#fc!plant man

[leaffiii]

[charlyritter]

every weekend I think I should make plans when every weekend I re-discover that my favorite thing to do on weekends is the same things I always do but slower

[saturnville]

…stays in madrid [2/2]

pairing: jude bellingham x black oc (naomi sinclair) summary: what happens in madrid… warnings: small small reference to sex. tags: @emjayewrites @cocobutterqwueen @neeville @neewrites @blueaetherr @vile-harlot + anyone else who likes football fics? let me know if you want to be added! an: love naomi and jude down bad.

fc: renee downer

part one: what happens in madrid

1 year later.

She received an offer. To start a career in a new city—Madrid. To network with the most experienced and knowledgeable fashion. icons, to hone in on her craft of designing, to get one step closer to creating her own brand. She received an offer to be an Associate Director of Development and Design and she took it.

At the first opportunity, she packed her degree, all her belongings, sold her home, and jetted to Madrid on the first available flight. There, she was greeted with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine on her kitchen island in the center of her new condo.

Congratulations, it read. I’m so proud of you and all you’ve done. I hope you enjoy Madrid as your home. Can’t wait to see you. Xx Jude.

Naomi smiled softly. Still as sweet as he was a year ago when he desired her attention. She brought the bouquet to her nose and inhaled softly. The scent of tulips would never get old. She made a mental note to keep flowers in the kitchen as frequently as she could.

Naomi spent the next few hours unpacking and organizing her home. By the time she’d come to a reasonable stopping point, her bedroom and bathroom had been unpacked and organized. Her kitchen and living room required some work, but they would be priority for later.

She huffed and prepared to sit on the edge of the bed but was halted in action by a loud knock on her door. Naomi whined loudly and clenched her teeth. With her feet planted firmly, she rolled her shoulders bag and trudged toward the door. 9:42pm. Who could…?

“Fix your face,” she heard once she opened the door. Her features immediately softened, her shoulders relaxed, and her eyes lit up. On the other side of the door was Jude, leaned up against the doorframe, another bouquet of flowers in one hand while a large backpack occupied the other. “Can’t be that upset to see me, can you?”

Naomi smiled softly and ushered him in. Jude nodded as he glanced around her apartment in approval. Proud was an understatement. She’d done the damn thing and he couldn’t have been happier for her. “Looks good, babe. You need help with anything?” Jude hardly emptied his hands before Naomi’s chest was pressed against his and her lips claimed his. His large hands circled around her waist and snuck downward to caress her bottom. She smiled against his lips. Three months was too long without him, and now, she’d see him almost everyday.

“Not right now,” she said once she pulled away. Her thumb caressed his face in endearment. She wiped away the remnants of her lip gloss and giggled. “Thank you for coming. I wasn’t expecting you until later this week.”

Jude shook his head. “My girl’s in Madrid and you thought I wasn’t coming today?” He blew a raspberry and waved her off. Naomi held her hands up in faux defense, “Alright now, Mr. Bellingham.”

“You eat?” he asked, sauntering to the counter top. Naomi shook her head. He began to dig into the backpack and pulled out containers of food—a variety to choose from. And of course, her favorite wine along with chocolate and packs of popcorn. “Jude…”

He was just so him. So considerate and kind. So generous and lovely. Her eyes began to water. Who would’ve known that the man who approached her a year ago at a dinner would be in her new home wining and dining her. Blessed couldn’t even describe how she felt.

“You’re amazing. Thank you,” Naomi said, wrapping her arms around his waist. Jude pressed his lips against her forehead, his heart fluttering at her touch. “Gonna take a shower. Did you bring clothes?”

Jude nodded, his stomach clenching. “Yeah, why, what’s up?”

Naomi pulled away and raised her eyebrow suggestively. Jude smiled softly and tapped her bottom as he followed her to her bedroom. “Yes ma’am.”

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“Right there, baby?” His warm breath tickled her ear and scratched at her insides. Speechless. How had she never known the beauty of making love? It was so rich and warm. Maybe it was because of his gentleness and patience.

The way he caressed her so softly, encouraged her so boldly, and expressed his adoration so freely, had her mind going in circles. How had she gotten so lucky?

Her words were gargled as she tried to make out a simple statement. He found amusement in her struggle. She swallowed thickly. “Yeah, right there…”

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“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jude whispered. “I know you’re not here for me, but you being here means everything to me.”

Naomi smiled. She placed her food on the bedside table and threw her arms over his body. “I’m glad I’m here too. I love you.”

Jude seared his lips against hers. To be close to her was everything. To know her was a privilege. One that he’d never take for granted. Ever. “I love you.”

[meangirls-imagines]

Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!

collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)

Regina George

@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)

North Shore's Queen Bee

Soft for her girlfriends

The mom of the group

Basically a sugar mommy for her girls

Lifehack Geek

TikTok hater

Has rational fear of werewolves

Will fight a bitch

Victoria's Secret girly

Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)

Gryffindor

Lesbian

Gretchen Wieners

@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))

The second mom of the group

Softest human

Loves playing with her girlfriends hair

#1 Twilight hater

Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews

The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs

Cuddly as fuck

Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie

Stubborn as Fuck

Wine drinker/expert

Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)

Hufflepuff

Bisexual

Karen Shetty

@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)

Ambidextrous™️

Loves Spongebob

Plant Parent

Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo

Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)

Lettering expert

Has Funko Pop collection

Squishmallow lover

Ravenclaw

Pansexual

Cady Heron

@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)

The third mom of the group

Whispers when angry

Carries bandaids at all times

Always has snacks

Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)

Cries at Rom-Coms

LOVES hugs

Cannot handle spicy food

Sleeps with a teddy bear

Happy to be here

Friends with everyone's parents

Token vanilla of the group

Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)

Bisexual

Aaron Samuels

@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)

1/3 of Terror Trio

Y/N's best friend

North Shore's resident Himbo

Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"

Impulsive buyer

Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)

Overuses 💪 emoji

Usually confused

1/2 Golden Retriever duo

Can skateboard

Uses Axe body spray

Co-founder of Stuntmares

Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)

Ass man

Owns too many grey sweatpants

Kisses his homies (homiesexual)

Has never watched Harry Potter

Watches lifestyle coaches on YT

Can play the ukulele (really badly)

Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)

Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics

Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)

Bisexual

Damian Hubbard

@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)

Learned how to sew from Janis

Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)

Huge Adore Delano stan

Will fight anyone who hurts Janis

Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan

#1 Poly!Plastics fan

Has an 8 step skincare routine

Cameraman for Stuntmares

Earlybird

Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early

Ravenclaw

(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"

Him and Karen watch The Bachelor

Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)

Learned how to twerk from Y/N

Gay

Janis Imi'Ike

@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)

Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)

Will go straight for Ryan Gosling

Feral chihuahua of the group

Hozier stan

HATES THE KARDASHIANS

Pain in Regina's ass

Anger Issues™️

Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo

Mentally Ill friend

Emotional Drunk

Karaoke Queen

Tits girly

Leather Jacket lesbian

Getting piercings > therapy

Has a suit collection

Thrifter

Loves her friends

Dog person (secretly)

Quotes niche memes

Kinky af

Middle Child

Lesbian

Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)

@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)

2/3 Terror Trio

2/2 Golden Retriever duo

Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.

Co-Founder of Stuntmares

"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*

Cuts her own hair

Blooper Reel Queen

North Shore's resident stoner

AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)

Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko

"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."

Demisexual

Plays electric guitar

Has slight speech impediment

Gremlin of the group

D&D Dungeon Master

ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night

Power Nap Addict™️

Insomniac

Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)

Oddly good at Origami

Tweets everything she thinks

Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox

Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)

Anger issues

✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)

Matching rings with her gfs

Def had one night stand with Cady

Shane Oman

@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)

Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)

Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.

Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.

Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.

Blasts music walking down the halls.

Always has the zoomies.

Orange cat friend.

Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.

Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)

Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)

Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.

Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.

Or eating a bunch of weird combos.

"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*

Ralph Lauren man

Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.

Professional party crasher

Dine and Dash expert

Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)

Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)

Talks way too fast.

Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)

His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound

Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)

Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"

Would fuck Aaron

TICKLISH

Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)

[alocon]

Business As Usual - Lance Stroll

written by alocon

Summary: Lance meets a lovely business woman and decides to drop some game with the help from the community

Before you read: Fluff, Lance being nice, Lance is underrated - I do not want Lance Stroll hate here pls, Quickly written, not edited so sorry if it isn't great x, This is basically some backstory just in case I decide to turn it into a SMAU series!!

