliver stood in the doorway. “Mom?”

Hallie, who had a warm spot in your arms, jumped out and ran towards the younger boy. Oliver looked surprised but happily pet the dog and Clarissa smiled as if nothing happened.

“Hey honey, what do you think of the house so far?"

“It’s very big,” Hallie licked his hand and the boy smiled, “I like it.”

Clarissa nodded in agreement and glanced at Frank and Marcy for a second before facing the two of you again. “I think it’s absolutely gorgeous. Exactly what we're looking for.”

You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms over each other.

Olive's eyes sparkled. “Does this mean that we’ll take it?”

“I think it’s perfect," she said and she gave Olive a smile. “Your opinion matters too, of course. What do you say?” You gave your mother a side eye.

“Yes!" she then turned to look at you and waited for your approval. "And you? Y/n?" her eyes stood void of emotions and you watched Frank and Marcy in the corner of your eyes and sighed. “Why are you asking me? I know you don’t care about my opinion anyways.”

“Y/n…” Clarissa smiled through her teeth and gave you a warning look again. Hallie barked at something and ran out of Olive's arms into the hallway. Olive followed the dog and you continued the conversation you had with your mom.

"What? It's literally why you forced me to come with you. Ever since Frank came we everything changed and I'm tired of it, okay? I just... I can't. Give me a break." you exhaled deeply and rubbed your forehead.

"I will have none of this at the moment,” she repeated her standard line with a calm tone, “We both know it was for the best, and you like quiet too right? There are great schools here and I'm sure you'll make loads of new friends." She didn't know she was literally proving your point right then and there. She didn't care about your opinion. She already had her own the minute she forced you to pack your things and dragged you into the car. You were tempted to open the window and yell 'Help, I'm being kidnapped' but you knew that would only worsen things. You also didn't really felt like sitting in a police bureau sulking while your mother explained the situation.

You scoffed and crossed your arms. "LA is full of stuck up people who care only about followers and fame. I never wanted this."

Your mother rolled her eyes. "Don't act like a brat, Y/n I am so over it. Tons of girls your age dream of moving to this city in a big house like this. They would do anything to be in your position right now, to have the opportunities you have. Besides there are people like that everywhere, your old friends were exactly like that. And sweetie, don't tell me you're not like them cause you are.”

Ah, the old classic "you can't feel sad because you have it better than majority of the people on this shitty planet".

You were starting to boil.

“Just because you’re not a fan of them doesn’t mean they’re immediately conceited.” you tried to keep your voice low to avoid Olive hearing the conversation if he were to lurk somewhere nearby. He had witnessed a few outbursts a few times before and you didn't want Olive to see that as an example of good behavior.

Before the conversation truly went downhill, Marcy and Frank walked back into the room and you turned around to smile again as if nothing happened. Your mother did the same and now you realized the older you got, the more you looked like your mother.

Frank gave Clarissa a kiss on the cheek before he looked at you and asked the same question. “So, Y/n. What do you say?”

It was quiet for a few seconds before you realized that there was absolutely no way of going home anytime soon. You gave Frank one last look before giving Marcy a grin, hoping she wouldn’t notice your twitching eye.

“Does this place come with the dog?”

After Clarissa and Frank signed some papers and discussed the next plans with Marcy, it was already night time. Most of the moving boxes were in the living room and you were currently in your new bedroom. You didn't want to speak with anyone today and so you sulked while sitting on your bed.

The room wasn't all too bad, it was way smaller and darker than your previous room but oddly enough you didn't really mind. Plus, the door had a lock so that was very convenient for you. It took a little while to get the key but after a thorough search you found it lying in a cabinet.

You locked the door, closed the blinds and made sure no one could peek. You were tired from everything and you were in desperate need of some distraction. A bottle of vodka was hidden somewhere deep in one of the boxes as well as a can of cola, and you mixed the two drinks.

"At least I still have alcohol and a designer handbag." You muttered and as you sat on the chair in front of the mirror at your desk, you took a swig of the liquid.

“The blinds are see through, anyone standing in the yard can see what you're doing.”

You spat out the remaining drink and turned around to see a young, blonde man stand near the door. He had his hands in his pockets and simply blinked at you.

“What the-” you wiped the remains from your mouth. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” You saw that the door behind him was open, and you were visibly confused. You thought you locked your door.

“Also, the lock is old, you should double turn the key for it to work.”

