#of what kind of people they are: short or long hair tattoos way of dressing up etc

[loserboyfriendrjl]

sometimes i remember that regulus was described as. simply less handsome than sirius

[hawkinsbnbg]

Soulmates au where Steve's soulmate is a man of culture.

ao3

Steve got Good boy inscribed on his butt, just on the right cheek.

It would be funny if it was a tattoo Steve had gotten one time when he was too drunk and on a dare.

Except it wasn't a tattoo. At all.

Even though it kind of looked like one.

It was the first words his soulmate would say to him.

When Steve first got it, his friends had given him odd looks in the locker room.

Tommy would use many excuses to touch and even Billy wouldn't shut up about it.

As for Carol, she just cackled her head off when he showed it to her.

Still, whenever Steve was alone, he would look at the words in the mirror and feel kinda giddy about the whole thing.

Who would call someone they had just met "good boy"? What if they were far older than him?

And what would his words be for them? "Yes sir"? "Hello sir"?

Soon, he found his answer when he learned about the BDSM world, which Robin had jokingly mentioned one time.

And Steve sort of fell down the rabbit hole since then.

He met many men and women who would call him "good boy", and occasionally "good girl".

But none of them felt right.

Until he heard about Kas.

Who was known to be an experienced dom and knew how to treat his subs right.

Most of the subs in Steve's circle put the man on a pedestal. They practically worshipped the ground he walked on.

And Steve had become curious enough to seek him out.

A quick text over the phone and Steve already had a date with Kas at a hotel on Friday night.

Once the day arrived, he dolled himself up a little, knowing many doms liked how rosy cheeks and pouty lips he was.

He even wore lipgloss and mascara just for good luck.

His outfit was simple enough to take off, but cute nonetheless.

A yellow and pink graffitied black sweater that was a little baggy on him, a tiny pearl choker, silver bracelets, a pair of jeans shorts, and baby pink sneakers.

He looked like a twink, all things considered.

It wasn't his first time dressing like this and it wouldn't be the last time, either.

Steve just..

Well, he just wanted to make sure if he stumbled on his soulmate who happened to be a dom, he wouldn't disappoint them too badly.

It had been years since his word first appeared. So he had the right to be a little bit desperate.

Steve didn't know why, but by the time he got to the hotel, he was a puddle of nerves.

He figured that maybe it was the "Kas' effect" that many people had told him about.

When the door opened to let Kas into the room, Steve just knew this man was going to rock his world.

Kas was attractive and tall. Easily having a couple of inches on him.

With long curly hair, big brown eyes, and plump lips, the man looked surprisingly intimidating.

He wore a burgundy shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing his tattoos and chunky silver rings.

His pants and heavy boots were made of leather, which Steve suddenly wanted to rub himself on.

He seemed to be a lanky type, but Steve knew better than to assume anything.

As Kas languidly made his way to the bed, Steve unconsciously slid down to the floor and got on his knees, waiting for his order.

Yeah, he was a good boy like that.

There was a reason why many doms had asked to keep him despite knowing he only let his soulmate own him.

Kas wasn't any different.

The man smiled at him, dimpled and warm, making Steve woozy a bit at being praised even wordlessly.

Once Kas sat down, he spread his thighs slightly and patted a hand on his lap.

Understanding the silent command immediately, Steve climbed up on it without being told twice.

He blushed and giggled a bit when strong arms wrapped around his waist securely.

"Good boy," said Kas huskily, smelling of cigarettes and something spicy. "What do you want for your reward, sweetheart?"

Steve felt his breath hitched at that. He knew the chance wasn't high but–

"Can I kiss you, sir?" He asked coyly, playing his role to perfection.

This time, it was Kas who took a sharp intake.

Surprise, disbelief, uncertainty, hope, and finally, joy settled on the man's handsome features.

Kas smiled at him again, more genuine and hopeful.

"Baby boy, do you know that I have those words written on my left ribs my entire life?"

"Show me," Steve demanded, unable to keep up the act when he was so close to finding his soulmate.

Without protest, Kas unbuttoned his shirt and there it was, scribbled on the man's pale skin was Can I kiss you, sir? in his handwriting.

Smiling fondly, Steve traced his fingers on those words.

They sounded so sweet. And yet concerning if being put into the wrong context.

What a pair they made.

"Can you show me yours, sweetheart?" Kas asked tentatively, looking unsure despite having been so confident just a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, sure, of course," Steve scrambled up from the man's lap and blushed as he turned around to unzip and pull down his shorts.

Hearing Kas curse quietly behind him was, perhaps, the most flattering moment in his life.

He could see what kind of an image he made with his baggy sweater bunching up around his waist, white thong, and Good boy being inked on his tanned buttcheek.

Some would call it hot, sexy, or erotic.

But Steve knew how obscene he looked with those words on him.

Especially when he was face down and ass up, waiting to be fucked into oblivion.

Not that he had let anyone fuck him, yet. But he wouldn't mind if Kas did it tonight.

Steve shuddered slightly as calloused fingers brushed on his cool skin, and let out a moan when hot lips placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

Then without pausing, strong hands grabbed his hips before sharp teeth sank into his flesh, eliciting a yelp from him.

It wasn't painful. It just made Steve want to ask for more. So he turned around to do exactly that.

"Kas–"

"Call me Eddie," the man tugged him back into his lap.

"Eddie," he breathed out as he straddled the man's thighs.

"Yes, my sunshine?" Eddie smiled adoringly at him.

"Can I kiss you now?" Steve braced his hands on the broad shoulders with a raised eyebrow.

Tightening the arms around his waist, Eddie pecked him on his chin, sweet and loving.

"How about I let you kiss me for the rest of our lives, my pretty angel?"

"And I'll be yours for as long as we live?" Steve murmured against those plump lips.

"Yeah, gonna treat you right, my good boy," Eddie chuckled before drawing him into a fervent kiss.

Steve was so going to thank that Chrissy girl who had sold him her mascara and lipgloss later.

[eddieschains]

Dream Come True

Older!Eddie X Fem!Reader

credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the older eddie edit <3

Word Count: 2.8k

TW// 18+, age gap (reader is early 20s, Eddie is 50s), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), degradation, face slapping, creampie, let me know if i missed anything!!

It was your parents 25th wedding anniversary. They liked to make a big deal out of it every 5 years, throwing a big party and inviting as many people as they could. You never understood why they couldn’t just go out to dinner alone to celebrate instead of dragging you along to hang out with their old friends. But he made it all worth it.

Eddie Munson. Your dads friend from high school. He was kind of old sure, but he was damn sexy. He had the softest looking long curly brown hair, peppered with just the right amount of grey. The perfect amount of scruff around his face, messy yet neat at the same time. And his arms and chest littered with tattoos.

He played in a metal band that your dad was a part of shortly in college, until he decided he’d rather marry your mom and start a family. Bleh. You had watched all the videos of their shows when he was younger, and while you should’ve been impressed by your dads skills as a musician, you could never take your eyes off of Eddie.

He was still in the band, constantly in LA recording or touring the world. He always made time to visit you and your parents when he was back in Hawkins though. You hadn’t seen him in about 5 years, the last time being your high school graduation, when he could barely keep his eyes off of you. You thought since you were freshly 18 he would finally take you someplace to fuck you raw, but that might’ve just been wishful thinking.

In reality, he didn’t pay much attention to you when he visited. Nothing more than the usual “how have you been” or “how’s school going?”. But, that wasn’t going to stop you from continuing to try and get his attention.

You opted for a short black dress, probably showing a little more cleavage than you usually would, some high heeled boots, and a simple silver necklace. You were in the kitchen of the beach house your parents rented, fixing yourself a drink while you waited for the guests so trickle in.

“Honey, can you greet people at the door and take their coats?” You hear your mom call from the other room. You roll your eyes before taking a sip of your wine and making your way to the door.

You spend the next 30 minutes welcoming all of your parents friends, frustratingly having to answer the same questions over and over and using your best fake laugh to laugh at all of their dad jokes. You were just about ready to leave and scream in the bathroom until you saw the black mustang pull up. Eddie.

You fix you hair and push your boobs up a little more before he makes his way to the door. “Sweetheart.” He bows his head, making his way into the house.

“Eddie.” You do the same. You ask to take his jacket and hang it with the rest. You decide your door duty is over once Eddie arrives, following him into the house. “This is nice. Didn’t know your old man bought a new place.” He says looking around, taking in all the little details.

“Oh it’s not ours, they just rented it for the party. Always need to make a big deal out of their love.” You scoff.

Eddie chuckles, “Marriage is a big deal. You’ll find that out soon enough.”

“No thanks. Marriage is just a big money grab. Why can’t I just spend the rest of my life with the person I love without the governments involvement? Plus it’s harder to get divorced than it is to get married.” You respond.

“You’re a smart girl. What are you studying again?” He asks, genuinely interested.

“Psychology. I graduate in a couple months.” You smile proudly.

“Ah you gonna tug at my brain tonight?” He laughs.

This is your chance to make a move, you think to yourself. “I could tug at something else if you’d like.” You whisper, a smirk on your face.

Eddie coughs, clearing his throat. “Uh i’m gonna go say hi to your parents.” He practically runs away. You would’ve been embarrassed by your boldness if you hadn’t noticed the way his cheeks turned red and his legs shook at your words.

You take your place back in the kitchen, avoiding conversation with the large group of people. You hear footsteps behind you and turn to see Eddie grabbing a beer from the fridge.

“Can’t stand being out there any longer without at least one beer.” You chuckle, mumbling in agreement. “When did your parents become so prissy?”

“Oh you mean they haven’t always been like this?” You laugh. “Dad got a promotion a couple years ago so I guess he feels the need to impress them.”

“You should’ve seen him in college, when he was still in the band. He was wild.” Eddie laughs, recalling the memories.

“As wild as you?” You raise an eyebrow, cocking your head to the side.

Eddie’s cheeks turn red, “I’m not wild.”

“You expect me to believe that the man who’s been rocking girls panties off for the last 30 years isn’t a wild one?” You step closer to him, hearing how his breathing changes. “I’ve seen what those hands can do.”

“Hey… stop.” You know he only says it because he should, not that he really wants you to.

You wrap your hand around his neck, pulling his ear down to your mouth. “But i’m not wearing any panties.”

Eddie lets a soft moan escape his mouth before running off. “I need to use the restroom.” You’re left in the kitchen, giggling and smirking to yourself, waiting a couple minutes before following him.

You put your head up to the bathroom door, listening to him heavy breathing and muttering curse words under his breath. You open the door, locking it behind you.

“What the fuck?!” He whisper yells. “What are you doing?”

“Oh I thought that was an invitation. You know, tell the girl you’re going to the bathroom, she follows…” You jump up on the sink, spreading your legs a little wider. “And then the guy fucks her brains out on the sink.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, trying his best not to look you in the eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But you want to, don’t you?” You jump off the sink, pulling him towards you. “Don’t think I forgot about the way you were looking at my tits at my graduation party. Or the way your eyes immediately went down to my thighs when I greeted you tonight. You’re a dirty old man, and I want to be your filthy… little… girl.” Your words send shivers down his spine.

“Fuck it.” He growls before pressing his lips against yours. His hands immediately reach for your hips, his fingers digging into them sure to leave marks tomorrow. You wrap your arms around the back of his head, pulling on his hair. He lets out a moan, and you take the opportunity to dip your tongue into his mouth.

He taste just like how you imagined. A mix of tobacco and mint, followed with a slight flavor of the beer he just drank. He removes his mouth from yours, moving down your neck, sucking on that sweet spot just behind your ear. His hands travel down to your ass, squeezing and slapping as he continues his assault on your neck.

You twirl your fingers in his hair, pushing him further into you as you feel the heat between your legs growing more and more intense. He backs you up until your back hits the sink, a whimper leaving your mouth. He lifts the bottom of your dress, exposing your naked cunt.

“Fuck. You weren’t lying.” You chuckle as he continues kissing and sucking your skin, moving further down your body. “You did this because you knew I was coming, huh? Or are you just that much of a whore?”

You moan at his words, loving the way he says it. “Oh you like that? Like when I call you a fucking whore?” You mumble an mm-hmm right as he reaches where you needed him the most. “God you have such a pretty pussy, baby. Mind if I have a little taste?”

“Please.” You whimper, and he dives right in. His tongue drags from your entrance, all the way up to your clit. “Fuck, Eddie.” You moan out as his tongue flicks back and forth.

He licks you up and down a few times before focusing on your clit. Attaching his mouth to your aching bud, and sucking it like it was his last meal. You couldn’t speak. It was like he took away your ability to form any kind of words. You’d never felt like this before, never gotten head like this before. He truly was a master, and not just when it came to music.

The filthy sounds of his tongue mixed with your own arousal was nearly enough to send you over the edge. You feel him bring his fingers up to your entrance, playing with it while gathering your wetness. He looks up at you, his mouth still on your cunt, looking for permission to keep going. You nod, and without another word he sinks two fingers into you.

“Oh my- fuck!” You scream out before bringing a hand to your mouth, not wanting to bring attention to what was happening in here. You feel him smile against your pussy, pushing his fingers in and out of you.

His fingers were thick enough, you had no idea how you were supposed to fit, what you assumed, was his even thicker cock. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, not relenting his attack on your clit. He moans into your pussy, sending even more vibrations of pleasure through you. He seemed to really enjoy eating your pussy. Maybe just as much as you were.