Genre: Fluff, some social media at the end

fc: Tess Holloway for profile picture, faceless blondes from Pinterest

[The Masterlist]

Business as Usual - LS18

You walked through the woods, heading towards the isolated little river that you sat by whenever you felt overwhelmed. As you approached the opening in the trees, you saw a figure, someone sat down on the rock next to the one that you normally say at. You shrugged to yourself, not really caring if someone else was there, he seemed quiet and you could still unwind. As if he could sense a presence, he turned, looking at you. You sent him a gentle smile, walking over and sitting on the rock that sat beside the one he was on.

“Do you mind? This is my spot,” he said, sounding rather frustrated at the new presence.

“Well it's my spot too, so I'm going to quietly enjoy it,” you responded, not really in the mood for another argument that day. He seemed to accept that, groaning rather dramatically before accepting it and going quiet.

You watched as the river flowed gently, the crystal-clear water meandering gracefully between rocks. You could see the pebbles below the water, laying contently on the river bed, some adorned with moss which had slowly covered more and more pebbles over time. The sound of running water and gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze subdued the loud sounds in your brain, allowing you to shut everything that you were feeling out. The fragrant scent of wildflowers and mud filled your senses as you breathed in, causing a sigh of content to leave your mouth. The natural canopy provided by the trees above allowed you to sit there calmly, shading the sun from your face and body as you watched the ripples of the water. 

You heard a gasp and sudden movement from the man sat beside you. You looked in his direction, looking into his eyes and following his eyesight to the creature that had landed by him and startled him so much. You started laughing softly. “It's not funny, don't laugh.”

“You're scared of a tiny little frog?” You asked, leaning over to pick it up. “Hi little buddy.” You spoke gently to the frog as it sat contently in your hand, bringing it up to eye level with you and looking at it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man sit back down. “Do you want to hold him?”

He was silent, so you looked up at him, seeing the anxious look in his eyes. “What if I hurt it? I don't want to do that.”

You smiled softly. “You trust me?”

He thought for a moment before gently nodding. “I guess, why?”

You signalled for him to hold out his hand, which he did, before gently moving your hand over so the frog could move onto him. You watched as his brown eyes softened, his mouth turning into a grin as he held the tiny creature in his hand. “It’s kind of cute…”

“I hope this doesn't sound weird but may I take a photo of it in your hand? Your face won't be in the picture, of course, but I like infodumping about animals, plants, buildings and history on my Instagram pages that I'm an admin on.”

“Pages, plural?”

“Yes, I have 2. One for nature and history and I have one where I post personal stuff.” He nodded, before allowing you to take some photos. You did, answering his questions about the type of frog as you took photos, him offering to take one of you holding it afterwards, which you gladly accepted. Placing your camera back in your bag after turning it off, you looked back at him as he spoke again. You placed the frog on your knee, luckily having chosen to wear shorts so your clothes weren't getting dirty from the little creature that rested contently on you. 

“Why do you come here?”

“It's… an escape.” He looked at you, his expression unreadable so you continued talking. “When everything gets too loud, when family gets overwhelming, when work is stressful, it's nice to be able to escape here and just listen to the breeze and the water, the trees. It's all just so calming. What about you?”

He nodded, understanding exactly where you came from. “Same.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

He pondered your question for a moment before he decided to explain. “Where I work… people can be quite harsh sometimes. It's like I can never do anything without people hating me. They call me a nepo baby.” He paused, chuckling bitterly. “I know that it sounds stupid, getting frustrated over it, but people always say I don't deserve my job, that the only reason I'm here is because of nepotism. It's mental.” He sighed, looking in your direction, eyes scanning you. “What about you? What's going on with you?”

“My dad, well, step dad's trying to convince me to give him my business now that it's successful. Just like handing it over to him willingly. He invited me over to ask me to willingly give up the thing I built from the ground up.”

“Really? Why would he do that?”

You lifted your hands up, making quotation marks with your hands. “Women shouldn't run businesses, they should marry, have kids and stay at home doing housework.” He snorted, thinking you were joking. “I'm serious.”

“People still think like that?” He looked confused, watching as you nodded, sighing in response to that. Unfortunately, some people were still like that. And it pissed you off a lot.

“Unfortunately, I always wondered why mama willingly gave up working despite absolutely loving her job after they got married.” You shrugged. “He won’t be getting my company though. No way in hell. He only wants it for the money.” You paused, checking your phone. “Speaking of my business. I’ve got a business meeting party thing tonight so I will have to go.”

“It was lovely meeting you.” He smiled at you as you placed the frog on the rock, picking up your tote bag and heading out. 

You went straight home, thinking that he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Sat in your hotel room, you decided to paint a bit before you headed for the business event. You wore quite a basic smart casual outfit - some white pants with a green shirt and matching blazer. Your hair was left down and you wore some basic makeup, not feeling like going over the top. 

Stepping into the venue, you sighed. This was something you didn’t love about running a business. Sure, you enjoyed the small delicacies and the free wine you got all evening, but you couldn’t stand the large handful of males who decided that you, a woman, couldn’t understand basic terminology so would spend the entire time mansplaining to you. Usually, you’d bring a friend, but being in Canada, away from your main place of residence, you didn’t really have anyone to bring. So you wandered around the venue quietly, other than stopping to say hi to people as you passed them, champagne in hand. That was until you saw a white-haired man approach you. 

He smiled, seeming rather friendly. He held out his hand. “Hi. Miss Martins, yes?” You nodded. “It's lovely to meet you, I'm Lawrence Stroll.” You shook his hand, smiling back. “Your step-father said that you're here on behalf of his business?”

You shook your head. “Martins Associates?”

“That's my business, not Anthony's,” you said, leading to a look of confusion on his face. “He's been trying to convince me to hand over my business to him willingly now it's doing well.”

“Oh, well I am very sorry if I insulted you there, dear. I genuinely had no idea.”

“No, it's perfectly fine. Has he been telling everyone this?”

Lawrence nodded. “Want me to go have words with the owner of this?”

“I’m meant to be talking later, so I’ll just bring it up then.”

You and Lawrence continued to talk, making friendly conversation. He talked a lot about his son, you realised. You didn’t mind, though. You didn’t usually know what to talk about. He explained about how his son is a Formula One driver and how he was super proud of him and how far he’s come over the years. He then looked around before waving somebody over. Your eyes turned from Lawrence to the person who was being waved over. When you glanced at the familiar man who you had spent time with earlier that day, you smiled. His face twisted from a look of boredom to one of relief, likely at someone he had noticed, someone who wasn’t an old man. “Y/N, this is my son, Lance Stroll. Lance, this is Miss Martins, she runs Martins Associates.”

“Miss Martins. It is very lovely to see you again.” Lance lifted your hand gently, placing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Please, call me Y/N, Mr Stroll.”

“Alright, and you can call me Lance, of course.” His dad excused himself so he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face. “May I get you a drink?”

The rest of the night went by pretty quickly. You had done your little talk, making it very clear at the start that you owned your business, not your step-father. You then spent the rest of your evening with your new Canadian friend, who you found out also lived in Switzerland, relatively close to you as well. However, eventually, your conversation wrapped up and you had to head home to catch your plane back.

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youruser Canada was lovely, home time now x

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mickschumacher: Hello???? The painting??????

mickschumacher: You're so talented PLEASE youruser: THANK YOU MICK!!

yourbff: You beautiful, beautiful woman. I miss you, hurry back to Switzerland xx

youruser: Of course, my love. Will come and see you as soon as I land yourbff: Thank you, darling youruser: ofc, anything for my wife x

lance_stroll: Safe travels back!! Maybe we could meet up when you're next free?

user1: Hey Lance! Thank you for fixing world hunger! user2: Lance, you amazing man, remember when you picked up that bus with your bare hands to stop it from hitting me? Thanks for that, buddy, you're a real one user3: Lance, thank you for landing my airplane safely that one time. estebanocon: Bonjour Lance, thank you for saving my cat from being abducted by aliens that one time!!! -175 more comments-

youruser: Oh my lord what is going on in my comments 😭

youruser: also @ lance_stroll, message me and we will plan something.

lance_stroll: Yes ma'am, will do x user1: HE DID IT! OUR BOY ACTUALLY DID IT landonorris: LETSGOOOO

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📍 Montreal, Canada

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habitatsandhistory: Today, we stumbled across a pseudacris crucifer, known more commonly as a Spring Peeper! These small tree frogs from the Hylidae family are found in woodland areas of the Eastern states of the USA and Canada. They are usually grey, tan or olive brown with an x-shaped, often irregular, brown mark on it's back. They grow to a length of between 2.5 and 3 cm in size!

This little guy was found by the river on slide 5, when it jumped up onto a nearby rock and I couldn't resist getting a photo of it! Feel free to follow for more history and nature facts!