Before you could say anything else, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Your eyebrows were frowned and you turned around one more time to blink at the door. Once you looked back at the mirror, you saw the spatters of vodka mixed with cola painted the glass and rubbed your eyes.

What the fuck?

You stood up from your place after a few seconds and walked to your door. To test out what he said you locked the door while twisting the key once. As you pushed the door, it opened and you did the same thing again, this time you turned the key twice.

You pushed the door and it didn’t budge.

Who the fuck was he and how did he get into your house? Was he one of the movers who helped with the boxes from the truck? No that can't be possible, you scanned everyone's faces as they moved in and out, but everyone was middle aged.

So perhaps he was one of Frank's clients? You didn't really know anything about his job but it seemed very logical that clients first had to book an appointment before showing up.

Even though you were kind of freaked out, you didn't alarm anyone. Maybe that was a dumb decision, but you really didn't feel like walking downstairs to see the smug face of Frank and your mother, especially after everything that happened today.

If he was a thief, you hoped he'd steal Frank's backup charger.

If you thought the situation with the blonde boy was weird, what happened after was a lot weirder.

It was about an hour later and you had a bathroom break. You could still walk in a straight line and only felt a bit buzzed. Trying to avoid the living room where Frank and your mother were seated, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the tray.

Walking back upstairs, you accidentally dropped the apple and cursed. However, as it rolled into the hallway, you were startled to see the apple roll back to you as though it hit an invisible wall in the middle. You grabbed your forehead, crouching down and taking the apple in your hand. How was that possible?

Looking around once or twice to see anything out of the ordinary, you struggled to clear your thoughts. Eventually you blamed it on the alcohol. Although a feeling deep inside told you that it wasn't that. You knew you weren't drunk enough to imagine this.

You didn't make a big deal out of it mainly because you always scared yourself by thinking the most random creepy things. Walking to the bathroom at night; what if someone is standing behind the corner? Sitting on the couch; what if someone's hand suddenly snatches you into a shadow realm? Every thought was so random. You did it to yourself and you didn't want to scare yourself again.

You blinked once or twice before returning your trek upstairs.

Walking through the hall to find the right door back to your room, you struggled. Having a big house meant there were more rooms, which meant that it would take a while longer to get used to finding your way. Your old house was the same, maybe even bigger. It was the perfect place for hide and seek. You could hide in a closet in one of the many rooms and it would take hours or maybe days to find you.

As you finally found your bedroom, you stopped in your tracks. You heard noise behind the door, and when you opened it, you frowned. You saw that someone unplugged your headphones from your ipod on your bed and had played a song by Daryl Hall and John Oates.

So far gone on your own. Well you could get along if you tried to be strong. But you'll never be strong cause you're a rich girl. And you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway. You can rely on the old man's money...

You paused the device and walked out of your room.

“Olive!”

“Yes?”

You opened the door to his room and saw he was still on his nintendo. He didn’t look up when you stood in the doorway with your arms crossed. “You can’t just go into my room and do that shit. We need some boundaries, I value privacy."

Oliver looked up from his nintendo and looked confused. “I didn’t go into your room?”

“Very funny Olive.” Oliver had pulled pranks on you before and so you weren't buying it. "First of all, don't call me Olive, I'm a person not food, and second of all, I never stepped foot off my bed since I jumped on it. That was like an hour ago."

You were very skeptical and crossed your arms.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not, I swear!”

You narrowed your eyes before deciding to drop the subject. You didn't want to argue, especially knowing you would get a lecture from Frank about family positivity.

“Whatever.”

You walked back and looked at your ipod once again and rubbed your eyes, cursing because you wore mascara. Trying not to cry because everything frustrated you, you fell ontop of your bed and groaned in your pillow, smudging mascara on the sheets. You just simply didn't care anymore.

These were very interesting first days of your new house. Nothing really seemed to work in your favor, you hated this city, you missed everyone back at home, everything seemed to be out of the ordinary, and you didn't know if the constant feeling of being watched was because of the new house, or if it was just you being paranoid.

No matter, every feeling you held wasn't gonna last long. Because as soon as you would turn 18, you would pack your bags and leave this place. Ever since Frank came into the picture you had everything planned out. All you had to do was wait a couple of weeks and survive the constant bickering of your family members, Frank, and the weirdness of the house. You just have to hold on a little longer.

This is going to be challenging, but surviving for a bit longer can't be that hard... Right?