He starts to move his fingers faster, flicking his tongue across your clit searching for your orgasm. “Shit, Eddie- Eddie i’m gonna- fuck fuck fuck.” You can’t even make out a cognitive sentence with the pleasure you were feeling.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me. Cum on my face.” That was all you needed to hear before your legs were shaking, closing in on his head as yours was thrown back, cursing his name under your breath.

He keeps thrusting his fingers into you, softly to help you ride out your high. Once your breathing starts to regulate again, he pulls out, placing soft kisses on your thighs before moving up to your mouth. “You okay?” He asks, pecking your lips.

You nod, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Placing your hand on the crotch of his jeans, you can feel just how much he enjoyed that. You palm at his rock hard cock through his pants, while he moans above you into the kiss.

“Can I suck you off?” You ask, continuing to press into him.

“Not gonna last. I need to be inside of you.” He moans, shuffling his pants off as quickly as possible, and you realize that you didn’t have to assume his size anymore. He was big. The biggest you’ve ever seen. Thick too. If you had to picture the perfect dick, he had it.

“Jesus christ.” You mumble, earning a chuckle from him. He spits into his hand, stroking his cock to prepare himself.

“Can I see your tits?” He asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer. He pulls the straps of your dress off, nearly tearing them, and pushes the top of your dress down so that it’s sitting on your waist. “Oh my god, we’re you created by the gods or something?”

“I was created by your best friend.” You smirk, reminding him of who exactly he was about to fuck.

He groans, twisting his eyebrows up. “Don’t remind me.” He places his hands on your tits, rubbing and squeezing them in circles before catching one in his mouth.

You place your hand on the back of his head as he licks and sucks on your nipple, his hand playing with the other before switching places. Once he’s has enough, he steps back, grabbing onto his cock and sliding it up and down your folds.

“Ready?” He asks as you nod furiously. He slides just the tip in, testing the waters. You wince as he stretches you open. It hurts only for a moment, but the earlier tongue fucking definitely helped you get used to it quicker.

He pushes more of his length in, an inch at a time until his balls hit the back of your ass. “Shit you’re so fucking tight. Could bust right now.” He moans before pulling out slightly, and pushing back in.

You grab onto his biceps for leverage as he picks up the pace. You pull him closer to you, pushing his hair to one side while your lips find his neck. He groans at the feeling, grabbing the back of your neck as he rapidly begins thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh my god- that’s it, fuck. Feels so good.” You moan in his ear. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, along with each of your moans. He moves his hands down to your hips, using them to fuck you back into him.

“Who would’ve thought my best friends daughter would be such a filthy fucking whore? Sucking my cock into her pussy like this? God you feel so fucking good on my cock like this.” His words continue to egg you on. You can’t say anything other curse words followed by moans of pleasure as he fucks into you.

You start to feel your high approaching again, embarrassingly quick and he takes notice. He pulls your head into his, pressing your forehead against his. “You gonna cum for me again? Gonna drench my fat cock with your cum? Hmm, baby?” You moan in response, but it’s not enough for him. “Use your words, tell me how good i’m making you feel right now.”

You still can’t find the words, and that’s when you feel a sharp slap across your cheek. “Say. It.” He growls, his thrusts speeding up as his thumb takes place on your clit. He rubs perfect circles on your clit while awaiting a response before slapping his palm across your cheek once again. “What the fuck did I just tell you? Say it.”

“Feels so good Eddie. Love the way your cock fills my pussy, gonna make me cum- fuck!” Your body goes limp as your second orgasm crashes over you. Eddie picks you up by your ass, moving your body against the bathroom door.

“That’s right, dirty slut loves the way I feel inside of her.” His body is keeping you up against the door as he continues to fuck into you with a hurried speed, chasing his own high. “How would she feel if I filled her up with my cum?”

All you can muster is a moan, receiving another slap across the face. “Use your fucking words.”

“Yes please Eddie, fill me up. Cum in me. I wanna feel you, please please please.” The overstimulation is almost getting to be too much as you feel a tear slide down your face.

Although, it doesn’t last long as he gives you a couple more hard thrusts before you feel his seed coating your walls. “Fuuuck.” He moans out, his head falling into your neck.

He stills for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his own orgasm before lifting his head to kiss you. He wipes your tears away before slowly sliding out of you and placing you back on your feet.

“You’re something else.” He laughs, pulling his pants back up.

“So are you.” You smile, fixing your dress. “Who knew old dudes like you could fuck so good?”

He shoots you a look, making you giggle. “Don’t tell your parents about this.”

You furrow your eyebrows and scoff. “Yeah let me just go down there and let them know their best friend just fucked the shit out of their daughter.” He laughs before exiting the bathroom and returning downstairs to the party.

You wait a couple minutes to follow him, not wanting to be suspected of anything. You make your way to your dad, hoping she didn’t notice that you and Eddie went missing.

“There you are honey. Oh what happened to your dress?” You look down, noticing the tear in your strap. You look over at Eddie, seeing the biggest smirk on his face as he sips his beer.

“Must’ve torn it this morning putting it on.” You respond, avoiding eye contact.

“Well you should go out a jacket on, make yourself look a little put together please.”

You sigh, walking away. “Yes daddy.”

You walk past Eddie as he grabs you arm, whispering in your ear. “Yes daddy.”

[andscene-if]

AND SCENE—an 18+ slice of life plunges you, a nepotism baby, into the major spotlight as the lead in a highly anticipated movie, navigating swarms of hate, swirling scandals, dating rumours, false tabloid reports, and invasive paparazzi.

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But hold the popcorn—whispers on the red carpet suggest [MC]'s previous filmography is more "meh" than marvellous.

Is this casting coup the pinnacle of Hollywood nepotism, or will [MC] flip the script and prove they're a force to be reckoned with? Love them or hate them, one thing's for sure: this star-studded spectacle is about to kick off, and only time will spill the juiciest deets straight from the set.

So, grab your shades, folks, because this Hollywood rollercoaster is just getting warmed up and PinkCelebTea will report every step of the way—you know how it is!

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# Choose the movie genre & title + those of your previous 4 films. # Customise your MC & public persona. # Navigate drama in front and behind the screen. # Shoot the movie cover & go on press tour. # Prove you're more than just a nepo kid...or don't. # Romance one out of four love interests. # Maybe even snag a few nominations by the end!

THE CO-STAR [M/F]—Louis/Luana Alvarez.

Appearance: 6'0. Brunette with curly hair (short for m, chest-length for f), pale skin and dark brown eyes. Signature style includes a white shirt/blouse, top buttons undone, and loose pants. Always impeccably dressed, with a flair for full-on glamour on special occasions, such as the red carpet. Personality: Reserved and quiet. While not everyone can pull off that demeanour, they do it flawlessly. Fans absolutely adore their composed exterior, noting, "it adds to their mystique."

THE MAKEUP ARTIST [F] — Red.

Appearance: 5'7. Long ginger hair, tanned skin adorned with freckles, and green eyes. Often dressed in skintight black or dark attire, with a scarlet shade coating her lips. Personality: Red exudes calm confidence with a soft-spoken demeanour, yet she's not one to be underestimated. She holds herself in a thoughtful, sensual, and quick-witted manner.

THE BARTENDER [M/F] — Zayn/Zara Lao.

Appearance: 5'11. Brunette with wavy hair (short for m, just below shoulders for f), tan skin, brown eyes, and a distinctive left brow slit. They've also got tattoos all over their body. Since the club gets hot quickly, you'll usually find them in something small and non-constricting, like a vest top and a pair of jeans. Personality: Unapologetically outspoken, they don't hold back. Blunt yet surprisingly charming, they've become somewhat of a local favourite in the area, rubbing shoulders with the right kind of people.

THE RIVAL [M/F] — Phoenix Ryder.

Appearance: 5'11. Black tightly curled hair (short for m, long for f & often styled differently), dark skin, and brown eyes. They sport a 90s-inspired style—often seen in loose-fitting denim jeans, a breezy shirt/crop top, and adorned with silver rings. Personality: Suave, charismatic, confident, and a touch cheeky—checking all the Hollywood boxes. As noted by many, "a legend in the making."

++contains mentions of alcohol and drug use, violence, explicit language, and optional sexual content++

DEMO TBA | CHARACTER INTROS

reblogs are appreciated :) thanks for reading!!

[chiroptophobiawrites]

Batboys Type Headcanons

(this is literally just a ramble)

Dick Grayson:

Tall women

People who prove they can handle themselves

Pretty people

Cheekbones probably

Kind of muscular body

Doesn’t care much about specific features but rather what it all looks like added up

Independent people

Is a clinger at first glance but actually values distance

Has probably the biggest variety type wise in that he dates very different people

Kind of nurturing people but often in a tough love kind of way

Thigh guy? unsure about him

likes a district sense of style in his partners, usually something that either keeps up with trends or is distinctly them

Jason Todd:

Butt guy, not unsure about that one (and also tummy)

Likes chubby women but also really muscular women

His preference is one of the two but he will go outside of his type

Like he has a type but he doesn’t stick to it

Cause he doesn’t actually seek out partners they just come to him

Also taller women

But then at the same time he is probably the one most likely to like a big height difference as well

so take that as you will

Likes either fighters or nerds

or both

pretty similar to Dick actually

Doesn’t care much about style in his partner, wears athletic clothes 24/7 and would take someone who does the same

Tim Drake

A mess

The one brother who (openly lol) is into guys as well

Likes people who can have a little banter with

Someone who can read him for filth i’m ngl

People around his height or a few inches in either direction

High energy people who can even be all over the place

likes people who are lowkey a stylistic mess, like they will have some cute outfits but it’s very hit or miss (usually miss)

Body type wise is not very picky but tends to attract scrawny little nerds like himself (/j)

boobs guy 10000% does not matter how much

Duke Thomas:

my lil pookie

Hips guy

Likes prominent noses

or actually prominent features in general

Is drawn to someone a bit more no none sense and serious so that he can see how long it takes for them to admit they like him

likes dark hair and especially when it’s long

Likes a sort of ‘tomboy’ clothing style

He is a true romantic and craves love at first sight

but also probably has the least hangups if his partner does not want to be married in the next 2-5 business days

Someone around his height but slightly shorter, but body type wise nothing specific

Damian Wayne (older)

unconventional but also still conventionally attractive???

Like he likes pretty people cause he likes pretty things in general

But they don’t have to fit into the conventional beauty standards, just someone who most people would be like oh wow they are pretty

people who dress alternately in some way shape or form

Legs guy def

needs frenemies to lovers, will die without it

Like he wants a best friend who he can play fight with and also tell everything and also kiss sometimes

likes body mods (piercings, tattoos, contacts, dyed hair, etc.)

either short hair or really long hair no in between

someone his height or a few inches in either direction

[goddessofmischief]

      SPEAK NOW - SHANKS X READER (+ BUGGY)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read.

I need a man. You are still just a boy.

These words tattooed themselves into the back of Shanks' mind until they were all he could remember, burned into him forever. In a short time, that one moment had become his creed and code, his reason for living.

And yet, he had given up on you.

He hadn’t given up on you as a person, or you as a friend - he still cared for you greatly, and respected you greatly. But he had given up any romantic pursuit of you. All he desired now was to become the best man he could be, and to stand by your side while you married Mihawk.

It was right. It felt right.

There was just so much to do, these days, and such little time to do them - normal piracy business of course, but in addition to that, the management of Roger’s health and the planning of a wedding had weighed heavily on his thoughts.

And now it was that day.

You had been getting ready for several hours when Shanks thought maybe he should visit you - that maybe you needed someone, and maybe he should be that someone.

He rose from his seat in the cathedral-

"Buggy, stay with Roger-"

"Hey, what're you doing?"

"I'm going to help her get ready," Shanks responded. "Usually people have bridesmaids for that."

Buggy just grumbled something under his breath.

You'd want him, wouldn't you? You'd want him there? You would want him to help you, like he had always done and would always be there to do, before you took your first steps into a new life?

Shanks was betting that you would.

...

Three knocks at the door.

"Come in," you called out, assuming it wouldn't be Marines or rival pirates or anyone else, assuming that the cathedral filled with the most feared pirates of your time would be enough to protect you.

You were correct in that assumption.

"Feels wrong to see you," Shanks said, closing the door behind him. "Though I guess it shouldn't."

"Is it... is it okay?" you asked, spinning a bit in your dress.

"It's lovely," he said.

"Thanks. Buggy helped me pick it out."

Buggy? Well, he shouldn't have been surprised. He knew you trusted Buggy with things you wouldn't tell him, or perhaps things you felt would be a waste of his time.

"Anything else?" you said, eyes tracing over him.

Yes. Yes. So much else.

"No," he said. "You're perfect."

Shanks was the bigger man. He always had been. In quarrels with Buggy, in competing with Mihawk, in not letting his love for you get in the way of your life. Above all, he refused to let anything keep him from being kind. He refused to cause your unhappiness, even if it met letting you get married without telling you everything he truly felt.

What was there to say, anyway? Later on, Shanks would marvel at the messiness of that age, and how he managed to conduct himself in the first place: his thoughts, his affections, were so new, so unformed. Even if he had insisted you hear him out right then, he wouldn't have even known what to say.

That you were beautiful? The smartest pirate he knew? That he wanted to have you by his side forever?

...Well, maybe he could've started there.

