#oc tag: a glittering aurora

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ANOTHER REF DOWN WOOOOOO YIPPIE im slaying these so hard

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February of Fairies - Faebruary 2023

Using the colour prompts create fairy themed lookbooks, CAS sims, dress your OCs, edits, or anything in between. Remember you don’t have to do all the prompts, pick and choose whatever inspires YOU!

And most of all have fun with them!

Tag #Faebruary 2023 or @ me for reblogs. Transcript under the cut:

Colour Prompts

The colour prompts are just a guide, you don't have to use the exact colours and you also don't have to use all the colours for each prompt. Just use what inspires you!

Fairy Floss - Coconut (SR), Bubblegum (SR), Sweet Potato (SR), Periwinkle (SR), Candy Floss (CSC)

Strawberry Fields - Turkish Delight (CSC), Sour Apple, (CSC), Key Lime Pie (CSC), Custard (CSC), Coconut (SR)

Aurora - Sweet Mint Tea (CSC), Peppermint (CSC), Blueberry (SR), Pacific Cooler (SR), Kiwi (SR)

Moonlight - Blackberry (SR), Hypothesis (AP-S), Boson (AP-S), Particle (AP-S), Goya (AP-H)

Stardust - Jellybean (CSC), Blue Raspberry (CSC), Starfruit (SR), Macaron (CSC), Blackberry Jam (CSC)

Sunset - Huckleberry Drop (CSC), Turkish Delight (CSC), Peach Ring (CSC), Dulce de Leche, Custard (CSC)

Mossy Log - Velocity (AP-S), Avocado (SR), Earhart (AP-H), Homer (AP-H), Puppy Love (CSC)

Summer Breeze - Blue Raspberry (CSC), Coconut (SR), Banana Split (CSC), Pumpkin Pie (CSC), Fudge (CSC)

Tropical Oasis - Gummi Bear (CSC), Butterscotch (SR), Blue Moon (SR), Blueberry (SR), Coconut (SR)

Rose Garden - Pommes d'Amor (CSC), Matcha Pudding (CSC), Beethoven (AP-H), Bubblegum (SR), Lychee (SR),

Valentine - Red Licorice (CSC), Strawberry (SR), Shakespeare (AP-H), Aniseed (CSC), Coconut (SR)

Shortcake - Fruit Chew (CSC), Watermelon (SR), Butterscotch (SR), Chocolate (SR), Matcha (SR)

Winter Glitter - Jellybean (CSC), Lupine (SR), Sweet Potato (SR), Periwinkle (SR), Custard (CSC)

Frost - Coconut (SR), Candy Floss (CSC), Genome (AP-S), Popsicle (CSC), Jellybean (CSC)

Colour palettes used:

SR - Sorbets Remix

CSC - Candy Shoppe Collection

AP-H - Academia Palette Historian

AP-S - Academia Palette Scientist

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created by @berrygameplay

created by @serindipitysims

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#FridayKiss Tag Game II

Rules: post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

I was tagged six hundred years ago by @zmwrites, and I’m tagging @drippingmoon, @druidx, @ashen-crest, and @drabbleitout even though it is, where I am, no longer Friday oop

I uh...I don’t yet have a lot of kisses in the series that don’t escalate hahaHA, but here’s a fun little alien-y bit from Aurora for y’all!

When the party wound down and everyone went their separate ways, Warren stumbled into the bulkhead a couple of times before he held onto Thrive on the way to their quarters.

"Are you alright?" Thrive asked him.

"Yeah." Warren laughed at himself. "Yeah, sorry. It's been a while. You're sober by now, I'm guessing."

"Just about, yes. I feel a bit inebriated still."

Warren inhaled a lungful of air through his nose and grasped Thrive's hand. "There's somethin' I've wanted to do for a really long time and I think I'm finally blasted enough to ask you."

Thrive turned to him expectantly as they reached their quarters. He peered down at Warren in amusement.

Warren rubbed his eyes and attempted to summon the courage, leaning into the wall for support. "Okay, uh...if this offends you in any way, you can just...say no. It's fine, I'm not tryin' to be labeled a screwball."

"Where is this going," Thrive asked somewhat cautiously.

"Can I…um, I've…I've always been a little curious about what it would be like…to kiss you when you're in obhelian form."

Thrive's eyebrows nearly jumped off his face in their haste to shoot closer to his hairline.

"Yeah." Warren giggled nervously. "I dunno. Is that wrong? Does that make you uncomfortable? I don't want you to think I'm like…trying to be weird about it. It's just…"

"It's a fair request," Thrive interrupted gently. "We're married, and I'm not human. It gives me great relief to know that you're not put off by my natural form, and, to be quite frank…I've hoped you would ask me this."

Warmth pooled at the bottom of Warren's stomach. "Really?"