[lennysfridge]

Kim getting mad because she wants boobs but she can’t get them

brea is in the shower and kinsley is very hungry, she puts up a fuss when she tries to bite her dad

“those don’t have milk honey, mamas in the shower.” kinsleys lip wobbles and cries, brea hears it and rushes to get the conditioner out of her hair

“i’m here.” brea says opening up the bathroom and takes the baby out of ryans arms

she’s much more happier now

[the-life-we-fear]

@penitentdruid

Starting somewhere new always nerved Piper. Especially somewhere there were three different companies rolled into one to take care of. Her new job was at a publishing company, one that sat atop its own bookstore and cafe. It was unique feeling and extremely more welcoming than the other one she had found while looking for employment. The moment she stepped inside, she knew her good choice was confirmed.

The bottom level was where the bookshop and cafe sat. Too one side, rows upon rows of books sat lined almost too the ceiling. And the scent that filled her; warm cinnamon and honey, peppermint and nutmeg, and a hint of something fruity floated around the room. And suddenly, any form of nerves seemed to leave her body.

She stepped up to the front desk, where the receptionist sat with their back turned toward her. ‘Excuse me.’ She said softly as she fixed her bag over her shoulder. ‘I’m Piper Kinsley…I’m the new hire. I’m supposed to meet Dedrek.’

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Question 3

I need to update my crossover masterlist and I have some of them written down but sos send help on what I'm missing

@the-witching-ash

Descendants

Fabian x Ace

Fabian x Lawson

Fabian & Honey

Edmund x Ace

Edmund x Cosette

Edmund x Anissa

Fabian x Cosette

Raphael x Cosette

Glee

Henry x Sadie

Henry x May

Andrew x Carla

Andrew x/& Kath

Andrew & Oz

Andrew & Cece

Andrew x/& Cole

Elphie & Carla

Billy x Cole

Mary x Mimi

Gilmore Girls

Grace x Vicki

Floyd x Vicki

Eileen x Vicki

Vance x Emmeline

Hunger Games

Raymond x Callisto

Raymond x Apollo

Raymond x Amor

Raymond x Jude

@cecexwrites

Descendants

Quinn x Ace

Ismene x Ace

Ismene x Cosette

Quinn x Cosette

Aleks x Cosette

Gossip Girl

Finn & Evie

Tinsley & Evie

Covey & Theo

Finn & Theo

Tinsley & Theo

Mimi & Coco

Covey & Nolan

@manyfandomocs

Descendants

Gabe & Cosette

Glee

Ashton x Cole

Steve & Tegan

Gossip Girl

Wesley x Kyla

Wesley 

Hunger Games

Deryn x Bellona

Deryn x Marisol

Misc

Vincent & Mercy

@ginevrastilinski-ocs

Descendants

Jax x Cosette

Glee

Betty & Kipp

Hunger Games

Callie & Lacey

Callie & Alton

DC

Lucian x/& Kinsley

Jericho & Sarina

[tirions]

ive been a fan of this blog ever since it started and i can defently say that i live for laito and tirions dynamic.I guess what im trying to say is that im hoping to see that romance👀

omg, thank you for liking my blog hon! 🫶🏼

i didn’t originally write them with romance in mind because i don’t think they’re so capable of understanding/accepting the other person for who they are because they’re so different. but i think, if they were to have a romance, it’d look something like this:

tirion & laito

overcast days that engulf the earth, not being able to look the other in the eye, meaningless words, a honeyed tongue, feather-light touches, frothy waves crashing against a jagged shore, over and over and over

[thesoulesscollection]

Even More Choc Hcs #3

Hey. Me again with some more Choc content cause I can't help myself. 

Here's some prior posts about my dear boy if you've missed out on them. 

First Post. 

Second Post. 

Tw/Tags: Health Issues, Eating Disorders, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Bad Coping Mechanisms, Implied Self Harm

The sentiment that reminds me most of Choc is this one;

Similar to the sun; from afar he's a giving source of warmth and comfort but upon someone getting close and personal, one is sure to be burned in his wake. 

His role in the clan is kinda all over the place. Currently he prefers to take it slow, now he merely observes his surroundings. Always has an eye on everything. 

But people usually refer to him as the clan's jester. Knows how to pick up any sour mood and lift it. His jokes are mostly light hearted but truthfully speaking, he can dig his knife in deep. The jokes can range vastly. It can be personal and or on the edge of insulting. 