For now, you smiled at him brightly, and moved to kiss him on the cheek. But he moved, right then, as he'd noticed a stray blue hair on your white skirt, and meant to pick it off before you left-

And you kissed him on the mouth, just kissed him, and it was completely on accident but totally on purpose, and it lasted for a long time, maybe forever, maybe two seconds.

"I'm sorry," Shanks said as you broke apart, and you couldn't look at him. Nothing hurt quite as much as that. You held your hand to your mouth, seemingly unable to process what had just happened, and what it meant, and if it really had to mean anything, and you couldn't look at him, and really, nothing hurt quite as much as that.

"It was an accident."

"Yeah, it was," he reassured you. "That's all it was."

He was telling you he'd keep it a secret, that it would never be known, that you could get married and never kiss anyone else again and be a good girl all your life with an unblemished record, and Mihawk would never ever have to know, and every time Shanks looked at you he would want to die, but he would take the secret of that kiss and all that it meant to him to his grave. This was his promise to you, the one he made in the few breaths between sentences, in the breaths between you as you had pulled away.

You nodded to him, and he nodded back.

"Do you want me to get Roger?" Shanks asked finally. "Everyone's out there-"

Suddenly, Buggy burst through the curtains, red-faced.

"Shanks, I need to talk to you."

"What's going on? Where's Roger?"

"Shanks," repeated Buggy, warningly.

"Anything you have to say, you can say it in front of her."

Buggy's eyes flitted from you to Shanks, feeling guilty for what he was about to do.

"Mihawk isn't here," Buggy said, and your heart sank. "...He didn't come."

"He's probably just held up," Shanks assured you. "Maybe he got in a fight or something."

"He sent a letter."

You collapsed to the floor, white dress spilling around you. Shanks stared down at you.

"Alright," said Shanks, rubbing his temple. "...Where the hell is this letter?"

...

Darling,

By the time you read this, I will be gone.

I must start by saying I am madly in love with you, and always will be. I wish more than anything I were there with you now.

Regrettably, I attracted some Marine trouble on my last job. I did not wish to bring it back to you, but I would be lying if I did not confess that is not the only reason why I am not with you today.

The bitter truth is, my name has become more known than I could have predicted. I had planned to be a swordsman, a pirate, and most of all, your husband - but fate has disrupted those plans, making it impossible to return to you now. After I became known as the World's Greatest Swordsman this past summer, thousands have come looking to challenge me and my bounty has tripled. It occurred to me that it would be unwise to lead anything but a solitary life for as long as I am such a wanted man.

Please do not believe this has anything to do with you. I still mean every word of all that I told you. You are the love of my life.

Do not wait for me. I do not know if I can ever return to you, and certainly not how long it will take. My best wishes to your family, and please inform Shanks and Roger of my regrets. They are good people, and I am sorry to have hurt them.

In the meantime, I will think of you.

Yours,

Mihawk.

...

You were inconsolable for days.

It didn't matter how many fights you'd been in, or how much you had escaped, nothing petrified you more than the moment you had to walk back down that aisle, Shanks and Buggy flanking you from either side, while you told all the guests that the groom would not be attending his own wedding.

That Dracule Mihawk had left you.

It took all the convincing in the world from Shanks and Rayleigh to convince Roger not to go after him himself. He couldn't, in his condition, and Shanks was sure it would be the thing that killed him. Besides, Shanks wanted the honor himself, even though he wouldn't allow himself to have it.

He's the bigger man, right? Right?

But he hated how much you wept. It rocked the ship, feeling like the storm was inside the walls rather than in the ocean. You were being torn apart, punished, killed.

"Did I cause it somehow?" you wondered aloud, voicing to Shanks the irrational fear that had been clouding your mind for days. "Did he know that I would-"

"No, don't say that. Please don't say that," he pleaded, softer than you imagined he would. "He sent that letter days before."

Shanks couldn't let the thing that had hurt you the most be his fault.

"Still, is it because he thought-"

"He's a very direct man. If it were anything else, any other reason, he would have said exactly that."

It was true, you knew. He would have. It was something you loved about-

Loved. There it was, that word again. You love Mihawk, present tense. You wouldn't allow yourself to say you loved him. That would mean it was really over, and you couldn't accept that just yet.

And for the fifth time that week, Shanks left your room, feeling more torn up than before, still unable to fully put that kiss into words. It could not be spoken, as that would make it true.

For the first time, Buggy was waiting outside. He and Shanks exchanged looks.

"Is she... better?"

"No," said Shanks. "More of the same."

"Should I...?" Buggy cleared his throat. "Alright. I'll talk to her."

Buggy knew rejection - he felt it a lot - not just from you, but from the world. If anything, you had accepted him the most. Maybe he could offer a fresh perspective.

Whatever he expected to see when he opened that door, it wasn't this. You were still in your dress - the one he picked for you, he remembered with a pang - and lying flat on the floor. Without hesitation, Buggy laid down next to you.

"Well, you look rough."

For the first time since, you laughed. Something about the way he said it, something about the way it struck you. You did look rough, and Mihawk wasn't coming back. The truth was easier to accept when it came from Buggy.

"I'm sorry I've disappeared," you admitted. "It's just been too much."

"I know. It's time to come back, though. Things are getting serious with Roger."

Shanks had declined to share that information with you.

"Is he...?"

"We're disbanding in a week," Buggy confirmed. "After that, I don't know - he's talked about sitting down each of us, so I think he's gonna do something."

"I think he's going to turn himself in," you confessed.

"No way."

"That's what Rayleigh told me he was thinking about."

"Rayleigh never tells me anything. He hates me."

"That's not true."

"...I don't mind."

For awhile, you both sat in silence. It was nice.

And you decide you might change your clothes tomorrow.

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Moonborne

Wyatt Lykensen x Reader

Fandom: Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

Note: This one’s been kicking around in my brain for a while. I think witches would fit in really well into the ZOMBIES world. This takes place after Z2 but before Z3.

Summary: Being the new girl in town is no easy feat, especially in a town full of zombies and werewolves. Wyatt takes a quick interest in you, but will he stick around once he learns about the magic you’re hiding beneath the surface?

Warnings: witchcraft? I guess? Other than that, none, I think.

Word Count: 4.7k

Reader is: A witch, implied to be female (they wear a dress) but I don’t think I ever used she/her pronouns.

You had been somewhat hesitant to move to Seabrook with your family. Something was brewing there, you could feel it in the wind, in the stars when they twinkled. There was magic there, of a few different kinds, which called to your own.

You and your mother were what were called Moonborne witches, a rare bloodline passed down through generations. Meanwhile, your father was a descendant of the Mysticwood coven, which had origins out in Massachusetts. But the Moonbornes were different. The Moonborne Coven had origins right there in Seabrook, which is why after three hundred years, your family was finally moving back.

It had been a few days since you’d moved in. Thanks to your magic, the boxes seemed to unpack themselves. Although, just because things were still…shaky in Seabrook after the introduction of werewolves to the community, you and your parents had decided to glamour for the time being, until you knew things were safe.

So, instead of your usually purple hair, you were rocking a nice, natural, human hair color. It was fine. Glamouring full time did tend to tire you out, but it was a sacrifice that needed to be made to ensure your family wouldn’t get chased out of yet another home.

You’d taken it upon yourself to be the one to paint the front door. It was a witch thing. The front door was to be painted purple, and while you did so, you’d also inscribe it with a protection sigil, to protect the house and bless all the people within it. It was while you were about halfway done that you felt a presence behind you. Two of them, technically. Definitely not human, swirls of magic lingering around their souls, and they smelled heavily of the woods.

Werewolves.

“Excuse me? Sorry to bother you.” One of the wolves, a boy, said. His voice was deep with a slight rasp. It was familiar to you in a way you couldn’t explain. “You just moved in, right?”

You turned around to face the strangers. You were correct. Two werewolves, one boy and one girl. The boy was tall, covered in toned muscle. He had short brown hair with a very distinct white streak near the front of his head, a few purple markings on his face and tattoos on his forearms. He had pointed fangs in his mouth, the tips of his ears coming to a point as well.

The other, the girl, was shorter. She had a wilder energy to her, long straight brown hair with a large chunk of white. He could have been the Alpha, but you didn’t think he was. He had the presence, but not the energy of the first in command.

“Hi. I’m (Y/N). We just moved in, yeah. Nice to meet you.”

The boy looked stuck, a lump in his throat or something of the sort as he stared at you. His breath hitched and his mouth opened, but he didn’t speak, just looking at you with this hypnotized kind of glaze in his eyes.

“Wyatt.” The girl hissed, elbowing him in the stomach.

Wyatt. You repeated in your mind, committing it to memory. It suited him, you decided.

“Oh! Um…” He gathered his thoughts, seemingly tugged back down to earth from wherever his mind had floated off to just then. “Right. Sorry about that. I’m Wyatt, this is Wynter. We’re from the local wolf pack, and we took it upon ourselves to, uh, introduce ourselves, welcome you to the community, and invite you to our picnic this weekend.”

“A picnic? That’s really nice.” You smiled. “I’d love to go. Is it at the park?”

“It is.” Wynter nodded. “Everyone is invited.”

“Do you need us to bring anything?”

Wyatt smiled, warmth in his eyes. “You don’t have to. You can if you want to, though.”

“Okay, awesome. I have a wicked recipe for cake cookies.”

“Cake cookies?” Wynter’s face lit up. “Is it a cake made of cookies or cookies made of cake?”

“They’re cookies, but they’re made from cake mix. They come out super moist and soft.” You explained, chuckling at just how hyperactive she seemed to be, especially compared to her counterpart. “They’re great.”

“They sound like it. So, uh, where did you move in from?”

“Just moved in from Michigan, actually. Kind of beautiful there, but uh…I don’t know, I’m excited to be here.” You shrugged. “This place has a really unique energy to it.”

“Well, don’t let us big scary wolves chase you off.” Wyatt joked, tilting his head at you. There was something glimmering in his eye that you couldn’t quite place. Something mischievous and…maybe even nervous? “I…I have a feeling you’re gonna make a great addition to our town.”

“I think so too.”

***

The day of the picnic, you put on your glamour, baked your cookies, and headed out to the park with your parents. You were nervous; you didn’t really know anyone aside from the werewolves who had showed up on your doorstep, but it seemed this was the whole point, to get to know more people.

You half-expected staring eyes, looks of disgust and fear that usually accompanied you and your family, but you didn’t find them. Sometimes, you almost forgot you could wave your hand and wish away your natural witchy features, blending in seamlessly with humans. It was almost unfair.

“You made it!” A cheery blonde girl beamed, walking up to you. “You must be (Y/N)! I’m Addison and this is Zed!” She introduced the rather tall, lanky zombie boy beside her.

“Nice to meet both of you.” You greeted warmly. You held up your container full of cookies. “Where should I put these?”

“I can set them with the rest of the food.” Zed offered, taking the container from you and bringing it over to one of the tables.

“Did you make those yourself?”

“Yeah, I did. I like baking.” You shrugged. “Didn’t have much time to before the move, all the packing and whatnot.”

“Oh, I bet. Well, I’m super glad you guys moved here! If you need anything let me know.” Addison said, her voice sincere.

“I will.” You promised. Your parents were off with the other adults, chatting. You wandered for a bit before walking right into a tall, warm, muscled body. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Of course it was Wyatt, his fanged grin confident and warm. “You came.”

“Of course I did. This is all great. Do you all do this often?”

“Only when the weather is this nice.” He motioned around at the perfect blue sky on the warm, sunny day. “And on full moons, but that’s more of a wolf thing.”

“Gotcha, gotcha.” You nodded.

“Want a hotdog? Bonzo and I just finished grilling them. We have vegetarian options, too, if you don’t do meat.” He offered, making sure to cover all of his bases.

“I’ll have a hotdog, yeah.” You chuckled. “The meat kind is fine. You guys have mustard?”

“We’ve got a little bit of everything.” He offered you his arm and, blushing, you took it, letting him guide you through the food options. You couldn’t ignore his warmth, nor the way his touch set your fingers tingling, your heart racing.

Something zinged through you, a floating, burning feeling. You’d never felt it before, but you’d heard whispers of it among the few remaining members of the Moonborne Coven. Strange things were said to happen when werewolves and witches crossed paths.

You pushed the thoughts out of your head. Wyatt was kind. He was beyond kind, actually. And already you could tell there was more to your connection than what lay on the surface.

***

After the picnic, Addison promptly got your number and added you to several groupchats, most of them including Wyatt as well as the other wolves, a handful of Zombies, and her friend Bree. They welcomed you with open arms, and it wasn’t long before they’d invited you to hang out with them. They’d agreed to meet at the bowling alley.

“I haven’t been bowling in ages.” You grinned, putting on the neon pink and green bowling shoes you’d rented.

“I haven’t been bowling ever.” Wyatt replied, putting on his shoes as well, tying them carefully despite the long claws he sported.

“Never?”

“It wasn’t until recently that we were actually let into town.” Wyatt told you, his demeanor shifting a little. He shrugged. “It’s nice, though. I like it here and I’m glad things are turning around.”

“That’s good.” You agreed. “People are really weird about differences and it sucks.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I mean, that’s kind of why we moved here. We heard things were getting…better. Still not perfect, but better. Our last town was really closed-minded, especially about…well, everything supernatural, I guess.”

“You’re human, though.” Willa said, her eyes narrowing at you as you spoke with her brother. It seemed she was always listening. “Why do you care what other humans think of us?”

You hesitated. “Right. Yeah, but…I don’t know, it doesn’t mean I have to put up with hatred.”