"I didn't want to bring it up myself in case you thought it too bizarre." Thrive peered down the hall over Warren's shoulder. "I've held out hope that you would desire being physically intimate with me in any way when I'm natural. But I never should have doubted you, even for a second."

"Most people would've called me a freak and left it at that."

"I would like to make sure you're not only asking me this because you're drunk," Thrive said.

Warren shook his head. "I said it already; I've always wanted to kiss you while you're natural. I've only just now got the confidence to ask. I didn't want you to be insulted or something."

Thrive nodded, then glanced down the hall over Warren's shoulder. "Would you prefer the privacy of our quarters?"

"I mean, sure, in case this goes somewhere weird."

Thrive wordlessly ushered Warren into their quarters, locking the door behind them. The tension resulting from that action alone made Warren's heart pound hard against his ribs, doubling in speed when Thrive placed his strong hands on his hips and pulled him against his body.

Warren met him in a heated kiss, tasting the alcohol on his tongue, breath coming out ragged with each slide of Thrive's lips across his own. His knees grew weak, clutching Thrive's shoulders to hold himself upright as heat flushed into him.

Thrive nipped Warren's bottom lip before pulling his head away, fingers digging into Warren's hips as he backed him in the direction of the bed. He sat down and kept Warren standing firmly in front of him. "Ready?"

Warren nodded, brain in a haze.

The amber halo consumed Thrive, elongating his structure, stretching his hands, and he almost towered over Warren even while sitting. His eyes caught the light of the room and glittered, like billions of stars sewn into the velvety fabric of space. His face, angular and striking with shadows cutting under his cheekbones and jaw and highlighting the dimpled temples.

Warren reached a trembling hand up to Thrive's face, ghosting his fingers over his cheeks, the small bump of his otherwise flat nose, the crease of space between his eyes. He carefully cupped his jaw, smoothed his thumbs over his richly rust-colored skin. His lips were thinner than they were in human form, but they were still there, and Warren traced their shape in reverence.

Thrive's hands slid up to Warren's back, gingerly pulling him even closer. "You can still change your mind."

"No, no…god, Thrive." Warren's eyes briefly fluttered shut at the sound of his obhelian voice whispering to him. He shivered at the long hands creeping up his spine. "God, I love every one of your molecules. This"—he cradled Thrive's face again—"is literally…the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life."

Thrive unexpectedly lifted him from under the arms and brought him onto his lap, much thinner but just as powerful. Warren threw his arms around his neck and crushed his lips to Thrive's natural ones.

Soft leather against his still-sensitive skin. Warren groaned in surprise, overwhelmed with new tastes, new sensations, but all still very Thrive. He took in his unfiltered scent and nearly came undone right then and there, a sharp breath at the deeply concentrated transference of feelings between them. Thrive held him tight, enveloped him, leaned him forward almost parallel to the floor so he could wrap a single massive hand around his thigh.

And Warren didn't even realize for a moment that Thrive had stopped kissing him. He opened his eyes to find he was supported over the floor with a single arm under his back and the other hand at the back of his head.

"Baby steps," Thrive murmured, gazing down at Warren with soft eyes. "Was that alright?"

Warren, now numb with lust, nodded, his mind already far ahead of them. "Yeah. That…wow. I…"

"I don't have what you require in this form," Thrive said, chest rumbling against Warren's with every word. "Not physically, anyway. And judging by your dilated pupils and accelerated heart rate, I'm going to hazard a guess and say you would like to take this further."

"The fact that I'm rock hard didn't give that away?"

"I'm going to switch back—"

"No." Warren's breath came in quick, and he was a little concerned at how comfortable he found their current position. "No…stay like this."

Thrive's expression gained an abundance of interest in this development. "Ah." A slow smile cracked across his face. "...So the humans were right about you after all."

[witchklng]

@miqueldiaz my beloved tagged me for wip wednesday three months ago and !!! i’ve been cooking up a star wars fic that i’m very excited to share soon, so here’s a lil preview from chapter one 🥰

lark is my clone trooper oc, and aurora is my nautolan jedi knight oc - i can’t wait for everyone to meet them in full!! :’)) (along with a third oc who will make her debut elsewhere in the chapter ♡)

Three Little Birds (ch1 excerpt)

Lark walked silently through the palace grounds, winding his way through orchards and flowerbeds, off the smooth stone path and down to the water gardens that he had been spying enviously from a distance all week. The still ponds shone like glass in the moonlight, disturbed only by the faint rippling current that trickled down the small, pebbled ledges where each interconnected pool of water kissed the next. The melody of the night was quieter here, soft chirps of crickets and small amphibians greeting him as Lark passed through the gentle curtain of a willow tree into the center of this spectacle of water formed by an artist’s brush and nature’s guiding hand. Blossoms dotted the surface of the ponds, floating on lilypads of varying shapes and sizes with their petals extended to catch every drop of shimmering light Naboo’s three moons showered upon them.

