#why dont we moodboard

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i just want my love back

[gothmessi-remade]

"Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep of the pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else."

[princessofshazabah]

red, white, blue is in the sky, summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes

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moodboard for my fav fic recently, the pact by @starsarefire824 !!! seriously so good, made me love romantic madwheeler

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lovesick

[sluttypatrickstar]

when i was a teenager on tumblr i had followers and happily made so much fandom content and now im an adult and depressed and post shit to an audience of nobody

[txtistheloml]

mean hard (positively toxic(?)) dom yeonjun who loves u sm but hates it when u get jealous because ofc he loves you why are you thinking he could love anyone else the way he loves you. “you think i’m close with ___? yeah well guess what? i dont do this to ____” and then proceeds to rail your brains out

im sorry if this made no sense i literally do not know wjat im saying ugh

im sorry this took like 84883983928 years to answer but i hope i did justice to ur idea !! enjoy babe :3

Jealousy - Choi . YJ

word count: 1.5k-ish (1542)…. warnings: implied fem. reader, afab!reader, petnames (baby, sweetheart), degradation of some sort..? (slut), jealousy if it counts, slight angst if you squint, no protection used (wrap before you tap pookie), lowkey breeding kink bc im obsessed uhh, spanking (like once), edging (once LMAO), my terrible writing ofc, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: im sorry to whoever is called maddie 😭 i just came up with that name randomly ,, also sorry for shit quality if it is haha ,, random moodboard dont attack me pls ik it isnt the best i triedd

to say you hated yeonjun being so close to other girls, wanting to be the only one in his eyes, was an understatement. you absolutely despised it.

and well, this was how you ended up in this particular situation.

sitting on a chair in the corner of yeonjun's office, arms crossed over your chest and lips all pouty as you counted down the time until he clocks off for the day. watching yeonjun type away on his computer while he flirts and giggles with the female coworker, maddie, who sat beside him was an eyesore. he looked your way every couple minutes sending you an assuring smile as he mouths, i'll be off soon.

sure you loved yeonjun and all, but you couldn't help the jealousy that was bubbling in you when you saw him act all sweet and close to maddie, so you decided to 'ignore' him when he pulls on your hand, a sweet smile tugging on his face as he says, "let's go baby." as soon as you stood up from the chair, you let go of his hand and silently trailed behind him, not a single word being heard from you.

silence hung in the air as you both got into the car, and your unusual silence doesn't go unnoticed by yeonjun since you were always so energetic and bubbly, but he thought lightly of it and decided to simply shrug it off, thinking that maybe you were just tired.

"how was your day baby?" "fine." "are you hungry yet?" "no."

seeing that you were speaking to him so dryly, he made the sensible choice of not poking his nose into it further and decides to shut up as he thought about what he could have possibly done to piss you off recently the rest of the drive home.

"okay what's going on? you have not said shit to me since we left the company. your're genuinely scaring me sweetheart.. tell me what's wrong, please?" yeonjun tries to reason as he shuts the door to your room, putting down his bag and undoing his tie.

"you should know fucking well what you did choi yeonjun. and this isn't the first time either." you snap out of annoyance, "if you want to be all close and flirty with maddie, you might as well go make her your girlfriend instead"

"you cannot be serious right now y/n." he states with a scoff, "you know how much i hate it when you get jealous. i've told you before, she's just a colleague y/n. you know you're the only one i see sweetheart, i only love you, no one else i swear."

despite yeonjun being so sweet, you still wanted to prove your point of being jealous. "well as far as i know, colleagues don't flirt and giggle all the time yeonjun, especially when she knows fairly well you are dating me. and it definitely seems like you're closer to her than me you know."

"you think i'm close with maddie? yeah well guess what? i don't do this to her."

that was the last thing you heard from yeonjun before he's grabbing your face so hard you'd think it would leave a bruise and crashing his lips onto yours. the kiss was hot and messy and as much as you liked it, you didn't want to give in yet. trying to push yourself away from him as you push against his chest but unsurprisingly, he doesn't let you get away.

he threads his hand through your hair and suddenly he's pulling your head back by your hair, deepening the kiss. you yelp from surprise but yeonjun is unfazed as he continues pulling you into him, almost as if he wants to merge the two of you into one. he pulls away only to catch his breath but his hands don't stop.

he practically yanks your clothes off as he roughly shoves you in the direction of the bed, ordering you to do as he says. "face down ass up sweetheart, i believe your dick-filled brain knows what's better for you right?" you had no choice but to listen to him, knowing if you didn't, punishments that you'd rather not reminisce about.

although you couldn't see what he was doing, you could hear the clinking of his belt followed by the thud of it on the floor, you guessed he was ridding of his clothes. you felt a heavy weight push down on the bed as it crawls towards you before you were left with the stinging pain of yeonjun's palm on your ass.

you let out a small shriek before his hands were smoothing over the soft flesh of your ass, almost as if he was trying to soothe the pain. you braced yourself for another strike, thinking he was going to spank you again but you felt his hands glide downwards, over your already dripping pussy.

you moaned out as his fingertips circles your clit agonisingly slowly, and he's whispering into your ear, "need me to remind you of who this dick belongs to, sweetheart?" the thoughts of you wanting to prove your point being long gone, you nodded furiously as all you could think about was yeonjun's dick. but honestly, who wouldn't?