Wyatt smiled. “That’s really awesome, actually.”

“Thanks.” You chuckled. “Be the change you want to see and all that.”

You stood up, going to get a bowling ball, Wyatt close behind you.

“I’m sorry about her. She gets a little…defensive.”

“Don’t be sorry. After everything you guys have been through, I couldn’t blame her for being cautious. I’m a stranger. It makes sense to make sure I’m actually a decent person before getting comfortable.” You chuckled.

“Well, for the record, I think you’re more than a decent person.” He winked, causing you to laugh.

“Thanks.” You picked a pastel purple bowling ball off of the rack, weighing it in your hands before deciding it was adequate.

“So teach me, how do I pick a good one? I wanna make sure I’ve got a fighting chance at beating you.” Wyatt asked, playful. This was fun, you decided, getting flirted with by a werewolf. You kind of hoped it would continue, if you were honest.

Once you all picked your balls of choice, Bonzo set up the bowling games on the handful of lanes you were occupying and you all got started. You couldn’t help but notice, however, Wyatt coughed a bit, his eyes flashing yellow. You felt it in his magic, then, something flickering. Something wrong.

“You okay?” You asked him, turning to him in concern.

“What? Oh, yeah.” He nodded, stifling another coughing fit. “Allergies.”

You didn’t think that was the case, but you’d have to keep an eye on him. It was concerning.

***

A few weeks later and Wyatt’s condition hadn’t improved. In fact, you were pretty sure it was getting worse. You took it upon yourself to study up, turning to the several books your parents kept on every magical creature they could find. It came in handy, especially when moving to an area where they were the most common in the known world.

You scanned the books and found one on werewolves, plucking it from the shelf. As soon as you pulled it, however, the book next to it fell off of the shelf as well, sitting on the floor. It had a brown cover, but the letters on the front of it were embossed in a metallic, shining silver.

Moonborne.

“Huh.” You said, bending down to pick it up. You set it back on the shelf and turned around to leave with your book on werewolves, but heard a thud behind you. Sure enough, when you turned back around, it was sitting on the floor, innocent. “Okay…”

You picked it up off of the floor. Whatever was in the book wanted to be read and who were you to deny it. That was the thing about magic, sometimes it knew what you needed more than you did. You left the study and started to walk back to your bedroom to do your own research when you heard your mom calling you downstairs.

“(Y/N)! Your friends are here!”

“Coming!” You called back, glamouring as fast as you could and setting the books down on your way to the door, where Addison, Bree, Eliza, Willa, and Wynter were standing, dressed for a day on the town. “Oh, hey guys. What’s up?”

“We’re going shopping for dresses for the Summer Solstice Celebration! You wanna come?”

“Oh! Uh, sure! Let me grab my purse.”

“Here.” Your mom handed it to you, urging you out the door. She loved that you were fitting in so well already, but she had something else in her eyes. Her intuition was the best in the house; you had no doubt she knew something you didn’t.

“Thanks. I’ll be back later.”

She winked. “I know you will.”

The girls took you to a place downtown, a cute little dress boutique full of dresses for the occasion.

“So, you guys celebrate the Solstice? That’s really cool.” You noted, browsing the racks.

“It’s a wolf thing.” Wynter explained. “We used to celebrate it back when the witches still lived here.”

“Wait, there were witches in Seabrook?” Addison asked, her eyes wide with excitement. You really did love her enthusiasm for the supernatural. The world needed more of that. “What…happened to them?”

“They left.” Willa all but growled. “Our pack used to be bonded to their coven and they left us here as soon as things got tough.”

Your heart was racing, cheeks basically on fire. You didn’t know Willa was harboring such harsh feelings for your coven, and given that none of them knew you were a witch, you couldn’t speak on it without outing yourself immediately. You were trapped between a rock and a hard place.

“Oh, come on, Willa. They were chased out. They didn’t…I don’t think they meant to leave.” Wyatt’s voice was unmistakable, even though you didn’t expect him to be there. Your head whipped around at the sound of his voice. He looked…weaker than when you’d last seen him, dark bags around his eyes.

“Wyatt, why are you here?” Wynter asked. “I thought you were getting some sleep.”

“I probably should be.” He chuckled, shrugging. “But I knew you’d all be here and…I wanted to talk to (Y/N).”

You tilted your head, smiling softly. “Me? You can always text or call me, you know.”

He grinned, taking a few steps closer to you. “I know, but uh…I wanted to do his in person.” Wyatt stopped in front of you, his hand rising to your face, clawed fingers careful, tentative, like he was waiting for you to wince away from his touch. Instead, you took his other hand with your own, savoring the warmth he always seemed to exude.

“What?”

He took a nervous breath. “(Y/N), will you go to the Solstice Celebration with me?”

“Yeah, of course I will.” You nodded, eyes sparkling as you looked up at him. “I…really like you, Wyatt.”

Wyatt sighed in relief, the tension rolling out of his shoulders. “Awesome. That’s…that’s great because I really like you too, (Y/N).”

“YES!” Zed burst out of one of the changing rooms, pumping his fist in the air. “I told you she’d say yes, dude! Congrats, both of you.”

“Zed?” Addison questioned, laughing.

“Hey, babe.” He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek on his way to Wyatt. “Now that that’s settled, it’s boy’s night!”

Bonzo, also coming out of a dressing room, shouted what you assumed was the equivalent of “BOY’S NIGHT!” in zombie and followed the others out the front door, Wyatt, looking back at you the whole way out, grinning like an idiot.

“That was…weird. Very on-brand for Zed, though.” Eliza laughed.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so excited! I can’t believe he finally asked you out!” Addison squealed. “He’s liked you since the day he saw you.”

“He has?” You grinned, heart racing. “Awwww…”

“I know you don’t need me to tell you this, but if you break his heart—”

“Willa, chill.” Eliza said, rolling her eyes. “We’re all friends.”

Willa, surprisingly backed off, choking down her next words.

“Anywayssss, what do you want to wear? I think you’d look really pretty in this one.” Addison held up a pastel purple dress.

“That’s pretty, but…” Your fingers wandered to a floor-length glittering black down hanging on the next rack. “I think this might be the one…”

***

The Solstice had arrived, finally. The morning of, you and your parents celebrated privately, as you always did on your witchy holidays, and put on your glamours for the day. Your mother had a club meeting with the other mothers in town, your father had to pop into the office for a bit, and you had to get ready with the girls.

They were all assembled at Addison’s house, getting into their dresses, doing their makeup and hair. Addison helped you with yours, pulling your hair up into a bun and accessorizing with a few sparkly clips, sealing it with hairspray. If there was anything the cheerleaders knew, it was hair. You did your own makeup, sitting in a chair in front of the mirror. Willa stared at you for a long moment. You half-expected her to confront you again, but instead, she approached you with an eyeliner pen.

“Hey, um…could you do mine?” She asked tentatively. “Yours looks really good, and I don’t want to mess mine up.”

“Yeah, of course!” You hopped up out of the chair and let her take your spot instead. She handed you the eyeliner and you got in close, carefully and expertly doing some basic eyeliner. “Do you want wings?”

“Um, sure.”

“Big thick ones, or thinner, sharper ones?”

“Big, bold ones.” She replied, confident.

“Coming right up.” You finished the lines to her specifications, proud of your handiwork. You stepped away so she could take a look for herself.

Willa smiled, looking at her reflection. “Thank you. They look great.”

“Anytime.”

“And…I’m sorry, for everything. I guess I still have my walls up when I should be letting them down, getting to know people. It wasn’t fair of me to treat you like that.”

“It’s okay, Willa. I get it. You…you guys have been through a lot. More than I can imagine. You’re the Alpha, the protector. It makes sense that you’d want your pack to be safe, your brother or otherwise. I never took it personally.”

“I really appreciate that.” She smiled, putting her hand on top of yours. “And I think you and my brother are going to be great together.”

“How…how is he, by the way?” You asked, concerned. “I know he’s got something going on, but…”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” She nodded. “Maybe ask him about it tonight. Let him know he’s on your mind.”

“I will.” You were a little confused by what she meant, but werewolves loved their secrets, and you figured she was leaving it up to him to tell you this one, whatever it was.

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Addison announced, rushing to get the door in her pretty pink dress.

The doorbell rang three more times before she got to it. Unsurprisingly, it was Zed and the guys on the other side, Zed being the one who rang the doorbell repeatedly.

“Babe! You look great!” You heard him compliment loudly while the boys shuffled in to see how you were all dressed.

Wyatt stood in the doorway for a long time, staring at you, looking absolutely starstruck. He swallowed. “W-wow. (Y/N), you look amazing.”

He had cleaned up nice, himself, wearing a sharp black suit, a purple bowtie with a moon pattern on it the only thing that called back to his usual attire.

You smiled. “Thank you. You look really nice, Wyatt.”

“Thanks.” He held out a little plastic box with a corsage in it, a white rose surrounded by smaller, purple flowers. “This is for you.”

You admired it for a long moment. “It’s beautiful.”

“I tried to find one as beautiful as you, but this was as close as I could get.” He told you, his voice soft and sincere, hints of that wolfy confidence in his tone as he slid the bracelet onto your wrist.

“You keep talking like that, I’m gonna melt into a puddle right here on the floor.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” He chuckled. “How would I take you to the dance, then?”

You shook your head at him, laughing as he offered you his arm, escorting you out to the limo. Addison’s mom, the mayor, had pulled some strings and you were grateful she did. You sat down next to Wyatt and he settled an arm on the seat behind you. After a moment, he coughed into his other elbow, eyes glowing golden once more and his moonstone shining. It was a pretty bad coughing session, and it obviously hurt him a lot. You were worried.

“Wyatt, are you alright?” You asked again, concern in your eyes.

“I’m okay.” He insisted, nodding. “I…well, I will be.”

Before you could ask what that meant, the rest of the group joined you in the limo and you took off, headed for the dance, which was being held in the town’s community center, a large, modern building that they used to host all kinds of holiday events, according to Addison. This was the first time, however, that a summer solstice had been celebrated there.

You were all making Seabrook history, in a way, and you were about to make even more. Wyatt escorted you inside, where people were laughing and dancing around on the dance floor. There was a table of snacks and beverages, and the DJ of the evening was none other than Addison’s cousin, Bucky, who looked like he was having almost too much of a good time.

The group of you took some pictures together, chatting, dancing around and having a good time. Finally, Bucky played something slow and you looked up to catch Zed standing beside him, flashing Wyatt a thumbs-up.

He took a nervous breath and turned to you. “Hey, do you wanna dance?”

“I’d love to.” You told him, taking his hand and walking out to the dance floor with him. Wyatt’s hands found your waist and tugged you closer to him as your arms settled around his shoulders while you swayed to the slow song. It was nice, dancing with him, being so close to him. It felt cosmic. Even though he didn’t know about your magic, didn’t know you were anything more than human, there was an undeniable bond between the two of you in the way only a witch and a werewolf could be bonded.

“Hey, um…could we actually go outside for a second?” He asked, eyes nervous and brimming on golden. You could tell there was a lot going on in that head of his.

“Yeah, of course. Come on.” You two walked out the door leading to the garden, which was decorated for the occasion as well, twinkling lights draped around a beautiful wooden gazebo. He led you into it, sitting on the bench within and staring up at the stars before looking back at you.

“Um, so…You like me, right?” He felt the need to check. “Like you really like me?”

“Of course I do, Wyatt, what’s going on?” You took his hand, tilting your head.

“I—” He coughed again, turning his face away from you, eyes glowing as bright as the twinkling lights all around you. Once he finally had his composure, he tried again. “This. All of this is because I’ve been hiding something from you. I just, well, I didn’t know how to tell you without…scaring you away.”

“Whatever it is, you could never scare me away. I promise. I…honestly, Wyatt, I knew there was a reason we moved here and I thought it was just that the people here would be more accepting, and they are…but the real reason we moved here is you. It has to be.”

He took a long breath, nodding. “I’m really glad you said, that actually. Because, well…I imprinted on you. That day we met.” He let out a huge breath, his eyes glowing for a moment before settling again, as though things were shifting back into place within him now that he’d finally gotten it off of his chest. “I…I imprinted on you. You’re…well, if you accept me…you’d be my mate someday. But again, I understand if…if that’s not something you want.”

You stared at him for a long moment, letting the information settle in your mind before you rushed into his arms, pulling them around yourself and resting your cheek against his shoulder. “I want that, Wyatt. I want you. I…”

“Oh thank the moon.” He let out a relieved sigh, holding you tighter and letting his head rest against yours. “This is going a lot better than I thought it would.”

“Good. But uh…there actually is one more thing.” You pulled away from him to look at him. “You haven’t been the only one keeping secrets.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not human, Wyatt.”

He took a long inhale, as though he was trying to get a whiff of what you actually were, deep down, but the glamour did a lot of things, one of which being it covered your natural scent. “You smell human.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I bet. I…I think it’s probably just easier to show you.” You lifted a hand, summoning your magic to your fingertips and letting it cascade down your face and hair, taking off the glamour you’d used to hide for so long. You got a little choked up, tears welling in your eyes as you revealed yourself, your true self, for the first time in a very, very long time, purple hair cascading down your shoulders.

His expression melted as soon as he saw your tears, cupping your face in his warm hands and resting his forehead against yours, memorizing this new scent of yours. “Don’t cry. It’s okay. It’s okay, I promise. I…I love you (Y/N).”