The tranquility of the scene before him settled into Lark’s bones, and he found himself kneeling onto the cool earth akimbo to one of the larger pools, where the petals of a particularly magnificent water flower beckoned him forward on a gentle breeze. A school of large fish swam beneath the surface, their colorful scales rendered into stunning monochrome in the moonlight. For a while, Lark just let himself sit and breathe, fingertips tracing idle patterns in the cool mudbank at the edge of the water, careful not to disturb the creatures below.

Surely something so beautiful had to be worth saving. 

Lark sighed. The only thing missing from this moment was Aurora. Before departing, Lark had snuck into her room across from his own, intending to bring her along with him on this little adventure. However, when he found her already fast asleep, suspended beneath the large pool that took up the majority of her bedchamber, an expression of utter peace gracing her softly glowing face, Lark couldn’t bring himself to disturb her. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his best friend looking so well rested. For a moment Lark had simply drunk in the sight of her. Little bubbles trailed up from her gills as her tendrils floated gracefully around her slumbering form, glittering softly in the dim light that emanated beneath her skin like a halo from the goddess herself.

He’d almost abandoned his plan for the evening entirely, sorely tempted to don the breather he always kept on his person and join her beneath the waves, pruney fingers and the inevitable earache be damned. They hadn’t spent the night alone together in far too long, and it was starting to wear on them both. But he’d made himself walk away, closing Aurora’s door softly behind him before carrying on outside without her. Lark knew he was selfish in many ways, stealing time and trinkets without any trace of guilt. But he could never be selfish with Aurora.

Being in love with a Jedi made it impossible to ask for anything more than they could give. And Aurora had already given her everything to the Order far before she ever walked into his life. Lark made peace with his fate long ago, back when they were both unscarred and unbroken by war, sheltered within the stark white walls of Kamino and a bubble of their own making. She had only been a Padawan at the time, and he a cadet, but somehow they had found each other amidst the encroaching storm. From the very beginning, Lark knew he would do anything to stay by Aurora’s side, no matter the cost.

She had the Order, and he had her. And it was enough.

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[anjanettexcordonia]

Chapter 7: The Princess

Book: The Royal Romance A/U

Catch Up Here The Spare Masterlist

Rating: Mature (18+); NSFW; suggestive language; self-confidence issues; control issues; infidelity; 

Characters/Pairings: Liam x MC; mentions Liam x OC

Word count:  1203 (+/-)

Disclaimer: Some characters & some scenes belong to Pixelberry. 

Tags: If you would like to be added or removed please let me know. 

PermaTags: @yourmajesty09​ @gkittylove99​ @kingliam2019​

Series Tags: @mom2000aggie​ @indiacater​ @sfb123​ @hopefulmoonobject​ @cordonianroyalty​ @texaskitten30​

Two weeks had flown by and Cami was boarding her flight to Cordonia. She had denied Liam’s offer of sending his private jet for her, but she was determined to travel the old fashioned way. She made it through customs and out of the large airport to find Liam waiting for her against his midnight blue Aston Martin Vantage. “Hey baby, how was your flight?” “Long. This country is gorgeous.” “Thank you, ready to see your accommodations?” “Ready as I’ll ever be.” 

Cami stared out of the car window in awe of the beautiful landscapes of Cordonia. As they got closer to the capital Cami could see the gleaming towers of the palace. “Liam is that where you live?” “It is sometimes.” He chuckled at her enthusiasm. “We have nothing like this in New York. Sometimes?” “My mother left me her duchy, Valtoria, I’m the Duke. I’ll take you there sometime.” They pulled into the entrance of the royal garage. The attendants unloaded Cami’s luggage and had it sent to Liam’s quarters. Liam tossed the keys to the attendant and guided Cami inside the palace that exuded opulence and wealth. They made their way to Liam’s quarters, Cami walked and was stunned by the sheer normalcy of his living space. The apartment was nearly the same size as her New York City apartment. It was a regular bachelor's pad with animal skin rugs and black leather sofas. A large tv was mounted above the large fireplace. “This somehow suits you,” Cami giggled at the masculine aurora that filled the room. “Wait until tonight,” Liam closed the distance between them while they stood in his living room, “you’ll see a side of me you’ve never seen.” 

That night Cami dressed in a long flowing floor length blush chiffon dress with a gold accented with crystal masquerade mask. She barely recognized herself. She was used to some opulence but not to this level. Royalty. 