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lance_stroll: Wowwww who's hand is that in the second photo? Must be someone pretty cool

youruser: They were alright, I guess. Not as cool as the person in the first photo

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Hi All, Next chapter of MV1 will hopefully be out in the next week, I have had some writers block though so my apologies for that. Hope you're all well. Here is a Lance story, it is unedited tho so pls give feedback. I used tweetgen for the tweets and used canva to make the instagram page and post Have a lovely day x Alocon

[stephdragonness]

❤️‍🩹 - healing.

"steph had return to wumpa islands after she needed brake go back to dragon realms, when she came to lair to find out the Doctor pulled something with a scheme to get rid bandicoots, something to do with disguising as a a mail man and plant a bomb in there letter box, well it backfired."

"she was angry and upset see him really banged up from it. she threaten the doctor when he healed up she make sure she will tape him down to the bed to stop him from doing anything get himself hurt again... its her own way she cared for the doc by threatening him with ways she keep him strapped to bed he moved and insulting him being himself."

"having play nurse now for the doc, using her knowledge healing magic she help ease the pain, the dr cortex just took the insults she gave him everyday him doing something stupid."

"it all wasn't unpleasant time to nurse the doctor back to health, he enjoyed the attention."

ReDrawed a old art piece. https://www.deviantart.com/stephdragonness/art/CB-Little-Tender-Care-418096163 ©ToyForBob©Beenox©Activision© Crash Bandicoot Doctor Neo Cortex ©OC/FC/ART©StephDragonness© Tools~ClipStudioPaint|X-Do Not Steal/Trace/Repost my Art-X| https://stephdragonness.carrd.co/ Links to my Other Medias

[pointyhatspointyears]

Bout-time-for-a-pinned Pinned

Hello there. You can call me Pointy or Yasumi. (She/her)

This is both a character blog for Yasumi the lala witch, and a general gaming blog for everything FFXIV, Dragon Age or Mihoyo.

I have an FC of OCs with my partner and most of my posts are different OCs of mine simping over different OCs of hers. You won't see much OC x Canon stuff here.

Not spoiler-free, but I try to tag spoilers. Feel free to let me know if I forget to.

Runs on a shuffled queue.

I follow from my non-gaming related main, and reblog to either @eorzeanadventures for vanilla stuff or here for modded stuff and non-ffxiv related games.

Occasionally NSFW but not very explicit. Minors DNI. Will tag with #nsfw or #nsfw gpose

This blog supports and encourages cringe. If you're allergic to cringe keep yourself safe and stay away.

OOC: I play on Chaos (Europe timezone) so sorry in advance for the weird hours (and broken English)

WCIF? my lala isn't visually modded all that heavily aside from a body replacement and a C+ template. But do feel free to DM me if you see anything you like or have any questions on using posing tools.

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Common tags:

My gposes: for all my own gposes, vanilla or modded

House of Beans: Everything related to our FC characters, gpose, comic, art, writing or otherwise.

Bean GIFs: all my own gifs

Bean comics: all the comics I create with gpose

OC Prompts: for questions, memes or prompts started by others

Pointy Ears: Everything I reblog to do with elves, elezen & lalafells

Pointy Hats: Everything I reblog to do with magic & witches

Stars: STARS, man. They're pretty.

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Character tags:

My OCs:

Yasumi: my main lalafell. Appears to be in her 30-40's but is allegedly 69 years old. Astrologian who lives in a cave under her own plot in the Lavender Beds and is rarely seen.

Gabriel (@eukrasiancrisis): The Ishgardian prig who bought her house, used as a front. Besties with her wife, to her chagrin. He talks a lot and says little. But his astrological chart is the only one Yasu has trouble reading other than her wife's, so she keeps him around out of curiosity. For science.

Theneras: Ex- Dreamer of Everlasting Dark from the First with a shameless amount of Dragon Age references

Goose (@goose-ffxiv): That loud Limsan butch who keeps visiting and making all sorts of noise. Besties with sister-in-law, so Yasu tolerates her. She's more fun than the elezen, at least.

Not my OCs:

Yuusei (@pocketyoukai): Yasumi's wife and saving grace. Our household's favorite smith & friendly neighbor who moved over from Kugane. Older sister of Yuuko. Has a family of spriggans.

Fyrstyrm (@fyrstyrm): Yasumi's gardener and probably the only person other than Yuusei she's completely comfortable around and trusts with her home and plants.

Yuuko: The little lady of the house & adopted daughter of Fyrstyrm & Gabriel

Amalthea: Yuuko's miqo'te friend who occasionally visits that Yasu detected some pretty strong ass aether with. She seems to have the echo. Not someone she's comfortable having around for too long.

[arkanah]

Kwon Ahin was born in the outskirts of Jeonju, South Korea. His parents were farmers, and he lived out, from the outside, a picturesque childhood in the rural parts of the city. Ahin was homeschooled by his parents, who in reality were stiflingly strict, not allowing him to leave the farm unattended, watch television, play video games or listen to music. To entertain himself, Ahin turned to art and writing stories; however, through exposure at school, Ahin would become particularly fascinated with music, and soon began writing songs instead.

When Ahin was fifteen, he danced to Candy by H.O.T with his friends at a school festival. The video was uploaded to YouTube, and seen by chance by a talent scout at Valentine Records. After months of convincing, Ahin was allowed to sign to the label, though he has not kept the support of his parents and has since fallen out of contact with them. Ahin had no trouble fitting in with the other trainees at Valentine Records, quickly proving himself popular among trainees and staff alike. As the oldest among Valentine's fourth generation groups, Ahin is seen as a dependable figure by his peers at the label, looked to as a leader even by members of the other groups.

Thanks to his rural upbringing and vocal ticks, and his friendly, open personality, Ahin has maintained a boy-next-door image since his debut as the leader of Tarot, often promoted as a Good Man, with his reliability and good manners constantly pushed by the label. Ahin has also been active as a producer and songwriter since he was a trainee; one of the few members of Valentine Records' production teams to consistently be allowed to work with artists outside of the label. Alongside Junjie, Harin of Sour Candy and Gain of Medusa, Ahin is considered one of Valentine's 'favourites' by fans.

PREDICTION : what kind of a moron builds a throne on top of Fortuna's wheel? well, i suppose you'll have a nice view until she takes her next spin.

NAME : Kwon Ahin. BIRTHDAY : August 6 1996. ZODIAC : Leo. NATIONALITY : South Korean HOMETOWN : Jeonju, South Korea. POSITION : Leader, Lead Vocalist. ARCANA : Wheel of Fortune. FC : Ong Seongwu.

Yoon Yongguk was born in Busan, South Korea, though moved to Seoul in 2005, following the divorce of his parents. From then, he was raised by his mother, an office worker who could not afford to spend much time out of the office if she wanted to continue to support them. Very shortly after his parent's divorce, Yongguk lost contact with his father, who had been quick to find a new girlfriend. This planted a seed of resentment in Yongguk that he would begin to take out on his classmates, and by high school had settled into comfortable delinquency.

At seventeen, Yongguk was scouted by one of Valentine Records' talent scouts while smoking by the gates of his school. He attended the audition solely because the scout had threatened to report him to the school if he did not. Regardless of a complete lack of skill in singing, dancing, nor rapping, Yongguk was accepted into the label based on looks alone, and by the skin of his teeth was one of fourteen trainees to be selected for the Debut Team project; miraculously sorted into Team A while tens of his peers, all far more talented than him, were dropped from the label with no second chance. Although it's easy enough to believe that Valentine Records really were shallow enough to value Yongguk's appearance over everything else about him being unfit to debut, speculation among former trainees always carry the same trend; Yoo Seobin has some kind of soft spot for Yongguk, as if Yongguk reminds him of his younger self. Although this preference hasn't translated into career gain the way it might have for Ahin, Junjie, Harin and Gain, it's always been clear that there's some kind of odd bond between Yongguk and the label's CEO.

As a member of Tarot, things for Yongguk have been fine. That's kind of it. He's there to look pretty, which he knows and does well, without any of the need for approval of Junjie or the desperation for more of Jorden. He takes what he's given and does his job, bows at all the right people, smiles for the cameras, and manages to entertain just enough, but never actually give anyone anything to wonder about. He enjoys the benefits of his hit songs while standing in the back, not singing any of the hard parts, more than happy to let the others play their war games for all the attention. He'll ride their coattails as long as he can, and as of right now, things are fine. Eerily fine, like far more fine than things should ever have been able to get. He searches his name every night and never finds any of his old yearbook pictures next to lists of all the horrible things he's said and done, even though he knows it's coming and it's long overdue. He just waits.