You choked on a sob, meeting his eyes. “I love you, too.”

“So you’re…you’re a witch?” He asked carefully.

You nodded against him. “I’m a Moonborne. My family’s coven is from here. Willa was right. We…we abandoned you. I don’t know why they didn’t stay here and it took us so long to come back, but—”

“But you’re here now. And you’re mine. And…you’re not going anywhere this time, right?” he checked, eyes searching your own for confirmation that this was permanent.

“Right.” You nodded, whispering your promise to him. “We’re staying right here.”

He admired you for a long moment before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours, careful not to get you with his fangs. You melted against him, kissing him deeply as fireworks went off in the sky. When you returned to the friend group in a few moments, you knew everything would change. They would know who you really were, your secret would be out on the table and Wyatt would be your boyfriend.

But really, there was no way you would rather have it.

You and Wyatt walked back into the dance, hand in hand, your hair bold and purple. The others cheered, supportive and excited for you on all accounts.

“Love the new look!” Bree complimented. “But how did you do your hair so fast?”

“I’m…I’m a witch, you guys. I’m sorry I hid it from all of you for so long, but…my parents and I have been chased out of so many homes and Seabrook is the first place that’s actually felt…safe.”

“You’re a witch?” Wynter asked, looking you up and down.

And while you expected Willa to change her opinion of you once again, her expression softened too. She got it. You knew she would. “Witch or human or anything else…you’re part of our pack, (Y/N). Thank you for showing us who you really are.”

You took a long breath, giving Wyatt’s hand a little squeeze, which he reciprocated, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Though you had been afraid of Seabrook and what you might find there, now, you knew it was where you were meant to be. It had been your ancestor’s home, and now it was yours, and you knew it would be for the rest of your life.

[appledashbitch]

rainbow dash human headcanons wooo!! (going to be mad long j a warning)

she is 19. i actually do not like the idea of her being short/average height! I see her as ab 5’9 so tall but not taller than applejack duh

she is def very thin but toned!! she just zooms around toooo much for me to think she’s jacked 😢 i HIGHLY dislike it when people use bra sizes as a guide bc they vary so much depending on the band sizes. she is flat chested like let’s be real here. i also j LOVE this idea of rarity basically forcing her do to modeling for her fashion designs bc of her proportions and because everyone loves rarity she will do it just for her 😏

ethnically i like the idea of her being hispanic & white, was thinking along the lines of colombian or cuban?? and then i feel like the white would be italian, specifically having an italian mom bc they are something! skintone i see her as very tan. naturally and due to being outdoors allll the time

it’s time to discuss the classic one.. what is rainbow dash’s sexuality? my idea is she would only ever date a girl because she is literally a gay horse but BUT she is not opposed to getting w/ men. this is because she is kind of a slut! i just see her having a higher libido and not giving a fuck about being “ran through” bc she knows it’s all misogynistic bullshit. i also feel like she ends up getting w/ a lot of her friends bc she is just that bitch. definitely twilight, rarity, pinkie, & aj. no fluttershy bc she sees her as the sister she never had.

appearance-wise she mainly wears shorts, jeans kinda like a levi’s 501, crop tops and sweats. she will dress up depending on the occasion. she is obsessed with converse for sure. she has a bunch of ear piercings and three big tattoos. one of them is ofc a pair of wings on her back, then lightning bolts under one ribcage and clouds under the other. in general she is very pretty and she in fact cares a lot about her appearance. she keeps her hair about armpit length because she feels more traditionally feminine that way, and she keeps it up all the time. i’m thinking naturally light brown hair and blue eyes and she would eventually bleach her hair and dye it rainbow.

she has ADHD, PTSD, and seasonal depression, with the PTSD and seasonal depression stemming from a major car accident she was in at 14 that killed both of her parents and severely injured her. she kinda “copes” with it by smoking a ton of weed during the off season from soccer since she wouldn’t want to test positive for any drugs & she just for sure has a thing for beer and cider. scotch if she wants to get really fucked up

last but not least, applejack ❤️ she has had a crush on applejack for FOREVER and after they drunkenly hookup AJ begins to see her in this way.

okay that’s it! that’s my dashie. i feel like there’s a LOT of potential for fanfic writing with all of these headcanons so we’ll see how it goes

[ldrfanatic]

Hiii! How are you?

Milk with slytherin boys please?

I apologize in advance this is my first time making a request so i hope its ok :)

Physically: i'm short 5'0, i have fair skin, rosy cheeks, i'm a little chubby, i have an hourglass body shape, a little tummy, thicc thighs, i have a small button nose, a heartshaped face, foggy green eyes, hooded lids, i have meduim size lips? If that makes sense. I have dyed copper hair, bangs, a long wolfcut type of haircut, my hair go down to the middle of my back. About me: i'm French,i can speak english, sign language and learning italian. i'm funny. I'm autistic, and i have general anxiety disorder, i have verbal tics, i often do 'pop' sounds with my mouth or reapete things out loud sometimes on a loop, (TW: I grew up in an abusing setting and i have scars, bad ones, especially on my back.) I'm insecure. My love language is giving the bigger half when i'm sharing, or giving anything really. The Way i liked to be loved is through words of affirmation and physical touch. I'm very forging, I like to make my own opinion on people, i'm the mom friends. I have a short temper when i'm stressed, i am very blunt, i'm not scared to speak my mind, of i like people i compare them to bugs or animals as they are my special intrests. If i had to describe my style it would be fairy grunge? Like long skirts, knitted sweaters (the soft kind not witchy cause few sensory issues), converses or sandales, golf jewlery i can also be dressed in full black, form fitting maxi dress with new rock or naked wolfe type of shoes. I love music, anything. And i mean it. Pop, alt, rock, metal, screamo, indie, country, rap. But mostly 2000s 2010s music for the nostalgia. My favorite s'ingère is Billie Eilish. I love doing crafts, i do crochet, i love reading books (dark romance/fantaisie/fiction) i'm a 'nerd', i love happy Potter, lord of the rings, the Hobbit, i love vampires, i love video games, such as animal crossing, SIMS unpacking, and cozy games but as the last of us, the walking dead, until dawn, the quart etc. I have a black cat. I'm a picky eater, potatos are my safe food though, i'm more of a sweet person than savory, brownies are my favorite desserts, I smell like vanilla. Roses and hydrangeas are my favorite flowers. I love trinkets, i collect pretty much any pretty thing i find, twigs, Shells, rocks, little lost things like beeds, crystals, sometimes little toys. I love plushies, i have a teddy bear and a white tiger. I'm a night owl. I love looking at the moon (i have a moon phase tattoo between my boobs. And sun tattoos around my nipples ) i also love taking pictures especially polaroid of people and animals :)

I hope that was enough, thank you for taking time out of your day to read, and thank you for writting.

Again, CONGRATS ON THE 1,000💕💃🏻

Much love ♡

Thank You Soooo Much @alygatorcow !!

1000 follower celebration my bookcase

This one took some thinking but I’m gonna pair you with our sweet Theodore Nott. I know what you might be thinking but hear me out.

Theo is a little tall but he lovesss having short girlfriends. (even if you were 5’7 tho he’d still adore you). Theo likes that you’re all cute and little and he can just hug you and you fit so easily in his arms. (I have a tall bf yall and he tells me all the time how cute and “widdle” I am).

He also adores your figure and won’t accept anything else for an answer. His mother always taught him that the most important thing in a woman is a good heart. really though, he just loves thick thighs and likes having something to hold onto.

Theo thinks that it’s really hot that you can speak French. He helps you learn italian and you try and help teach him french but he struggles enough sometimes with english so that endeavor was quickly put on hold.

At first, the noises you make are very foreign to Theodore, but once he understands them and you, he comes to appreciate them as just a part of who you are and he loves you for it.

Growing up with his father, who used to hit him and his mother, Theo also has scars. He doesn’t like to talk about them but he will with you if you want him to. More than anything, Theo tries to comfort you. He knows what it’s like to have that sort of background and when people get angry, he knows that it comes from a place of care but also he realizes that he always finds it more helpful when people are just there for him rather than when they get angry. So that’s what he does for you.

Finally, Theo loves your tattoos and your style. He really has a thing for your long skirts he thinks they make you look very fairy like and ethereal. He’s not a night owl I wouldn’t say, but it’s very cute when he tries to stay up as late as possible with you. His eyes will get all droopy and his accent will get a little thicker. He will however, do really sweet romantic gestures for you that are very personal like creating or buying you a display case that you can put all the stuff you collect and he will listen to you talk about all of it for hours on end.

theo’s nicknames for you include:

- love bug

- piccola fata (little fairy)

- sunflower (given to you after a particularly cute little date to a sunflower field)

tysm for this request!!! tysm for being a follower and let me know if I got anything wrong. I tried to include as much information as possible without making it like a book for you to read 😅💚

[philomenie]

MOON HILL

4 Beings from a different time, a different world than today. Rivals, friends, allies from the beginning of time. 4 magical beings, long separated, now reunited to save what means the most to them.

Moon Hill

Nicholas: Peuchen, vampire-like winged serpent, demon

Joakim: Fenris, Fenrir, wolf-like demigod

Nick: Kerberus, hellhound

Noah: Yokai, demon, Chi o nomu hito, blood-drinker, also Kyuketsuki, vampire

CN Fantasy, Mystery, Mention of Blood, Torture, Killing, Betrayal

ONE

NOAH

It is rainy, nothing else he expected from this cold part of the world, people scurrying crouched through the gathering darkness.

Bored, the strikingly tall man watches them for a while with his dark, almond-shaped eyes,

Humans... necessary for the sole purpose of feeding him! To make them subservient to him, to manipulate them into thinking that they have come of their own free will, that they are masters of their own senses, goals and thoughts.

A sneer forms around his mouth.

The rain has soaked his chin-length hair and drops are falling onto his black trench coat with the collar turned up.

He is also dressed in black in other respects, his black suit trousers, black leather belt, elegant black ankle-high boots, his tight-fitting turtleneck sweater that hugs his muscular upper body and whose collar he can pull over his lower face if necessary.

His hands are hidden in black leather gloves.

His most sacred possession, the katana of his ancestors, is hidden from view on his back under his coat.

In public, he hardly shows himself in any other way, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to himself, to his body, his skin covered with tattoos, sigils and incantations, signs of his power and strength.

He is a yokai, a demon, older than mankind.

Chi o nomu hito, they called him in his old homeland, Japan, blood-drinker. Or kyuketsuki, vampire!

And that's what he is, a vampire, a blood-drinker who has wiped out entire families and clans, sometimes in a single night.

He was feared even among the other yokai, the only one who never feared him was Yuki Onna.

As always, his heart sinks at the thought of her. Now is not the time for feelings, he gruffly frees himself from them, concentrates, watches and waits.

"You're late! What kept you?" his voice dark and quiet.

"The weather, I don't like wet!"

Noah looks mockingly at the smaller man next to him, "You're getting old Nicholas, in the past even a hailstorm wouldn't have stopped you!"

"Times are changing! And don't tell me you're still as impetuous and reckless as you were in the beginning!"

Noah growls in reply.

Nicholas strokes his arms several times.

"What are you doing?" Noah wants to know.

"Trying to dry my feathers, I want to be able to use them and not have to crawl!"

"You think it's necessary to change?"

Nicholas laughs coldly, "What did you think? That we'd just march in there in human form and the guards would just leave him to us? After all this time?"

"I thought we could deal with them like that, yes. After all, we're older than them and stronger!" Noah's gaze remains fixed on the road.

Nicholas looks at him skeptically out of his blue-gray piercing eyes, then shakes his head with his shoulder-length, raven-black hair. The weather is really getting to him.

Like Noah, he is also dressed completely in black, but in tight black jeans, a black sweater, a wool short coat and a scarf. He also wears black leather gloves.

He is a Peuchen, a demon like Noah, fire his element. In its original form, it is a powerful winged serpent that drinks the blood of its victims and tears their bodies apart.

His human form is also covered in tattoos, sigils and incantations. Like Noah, he is feared by his kind.

"Where is Folio?" he wants to know from his old friend, "late too?"

"No, Folio is watching the entrance for us!"

"I hope not in his original form!"

"I strongly assume he is, if not human, then at least a simple representative of his species!"

"I wouldn't put anything past our hellhound!" growls Nicholas. "That's why Joakim is in this position in the first place!"

Noah sighs, "I know, but today is finally the day we're going to change that. And then they will pay, for every single day!" His eyes blaze with anger and vengeance.

"It's going to be a celebration, just like before!" Nicholas' face lights up with anticipation.

"Just like before, my friend! And then we'll be united again, no one will be able to stop us. We will regain our sanctuary and protect it for eternity!"

"So it shall be, so it shall be!"

"Once we have freed him, we have to find the Völva, the Kami Izanagi has made it clear. We won't succeed without the Völva!"

Nicholas snorts, "And has your kami made it any clearer where we should find these Völva?"

"We will cross her path, those were his words!"

"Well then, nothing can go wrong!" Nicholas barks sarcastically.

Noah's eyes narrow, "You dare to doubt the words of a kami, a god?"

"Since when do you listen to gods?" Nicholas laughs with amusement.

"Since everything went wrong, I at least give their words a hearing and a chance!"

"Yuki...." is as far as Nicholas gets.

"Leave it!" hisses Noah, "she's unreachable, and that's a good thing!"

Nicholas looks at his friend skeptically.