Liam and Cami arrived at the ball together but entered separately. Liam was announced while Cami waited for him in the ballroom. She was surrounded by flowing dresses in glittering masks none of which she recognized. Liam snuck up behind her. “May I have this dance my lady?” Cami quickly spun seeing Liam bowing holding his hand out to her. She took his hand and they twirled around the dance floor. “Liam.. this.. I didn’t expect this..” “what did you expect?” “I don’t know but not this,” her eyes darted around the room. “Just focus on me. I don’t care about them.” Liam whispered in her ear. “I missed you Camilla, I want to show you something.” He danced them to the balcony that overlooked the twinkling city that surrounded them. “Wow, I thought the New York City skyline was beautiful, but this..” she motioned towards the view in front of them. “Welcome to Cordonia, my love.” Liam placed a soft kiss on Cami’s forehead. “Excuse me, Liam?” The hair on the back of Liam’s neck immediately stood at the sound of the voice coming behind. His eyes darkened into a deep navy almost black in color. Without ever turning around, “Princess Maria Olympia..I didn’t expect you to be here”, Liam’s voice dripped with venom and hatred as he spoke, never taking his eyes off Cami. “Never mind that, introduce me to your friend here, is this the American Commoner I’ve heard so much about?” The tall slender platinum blonde woman asked with a slight condescension in her tone. It was as if she knew how much she was getting under Liam’s presence just by her mere presence. Cami pushed her away around Liam and extended her hand, “Camilla Wellington of New York City. Pleasure to meet you, Princess Maria?” Maria was taken aback by Cami’s assertiveness. “Pragmatiká?” The princess directed her question towards Liam. “Yes Maria. If you’ll excuse us.” Liam guided Camilla back towards the ball room. “Who is she?” Camilla asked as they once again twirled on the dance floor. “My ex-fiance.” “You were engaged?” “I was.” Liam’s eyes scanned the dance floor as he held Cami tight against him. “Let’s get out of here.” “Are you able to just leave?” “Cam, I’m just the spare. No one cares what I do, as long as I show my face to appease my father and brother. Now I’ve done that, let’s get out of here.” Liam led Cami back to quarters gripping her hand tightly. The barreled through the door and immediately into each other's arms. Clothes ripped and fell to the floor. Lips collided and bodies connected. Liam swore his soul came alive at the feeling of himself inside of her most sacred places. Cami felt every Liam fill every void between each beat of her. He filled her and she surrounded him until they both erupted into sweat and euphoria. 

Liam and Cami lay tangled in the sheets when they heard a knock on Liam’s door. “I'll be right back” Liam kissed Cami on her swollen lips, threw on some sweatpants and walked out of the door. Cami could hear the door open and muffled voices floating into the bedroom where she lay. Liam walked backed into the room, frustration and anger etched all over his perfectly chiseled face. “I have a meeting in my study, my love, I am so sorry for the intrusion. I will be back shortly.” Cami nodded as she watched Liam quickly dress in a dress shirt and pants. He leaned down kissing her deeply, the taste of her still lingered on his lips. Cami had fallen asleep and was woken up by Liam stumbling into the bedroom. She looked at the bedside table, 3:31 a.m., “Liam are you okay?” Cami sat up, her breasts completely exposed. “Where have you been?” “I told you, a meeting,” Liam kicked his shoes off and clothes, “you would never sleep with someone else behind my back, would you Camilla?” Liam growled as he climbed on the bed. “What are you talking about? What was your meeting about?” “It was with Maria, and all her infuriating apologies.” Liam nipped and kissed Cami’s stomach. “Tell me about her.” “No.” “No? Why?” “We’re engaged to be married. I caught her fucking someone else. She wanted the heir not the spare. The End.” Liam kissed his way to her neck. “So she slept with Leo?” “No, no, her original intentions were Leo, but he had Maddie. I was just fun for a while. Now drop it.” “Why is she here now?” “I said drop it Camilla, fuck.” Liam sat up giving up on the feelings he was feeling in the moment. “Why, tell me?” “She is apologizing. She wants me back. I can only assume the timing has something to do with you and I.” “Liam, tell me what happened..” “SHE CHEATED, SHE BROKE MY HEART, SHE FUCKING DESTROYED ME.” Liam roared. Cami jumped at the sound of his voice. “I’m so sorry Cami, I.. I.. The night I was proposed, I found her in bed with another man. She was a crown chaser that I stupidly fell in love with” “Liam, do you still love her?” “I love you, Cami.” “You didn’t answer my question..”

[ponydoodles]

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Click on “Keep Reading!” This post will be updated accordingly!