PREDICTION : what's done to you is done to others, and those others do it to even more, and the next others do it to you again. over and over and over, until everything has been devoured.

NAME : Yoon Yongguk. BIRTHDAY : April 24 1998. ZODIAC : Taurus. NATIONALITY : South Korean. HOMETOWN : Seoul, South Korea. POSITION : Vocalist, Sub-Rapper. ARCANA : The Magician. FC : Kim Jiwoong.

Tachikawa Tetsuo was born in Shinjuku in 1998. His father is a prominent figure in the religious community of his hometown, and Tetsuo was brought up in a devout Catholic household. Through church, Tetsuo developed and maintained a love of singing, particularly hymns, and began dreaming of becoming an idol. His father, however, took offense to many aspects of the idol industry, and forbid Tetsuo from even entertaining the idea. Tetsuo's childhood was characterised by extreme restriction, regulation, and punishment, and he has opened up very little about it, even to those closest to him. Since moving to South Korea, he has lost contact with his entire family, and is not welcome home.

In 2017, a nineteen year old Tetsuo arrived in Seoul, and began taking every audition he could find, and sending audition tapes to every single label he could find an email for, sleeping in bathhouses and on the subway for two weeks before being scouted by random for Valentine Records on the street. Tetsuo saw this as a sign from god, and after facing rejection at his initial audition, maintained determination that he was meant to sign to Valentine. Tetsuo waited outside the Valentine building for twelve hours in order to personally hand CEO Yoo Seobin a USB tape with his audition on it, and was signed to the label before the end of the week.

Tetsuo is a beloved member of Tarot, best known for his gentle and sunny demeanour, positive outlook on life, and hauntingly beautiful vocals. Tetsuo has mentioned sometimes struggling with the themes of Tarot's music, and some of their styling/visuals due to his upbringing, but embraces this discomfort as he believes he has a lot still to learn about the world. Due to many fans exaggerating Tetsuo's personality as being far more innocent, naïve and 'pure' than he ever actually presents, a distaste for him has bred throughout the industry; because on the flipside, it's an open secret among industry insiders that Tetsuo is gay and notoriously easy to get into bed, and the disparity between the two translates to obnoxious fakeness to many; after all, is that really how a good, god-fearing man would behave?

PREDICTION : most young kings get their heads cut off.

NAME : Tachikawa Tetsuo. BIRTHDAY : November 2 1998. ZODIAC : Scorpio. NATIONALITY : Japanese. HOMETOWN : Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan. POSITION : Main Vocalist. ARCANA : The Emperor. FC : Maeda Kentaro.

Zhang Junjie is the heir to one of the biggest tech companies in the world. Born the eldest of two twins in the winter of 1998, Junjie spent the early years of his life in Shanghai, but moved to London, England, alongside his sister and mother, at five years old to go to school there. As a teenager, Junjie attended a prestigious all-boys private boarding school, where he was a choir member and received classical vocal training. Extremely studious and determined to excel, Junjie also had a spot on the school's debate team, student council, cricket team, and as an extracurricular trained in traditional Chinese dance.

In 2016, it became headline news that Junjie, alongside his twin sister, Zhang Shiyu, had signed as trainees to Valentine Records, making them the company's highest profile trainees. As heirs to one of the biggest conglomerates in east Asia, their entry into the k-pop industry was controversial for some, considering the twins to be buying their way into one of the biggest labels in the industry on a whim; and these allegations of gross nepotism wouldn't cool down until years label, when Shiyu was unceremoniously dropped from the label upon the revelation of her relationship with fellow trainee, Jung Jumin.

Although Junjie is still openly a product of nepotism, the shameful and callous handling of Shiyu's scandal won her public sympathy, and in turn, some of that rubbed off onto him as well. Since his debut in 2018, Junjie's exceptional vocal ability, as well as his status as a kind of a musical prodigy has allowed him to prove his worth and his spot in Tarot. Junjie is fiercely beloved by his Chinese fans, who have a reputation for mass-purchasing anything he attaches his name to and not playing games when it comes to his good name. As the most front-and-centre member of Tarot, being involved in the writing and production of the majority of their music, and just a Valentine Records idol in general, Junjie boasts a formidable fanbase within South Korea as well, although he's often subject to criticism in the way he distributes lines among the group members. Junjie has also garnered notoriety for being brutally candid and outspoken, leading to an ongoing public feud with rock singer Jung Kitae, which has severely effected his reputation. (Not his record sales, though.)

PREDICTION : what use is it to feel one thing and perform another? you're backwards. born backwards. you're the wrong half.

NAME : Zhang Junjie. BIRTHDAY : December 28th 1998. ZODIAC : Cancer. NATIONALITY : Chinese. HOMETOWN : Shanghai, China. POSITION : Main Vocalist, Main Dancer, Face of the Group. ARCANA : The Lovers. FC : Zhang Hao.

Jorden Kim was born in Daytona Beach, Florida, to a lawyer father and a psychiatrist mother. Jorden lived an untroubled, upper-middle class life- he got decent grades, was popular amongst his classmates, was a good enough dancer that he didn't get made fun of for taking dance lessons, and spent most of his teenage years getting high in cars or drunk at house parties. From an early age, thanks to the influence of his older sister, Jayne, Jorden has harboured a love of K-Pop, but kept this interest to himself for fear of ridicule from his friends. Other than his unflinching resolve that Hwayoung of Saint Valentine was the hottest celebrity, none of Jorden's friends would have had any reason to suspect he had any more than passing knowledge of K-pop, and so when he just vanished one day in 2018, it hadn't crossed any of their minds that he'd passed an open audition held by Valentine Records and had run off to Korea with no goodbyes.

Upon arriving in South Korea, Jorden would find his life starkly turned on his head. Added into what was then known as 'Debut Team A,' at the very last minute, Jorden's suggestions of 'getting wasted' during self-directed practice and innocent inquiries on where to buy weed didn't sit well with many of his fellow trainees, many of whom had poured their entire youths into reaching the opportunity that Jorden had seemingly wandered into. As such, Jorden's trainee life at Valentine Records would be notably solitary, with his debut team members Yongguk and Junjie acting especially unkind towards him, often abusing his position as maknae and lack of knowledge of the culture to have him wait on them hand and foot. After intervention from Ahin, Jorden and Yongguk found common ground; however the incident cemented Junjie's dislike for Jorden, with their relationship continuing to worsen to this day.

As a member of Tarot, Jorden is often disregarded as a 'spare part,' referred to as the pinnacle of an unnecessary member. It's rare for Jorden to get a substantial part in any Tarot song, and it's not hard for his fans to notice that their songs seem to purposefully meander away from any of his strengths, never choreography heavy (even when they might benefit from being so) and extremely reluctant to ever include rap segments for more than a few bars. In spite of his lack of musical contribution (and whether you believe it's of his own volition or not) Jorden has managed to keep himself steady at the mid-point of popularity rankings thanks to his work outside of Tarot, particularly his acting career, which kicked off in 2020 when he was requested by director Noh Kangsun to audition for the lead role in queer movie Curtains, which earned him a nomination for Best New Actor at the 41st Blue Dragon Film Awards. Since then, he has appeared in a handful of films and dramas, consistently praised as a strong actor. In 2021, Jorden was the first Valentine act to attend the MET Gala, to which he infamously wore jeans.

PREDICTION : better to reign in hell, and all that. have you read paradise lost, jorden? of course not.

NAME : Jorden Kim. BIRTHDAY : May 21 2000. ZODIAC : Leo. NATIONALITY : Korean-American. HOMETOWN : Daytona Beach, FL, USA. POSITION : Rapper, Lead Dancer, Maknae. ARCANA : The Devil. FC : Kim Sunwoo.

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Oops! Back on my MMFC Bullshit! Leaned into the Crash inspo so the fusion of Burner and him took his name. Wasn't satisfied with it to begin with. Also, Plant is here now

[marsmarauders]

Mars's Marauders - Part 2

Peter Pettigrew

(Photos: Pinterest. FC: Lewis Capaldi <3)

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Full Name: Peter William Pettigrew

Birthday: April 13th, 1960

Nationality: 🇬🇧

Place: Nottingham

Heritage: 🇮🇪/🇬🇧 (His dad was born and raised in Ireland).

House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: Pureblood

Patronus: Rat

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Peter's background is really important to me since I've had it in my head since the beginning. He grew up with only his dad, and is incredibly close with him, but due to his mother's absence, he always felt like he was missing something. He longs for that kind of care from his friends, particularly the girls (Alice, Mary, Lily, etc). Not in a romantic way, but in a platonic, nurturing way.

He loves to wear polos and sweaters. He has one of those sheepskin bomber jackets that he wears to every party. He wears derby shoes everywhere. He also wears funky socks. His favorite pair has frogs on it!