Cross dresses both in private and in public. The second is often done for assignments that needed him to be undercover. Clothing of any kind has no gender for him. It started up in his mid to late thirties and was explored in the following years after.

^ Similar with makeup it is only ever done for job purposes. Tends to do more down to earth looks and only done it for his undercover work. But he does have a natural knack for it. 

Struggles with his weight and has an awful relationship with food that as he gets up there in age, he's unable to keep weight on for a long time and so it fluctuates noticeably. Nowadays is very skinny, whereas he used to be more packed up with muscle 

^ Can't handle most if not all sorts of food without getting sick as a result so he often goes without eating for long periods of time. Though he snacks in smaller amounts or eats mostly candy to quench the hunger 

A lot of people underestimate him for his gangly appearance, cheerfully goofy personality, and clumsy nature. People who are simply around him, either friends or not, have to make sure he doesn't get hurt. 

^ Since he's skinny, people just tend to easily move him out of harm's way when he isn't paying attention. He's almost a walking disaster set to happen and everyone knows that. 

Natural blond and wavy hair, it's near platinum with streaks of white but he's dyed it brown since he was both old enough to do it himself or have his sister help him. Done out of pettiness. Continues to dye it but now has either Matilda Ivy or Earrings help.  

Has a full set of false golden teeth due to a very serious injury that then led to an equally bad health issue he won't disclose what happened. It gives off an uncanny aura.  

^ Got long, thin scars that go across his cheeks then up his cheekbones to his ears. It is related to the first issue up above. 

On the topic of scars, he has plenty of them all across his body. Partly due to his clumsiness but also there's some that are self-inflicted. He does tend to bandage up really well so no one will see 

^ To better describe the major scars: there's two long slashes on his back that are a bit below his shoulders to half way down, one on the small of his back, and another two, smaller on the top of his head that's hidden by his hair.

^ There's of course, minor scars as well that litter across the man's body, like the slashes stretched across his arms, thighs, etc. 

Went through a lot of partners. Like a comedic amount of them that he can no longer count on his fingers or try to remember them all. All the way from his youth to now, the majority of them had either having ended not so amicably or in tragedy 

From the tips of his fingers up to his elbow and the same goes from his toes up to his knees are colored a deep midnight, nearly black. Above the elbows/knees, are where his veins are painted gold. Its origins are likely from the use of rarely known magic. 

Can mimic the voices of other people to perfection. Also with mannerisms, and facial expressions. All done with uncanny ease.  

Choc's Relationships:

Cherry Kinsley: Daughter. He's very overprotective, nearly like a helicopter parent over his only child to the point it can be suffocating to her. 

Honey Kinsley: Sister. A complicated relationship, a rivalry where they were pitted against each other throughout their life. But they don't despise each other. Kinda codependent 

Truffles Kinsley: Mother. Often she was emotionally negligent and distant with her child, more with her first born child and son, Choc. Nonexistent sort of relationship. 

Ronald Kinsley: Father. Cold, curt relationship. Again nonexistent like the one he has with his mother. But here it's more obvious there's no love to be had between them. Verbally harsh, cruel even towards his two children, mostly to his son. 

Candy Kinsley: Grandmother. Was the one to basically raise his sister and him. Very strict, traditional in her child rearing and was also, financially, mentally and verbally controlling. Put a lot of pressure on both of them to be perfect.  

Canon Character(s):

Sir Wilford IV: Had a mentor/mentee relationship with the past leader. Choc looked up to the older man, not only a role model but also a parental figure he never had. 

Reginald Copperbottom: They have a complicated dynamic as the chief is on edge around the candymaker. He views Choc as two-faced and more than what other people see him as. No trust is to be had here between them. 

Right Hand Man: They respect each other quite well. Work well together whenever on a raid or not. Despite everything, Choc's laid back, cheerful and goody attitude, manages to make the deputy laugh 

Carol Cross: Another close friend of his. They simply like to hang out when they have the free time to just chatter away and gossip. More so Carol talks and Choc listens. 

Mr. Macbeth: Close friend, had been since their young adulthood starting up during their active years in their growing roles as Toppat members. 

Toppat Clan: His family has been with the clan since his grandmother's arrival, many decades ago. He feels the strong need to stay despite his overall complicated feelings over the clan and how it's run. 

^ Only his daughter and him are the last remaining Kinsley family who'd stayed around in the clan. 