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gender?? no thanks, i’ve had gender once and didn’t like it

cries at every movie

fav things to draw: Muffins, Twilight, Twuffins, Luna, redesigns and headcanons, silly things and memes

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favorite stuff 2 draw: uhh cute pony interactions??? is that a thing??

hi!! i’m mod glitter and i draw here sometimes. i’m not super good at drawing regularly but i do my best!! also i lov Pink. So Much

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magic is real

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ponies w/ paws r my shit. also ill try to b canon-adjacent w/ my weird art hdxhs

gender is *muffled fluid mogai ramblings*, n im an aroace lesbian uwu

if im not thinking about pinkiedash, lovecore, or danganronpa im dead

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hiya!! I’m a new mod!! call me Bug Juice!! some facts ab me:

- I’m super ultra mega gay + ace 😎

- I keyboard smash a LOT and at this point it’s just a part of me

- I like mlp almost as much as I like jjba

- my fav mlp ship rn is Parcel Post x Braeburn and I have NO clue why HDBDND

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Hey guys/gals/nonbinary pals, formally Mod Techno (Now Mod Salem) here, I turned 20 recently and since I was gonna have to go into my mod page anyway to update it, I thought I might as well completely refresh it to fit me more!

★My name is Sam, you may know me from my other art accounts as Punkpride, but you can just refer to me as Mod Salem here to keep things nice and clean!

★This is my new ponysona called Salem! They’re a batpony/changeling hybrid, and due to being so, they can only transform their hoof wings/eyes/mane to different colors/shapes/styles.

★My pronouns are They/Them, He/Him, and Xey/Xem!

★I’m agender and queer. Gender? never heard of them.

★My favorite ponies are Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Lightning Dust! (I ship them all together like a maniac in my ng/in general too lol)

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i’m Mod Square, aka Zoë! i love mlp, emoji, and party games. my hobbies include rickrolling and using the taco bell rewards app. i play with my style a lot but i hope to always capture an air of carefree fun in my art!!!!!

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List of mods that are no longer on the blog! (Any mod that used to be a part of our blog but isn’t listed here we most likely don’t want to associate with no more)

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[randomestfandoms-ocs]

OC Olympian Tag – Aurora Anderson

Requested by @the-october-reviewer​

Rules: Bold those traits and aesthetics that apply to your character.

OC:  Aurora Anderson

APHRODITE    laughter-loving | sweet smiles | dressed in silk and satin | flower in their hair | thrives on attention | sees the world as a runway | unapologetically sexual | the sea washing their ankles | in love with love | stirrer of passion | cunning concealed by painted lips | secret daggers | doves | revolution in their kiss | delighting in the waves | flirtatious winks | strolling along the beach | staring wistfully from a balcony | this is how to be a heartbreaker | your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive | wants to be adored | gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO          glitz and glamour | art galleries | turning the volume up | being made of gold | neatly-organized music sheets | notebooks filled with poetry | bathing in the sunlight | the powerful urge to create | collecting vinyl records | beautiful cover of wonderwall | playing multiple instruments | tasting like sunshine | healing touch | speaking in prophecies | smile mingled wrath | shunning lies | sporting shades | hanging out at music festivals with their friends | sleeps naked | arrow to the heart | paint brushes | probably has a Tinder account.

ARES     armed for battle | wants to raise a dog with their significant other |  soft spot for children | gives piggyback rides | scarred body | blood on their hands and face | willing to fight the world for the ones they love | fights against injustice | warm hugs | well-worn combat boots | boxing gloves | bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles | fist raised in protest |  ignites revolutions | fear is a prison | more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think | exhausted | damaged goods | force to be reckoned with | red roses | curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS      keen sense of a hunter | freckles like constellations on their skin | piercing eyes |   dishevelled braid | moonlight peeking through the shadows | the calm of the forest at night | lying on the grass and staring at the stars | mother doe and her fawn | protecting their kin | the moon shimmering on a still lake | quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree | running with wolves | bonding while circled around a campfire | not being much of a people person | arrow hitting a target | popping egos | patience on 3% | touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA      discerning gaze | unreadable face | the patience of a lifelong teacher | quiet museums | owl perched on their finger | armour that intimidates | eye for architecture | plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses | studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid | big fan of logic | loves brain teasers | go-getter | balls of wool displayed on shelves | ancient buildings | sweaters in neutrals and cool colors | hair done up | can kill you with their brain | heads to the library often to research | sharpened pencils | abs that can cut steel | stoic statues | pottery classes.

DEMETER     soil-covered hands | smile that can bloom flowers | skin loved by the sun | being the mom-friend | can lift you and your friends | flowers kept in the pockets of overalls | takes pride in their beautiful garden | speaks to their plants | leaves rustling in the wind | stalks of wheat | picking fruit | greenhouses |  heart as strong as a mountain  | values simplicity | daisies dotted across a collarbone | curls crowned with flowers | folded pile of sweaters in warm hues | pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS          drunk shitposter |  on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second | seductive smirks | untamed curls | rich fabrics on dark skin | sleek-furred panthers | theater masks | stage productions | receiving a standing ovation  | rose caught between their teeth | being the baby of the bunch | wild parties that last from sundown to sunup | creeping vines |  inspiring loyalty | grand opera houses | masquerade balls | rolls of film | shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor | pouring champagne into flutes | lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS      the calloused hands of someone who knows labor  | sweaty brow | flame burning in their eyes |  inventive mind | broad shoulders | steampunk goggles | nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes |  ashes | striking a match | blueprints for future projects | fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades |  wrestles with bitterness | work boots have seen better years | wrinkled plaid shirts | iron melted in blazing fire | huge jackets  | crafting masterpieces | greased-stained overalls | fascination with robotics |  pain is fuel | stack of weaponry  | even their muscles have muscles.