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Songs that remind me of him!: Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? (Taylor Swift), Antidote (Chloe Ament), and Little Lion Man (Mumford and Sons).

Favorite Artists (Time Accurate): Elton John, Fleetwood Mac, The Beach Boys.

Favorite Artists (Modern AU): Alec Benjamin, Cavetown, Phoebe Bridgers, Mitski, Ricky Montgomery, Clairo.

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My Headcanons <3

- His electives are care of magical creatures and divination.

- Peter is 110% a procrastinator when it comes to schoolwork. He’s the one in the group who waits until the night-of to do his part of the project.

- He loves animals, especially any kind of bug or amphibian.

- Chess master.

- He has a toad. His name is Mortimer. Fight me.

- Peter loves quidditch, however he has a massive fear of heights, so instead he enjoys it from the stands alongside Remus.

- His favorite quidditch team is the Kenmare Kestrels. :)

- I think Peter feels inferior to his other friends a lot of the time. He’s never been as smart and academic as Remus, never been as headstrong and athletic as James, never been as funny and talented as Sirius, and it just makes him feel useless and unneeded. Over time, he begins to resent them for this :(

- Peter took flute lessons growing up. Argue with the wall.

- His karaoke song is "Bennie and the Jets" by Elton John.

- His favorite color is green.

- Peter's bed is next to a window, and it is covered in plants. He's named all of them something that starts with P. Some of the most notable names are Prince, Pedro, and Patrcia.

- One time he asked Lily what he should name a fern and she responded with "Anything but Petunia." (That plant ended up with the name Paddington).

- Before you ask... yes he has a plant named after James. (It's Potter the prayer plant). James cried when he showed him. (He keeps a lily next to it because he is the number 1 Jily shipper).

- He sleeps with socks on.

- His father takes him to Ireland every summer!

- He loves sushi. It's one of his favorite foods.

- Whenever someone calls him 'Pete' it makes him super giddy and happy. He just really likes that nickname!

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Thank you for reading <3 Have a wonderful day/afternoon/night, wherever you are!

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Healing Hearts PT. 14 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

A/N: I’m back and survived my exams!! (for now). Enjoy reading loves!

WC: 3.672

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I drag the eyeliner towards the outer corner of my eye, trying to hold my hand steady as my playlist echoes throughout the bathroom. Finishing my eyeliner, I lean back and observe my eye make up, humming in satisfaction as I grab my lip products. I absolutely loved getting ready, the excitement of listening to my favorite songs while practically creating art on my face, paired with a nice drink never failed to put me in a good mood.

Virgil had told me to get ready for a date. Only giving me the hint of it being a "nice" place.

So, I grabbed the prettiest outfit I had managed to pack. A white satin dress, the long sleeves decorated with small embellishments. I was going to choose a mini-dress, but decided to go for something more safe and still classy, considering the weather. The cherry red kitten heels Virgil had gotten me back in Liverpool dressing up the outfit just right, along with a nice bag I had thankfully packed with me.

My tranquil state is interrupted by Virgil's deep, but comforting voice calling from the door of the bathroom. I whip my head around, replying with a 'Yeah, come in!' and return back to putting my jewelry on.

He pushes the door open, walking up to me as I struggle to put on my gold necklace.

"Need help?" He asks, his hands coming up to my hands.

I hum, his hands grazing mine as I hand him the necklace. He latches the clasp quickly and I turn to face him. Checking out his outfit.

His black trousers, just the right amount of baggy, not too much and not those ugly tight trousers some men willingly decide to wear. His top what I assume, a cashmere sweater. The Audemars Piguet watch completing the look perfectly. I had seen that brand of watches on my ex- all the damn time, but seeing Virgil wearing it made the watch look about ten times better.

"You look nice." I tell him, watching the corners of him lips curl up in a smirk. He leans forward, planting a kiss above my ear, knowing I didn't want to mess up my make up immediately.

"You too." He whispers, close to my ear making my own lips curl up in a smile. I turn away, grabbing my bag.

"Can we go now? I'm dying out of curiosity."

"Car will be here in five minutes. Let's go."

I hold onto Virgil's hand as we step into the elevator. Slightly tense, because I hadn't stopped thinking of running into my ex- in the elevator, the lobby, even the grocery store down the street, even though I knew that man would never enter a grocery store. Delivery was his only solution to life.

I watch the digital number of the elevator change. I knew the elevator would go slow until level fifty, then practically flash through the rest of the levels.

Though, my heart practically stops beating as the elevator announces a stop at level fifty. My body tenses immediately, my grip on Virgil's hand tightening unbeknownst to me. The elevator doors open, the sudden imaginary feeling of my heart jumping out of chest making me tense up even more. I watch the doors open, squinting out of fear and anxiety, only for an older man to step in, literally looking nothing like my ex- or anyone I knew whatsoever.

I notice Virgil's facial expression, his eyebrows low and scrunched together as he literally almost witnessed me wanting to jump out of this elevator. 'Something wrong?' he mouths, nudging me. I glance at him, trying to change my facial expression and shaking my head and mouthing a 'No, I'm okay'. Hoping it would make me look less... crazy.

He doesn't look entirely convinced, but I dismiss his stare, squeezing his hand reassuringly as I watch the elevator finally arrive at the final level.

We arrive at the restaurant after a short car ride. Virgil leading me into the restaurant quickly as the weather had been increasingly getting colder, the strong wind blowing past us, making us look somewhat disheveled.

I observe the interior immediately, the dark wood complimented nicely with neutral colors. A man greets us instantly, his eyes wide and the biggest smile on his face as he looks at us. Making me want to crack a smile back, people who worked in customer service were amazing. Being able to greet and help every single customer warmly wasn't easy, especially on bad days.

I also had a costumer service job when I was about sixteen. I had to, my dad forcing me to work for the experience and my mom wanting me to socialize more outside of school. Safe to say I lasted six months before I was out that job. Was it my fault people were so mean to me? I was a cashier, just trying to my job after all.

We follow the waiter, walking past other tables and being lead into a- private dinning room?

I eye Virgil as the waiter asks for our coats, unbuttoning it and handing it to him. He said 'nice', but not private dinning nice?!

I glance at the wall, a two Michelin star plaque on the wall, making me want to drop my jaw.

The waiter tells us about the- nicely detailed menu curtly, leaving shortly after, as I stare at Virgil with raised brows.

"What? I said 'nice'. This is nice." He answers, he tries to sound innocent, but the cocky expression and undertone doesn't really help his case whatsoever.

I open my mouth to protest, but he's first.

"You've said that you don't want people finding out about us just yet- so I thought- where can we go so you feel comfortable and safe." He answers, his hand coming to rest on top of my slightly cold one.

"Oh-"

So, I just got a little mad at- him wanting me to be comfortable? I sounded insanely ungrateful- tragically ungrateful.

"Just stop thinking of anything. Only think of me, us."

"Yeah, I love all types of cuisine. Italian is definitely in the top five, but have you tried Indian food?" I ask, watching him take a sip of his drink and shake his head.

"One of my best friends is Indian, and she used to make the best food back university. Though, once- during exam week. It was like two in the morning and what do university students do? Study until late and get hungry." I continue, seeing his eyes focused on me intently as a smile makes it way to his lips.

"Basically- we were so sleep deprived that we left the stove on, the food was insanely good obviously- but when I returned to the kitchen, the stove was on fire." I watch his eyes widen slightly a concerned look in his eyes.

"But- I had taken a fire safety course like a month before that- because my dad insisted- so I put out the fire, but it literally saved our lives." I say dramatically, bragging to him about my past heroic act.

"Did you get hurt?" He asks.

I hum a little before answering. 

"Like a little? I burnt my arm, like here." I say, pulling up my sleeve, showing him the fading scar in the inside of my arm. "You can't see it unless I point it out though."

He reaches over, running his thumb on the scar for a moment and looking back at me.

"Did you only get in trouble in university or?" He asks, a smile on his face.

"No, I obviously did my best! I wouldn't be here if I didn't, no?" I retort playfully, collecting the last bites of my caramel soufflé the waiter had recommended mend after I had stared at the menu for a concerning amount of time.

"You're right, doctor." He answers, a chuckle leaving his lips.

I excuse myself to the bathroom a while later, grabbing my bag and stepping out of the private room quickly. The private room was facing the rest of the restaurant. I had to take a left turn to get to the bathroom, which meant I did have to walk past- almost everyone in the restaurant. Smiling curtly at another waitress, I turn, trying to hold my gaze on to the floor- just in case.

Though, not before catching a way too familiar mop of dark blonde hair.