"When Folio comes back, which should be soon, it's on!" Noah's eyes glow black; through his open mouth, Nicholas can see his friend's fangs grow longer. Noah's thirst for blood has awakened.

Now he can't resist it, at the thought of the blood of their enemies, his fangs also flare out and his skin begins to shimmer like iridescent snakeskin.

FOLIO

To avoid attracting attention, he has turned himself into a dog. It's beneath him, but he owes Joakim, and he knows that his old friend will make him pay when they free him.

It's his fault that they found Joakim, that they kept him bound for so long.

It's not as if they hadn't tried to firee him before, but the Norns threw a spanner in the works. Let it be his fate....

Folio shakes his head in disgust, having to submit to those three old, blind women back then was the hardest thing ever. He would have loved to crush them all with his powerful jaws. But before he could even reach them, they would have cut Joakim's fateful thread and his friend would have been lost beyond repair.

Noah then called him and Nicholas back, complied, he had never seen Noah angrier.

Joakim's desperate roar back then, when he realized that even his friends couldn't do anything, still rings in his ears today.

Scowling, he turns his attention back to the tall, elegant building in front of him.

It is well protected, invisible to the human eye, but he is not human, he is Kerberus, the hound of hell.

The magical sigils and runes are cleverly embedded in the façade. The billowing energy fields generated by them can be broken by normal mortals. Impenetrable for magical beings, demons, gods and demigods.

But Noah is certain that it is possible today, as his kami Izanagi has assured him. Let's hope he's right. Folio remembers all too well the painful, unsuccessful attempts to penetrate the field.

There, the roller shutters on the doors and windows of the building close. The time has come.

Folio sets off, quickly running along the streets on all fours.

But before he arrives at the agreed meeting point, he wants to change. He will certainly not appear before his friends as a simple street dog - that would be beneath him.

Nicholas would let him feel that for a long time. He can clearly imagine Noah's appraising looks. He stops behind the wall of a house where he has changed beforehand, looks around and makes sure that no one can see him. Then he begins his transformation.

His limbs become longer and stronger, the mangy fur gradually disappears and human skin becomes visible. His jaws recede, his ears become human. He straightens up, he is strong, the smallest of the friends, covered in tattoos, sigils and incantations just like them.

He quickly grabs his bag, which he has left there, and gets dressed, also in black. Jeans, sweatshirt, boots, leather jacket, he puts a baseball cap on his short brown hair and pulls the shield low over his face.

He starts to move, he has to hurry now, he doesn't want to be responsible for them missing the time slot.

When he arrives at the meeting point, he sees that Nicholas has now joined Noah.

It's good to see everyone together again and hopefully they'll all be back together tonight.

"Folio, good to see you, man!" Nicholas slaps him amicably on the shoulder!

"Likewise, good to be reunited!"

"We're not reunited yet!" Folio winces slightly at Noah's sharp objection.

Damn this cold blood-drinker always manages to make him look like a failure. Folio angrily meets his gaze.

"Not yet, but we're going to change that today!" Folio sticks his chin out at Noah, belligerently.

Noah ignores the objection, asking instead, "What's the situation there, everything quiet?"

"Yes, the mortals have left the building, all the rolling gates are closed. The sigils and runes still activated when I left. Are you really sure about the date, Noah?"

"I'm sure today is the day, the night, when the Bound One will be freed!"

"Your word is in the ears of the gods!" sighs Nicholas.

"The gods now?" Noah suddenly grins at Nicholas.

"This lot must be good for something!" he snaps.

"What do we do now?" Folio wants to know.

"We'll go to the building and wait until the power of the seals breaks!" Noah replies calmly.

"THAT'S the plan?" Folio is stunned, Nicholas also looks worried.

"That's the plan!" confirms Noah.

"And then what? Do we just march in, greet the guards, and traipse underground to free Joakim from his damn shackles?! And we'll stop by the Norns in between? Or what?!" Folio gets louder and louder.

"Something like that!" Noah's voice still calm.

"Nicholas, you say something! This is madness!"

"Well, that's probably how his kami Izanagi saw it!" Nicholas' voice also full of doubt.

"His kami? Noah you and a god?" Folio couldn't be more stunned.

"Desperate times, force one to desperate acts and unusual alliances. And you know exactly what's at stake! You know very well why it came to this in the first place!" Noah's voice is as cold as ice.

Folio winces "I know it's my fault, I didn't think they'd find him....."

"Yes Folio, that's the problem, you THOUGHT!" Noah's voice and look disparaging.

Folio would like to hit him, to transform and tear the arrogant blood-drinker's neck apart with one of his powerful jaws while the others tear his body apart. But he knows that before he could even change into his demon form, Noah would have cut him in two with his katana.

Nicholas couldn't have stopped him. Noah is faster than the wind, even in human form he is superior to most demons, magical beings and demigods. Even gods would have a problem with him, as he has proven several times.

Transformed, he is the bringer of death to all. That is why he is the leader of the small group.

Even Joakim, as a demigod, has subordinated himself to him. Not from the beginning, there were fierce battles between the two. But he was no match for Noah.

NICHOLAS

Nicholas is skeptical, if THIS is supposed to be the plan, then he doesn't know either. He had expected something more when Noah contacted him.

He had sensed all along that something was changing.

The sanctuary had always been guarded by one of them, but the complete absence of the fourth guardian, Joakim, had slowly but steadily changed the balance of power.

He felt the dark, all-consuming nothingness growing ever more powerful, stretching its claws out at them, at everyone else.

Not that he or any of his friends were among the light figures of the known world, no, certainly not, but this nothingness that suddenly appeared changed everything.

Light and dark were now forced to make a pact against a common enemy.

Hence Noah's collaboration with the kami Izanagi. He could never have imagined this in his wildest dreams.

He is also not sure how Joakim will react to this news. He's probably fed up with gods for the time being.

Joakim's father Loki tried to intervene at the time, but to no avail, Odin was too angry with the Fenris wolf, had him bound, broke his power.

Nicholas sighs, none of this would have happened if Folio hadn't been in love with Skadi and accidentally revealed Joakim's whereabouts to her. Moon Hill, the sanctuary of them all.

The gods invaded it, captured him and bound him in Asgard with the thread Gleipnir.

Even Joakim could not break it, as it was made by the dwarves.

Gods are a sneaky lot, Nicholas is sure.

If anything goes wrong today, he fears that the divine wrath will descend on them all. These arrogant, ignorant Asen still don't understand what's at stake and Odin would probably rather kill the Fenris wolf than set him free. Out of sheer fear that Joakim is ultimately more powerful than the Aesir.

Nicholas is glad at this moment that he is a demon, not that other demons wouldn't have wanted to kill him too, not that, but being betrayed by his own blood has a different quality of infamy!

His own blood would never have dared to lay a hand on him.

He notices Noah next to him.

"Ready?" he asks him.

"Always, I'm just waiting for your signal!"

"The seals should break at any moment!"

"What if Odin has ordered the guards to kill Joakim if anyone tries to break free again?"

"Then they'll be in for a shock! You can't kill the Fenris wolf that easily! Joakim wouldn't let anyone get that close to him!" Noah is certain.

Nicholas nods silently, not fully convinced.

"What will he do with Folio when he's free?"

"Knowing Joakim, he'll be tempted to kill him. I really can't blame him. However, it will remain an attempt. Joakim isn't stupid, he knows what's at stake. He's always known!"

"Ragnarök?"

"Call it what you will, but yes, world conflagration, end of the world, all that. If we can't protect Moon Hill, it will happen soon!"

"And what is this Völva supposed to do? Who is it supposed to be anyway?"

"She is the link between everything. Her work is supposed to make the void disappear again!"

"Then let's hope we find her!"

"We definitely should!" growls Noah darkly.

[diorgirl444]

hiiii, i just stumbled upon your blog and i would LOVE a matchup (i tried doing them once on my page and i realised i suck at it lmao, so i admire that u can write them so nicely )

as for who - id love to be paired with someone from hp universe, any era<3

anywayyyy, im really bad at talking about myself but ill try my best

im an intj, my sun sign is aquarius, 5’6”, im a girl and i go by she/her, im bisexual but id rather be paired with a guy (if you choose a girl its fine as well)

i have blue eyes, short wavy/curly hair, currently dyed red, im pale as fuck (im literally allergic to the sun), curvy and i have lots of tattoos. my style is very inconsistent, i dress comfy but at the same time kinda goth-ish, alternative? i wear black 99% of the time, lots of silver jewellery, i have my nose pierced too:p i also wear glasses

i am very creative, i paint and draw most of the time. occasionally i write fanfics but then i have long breaks because i get burned out really easily. im lazy, which is not so good, but at the same time i mostly get things done. i am a huge animal lover, i have 2 cats and 3 dogs. im an introvert but when im with my closest friends my extravert side comes out. im a huge people pleaser, sometimes its not good for me but i cant help it. my love language is physical touch and acts of service.

i love art, art galleries, old cemeteries, greek mythology, the sky and sunflowers. i also adore the forest and just nature in general. im obsessed with pretty little shiny rocks.

i hate people who have a problem with minorities and are just nasty beings towards others and animals. i also hate spiders and insects of any kind, thats why i will never set my foot in australia.

oh and i also dont like kids. i dont have this “gift” or whatever. i dont know how to talk to them, how to act around them and how to play with them.

as for my aesthetic? i have no idea, but id go for dark academia/gothic vibes.

if you need to know anything else just dm me! xx and thank you in advance, have a lovely night/day! <33

your perfect matchup is 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <3

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <3

the first time james sees you he’s completely speechless. you’re chatting with marlene about something in class, absentmindedly playing with your hair and he’s just gulping like a fish. because where have you been all his life? truly the universe has been so cruel in keeping you from him!

but he’s suddenly shy. james has had plenty of luck with girls. he’s a flirt by nature. he knows all the right things to say, the ways to sweep them off their feet. that is before he saw you… he’s now well and truly tongue tied. he’s literally like lying in bed at night planning what he wants to say to you next time he sees you. spoiler alert he just gets scared and watches you from across the great hall like this 🧍

but finally he pulls himself together and approaches you the next time he sees you. you’re sat in the back of the library on a window seat reading through a book you found which explains how the greek gods were actually early forms of wizards and witches, very interesting stuff you know? you don’t even notice him lingering over you till he sort of awkwardly coughs and asks “would you recommend it? the - the book i mean would you recommend it?” he asks and he can feel heat creeping up his neck as you nod and smile up at him. “tell me about it!” he practically spits out in the next second. he’s so embarrassing i love him

you agree because he’s cute and everyone’s always talking about what a nice boy james potter is to you. of course you don’t know that they only do that you because they see the way james looks at you but hey what you don’t know can’t hurt you? so you move along on your seat and james shuffles in beside you. the first thing you notice is how he smells like cinnamon, oranges and something slightly earthy that is just so james. the next thing you notice is the way his knee and his shoulder press against yours on the small window seat. it’s warm and intimate and you feel flustered as you start to explain the greek myths to him. he watches you as you speak, watches the way your lashes brush your cheek, watches the way your lips move as you talk.

it’s nice to just be listened to for a change so this becomes your pattern. you see a side to james in these afternoon reading sessions that very few people are privy too. the normally loud and cocky potter is gentle and polite. happy to just sit and watch you devotedly. he makes it so natural too so you forget that you’re introverted, you tell him what your favourite things, things that make you angry, your hopes, your dreams everything. and in that time you start to fall for him. you can’t help it he’s so easy to love. you try to hide this new discovery but its hard to go from telling james everything to keeping such a huge secret from him and so he notices the absence. he doesn’t know what it is but he knows you’re keeping something and so he’s hurt if he’s honest.

so you avoid him. you can’t face the sad puppy look on his face it cuts you up and so you pretend you don’t see him waiting for you in the library, pretend you don’t hear the tapping on your door, or the notes stuffed in your pocket. because hopefully he’ll get bored move on and you’ll get over him. but james potter is determined and so enamoured by you that he’ll try one last time. and so he hides a book in your room. the book is his diary with the pages from all his time with you bookmarked. in it are lists of your favourite things, tiny sketches of you, details on how he feels about you and he ends it with “vicky darling i don’t know what i did but please know i’m eternally sorry. you’ve made a mess of me, i’d do anything to just see you again. don’t you know i love you? if you feel the same meet me at our window seat. if i don’t see you there i will accept that you truly don’t feel the same and i will leave you be. yours forever, james” you find yourself wiping tears as you read it realising how silly you’ve been.

and so with haste you race to the window seat in the library and when you see him there all anxious and shy your heart aches. “ you’ve made a mess of me too james” you say softly as you sit beside him and his face lights up. “can i make it better?” he asks huskily and you nod. his hands cup your face as he leans in and kisses you. he tastes like maple syrup, he smells like spices and he feels like home. it’s perfect and as he walks you back to your dorm with a promise of a date in hogsmede and a soft kiss to your forehead you feel giddy as you lay down under the covers that night because james potter loves you and you love him.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <3

golden retriever bf! + black cat gf! golden retriever bf! + black cat gf! golden retriever bf! + black cat gf! okay but seriously you two are the epitome of this trope. not because you’re mean but because james is so extroverted and you’re not so much i think it matches the two do you perfectly.

he makes you go watch his quidditch games. 😭 im sorry they’re probably so boring so like you sit with marlene and dorcas to try and make it more palatable but it is probably still so dull. if it makes it any better he does loads of fancy tricks on his broom so that you think he’s cool though it does come off a bit pathetic. don’t worry though because at the end he’ll ride his broom over to you and kiss you while standing on it.