[bluebutlikenotalways]

Full Body commission for @thesoulesscollection

[radiant-reid]

what are some baby names that you think spencer would like that are out there/considered "tragedeighs"? personally for boys i think hed like something like penn, merritt, or kitt. for girls i think he'd like everlee, elsbeth, and kinsley 🫶🏻

(there are so many more but i tried to keep it to a minimum hahaha)

love kitt, especially as a nickname for Beckett and i think it's very him, as well as kinsley. i'm not sure how many of these are going to count as tragedeighs just because everyone's definition is different but I've thought of a few that are rare/odd

blaise/pascal (after blaise pascal), basil, odie, judge

honey, scout, sunny, attie (as a full name not a nickname), maisyn (for a girl, said like mason), oakley, story, sailor, navy, October, novaleigh

and i always said no, no, no, he could never name his kid Wren because Wren Reid does not work, but someone's found a fabulous solution

[jaytoons7]

TW: Contains mentions of drugs/drug addiction and a brief mention of a toxic family under the cut:

"I'd like to not feel anything for a few hours..."

This was inspired by @thesoulesscollection and one of Honey Kinsley's products. More specifically, Brain Freeze.

(This would happen before Jay joins the Toppat Clan. Scottie would be about 19, Which is why they look a little different here)

Scottie has a lot of emotional baggage, Due to their emotionally abusive family. Sure, Things got better once they joined the Toppat Clan, But Scottie still felt awful and didn't know why.

These feelings scared the shit out of them and the idea of telling someone about it scared them even more.

That's where Brain Freeze would come in (Although I'm unsure how Scottie would learn about it). Something that would make them unable to think, Something that would wipe Scottie's brain clean for a few hours, Something to help them forget.

Sure, Their body wouldn't function during that time, But that was just a minor setback for Scottie. They'd just take it after work hours while in their room, Nobody would even need to know.

After a while though, Somebody would figure out, Slice (Who Scottie grew to see as a father figure). One day, Scottie would forget to lock their door when Slice goes to check on them. He'd see Scottie in a semi comatose and understandably freak out.

Once Scottie recovers, They see the look of panic and worry on Slice's face and it gives them a bit of a wake up call. The two talk for a bit and Slice tells them that recovery from trauma isn't a linear path and that they don't have to go through these scary emotions by themselves (He speaks from experience).

But above all, Slice says that he doesn't want Scottie to lose themselves to something like this...

Scottie would stop taking Brain Freeze after that, But it's still something they deeply regret ever starting till this day.

(Seriously though, Don't do drugs)

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Could you write about “Kinsley being angry and then crying for Brooklyn going to Hawaii & not telling them in front of Mins & Kims or whoever present” ? The whole mama bear thing

Drabble day! Drabble day! So for me, Brooklyn's Hawaii getaway and all the shenanigans she got in. Also, with Kinsley punishing her for leaving the country unexpectedly.

"Kim Jina, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Kinsley screamed through the facetime call and Brooklyn cringed from the sheer volume of her voice. After Brooklyn had surprised Namjoon and her grandmother on their vacation to Hawaii, the two of them figured out that Mason and Kinsley had no idea where their youngest daughter was. Of course, they had to let them know and all hell broke loose.

"I didn't think it'd be that big of a deal," Brooklyn shrugged. "I am 18."

"You don't think getting on an airplane and flying 15 hours away without telling anyone wasn't a big deal?!"

"Brook, you're pregnant," Mason added. "You can't do long flights like that."

"I'm barely six months!" Brooklyn shot back. "I'm fine to fly until I'm in my thrid trimester!"

"Who the fuck told you that?! Google?!" Kinsley hollered.

"Kinsley, take a walk," Mason stated firmly and Brooklyn could tell that her mother had thrown the phone down before she heard footsteps retreating. Mason then picked up the phone, sighing heavily.

"Brooklyn Alea Kim, I am disappointed in you," he said. "Not only did you put yourself and your child at risk, you interrupted your grandparent's vacation which they don't get many of."

"She's fine Mase," Namjoon spoke up and Brooklyn could see her grandmother smacking Namjoon's arm.

"I'm sorry," Brooklyn offered.

"I know you don't really mean that but I forgive you," Mason chuckled. "Give the phone to your grandfather." Brooklyn did as instructed, handing the phone off to Namjoon. "I'm sorry Dad."

"No need to apologize, she's fine," Namjoon assured him. "And she can stay here with us because I don't feel comfortable putting her on the 15 hour flight back hom ewhen she literally just got off of one."