HERA          resting bitch face | dressed to the nines | cows grazing on a pasture | cool rain |  loving and hating fiercely  | hand clutching a string of pearls | large chandelier with glittering crystals | plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims | romance to realism | pictures of the sky while flying on a plane | files that under ‘fuck it’  | downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix | like their selfie or you’re grounded |  knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man | eyes that penetrate your soul  | marble and gold.

HERMES          devil-may-care smile | ink-stained hands | always up-to-date on the latest technology | will steal your french fries | does it for the vine | shitposter | puts googly eyes on everything | meme hoarder | long drives on the highway  | ma and pop diners |  spontaneous road trips | folded maps | fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop | shooting hoops on the basketball court | chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations | goes jogging in the morning |  mixes redbull with coffee  | menace on april fool’s | hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON         storm with skin  | colourful coral reefs | waves crashing against the shore | the sea casting its spell | stroking the soft fur of a cat | their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop | tousled locks | clothes smeared with paint | owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more |  leather jackets  | fondness for diy projects | handwriting that flows across the page | nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin | velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams |  mood as ever-changing as the sea | the roar of a motorcycle | compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS          thunder in their heart | running on coffee |  flash of lightning | natural charisma | eloquence  | badass in a nice suit | aficionado of history| force of nature | lenny face |  pretends they don’t have feelings but they do | nightmare-filled nights | proud arm around their lover’s waist  | high-rise buildings | planes soaring through a cloudless sky | technician on the piano| maintains order | strong handshake | juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease | most likely to be voted class president out of their peers | expensive watch.

[the-lady-oneill]

Tagged by @the-self-proclaimed-prince

Rules: Tell 20 facts about yourself and tag 20 people

[Tumblr] Nickname: Bethyy 

Biggest Pet Peeve: so I currently work two days a week in the construction industry and my god the amount of men who get REALLY pissy when I [a 4′10″ young female] try to explain something like “no, sir, that cabinet isn’t missing a door, it’s a corner cabinet it’s SUPPOSED to be like that”, or “yes but your measurements are incorrect and here’s why you’re gonna have a bad time” -- REALLY irks me. Or just the “Oh, can you help me or should I ask one of the guys” -- YES I CAN FUCKING HELP YOU I WORK HERE. 

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 4′10″

Last movie I watched: ...I feel like it wasn’t the Lego Batman movie, but that’s the most recent one I can remember. 

Last thing I googled: “lush, ireland”, because I couldn’t remember if there WERE lush stores in Ireland and I needed it for an RP reply xD 

Favorite Musicians: it changes constantly but currently listening to a lot of: Aurora Asknes, Hayley Blais, David Bowie, Sleeping at Last, The Wailing Jennys, Collectif Cieux Ouverts, Vienna Teng, Wardruna, Fallout Boy, Panic! At the Disco, For King and Country, Will Regan and the United Pursuit Band, Dara MacLean, Crowder, and Jordan Feliz. 

Song stuck in my your head: I honestly woke up with nothing stuck in my head today. 

Other blogs: @ediopologiist (DW OC), @xfirstbcrn (Seamus O’Neill, Ultana’s brother-in-law), @exsousiis (multi-muse for O’Neill related muses...and currently a lot of other muses bc I’m trash), @aeterniis (multi-muse for Naethri related muses), @house-tyrconnell (what it says on the tin), and @encyclopedia-thol (info about the RP verse me and @the-self-proclaimed-prince have created). 

Do you get asks: Not really. If I do it’s usually from @the-self-proclaimed-prince! 

Amount of sleep: Depression is STRONG these days so usually 9+ hours of sleep unless I have to be somewhere in the morning or set an alarm. 

Lucky number(s): 4 and 7 

What are you wearing?: sweatpants and a sweatshirt right now...I’ll change in a bit because I’m not trying to feed the depression monster. 

Dream job: so the weird thing is that I’m actually working my dream job as a professional writer. I would like to take it a step further and become a professional published author (and also perhaps work in the film industry a little) but right now I’m pretty content. 

Dream trip: Bruh. Everywhere. Right now though I’m actively planning a trip to Scotland. 

Favorite food: fuck man don’t ask me questions like this. I just love food. But maybe tacos. 

Instruments you play: the only instrument I play well is guitar. Other than that I technically learned violin (none of my current violins are playable, though, as I’ve broken strings and my lazy ass hasn’t gotten around to repairing them). I’m learning ukulele and would like to relearn piano. 