My eyes widen immediately, taking a double take before launching myself into the ladies' restroom. Thankful for the fancy restaurant having single restrooms, only for one individual at a time. I close the door quickly, my chest heaving as I realize my worst nightmare of these past few days had come true. Theo and me, were in the same restaurant. Seems like all of my worrying had eventually manifested into reality and I didn't know how to handle it.

I close my eyes, trying to calm myself down, but my clammy hands and racing thoughts don't help. It's like a heavy blanket thrown over my head- suffocating. I walk over to the sink, hoping the cold water can ground me mentally.

Splashing the water on my hands and carefully around my neck, helping to some extent. Trying to come up with some kind of 'game plan' of how I would get back to Virgil without my crazy ex recognizing me.

Okay- so, he's sitting facing my way- he had a date? From the back and side profile it was obviously a woman, her dark hair in intricate coils. I couldn't lie, she was drop dead gorgeous, but the fact that she was sitting across that heinous man made me feel bad for her.

I wash my hands again, touching up my make up quickly-because even in distress I wanted to look good in case they would find me dead over here from panic. I take a deep breath, swinging open the restroom door, the sight of that exact same girl startling me. She gives me a smile, one that I struggle to reciprocate before I hurry and get back into the private room, pretending to be way too interested with the paintings on the wall to my right.

"Ready to go?" I ask immediately as I enter the room. Virgil already standing up with my brown coat in his hand. Assuming he'd paid the bill already.

"I am, come here." He gestures, holding out the coat for me to put on.

"Thank you." I say, slipping the coat on and buttoning some of the middle buttons. Grabbing my scarf that's on my chair and wrapping it around my neck, intentionally covering the bottom half of my face.

"Come on it's not that cold." I hear Virgil say, but I shake my head.

"It is, come on let's go!" I grab his hand, ushering him and wanting walking out of the restaurant, into the car. We bid the staff farewell quickly, thanking them for their service. I keep my gaze away from the inside of the restaurant as we step outside, into the freezing cold weather.

"Turn the volume up!" Liz yells through the already loud music. The loud bass of 'Cocky AF' by Megan Thee Stallion blasting through the car speakers. All of us singing along, we were getting way to hyped for a football game, but that didn't matter as long as we had fun.

It was getting dark outside, the streets busy and many people dressed in Dutch and French kits. All of us were also dressed in our own kits, and of course mine was Virgil's.

It was match day, The Netherlands against France for the EURO qualifiers, and we were excited. I couldn't wait to be in the Johan Cruijf stadium. After all, it was one of the places I had built up my experiences and knowledge at, making me the professional I was today.

We finally arrive in the VIP parking garage, all of us stepping out the car. I grab the VIP lanyards out of my bag, handing all the girls one, and making our way into the lounge.

I do recognize some people, half awkwardly greeting them and answering their question as to what I was doing there. 'Invited by a friend' was my go to at this point. We decide to grab our snacks and make our way to our seats. The stadium fully packed from people all over the country - not to mention those that traveled all the way here to watch this game. I grab my phone, taking a picture and sending it to Virgil.

He responds with a picture of his own, it's him in his fully orange kit. I angle my phone and hide it as I fight the urge to swoon right then and there and respond with a 'good luck' and turn off my phone. Knowing it was close to game time. I pull my coat closer to my body, as the temperature had dropped slightly. Though, I so desperately wanted to take it off as my shirt couldn’t be seen, making me feel a little sad.

"Give me your phone." I hear Monet say.

"For what?" I ask her, furrowing my brows.

"For pictures of course. Do you want to be the WAG without cool pictures?" She asks and I roll my eyes before handing her my phone. I wouldn’t post them, at least not now. Maybe later when I got used to this and everything that comes with it.

After taking about a thousand pictures of each other and together, we hear announcements through the stadium speakers.

The players and staff make their way onto the pitch. My eyes only focus on Virgil, our eyes connecting as he finally finds me, a smile on his face as I wave for a moment.

I can hear my friends making fun of me and swoon. Which prompts me to shove them. We acted like middle schoolers sometimes.

"This reminds me of the past." I hear Jul say and I look at her.

"When? When I dated that piece of shit or when you dated that one guy that couldn't secure the first team position or any position, but bragged about being a football player?" I ask her, laughing at our ridiculous past partners.

"At least we're free of them." She says, patting my back sweetly and I hug her, being thankful for my friends. If only she knew.

The entire stadium erupts in both angry and happy shouting matches as Hartman scores the first goal for The Netherlands at the 84th minute. We are all hopeful for the next minutes, still bitter when thinking of the cancelled goal, but sadly it doesn't go so well and the match ends 2-1 for France. I felt awful for Virgil, the defeated look on his face making me feel for him.

You would think our team had a curse against the French team, always playing against them in crucial games, and sadly they just seem to hit the back of that net more often than our team. The only thing that could cheer me up, was knowing at least Ibou was doing well, couldn't be mad at that of course.

"I hate France!" I hear Jul say defeated. I turn towards her, giving her a skeptical look.

"Aren't you there like every month? You literally are part French. Will you stop going there now?" I say, laughing at her.

"Of course not." She mumbles and I laugh harder, deciding to stand up and go back into the lounge.

I urge the girls to head home already. I would drive back with Virgil anyways and didn't want them to wait.

After sitting and mingling with other individuals there I hear my phone ring, pulling it out of my pocket and checking it, realizing Virgil must be done with his interviews.

"Yeah?" I answer, saying goodbye to the people there and stepping out of the lounge. Making my way into the parking lot. I walk down the stairs, the parking lot still full with cars as I notice Virgil.

I make a short leap towards him, pulling him into a hopefully, comforting hug.

"You okay?" I ask him, feeling his arm wrap around my back.

To be fully honest, I didn't know how to comfort him. I wouldn't want make him feel anymore dissatisfied than he probably already was. The French football team is unarguably one of the best in the world, and even getting to play a 2-1 against them was already a great achievement.

I pat his shoulder, pulling away and holding my hand out.

"Let me drive yeah? I haven't had any alcoholic drinks. You should rest."

I grab the two big cups of warm honey tea, walking over to a freshly showered Virgil and handing a cup to him.

"Here- it'll warm you up." I say, placing my cup onto the coffee table and joining him on the sofa.

"Thanks." He mumbles, placing his own cup on the coffee table after taking a sip.

I observe him carefully, adjusting the blanket resting on our laps.

"You guys got yelled at by Koeman?"

He nods, leaning down and placing his head on my lap, his face pressed against my thigh. He looked insanely disappointed. I guess doing this work makes you pretend you're alright for the cameras and your teammates. Having to be upset in your own home instead.

“Any injuries? Feeling any pain?” I ask, feeling him shake his head.

I hum, running my fingers on his nape. The smell of fresh soap and laundry detergent filling my senses.

"You all tried your best and that's honestly all that matters. You’ll be able go to Germany next year. See, you guys train and practice all the time. Besides if that one goal was counted instead of being canceled after being checked by VAR it would've ended a tie." I whisper, hearing his breathing become slower.

"When are you guys leaving for Greece?"

"Tomorrow night." He mumbles, his voice thick with exhaustion and deeper than ever.

"I'll leave for Greece on the 15th, promise you'll visit my hotel after the match?" I ask, though the only thing I hear are soft snores.

The stadium erupts in protest after The Netherlands gets awarded a penalty. The sold out stadium of almost 25.000 people collectively creating a loud noise, as I watch it all unfold. The Dutch team shortly discusses who would take the penalty. I watch them with much anticipation and anxiety. No goals so far during this entire game, leaving the fate of this match possibly be decided by this penalty. Especially since we already were in extra time.

This goal could be a deciding factor for a second place in the table as well, making this more exiting as I watch Virgil hold the ball in his arms.

The Dutch supporters side erupts in cheers as we all watch Virgil place the ball down. He takes a deep breath, and it's like my ears work faster than my eyes as I hear loud cheers from my side. The ball hits the right side of the net as Vlachodimos dives to the left of the net.

Virgil does his signature celebration as the players run after him. I jump up along with the supporters next to me, cheering with these complete strangers like we were my lifelong friends.

We try to calm down a bit, watching the last couple minutes of the game. Another quick VAR check turning into a red card for Poyet, the coach of Greece as we watch in astonishment. The last few minutes were very intense and nerve wracking. Thankfully, it ends with a 1-0 for us as we all cheer. Though, I couldn't lie and I say that I didn't feel bad for cheering a little to hard when Virgil scored, Tsimikas was his opponent after all.

I watch the Dutch team walk along the away supporters side, clapping and cheering from happiness and appreciation. Virgil making eye contact with me, winking quickly. He was making it really difficult for me to not jump over the barrier and give him the biggest kiss ever. The look he gave me- along with the captain band on his arm enough to make me go feral.