your reading thing doesn’t stop it’s just that now when you read to him he’ll have his arm around your waist and his free hand will trace hearts on the small sliver of skin that peaks out there between your uniform skirt and shirt. he doesn’t actually disturb you though because he finds it so relaxing to hear your voice. if you want to stop him and kiss him though he’s not gonna complain.

he loves visiting cemeteries with you. you offhandedly mentioned once how you were gonna visit one, you didn’t invite him though because you were worried he’d think it was weird. but then he sort of shyly asks “can i come too?” and you laugh and nod. the two of you pack a picnic and spend the whole day exploring the graveyard with each other in quite intimacy. your hands constantly intertwined as you walk, pausing to pay your respect and the long-forgotten names of the people who laid there and occasionally saying hello to the few ghosts that lingered there. you came across one pair which were an old couple who said you reminded them of theirselves when they were your age which makes the tips of james’s ear turn red.

he brings you any nice rocks he finds. sirius gives him the weirdest look when the marauders are sneaking around at night and james bends down to pick a stone up that he thinks you’d like but james just grins and shrugs his shoulders saying “my girl likes them. what can you do?” the marauders smile at that. they’ve never seen james look so lovesick - it’s very sweet.

you two have matching necklaces. i don’t know why but i just feel this in my core. you found them at an antique shop and yours is a silver moon james is gold sun. because of it when the two of you are together everyone calls the pair of you “solar eclipse” 😭 even did it once when she was telling your friend group off. she was like “where’s solar eclipse?” sirius absolutely pissed himself laughing about that.

james gets rid of spiders for you but not before teasing you a bit. that’s just the kinda of guy he is i’m sorry. he’ll get them gone though for you don’t you worry but only if you promise to kiss him as a thank you after.

he writes you love letters weekly. you smile on mondays when his owl flies and drops a cream coloured envelope down on your desk written in james’s scrawling hand. in the letter he incloses what his favourite memories of you he has of the past week be that an outfit he thought was really pretty, a song he heard that made him think of you, or a leaf that he pressed from a forest walk that the two of you went on. he adores you so much it’s unbelievable.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <3

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

[alarrytale]

Hi Marte! I had a realization from reading your blog and have you to thank for it. Like a lightbulb moment. I'm left leaning on the political scale but my family are right leaning but not far right. I wouldn't call them homophobic, in the sense that if I was to CO I know they'd be accepting, they treat lgbtq+ people they meet like everyone else. But there is something there, maybe heteronormative thinking. They're fine with lgbtq+ people as long as they're not 'in their face'. So they really dislike S*m Sm*th and think that what he is doing is wrong and that he has mental health issues. They would hate Lil N*s as well if they knew who he was. They think that HW is trying to force lgbtq+ people on everyone else, like Kr*sten St*wart. They hate B*llie E*lish and find her weird. But they're also big fans of Freddie and George. So maybe it's some kind of form of homophobia or really heteronormative thinking. Like they're okay with lgbtq+ people as long as they're not graphic, but they're fine for straight people to be. Have seen a lot of people share these same views. Reading your blog has helped me realize that we need lgbtq+ people 'forced' on audiences because it's the only way to normalize them. Having the odd mainstream queer movie or queer artist isn't going to achieve anything. We need lots of them because then people will get used to seeing them. People argue that lgbtq+ people are accepted but they're not really. They are more now than they were in the past but conservatives are still targeting them and trying to bring them down. It would be really nice to get to the stage where a lgbtq+ movie can be as successful as straight movies, or a gay artist can be as successful as a straight artist. We need more out public figures. The music industry seems even further behind than HW. There is no mainstream artists other than Troy? writing about same sex relationships, or not many are anyway. The music industry is so slow to catch up.

Hi, anon!

Yes, queer people are often more accepted, respected and honored by straight people if they assimilate and adapt to straight norms and culture, rather than immersing themself in queer culture. It's a bit of homophobia mixed with anti-feminism, but mostly a lot of xenophobia and prejudices that makes it so. Most men got short hair so when people see a man with long hair it's going to be foreign to them, and unless they're exposed to it often they're going to have a reaction to it everytime they see men with long hair. Same with purple hair, tattoos, painted nails or two men holding hands.

Everything foreign, or something that's diverging from what they consider normal, common, expected and predictable, or something they can't relate to, is going to feel scary. It will challenge their way of thinking and seeing the world, challenge the societal norms and what they know. It will also challenge their own prejudices.

If they've never met, worked with or had a queer friend or family member, being exposed to a queer person can be met with negative feelings. Queer people often break several of the straight norms, blur the lines of feminity and masculinity and deliberatly seek to oppose the conventional. If you're never been exposed to it and lived a sheltered life where everyone is assimilating and people are afraid to diverge from the norm, it's going to be a wake up call.

The only way to change people's prejudices and attitudes towards queer people is exposure. A bit at the time. Let queer people tell their stories in the mainstream sphere. Straight people need to be educated and their prejudices needs to be challenged. Let queer people show straight people that they're just as good parents as a straight people, even if the men wear dresses or the females wear cargo shorts. Put out queer people in postition of power to show straight people that they're just as capable and just as respected as everyone else. Show us queer heros and queer success stories. Make straight people see the value in diversity and the need for equal rights regardless of people's sexuality or gender identity. When people have a lesbian neighbour, a non-binary grocer, a transgender work colleague and a gay boss they will eventually stop seeing sexuality and start seeing the person. They will create relations with them, start respecting them and not think of them as different. It will be the new normal.

We need to train people to see past heteronormativity, we need them to understand that they must always ask for pronouns or address people as they/them when they don't know. We need people to stop assuming sexuality and gender. If they are asked for their preferred pronouns, and it's normalised, they will start asking others for theirs.

The more people who come out the more straight people will be exposed to queer people and queer culture. More people are coming out in the music industry, but it's slow going. Billie, Jojo Siwa, Troye, Frank Ocean, Tyler the Creator, Lil Nas X, Luke Hemmings, Halsey, Demi Lovato and Miley to name a few. H and L have both had queer support bands on their tour as well. There aren’t that many mainstream artists out yet. I do have hope that more mainstream artist will come out, or become mainstream when they're out. It needs to happen to normalise being queer. If queer people continue to hide in the shadows, they will not bee seen and remembered by straight people. This will take time, but it got to start somewhere.

[little-bunny-in-space]

Hello, again, thank you for messaging me for this trade! Here's the info (sorry if it's too long or confusing):

Personality-wise, I'm usually warm, affectionate, teasing (lovingly), and fiery. But I can also be cold, reserved, and slightly intimidating with or without intention. I'm respectful and kind to everyone but I take no shit. I'm confident enough to react or speak up to protect myself and my dear ones. It might not sound like it but I do have a big heart, I love giving affection and taking care of others. I enjoy both chaos and calmness, both banter and deep talks. I'm interested in people's feelings and ways of thinking. I'm in the medical field. My favorite thing is to make sure that the patients are alright mentally and emotionally first before any treatment or procedure. I'm also a geek about it, watch me spill random medical facts or studies. I can handle a lot but unfortunately, I also bottle things up until I break. Even then, I walk it off and keep going until it goes away. As a lover, I'm calm, and soft but still playful. I have their back and they need to have mine. I enjoy helping my partner relax from all daily stress and restraints.

Hobbies: gym, playing the guitar, singing, and martial arts from time to time. I also have this big interest in scents, perfumes, olfactory notes, etc.

Appearance: short height, blonde hair, freckles, hazel eyes. Aesthetically I go for either timeless pieces of clothing or futuristic looking ones. Bold, dark colors or plain white, no in between. Sometimes you'll see me in a soft pastel dress just for a change of pace. Oh and I have a crescent moon hidden tattoo and plan to get inked again.

Other facts: INFJ, Gemini. LOVE dark humour, flowers, cold weather, tea. Breathing exercises and going to the gym to push myself really help me let everything out (safely) and control my reactions.

Thank you so much for this matchup!! For Part 1, I match you with-

Johnathan Joestar!

The first thing he admires about you is your courage, confidence, and love for others.

You are very adaptable to different situations- and I feel this is how you'd meet. I imagine Johnathan being bullied by the other boys and Dio, and you having enough courage to stand up to them- and the compassion to help Johnathan, possibly treating his injuries. He takes note of that and sees you as a respectable, brave, lovely person.

He genuinely admires you, so much. You make a perfect team!

Johnathan is very impressed by your knowledge and abilities- your emotional compassion and ability to sympathize with others while staying brave in the face of challenges is something he loves. He would happily listen and love to learn from you.

He would have the same capability to feel when something is not right with you, whether you are physically or emotionally hurting. He tries to coax you gently when he can tell you bottle things up, and is very affectionate with you.

"Please, love... do not worry about me. I want to know what is on your mind, whatever it may be..."

Loves to hear you sing anything. If you sing while doing something, like chores, he'll hug you from behind and hum along. <3

Absolute puppy dog. Loves to cuddle!

BEST workout buddy and cheerleader. "You can do it! I believe in you! You are so strong and beautiful, you got this!"

Silly boy. Loves to lift you as high as he can just to hear you laugh!!!

For Part 3, I match you with-

Noriaki Kakyoin!

I think you two's personalities would meld very well together.

You both have a habit of being very cold and serious in some respects, and warm, loving and silly in others.

He is very attracted to your cold side, just as much- especially as a teammate in battle, you both have the same sort of fighting style.

I feel Kakyoin is big on intelligence, and very much enjoys your conversations together.

You both have very high emotional intelligence as well; I feel you two could communicate with eachother with a single look!

Loves your mind (and body) and very much enjoys exploring both. cough cough

Loves your eyes, and has a habit of staring. I think you noticing him staring would have something to do with how you meet. It seems creepy sometimes, but he genuinely just enjoys seeing you, almost like art.

Loves seeing you wearing his clothes- you both very much have the same sense of style, and he enjoys that!

Likes gift giving- especially picking you flowers- the most common being cherry blossoms. <3

Tries to have you teach him guitar. He fails, miserably, but you both have a great time. He gets the chords all whack and it sounds like a toddler... with anyone else, he'd be so embarrassed...

He is very introverted really, but specifically enjoys your company over anyone else's- and very much just enjoys hearing you talk... (I HC him living after the whole donut incident and proceeding to make jokes about it. While the rest of the group acts kinda nervous, you're the only one who truly appreciates his darker sense of humor...)

Would 100% be the one to stay up with you all night, staring at the stars, just to speak to you, getting to know you and your mind.

You are very nurturing and caring, and he loves that about you- it's the biggest reason he was drawn to you in the first place! You ease his anxiety and fear that comes with everything he has been through.

For Part 5, I match you with...

Leone Abbacchio!

Big tiddy goth bf You and Abba thrive in both calm and chaos...

While Abbacchio is calm and reserved most of the time, you have the ability to go both ways.

While he of course enjoys your more reserved and intimidating side (and thinks its especially hot in the midst of fights...) you serve as an adaptable partner that counters perfectly with a more fiery and passionate side.

It awakens something in him. While he doesn't really show it much to the rest of the team, you awaken that passionate, fiery side of him. He usually becomes more extroverted when talking to you, and when someone points it out, he gets flustered!

But the truth is- he enjoys it. He loves having you around, he loves your playfullness combined with the fact you can counter both his stupid teases and more serious things.

He never really had anyone to listen- especially to his trauma and struggles. He is used to his teammates teasing him about it. You're alike enough to him for him to trust, eventually (even if it takes a while) and warm enough to let him know that you genuinely care about him and how he feels. He isn't used to this.

This goes both ways, and you both have the same way of reacting when something is wrong- to keep it hidden. He knows how painful it can be. You are a safety for Abba.

"You've been my sanctuary for so long. Let me be yours, Cara mia..."

His cold exterior melts when he is around you, but only in private- he is not one for much PDA, especially around his team. But he absolutely melts at your touch either way. He is tense and so used to holding things back, not being able to be open and comfortable. It's like his entire personality changes when he is alone with you. I feel you'd both have the same way with one another.

Is also a perfume nerd... would definitely try to steal yours secretly....

He likes having someone loyal and passionate that he can rely on and enjoys feeling wanted enough for you to rely on him.

You would both get tattoos together. :)

[rockyjulesxx]

the correct marauders head cannons

Sirius Black

GAY AND TRANS ASS MOTHER FUCKER!! #endthecisaficationofsiriusblack idc if it’s genderfluid, non-binary or ftm this bitch is trans and loves men.

he’s like 5”6-5”9 in height.

obvi has black hair that is up to his shoulders/ collarbone and is also very layered.

he’s tattooed and pierced. some tattoos are of the moon cycle, his and regs stars, dog foot prints and something prongs and wormtail related. he also has multiple ear piercings with a side nose stud, a navel and a bottom labret piercing.

he loves dressing hyper feminine but also masculine. he doesn’t have a set style, he just dresses to serve cunt and have clothes that match his docs and chunky rings and leather jackets.

he has borderline personality disorder that he is very ashamed about because the characteristics of his mental illness remind him of his mother. he also has ptsd that affects him the most through nightmares. he also gets a lot of gender envy that fouls his dysphoria from his friends, but refuses to tell them about it because he doesn’t want to make any of them feel bad.

he’s pale and has silver eyes that can be kind of intimidating.

he’s half french and east asian ( him and james first bonded at hogwarts over being the only asian kids in their year) .

EYELINER!!