"Me either," Mason admitted. "If you and mom are sure, she can stay."

"I'm sure!" You nodded and Mason nodded.

"Alright, talk to you guys later," he said. "I have to go deal with my wife."

"Oof, good luck," Namjoon whistled before hanging up the phone.

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"Kins," Mason called out as he walked into their bedroom, where he found her pacing the floor. "Princess."

"Don't 'Princess' me," She snapped. "These damn kids are going to give me a heart attack."

"You know how Brooklyn is," he said as he stepped in front of her, stopping her pacing. "She's a free spirit."

"She's pregnant," Kinsley deadpanned.

"She's 18."

"She's pregnant," Kinsley repeated. "Am I the only one who's remembering that fact?"

"No but I do think you should calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down?" she echoed. "My baby, who's carrying a baby, got on a 15 hour flight and no one knew! What if something had happened?"

"Kins," Mason called, noticing that her eyes were becoming wet. "Baby."

"What if something happened to my baby?" She whispered before bursting out into tears. Mason immediately pulled her into him, allowing her to soak his shirt as she cried.

"Baby, I know you were worried but she's ok," he told her. "She's with my parents and she's ok."

"I know but the fear hasn't left my body yet," she mumbled into his chest. "I can deal with a lot of things Mase, but I'd die if anything ever happened to my babies."

"I know and that's why you're such an amazing mother," he said. "Brooklyn might not understand it yet but she will, because she's so loving just like you are."

"I hope baby boy does this shit to her," she muttered petulantly, making Mason laugh loudly.

"Take a few days and then make sure that you talk it out with her, alright?" He said and Kinsley nodded her head.

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"Brook, honey, we have a surprise for you," you said a few days later and Brooklyn looked away from the television up at you.

"What is it, grandma?" She wondered and just as you went to open your mouth, the doorbell on the hotel room rang.

"I'll get it," Namjoon called out, rushing to the door and opening it.

"Hi," Daesung smiled and Brooklyn whipped her head around, knowing that voice anywhere.

"Dae!" She squealed, getting up from the couch and rushing over to the door where Daesung had just walked inside. She threw herself into his arms, making him chuckle as he hugged her back. "What are you doing here?"

"Your dad cleared my schedule so that I could come out here to spend time with you," he explained.

"Really?"

"We thought it'd be good for you two to spend some time together before the baby comes," Namjoon added.

"Plus, you're kind of cramping our style here Brook," you joked, making everyone laugh.

"You know you're on your mom's shitlist, right?" Daesung murmured to his girlfriend.

"It's worth it, to be able to be here with you," Brooklyn smiled before leaning up and kissing her boyfriend.

"Who do they remind you of?" Namjoon whispered to you.

"Kins and Mase," you replied, smiling as you watched Daesung give Brooklyn a little eskimo kiss. "They're too cute though."

"As much as I hate to admit, they are," Namjoon sighed.

"Come on, grandpa," you chuckled, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the bedroom.

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"You scared the shit out of me, you know that?" Daesung muttered later that night. After arrangements had been made for him to fly to Hawaii, Namjoon had set them up in a hotel room of their own.

"I'm sorry," Brooklyn murmured, pressing light kisses to Daesung's bare chest.

"We have a son coming Ji, you can't be reckless like that."

"I hear you."

"But are you listening?"

"With how you just fucked me, it's a little hazy, not gonna lie," she laughed, making Daesung laugh as well in spite of himself. She suddenly gasped then, grabbing Daesung's hand. "Look, he's kicking."

"Wow, he's a strong little thing," Dae chuckled in surprise. "I can't wait to meet him."

"Me either," Brooklyn replied, smiling when Daesung leaned down and kissed her baby bump.

[sizzlinghotkinsley]

Hiya, honey dears! I'm a new user here, so it's essential that I introduce myself.

I'm Kinsley. I'm a single 34 year old sizzling hot woman from Minnesota, USA (that's in the Midwest, central time zone). I'm a lesbian, so that means I won't be following or messaging any guys. I have a BS in plant science & work in that field. Total green thumb here!

I'll be posting about things I find interesting, such as coffee, cooking, decorating, flowers, lesbianism, rock 'n roll music, & women to name a few.

I'm not a fashionista - I'm simply a fashion lover, a woman who enjoys being well-dressed as often as she can. So of course I'll be posting on this as well. Heck, I may even post some fashion advice, who knows? I may write more at sometime, maybe in a subpage, or you can simply message me.