I blow him a kiss, signaling him of my leave as I quickly make my way out of the stadium. One thing I had learnt was that the exit would get insanely busy if you didn't leave early.

I walk up to the car Virgil had arranged for me for this short trip. Greeting the driver, putting seat belt on and making small talk with him until he dropped me off at my hotel. I tip him, wishing him a good night before getting out of the car and walking up to my hotel room.

I lay down on my bed after freshening up, grabbing my phone out of my bag as I search for the live after match interview Virgil always did as captain, and click on the video.

The sight of my boyfriend looking so good nearly making me melt as I watch the interview.

Honestly, only focusing on his eyes, before my trance is interrupted by a text message from Priya.

"Hey, girl. Is this blind item about you?"

I furrow my brows, clicking onto the notification and opening the link she'd sent me.

'The athlete and the Doctor.'

'A certain A list Premiere League football player was seen with a pretty girl on his arm a couple nights ago. Sources say the girl with a title of "Dr" who has history of dating a certain billionaire heir, was the player's choice of date, the night before an important match for the athlete. He seems to want to keep it under wraps, since sources say they dined in a private room of a two Michelin star restaurant.'

'(NOT REVEALED 17:38 16-10-23)'

There's no fucking way-

[marsconer]

the very long draft of the atla prequel fic i’ll never write

- title idea: oh, brother were art thou ?

- focuses on : iroh and ozai’s dynamic from childhood to the day he marries ursa. includes extras and dives into the fire nation royal family dynamic but it’s mostly about those two.

- inspirations: cain and abel’s story, the ballad of songbirds and snakes.

- characters included: iroh, ozai, azulon, the firelady ilah, ursa, iroh’s wife, ozai’s mistress. ( they will be named )

- characterizations :

iroh — sometimes we forget that iroh was the general. the warrior. the brother most familiar with blood and violent. iroh’s characterization should not shy away from that but also keep a core of goodness and questioning. he’s the one who should have a more reflexive internal monologue. it should be a growing difference between what he believes is right and what he actually does to the point where it breaks. the breaking point will not be part of the fic but it should be seeds planted yk? inspirations : regulus black, jaime lannister / faceclaim ideas : remy hii

ozai — the make or break character and the easiest to screw up ( i think ), too evil and the heart of the story is gone and iroh just looks stupid for loving his evil brother, not evil enough and it’s not ozai. his arc is not a corruption arc but the story of a man realizing he can get away with any atrocious act he decides to commit, his internal monologue lacks the reflexive nature of iroh’s, ozai never pounders on the right and wrong of an act only on how that could benefit him. as the brother who stayed home, ozai’s battle is mostly weeding out plots and schemes, of court drama and seizing power. inspirations: coriolanus snow, tom riddle, fc ideas: sebastian amoruso ( i know he played jet stfu ), dylan wang

firelord azulon — an absent father, i don’t care how his reign was, he is the definition of trying to rule with only force and falling ( being disliked by both high rankings and the people ), hard power ! he’s more of representation of a fire nation that looks down on weakness ( non-benders, women, children ) inspiration: tywin lannister

firelady ilah — a cruel mother who loves power but can possess none because she’s a woman so she tries to teach her sons her form of strength, manipulations, secrets, blackmail, iroh had more aptitude but he was azulon’s general so she had to make do with ozai ( who refuses to learn but will eventually ), she’s the bitterness of a fascist woman in a fascist man’s world. she’s frustrated in all ways possible and that bitterness turns to wickedness. inspirations: alicent hightower if she was like her haters think she is, morgana, walburga black. fc ideas: michelle yeoh

lady ursa — poor lady ursa, i haven’t read to comics and i don’t buy they are cannon so here’s my characterization of the pookiest of pookies. lady ursa was the daughter of important people, think courtiers, who never really wanted a child, ursa was also raised in palace along with many other high borns. she was also younger than ozai and a talented herbalist. she wanted to marry him and do her duty, he was good looking and a prince and she was barely sixteen. and she wanted out of her parent’s grasp. probably one of the most unlucky people in the story. at first ignored and humiliated before their marriage and after abused and controlled. inspirations: katherine howard / fc claim ideas : ashley liao, lola tung

aliya ( ozai’s mistress ) — this is a very self indulgent character bc i like parallels and the hope that some air nomads survived in secret and had children. aliya is this concept with the addition that she’s a performer on ember island who would really like a bridge to her ancestor’s culture and past but also probably is acutely aware of how she’s not the airbender she should be. she’s a dancer, she’s an acrobat, she’s artist, she’s vain and attached to material desires and smarter than she looks but also still just a girl trying to keep herself alive and her secrets secret. ( yes, ozai lowkey kinda kills her or at least thinks he and erased her and her family from history. snowbaird coded but also worse ) inspirations: lucy gray baird, satine / fc claim ideas : simone ashley

saori ( iroh’s wife ) — very minor character but all that can be said is that she’s no easy woman. she’s demanding of him after they are arranged together because she believes and sees that he can be better. she also grew up in the palace as a courtier and is known for being incredibly opinionated and sharp on her wit. inspirations: beatrice ( much ado about nothing ) / fc claim : jamie chung

[morvantmortuary]

the miraculous mr. sunday -

(the magician)

(rarae aves’s slasher oc)

“You know, when I got my name, everyone in town was glad when Sunday rolled in. Nowadays I’m wondering if I need to rebrand. You, though - you can call me Seth. All my friends do.”

age: finally stopped aging somewhere in his mid-40s (5/22/1901)(taurus-gemini cusp) birthplace: A town that doesn’t exist anymore in Western Kansas, USA. height: 6’0” current location: ominously close to the parish line near Greymoon, Louisiana. favorite book: says it’s the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald (it’s really the wonderful wizard of oz by l. frank baum) hobbies: travel (anywhere the wind blows, really), oddities and miracles, old-fashioned circus/sideshows, magic, and their history (especially in the US tradition), parties (mostly attending, never hosts much himself for such a gregarious fellow), and any and all forms of theater and performance. being with as many people as possible, far from the empty fields and endless wind. occupation: former stage magician, now fixer for They Who Provide. Aspiring Necromancer.

(what he’d pick as his own walk-on music: I put a spell on you - screamin’ jay hawkins what it actually would be: when the circus came to town — aurelio voltaire fc: david dastmalchian, underrated horror darling of my heart.)

“You wouldn’t believe the kind of opportunities people just… throw away.” Seth Sunday flicks a vintage lighter open and closed as he speaks, almost without realizing it. He hasn’t needed it for decades now - no point in smoking when you don’t always need to breathe. it’s mostly there for him to fidget with, truthfully. “It’s not every day Destiny prostrates itself at your door, you know. You’d have to be awful conceited to act like it’s just going to hang around while you get your shoes on.” He laughs, and it’s a cold, hard little sound like something stunted from a lack of sun despite the warmth of his smile. “Me, I came up the old fashioned way.” The lighter flicks closed. “I saw my moment, and I didn’t wait for ‘my turn.’ I found my own way in. I gave everything I ever knew for just one chance. And now look at me.” He pulls another hand from the pocket of his long, oddly patterned black coat, but there’s something… unfamiliar about it. The fingertips are dark, as though they’ve lost blood and then been dipped in ash. The nails look like they’ll snag on any ephemeral trace of you they can reach. “You know the secret to getting everything you ever wanted?” he says, gazing almost admiringly at his warped digits. 

The longer you look, the more you’d swear the air over his fingertips starts to ripple. As if something is stroking the very fabric of the space around you, toying with the individual threads. 

When his eyes find yours, you feel like you’ve been shoved down a flight of stairs in the face of all that bottomless blackness. His smile isn’t so warm now. “I do.”

a history, of sorts:

Seth says he doesn’t remember his birth name. The one written in a mildewed family Bible in the middle of godforsaken nowhere, Kansas, on an overcast spring day in 1901. He doesn’t need to remember it. That child - later, that man - is dead. Has been for more than a century now.

He’d seen to that himself.

Seth’s parents were immigrants, would-be homesteaders in a countryside drenched in blood they were willing to overlook for the cheap promises of a government looking for labor. Then they were farmers. Farmers with shit luck in multiple regards: first in their curse of an eldest child, a sickly daydreamer with no stomach for the grisly aspects of tending livestock and no fortitude for planting crops, who spent good money on books and useless picture show tickets when it could have gone to food. Then in the fact that his mother got pregnant, again, far too late to save his parents’ marriage or for their struggling household to support more mouths.