Remus John Lupin

bicon. no other acceptable answers.

sweaters. knitted sweaters. lots and lots of knitted grandpa sweaters. (many gifted to him by lily).

his style is very cottagecore, but also mixed in with some street style. he loves his beat ass crusty ass converse that are breaking at the seams, but he also wears docs when he wants to feel superior. he is either spotted in heavy knitted sweaters or old band tees. and a book bag. he cannot go anywhere without his fucking book bag.

he has tattoos. idk what tattoos, but definitely tattoos. and maybe a few ear piercings.

he’s 6”- 6”4 in height.

loves david bowie and sometimes wears makeup inspired by him.

wears fishnets under his jeans that are visible on his waist when he wears crop tops. this is slutty remus.

he has honey brown curly hair. it’s soft and bouncy and sometimes falls into his eyes that are obviously hazel.

freckles scattered between scars <3

has a physical disability that requires him to use crutches or a wheelchair from time to time. he also suffers from severe migraines that leaves him unable to leave his room.

he has ptsd and severe anxiety that went years without being medicated because of his “i can handle myself” mentality.

he’s welsh and/or jewish or maybe even latino anyone of those work tbh. he has soft tan skin that very glowy.

long eyelashes. like incredibly long eyelashes that are light brown and always curl towards the sun.

James Fleamont Potter

a pansexual himbo at his finest.

he’s from south asia, more specifically india.

he’s super sporty but not overly buff. he has the body type of a football player (or soccer player, whatever you call it).

his style is very relaxed in a man whore kind of way. he loves his red converse- they’re his staple piece.

he has one ear piercing he got with sirius. he thinks it looks stupid but sometimes puts it in when he wants a different look.

first started wearing skirts with sirius so that he felt more confident, but actually really liked how they looked on himself. he has slutty skirts he wears when he goes to the gay bar.

he has adhd and maybe anxiety that somehow went years without being diagnosed.

he has deep brown hair that’s messy and could possibly curl but always remains more fluffy than curly. it’s short cut but falls into his eyes that are a dark brown but look burgundy in the light.

he’s 5”9-5”11 in height. (sometimes he purposely tells people he’s shorter so that he makes guys who said they’re 6” feel stupid).

obviously wears glasses (he’s technically legally blind and has a lot of anxiety of loosing his vision. he got eye sugary once and had to wear an eye patch for a week. he still wears it sometimes for halloween or just for fun).

has a beauty mark under his left eye (lily likes to kiss it).

Peter Pettigrew

he’s asexual.

has a baby face and is often mistaken for remus’s little cousin.

he gets rosey cheeks very easily.

he doesn’t have tattoos but he has a few piercings.

he has a unibrow (it’s very pretty and has a beauty mark in between closer to his right eye).

short king! 5”4-5”6 in height.

his style is cardigans with jeans that are cuffed (half because of his height and half because of fashion).

he has dirty blonde hair that’s straight and cut short.

he has bright blue eyes.

he has body dysmorphia and social anxiety.

he has a very small gap between his teeth that he hates and tried to get braces for but couldn’t afford. everyone tells him it suits him though because the gap adds to his charm.

he’s a brit through and through, a full englishman

i’ll make a part two of this with all the other marauder icons.

[1800duckhotline]

salice glance, stillness, canvas, outerwear, roots, wardrobe, hair, favorite, change

oc asks: character design edition

SO MUCH SALICE.. this is definitely gonna get long but salice fans rejoice.

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC’s appearance? What’s their distinguishing feature?

The real question probably is what doesn't stand out about her to most people? ASDFHGFDKS. At least to me. I think Salice purposefully presents herself to the world in a way that wants to leave an impact in other's mind and (not to toot my own horn) but I think she's able to do this (I mean, not like on the internet, but in the world she lives in at least). But I think what really makes her stand out somewhat is mostly like, at face-value, her stature?

Because picture this, if you didn't know and I didn't say it all the time, one could guess Salice is at least over 170cm tall. But she isn't, and I think that can leave someone at least amused/surprised not because being short is inherently comedic, but because she (purposefully) is really really masculine, and gives the air of an imposing masculine figure. Coupled with how people tend to assume all women who are gender non-conforming must be tall, I think it was a fun choice to make her not even that short, but just kind of average height. I think her eyebrows are also pretty striking, because they're permanently stuck in that "frown" which can be turned up in whatever expression depending on everything else going on in the face.

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Salice is the kind of person who can't really stay still but she tries for the sake of appearances. At most she will look at her wristwatch, or tap her foot if she's getting impatient. Alternatively she will cross her arms to amp up the "my patience is thinning" aura. This tends to be more or less the same regardless of how she dresses but she is definitely more "composed" when she's dressed up formally for work, while she's looser in her free time. But she always looks pissed off and like you are wasting her time by making her wait like that.

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Oooh she has a good quantity of both scars and tattoos! Scars come from all sorts of things. She has scars from magic rituals she committed to when she was a teenager on her forearms (part of her initiation and 'graudation' in the witch coven she was part of at the time) as well as scars from bar fights, scuffles, and street fights gone wrong all over her body. I'm not sure if it counts as a scar but she has a chipped right incisor from a bar fight she got into when she was in her 20s. Most other scars are from knives and scratches around her arms and torso area.

As for tattoos Salice has had traditional Croatian tattoos on her arms and forearms since she was 12, done on her by her grandmother Dragica at the time. The tattoos were usually done by the elder women of previous generations on the younger prepubescent children, and they were used to express identity as well warding off evils - they can also represent things like familial bonds and love. Salice is extremely proud of these tattoos even as an adult. She has a larger tattoo on her nape-upper back area she got in her early 30s as a way to feel "reconnected" to her culture. As you might expect, Salice has little to no care about what people think of her appearance, so she doesn't bother trying to cover up her scars nor her tattoos.

Salice as of current doesn't have any other piercings beside usual earring holes. She used to have more piercings when she was in university and going through her punk phase.

outerwear: What’s your OC’s outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

Since Salice is located in Brighton, UK, the weather she usually deals with is... meh-ish. It is definitely no mediterranean summer over there, even if there's still sea. But typically she will have layered fits, she never goes out without a jacket, even during summer. She likes having pockets where to put her things in (purses? what purses? bags? phssst!).

It always depends on the context. During workdays she dresses up to a T with her perfectly-ironed suit and tie looks, while during her free days she leans on "casual chic", with a bit of a wannabe-rebel streak to her, since she wants to separate her work and free time drastically. She'll even go as far as doing her hair differently for said different occasions - slicked back if formal, messy and rough if casual.

roots: Is your OC’s look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

Salice's looks have evolved a lot during the years, it's hard to pinpoint her specific inspirations because through her life she goes through many as well... in her adult self she mostly follow a yuppie aesthetic by trying to look as flawlessly expensive as possible since she's trying to uphold a (toxic) standard of masculinity she feels is fit for her job as a lawyer. This bleeds into how she ends up trying to look completely different in her free time as mentioned above, because she misses how free it felt to be punk and young (despite being pretty fake about it, she used to be genuinely more punk in uni).

However she also takes a lot of inspiration (and so do I) from LGBT Leather culture because she canonically worked in a BDSM dungeon to make some money on the side while she was still in university - she wasn't a sex worker but she came in contact with many such mistresses and doms whose style really influenced her own, especially the leather gay scene always hit close to home for her, but in her adult years she never found the time to actually put that influence somewhere because she represses that kind of side of herself a lot.

Uh, since I'm bad with words, the pinterest board might help a little but also not probably. There is 100% suggestive/sexual stuff in it so be warned lmao

wardrobe: How big is your character’s wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Salice is kind of stinky rich with her occupation being as fruituous as it is, but at the same time she was raised by poor common people in the 60s and 70s. She grew up very frugal and by that logic, she's extremely greedy and tends not to spend more money than she has to, especially on outfits - she was taught by her mom and dad how to mend & repair her clothing when necessary and still does it to this day unless it's necessary that a tailor gets their hands on it.

That said when she does buy, she buys luxury because she knows she can affort it and how the more expensive something is the more it will last (not true for all things nowadays but keep in mind she lives in 1993 as an adult). She also did make-do with a lot of outfits during uni though, frequently buying second hand due to not having a lot of money for herself, as well as having hand-me-downs from her dad. So I guess her wardrobe isn't extravagantly big but what she does have is very expensive save from a few things or two.

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

In coherence with her masculine style she also tends to keep her hair short as an adult but she used to have it much longer just until she was 25. Growing up conflicted about what was feminine and what wasn't, Salice let her hair grow because her mom expected it of her (and eventually Ceciljia gave up on this when Salice became independent), until she had her punk phase where she shaved her head entirely after trying to rock a mohawk for a few years.

She usually has it slicked back in professional environments, shiny with gel, while letting it loose and wild in casual settings. Her hair is also kind of wavy but it's hard to see when her hair is that short. Also, I usually draw her with near-black roots and body hair for no particular realistic reason other than I like the contrast with her hair color.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What’s the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

I would probably say a sweater she got as a hand-me-down from her dad. Her dad used to be a sailor so it wasn't unusual for them to wear sweaters when approaching waters in the winter. This sweater was made by her grandmother on her father's side who she never met, as she died before she was born, but her dad let Salice have it before she expatriated to the UK for university. Salice rarely wears it and only does so at home, during winter.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

As I've mentioned plenty times by now, Salice used to have a "punk" phase in university (which admittedly was kind of poser of her, since she was still a law student and was too 'scared' to really sync with the punk subculture's ideologies) so she used to look much more alternative including with DIY piercings and a modest mohawk as well as scrappy clothes she put together herself, since she had to work simultaneously 2 jobs to keep herself afloat. Once it was time to graduate, Salice thought it was stupid to try and keep sticking around a subculture she kept feeling uneasy in - realizing she wasn't faithful enough to the ideals to be punk. In a sense she regrets it as an adult, but at the time, she's so capitalism-brained that she feels ultimately it was the only good choice she could make at the time.

What she owned of that time in terms of clothes she still mostly owns, but never wears it unless she wants to go out... that said, if it fits, because at the time she used to be a real lanky kid. Salice got buff later on after she landed her first few successful cases as an official lawyer (so like, 29-30 ish?), and with how buff she got, a lot of things she used to wear don't fit anymore...

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Idk if ur still taking those smut prompts... but if you are, I would be very interested in 109 for junglecorpse, preferably with Darby getting ruined <33 love ur work!!!

(💚🖤 honestly i'm, like, always taking prompts for them LMAO love u anon friend!!)

Most of the surprises he gets these days are shit: getting challenged by old wrestling legends, people going out of their way to avoid him, or, worse, people going out of their way just to fuck his shit up before matches. Fine, Jack can deal with that. He can weather all this bullshit backlash and come out the other side with the belt still clutched in his hand. But this surprise? Getting sought out in the locker room when Jack had thought he was easily the last person still milling around the arena for reasons completely unrelated to trying to set fire to his personal affects? This one wasn't terrible at all.

In fact, now that Darby's got his hands up on the lockers, his nails—short and red, painted bright and flaking off—clawing at the surface of the waist-high metal while Jack's got him bent over the top edge? This one is actually pretty fucking great.

Jack had honestly just braced himself for the next weeks, months, hell, half a year maybe, being awful back in the lockers, and so far, he's been mostly right, but Darby barging in while Jack was killing time for wait for the last car and just...demanding...well. He can't say he saw this one coming.

Not that he's complaining. It's been long enough that if he doesn't slow this whole thing down, they'll be dressed and out the door in less than five minutes, so he slows. Pauses. The heat around him makes him want to scream, tight enough to almost hurt, but it's way worse on the other end. A moment, and when Jack fails to start up his rhythm again, Darby growls, low and deep in his throat. His fingernails scrape against the metal.

"What the fuck," Darby groans.

Jack doesn't give him an answer; doesn't think he needs, to, really, because after all, Darby was the one who stormed in and flipped everything upside down. Grabbed Jack's face and kissed him: no warning, no questions, just his tongue shoved down Jack's throat. So Jack doesn't feel bad about tightening his grip on Darby's hips while he remains motionless just to feel the tremble work its way up from Darby's thighs.

Another groan. "Jack."

He rakes his nails down Darby's back, down that tattoo that mimics all the knobby vertebrae beneath, and he must catch on a sore spot from the match because Darby hisses when Jack hits about halfway down. "Why would you come to me?"

"Are we talking right now?" Darby asks, kind of strangled and thin. "Are we talking about this when you should be fucking moving?"

Oh, he's getting desperate. So is Jack, but his last weeks have been a never-ending slew of bullshit trying his patience, so this? This is nothing. He could spend the whole night inside him just to be a tease as long as Darby kept making those rumbling whines with his whole chest.

"You didn't answer the question. Why me?" Jack repeats the motion down Darby's back again, makes sure he hits that spot again, just because. It must hurt. "Don't you know I ruin everything?"

"Kind of the fucking point," Darby says, and yeah, that's breathless. That's wrecked, and it shivers straight down to Jack's toes. He arches back, and fuck, gets far enough to whip his arm backwards and grab Jack by the neck. Hauls Jack down by his hair, tugging hard enough to sting all over Jack's scalp. "I want you to ruin me."

If Jack stutters out a ragged noise, if it's needy and desperate and desperately high-pitched, if he digs his fingers back into Darby's hips to drag him flush and tight, well, there's no one else to hear but the man coming apart beneath him, and Jack thinks he's pretty okay with that.