Languages you speak: English fluently. I can read Koine (New Testament) Greek, and also can understand (but not speak) Spanish. (Unless the speaker has a very strong accent, as I learned Spain-Spanish and sometimes have trouble if the speaker is from Honduras or Puerto Rico). 

Favorite songs: The Pina Colada Song,  Africa - Toto (I know), Soft Universe, Animal, and Queendom - Aurora Asknes, Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney,  Welcome to the Jungle - X Ambassadors, Short Skirt Long Jacket - Cake, Try Everything - Shakira, Saturn - Sleeping at Last, One - Sleeping at Last, Castle on a Hill - Ed Sheeran, Little Wonders - Rob Thomas, Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash, Jetpack Blues - Fallout Boy, Wholly Yours - Crowder, Collide - Howie Day, Uh yeah I’ll stop now but I could totally keep going. 

Describe yourself with aesthetic stuff: rainy days, crinkled maps, rock music at 3AM, black ink, messy notebooks, clothes on the floor, buzzcuts, black nail polish, turtlenecks, sunflowers, sunsets, sleepy cats, oxford shoes, sweatpants, but also suit jackets, soft lips, holding hands, the feel of your hand out a car window, roadtrips, too-full bookshelves, movie nights, history museums, van gogh, quiet coffee shops

Who’s Up Next? tagging @silentbehaviorisms, @matriarcarivera, @psychwtch, and literally anyone who wants to. 

[patricia-graves]

I Got Tagged!! \\OOC\\

tagged by @lilith-luma-graves ily babe tysm!!

Name: Kylie Nicknames: Kai, K-Bear Zodiac sign: Taurus Favorite Fruit: Mangoooo Favorite Season: Autumn Favorite Book: Harry Potter, FBAWTFT Screenplay, anything sad,,, Favorite Flower: Lavender Favorite Scent: Lavender/Mint/Orange Favorite Animal: Wolves Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa?: ALL OF EM (probly hot cocoa that stuff is the shit) Average hours of sleep: 6-7 Cats or Dogs? yES,, Favorite Fictional Characters: Newt Scamander, Percival Graves,  Steve Rogers Castiel, Michael, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, Maximum Ride Dream Trip: A week-long trip to the Phillipenes, Australia, New Zealand, or Thailand with my babes @just-your-new-york-witch-doctor @ofthelune @miss-aurora-redfern and the rest of all of you amazing FBAWTFT rp blogs that i don’t know the names of!! you rock and i love you guys so much Blog Created: OC Patricia Tania Graves in Early January of 2017 What do you post about?: crack rp’s, angst, fluff, open starters and everything FBAWTFT related Aesthetic?: rain, puddles, hot chocolate, chamomile tea, a good book that pulls you in, oversized and soft sweaters, yellow, songbirds, sarcasm, iced lattes, creatively shaped clouds, old bridges, old houses, old rock on a radio, sleepless nights under the stars, adrenaline, ice cold water, the sun on a clear day, the thwack your glove makes when the ball flies into it, red dust, long socks, fuzzy socks, that kind of cry that makes you fall asleep, glitter, when your voice hits the high note perfectly, the stomach drop from a roller coaster, the stomach drop from stage fright, tattoos, bright hair, perfect makeup, vintage anything, being gay lol Favorite Band/Artist? - Haley Kiyoko she’s my bi icon love her Fictional Characters I’d Date: Percival Graves, Newt Scamander, Steve Rogers, Maximum Ride, Wonder Woman, Black Widow Hogwarts House: Sorted into Gryffindor and Horned Serpent by Pottermore.

I Tag: @just-your-new-york-witch-doctor @scarletdarkholme @miss-aurora-redfern and @graves-aplenty 

[skybristle]

RBS > LIKES [tags appreciated!]

I DID IT. I FUCKING DID IT. im genuinely so proud of this its crazy. please please please give it your time this was a monumental effort!!!!

if anything in here intrigues you.... or you'd like to know the meaning/my thoughts.... my askbox is open :3

[skybristle]

BENDING HORIZONS IS DONE!