But for a few years, the scrappy little family seemed to catch a break. For one blissful bubble after Isaac and Ezekiel were born healthy and hale, and there was a wheat boom in the wake of the first World War (the ‘Great War’, the war to end all wars, it had been called. So much for that.), it seemed like everything might just turn around. Father was strong, Mother was healthy, and Seth was set to inherit a thriving farm when it was his time. Seth hated every minute of it.

He wanted more. He was meant for more. He wanted to be one of the people from his childhood in the center of the three rings on his one and only visit to a circus, or someone in the glow of stage lights, on his brief ventures into the city for errands, or one of the ghostly faces on the giant shimmering screen in the lone little theater three towns over. The farm was the handcuffs he couldn’t manage to unlock, as easy as the traveling magicians made it look. He didn’t want younger brothers, or aging parents that clearly preferred them and not him, or the responsibilities of the supposedly cherished oldest son. He didn’t want to be born and die on the same plot of land, buried somewhere the cows could graze over for the rest of eternity, his name only ever meaning wasted potential. He’d tried to enlist for the Great War, tried to get sent abroad like other boys he knew. He was a little young, but he was tall for his age even then, and he almost - almost - got away to see the world.

But his father, a cheap bastard if he’d ever known one, had somehow scraped together enough money and their best cow to bribe the recruiters who came to town looking to look the other way. He wouldn’t dignify pretending it was done out of love, either. His father was a pragmatic man. He’d known that it was only ever about keeping enough labor for the farm, especially with his mother newly pregnant at the time.

His life as he knew it was only ever in service to those around him. Their choices defined his. It was enough to make any man see red, after so many years.

Then came what would be known to later generations as the Dust Bowl, and Seth’s world turned black.

The crops withered up, and so did the cows. Dirt swept through the skies in curtains so thick it blocked out the sun. There was no surface in the little ramshackle house that wasn’t covered in it by nightfall, no matter how much one swept or wiped or screamed. For years, it felt like his every breath was studded with grit. He had nightmares of being buried alive in the miserable barren plot that used to be the pasture.

Just when he thought he’d choke to death on it, his father beat him to the grave, leaving him and his fragile mother alone with his two boisterous brothers. He was the man of the house, now, and it made him want to claw off his own skin.

So much so, he thought it was worth trading someone else’s to escape. It’s no surprise that certain folklore has a habit of dispersing itself, even through a country as vast as this one was already. Tales whispered in half fear, half hope by the desperate circulate like much-needed storms, especially when those storms refuse to materialize.

It was Seth’s idea to go to the crossroads, but he let his mother think it was hers — a half-remembered story from the old country, rather than something strange he’d found in a book long forgotten under his bed. The little family trekked there together, walking the miles in shoes close to worn through, and only just reaching the nearest junction when his father’s cracked pocket watch read midnight.

Seth had been chosen to ask for the family’s salvation, for the ability to carry them all on for another year — he had the best English of the family, and what else would a demon speak in a land like this? But when something emerged from the darkness like it was a curtain, asking in a voice like smoke what he wanted…

Seth spoke up for himself, for the first time in his life.

He only felt a little bad when he saw what the demon did to his mother. But he couldn’t deny his own glee when he saw what happened to her precious twins. Before a quarter of an hour had passed, Seth could make fire appear at the tips of his fingers, could make coins appear from thin air. The things he could do would have caused his idol, Harry Houdini, to break into a nervous sweat. Everything he’d ever dreamed of as a lonely boy in the fields, he could do at his own merest whim.

Seth ditched his human name, and at the demon’s suggestion, adopted the surname of Sunday. “The Miraculous” had been his own touch. It was finally his turn to be the miracle he never was to his folks. And for decades, he was. He was beloved in the small towns he stopped in, his own traveling show, with a rotation of beautiful assistants at his beck and call over the years. Nothing was ever too good for him, he could dazzle his way into anywhere he wanted.

As long as he kept things square with They Who Provide, he was living the good life.

…But times have a habit of changing. As the world grew, magic - both real and sleight of hand - shank in its influence. For all his caustic nature, Seth Sunday was ill-equipped for a world that finally matched his inward cynicism. And what did They Who Provide need with some little nobody from the middle of nowhere, when they had entire established families, generations of magic, at their beck and call?

After decades of earning his keep by tying up his benefactors’ loose ends, Seth finally heard something very interesting: A whisper of a family down south that was refusing to hold up their end of their contract.

A family with power over Death itself.

…Well. If there was an open spot to fill, and no one there to fill it, Seth saw no reason he couldn’t throw his own metaphorical hat in the ring. After all, he has plenty of experience keeping demons satisfied. What’s three more names to add to his list of sacrifices?

There was always something to be said for reinventing oneself when your act was getting stale. He could see himself growing into “The Miraculous Master Lazarus” just fine.

[silverjetsystm]

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send me 👤 and I’ll tell you about an npc in my muses life using the template below!

Name: Llewyn Barlow AKA Plant Boy/Green Man

Age: Mid-20s for default. Honestly, could go from early teens to mid-30s

Gender: Trans Man

Pronouns: he/him

FC: Elliot Fletcher

Technically, he's an OC with maybe an eventually blog at some point but he plays NPC.

Llewyn is a mutant with Chlorokinesis (plant manipulation). Plants grow on his body, particularly from his hair, palms, and nails. He can control and encourage plants to grow incredibly fast while connected to him or if he places them in soil. Eventually, he'll get an arc where he can control plants that aren't created by him. Right now, other plants respond well while he's in the room and thrive under his care.

Connection with my muse:

Over in verse 222 (aka "A Tale of Moon & Scarab), Llewyn is Layla and the System's son-in-law. The Midnight Mission's gardener.

Here in 616, he works at the headshop near the Mission.

[stephdragonness]

REF: One Piece Steph

first time drawing a OP self Insert version so got good idea down with her design, im happy with finial design (draw into OP styel)just torso look i didn't bother full body.

●Steph - Aka the Sea Witch of the Buggy Pirate's (Ships doctor)

●Her act in circus Top - Fortune Teller / Magician (Fortune telling with tea leaves - magician tricks with her hands)

●Human/Fish-man Hybrid (Lantern Fish Fishman)

●Abilities/Skills - Medic, Herbalist-certain poison immunity, thief, Minor fishman unhuman physical strength /breath underwater/speedy swimmer

●Weapon choice - claws (prefers avoid fights and usually trys stay out of any confrontations) poison needles.

●Weakness- Dehydrates faster, Heat Exhaustion excitable. 

●Relationships (depends where i go with.. its big list of crushes in OP so im exploring selfships) 

●Food fav-  Addicted to Tea caffeine - seafood- rice- salty pickled gherkins - wild fruit

●goals- just trying get by with security in piracy - Adventuring to discover something new add to her knowledge.

●Treasures she values - Books (rather not fight for treasure with crew just stuff not valued by pirates) Herbs.

●Habits/behaviour - constantly teases her captain...tells him got cute nose she Always boops him in unexpected moments to his announce. taste testing herbs from the wild (tasting poisonous items build immunity's to so she can handle few poisons but some results makes herself sick), Trys sneak bring animals on the ship, wonders off on her own on islands foraging plants and then gets left behind few times by the buggy pirates often have return to pick her up in announce. pranks on her crew mates in scaring people in dark.

●other info-  hides her gills usually behind neck collars, can make her spots glow bioluminescent in dark on will- markings on her body are fishman scales markings not tattoos and only on right side her arm.

●Bounty -  44,000Berries (mostly from theft and poisoned kiss one her last dates, not dead tho made them sick )

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[okeanosornamentalgraphics]

Brinley Beaux is a demolition school dropout. He found it a waste of time and energy needing to be educated on the art of blowing things up and all his professors turned out to be condescending snobs, so he left. Why on earth would you need to remember the pythagorean theorem if you were destroying a fifteen-story building? It wasn’t a total loss, however. The Internet had a plethora of information on explosives, so he decided to teach himself and adopt the alias, “Bomb Man.”

He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed and he’s prone to making dozens of stupid mistakes, but he’s competent enough to make functional bombs of various sizes and potencies. Philosophy and literature classes were not his strongest areas, as he isn’t a deep thinker and hates spending too much time thinking things through. “Act first and think last,” was more of his style. However, he did take an interest in “red herrings” he learned in class, and decided to implement that into his trademark.

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Again, I’m not the best at designing robots, but here’s my take on a FC! Bomb Man. One of his signature weapons are these red herring plushies that appear to be stuffed with bombs, but in actuality are just little harmless firecrackers/firework explosives.These are put on buildings and out in public places to cause mass hysteria and panic, while the real bombs are planted somewhere else...

They’re kinda cute too, which works in his favor.