my local group is done!!! short descriptions r below cut!!!! im so so excited guys omg. please ask abt them [also pls rb this took ages and im rlly proud of them!] toyhouse link here that also has full individual images!!! point out ur faves! im so excited to present them to you all [please like them please like them please l- /lh]

without further ado, here we go! in seniority [and image] order

Plunging Flows of Ash [PFA] - he/him [woman!!] He’s definitely winning his senior of the cycle award! He’s been pretty depressed and poorly functioning from the jump, but would often rely on his partner, Sparks, for help and support. When she’s in her darkest hour, and his privileges as senior are needed, he consistently fails to deliver despite her constant aid in return… and after the mass ascension, he just falls off the face of the earth, sleeping through his own depression even as his dysfunctional group desperately needs him. The catalyst for everything- as he fractured his group in two with his actions and fails to rise to their needs, and he has a chronic inability to accept his own wrongdoings and the fact things have changed. Associated Slugcat: The Colorburst Countless Swirling Sparks [CSS] - she/any Well known among iterators for her many, many methods of iteration and other inventions, Sparks was built with an unusually large [and haphazard] structure that she uses to its full advantage. Always with countless screens pulled up around her, always on some project, eating up her own escapism. She was failed by her creators long ago, but is so desperate to see her fellow iterators happy she keeps pushing on. In lieu of Ash, she has risen to a faux senior status - though lacking any powers to enforce her position. Only about half of the group [Ochre, Chimes, and Aurora] answer to her with any respect of authority- she has not been able to reach the others. Her resentment for her situation with her former lover is festering, and may explode violently once things go awry… Associated Slugcat: The Brainiac

Erupting Maw [EM] - she/her She’s fucking crazy!!! Worshiped as a god by her colony, she has not coped with their loss well. Originally seeking to replace the void left by their departure, she created purposed organisms to inhabit her city and later her can… but watching them rip eachother apart was simply so much more cathartic. She has full control! Her ego and disdain for other iterators as lowly in comparison only grows. Over the cycles, her can has become notorious for having some of the most deadly creatures. She’s an expert of bioengineering… but is the danger in seeking her aid worth it? Associated Slugcat: The Gladiator

Budding Ochre Opportunities [BOO] - she/flor Based on solarpunk aesthetics, flors city and can truly is a delight! With a colony full of roof gardens and brilliant colors, she herself has taken to turning her puppet chamber into a garden. Kind and compassionate, though cutting and assertive, she has made peace with her situation as an iterator and is just trying to live a good life. As flor adds to flors collection, she doesn’t consider any of it may posit a danger to her structure. But she would be at peace with that, too, if it were to occur. The only question is if those who care about her, such as her dearest Chimes, would be. Associated Slugcat: The Recon

Resonant Chimes [RC] - he/him He’s really just chilling, hanging out. No secret problems here, no deep-seated depression over the loss of his colony that he hangs onto, no karma flowers being poured into his puppet coolant just to feel something, none of that! Collecting music, friends with slugcats and scavs alike, having a good time. He’s surprisingly intelligent and has his morals more sorted than just about anyone here, but he’s held back by general apathy and his losses. Maybe, so many cycles detached from their creators, he won’t have to worry about losing anyone again. As long as he drinks the tea, he doesn’t have to think about it, and can pull himself closer to those below who left him. Associated Slugcat: The Gardener

Reaching for Caged Starlight [RCS] - she/it/ast Frustrated endlessly, as most iterators are, by being locked in a box, she’s determined to put an end to this. Not by ascension, though. She’s determined to free them from their cans- allow an escape from this maze. Ast wants to remove the puppet from the umbilical, in a manner where they don’t lose themself completely. Much easier said than done! Its undoing, however, is its cautious and methodical nature. She is too light on her feet to simply dare and cut the wire, let alone having the experience to snap the mechanical arm entrapping her. But, she has all the time in the world, and she will one day see the stars they made her mocking name after. They’ll all see. Ast will get there, by any cost necessary, even if her fellow iterators are disposable to this goal. Associated Slugcat: The Seamstress

A Glittering Aurora [AGA] - she/he Need some gossip? He’s your guy, all right! She burns her endless time away on global chats, basking in the amusement and the knowledge. A bit of a nuisance to her own local group, as she simply can not keep a secret, but… what happens when technology degrades, the message board is silent, he no longer can block out his circumstances,,, and the drama reaches a bit too close to home? Associated Slugcat: The Copycat Wandering Whispers [WW] - they/them A very quiet, lonely iterator, Whispers strays to themself. Only allowed to speak to their fellow iterators for shipments, or, occasionally, their senior for guidance, there were few connections for them besides to the one who vanished off the face of the earth. With their personality thoroughly destroyed by the iron fist of their colony, they simply… quietly observe. But they may hear something they’re not supposed to, and, desperate for a replacement for their mentor, lead themself astray. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and they will glimpse the void in the end and take the plunge. Associated Slugcat: The Mercy

[skybristle]

rbs > likes

this is so stupid it took way too long. off string i love you..... figured out what to do w/ whispers and cant get them out of my head

[skybristle]

rbs > likes ig

banged this one out real quick. inspired by something cheston said LOL

[skybristle]

TEENY TINY. if tumblr blows up these images im gonna be so fucking mad

[skybristle]

sorry this popped into my head and made me laugh and look crazy in public i had to execute upon it

[skybristle]

rbs > likes !!

I JUST REMEMBERED I WANTED TO POST THESE ON THEIR OWN. OOPS. LOL