"such a slut tsk. my pretty slut hm?" "yes! all yours yeonjun, please. m' all yours." barely able to think straight, that came out more as a squeak than you intended but that was the least of your worries as you feel yeonjun prodding at your entrance.

yeonjun wanted to have a little mercy on you at least, deciding to stop after pushing in halfway as he knew sometimes you struggled to take him, but he couldn't stop, your warm gummy walls sucking him in so greedily. hissing softly at how tight you felt around him, he grips onto the plush of your hips and starts fucking into you like some starved animal.

hearing you moan and mumble something along the lines of feeling so full, he can't help but let out a laugh as he pounds into you faster, one hand gripping onto your hips as another hand slipped under to rub at your clit just the way he knows you like it.

"my slut is always so greedy for my dick, fuck- you feel so good, so tight and warm" he coos at you almost teasingly, "maddie doesn't get this from m-me y'know, hmmph- you're the only one that gets this from me. i don't f-fucking like it when you get jealous, you are the only one i love y/n."

your moans and cries were only spurring yeonjun on more, as his hips stutter for a split second as to how good you were making him feel. a slightly louder whine ripped from your throat when you felt him hit that one sweet spot inside you. he tried to angle his thrusts to hit your sweet spot over and over again, his hand on your clit never stopping as he inches you closer to your orgasm.

you were practically crying out to him saying that you were so so close along with strings of indecipherable sentences. he brought you dangerously close to the edge before completely stilling his movements, causing you to moan frustratedly as you try to buck your hips backwards to get some friction as you felt your climax dwindling away. yeonjun took a deep, shaky breath as he tried to calm himself a little, since he was also so close to cumming earlier.

choked sobs of protest were sounded by you, "i was so close yeonjun, so so close. why did you have to stop-" but was cut short as yeonjun's hips met yours again frantically, wanting to chase his own high too. shamelessly loud wails of yeonjun's name was repeated by you, again and again as the familiar feeling appears in your tummy again.

your knuckles turning slightly white as you grip onto the pillow for your dear life as yeonjun pounds into you faster (if that was even possible). the knot in your tummy tightens more and more by the second and a mixture of screams and moans of yeonjunyeonjunyeonjun were ripped from you as you ride through possibly the best orgasm of your life.

shuddering from the intensity of it, that was all it took to trigger yeonjun's own high, burying himself as deep as he could with a few last thrusts before he cums and fills you up to the brim.

after a few moments, he gently pulls out, wincing slightly from the sensitivity, as he turns you around and plops himself onto you, breathing in your scent even though you probably didn't smell the best at that moment. you guys didn't give a care in the world about the humid sticky feeling from the sweat that had gathered on your bodies.

you kind of felt silly for feeling arrogant about the fact that you were the one being filled up with yeonjun's babies, not maddie being in your place, but who's judging? its probably just your braincells malfunctioning after that godsent orgasm.

safe to say that was not the last time you got jealous of maddie and your neighbours would probably know yeonjun's name by now LOL

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NEPHILIM: THE FALLEN - Jackson-era!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: fallen or damned? who's to tell when it's joel miller?

a note from Lucy: DONT HATE ME I KNOW ITS BEEN A LONG TIME!! Not entirely happy with this but it's been sitting in my docs for months now and i had to get it out there to give me some peace of mind so please be aware it may well be riddle with grammatical mistakes and typos galore. as always like, comment and reblog to save a sinners sanity!

playlist | moodboard + poem

wc: 2755

Warnings: 18+ MDNI DARK CONTENT! Jackson era!post outbreak!Joel, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as ‘Bambi’, verbally constipated Joel Miller, brief gore descriptions, heavy religious imagery and references to the bible, biblical lore, yearning, idiots in love, angst angst angst!!!!!!, bombastic age gap!!! yahhhhh! (reader is in her 20’s/ Joel is in his late 50’s), smut, oral sex (m! receiving), rough oral sex, possessive!joel, dom!joel/sub!reader dynamic, you know the drill with my writing, there’s probably some form of cannibalism as a metaphor, or brutal violence as a metaphor, religious imagery as a metaphor, etc. (aka, fancy word vomit) - Lucy crying over a bloody google doc :)

series masterlist | m.list

Ephesians 2:3 Among them we too all formerly lived in the lusts of our flesh, indulging the desires of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, even as the rest.

The sky was bruised. It was like God– or whatever resided up there– knew. The grey clouds, and the garish yellow of the setting sun, and the deep blue that ebbed into purple…they all knew. Your heart ached too. Bruised. It seemed to crack a little more each day. What started as nothing more than a hairline fracture had split into a gaping, weeping slice. Why? Because Joel was always quiet. For such a large man he had a ghostly habit of creeping into a room without notice. Creeping into your heart too through your hollow ribs. You could feel him behind you now though. His breath thick on the nape of your neck and it cooled the thin sheen of sweat on your skin. Soothed your burning flesh while saving it from the inferno. The tension became bearable. These little spaces of empty matter between all else. That slight awkwardness about his usual stoic yet confident demeanour…it was endearing now.

You were easing into the silence, content with watching the bruise darken from purple to midnight blue. The sky would turn on its bright little stars, and the moon would slice through sapphire as the early evening aged. The sun was going to rest now, the greying moon taking its post to watch over the town. You should follow the sun’s direction. Close your eyes so as to not have to witness his all too soon departure.

His fingers, so gentle, so strong, gently traced the curve and divot of your hip under the covers. It was strange to think just moments prior they had been inside you. Making you feel boneless in bed.

“Bambi?” He asked, tentative and uncharacteristically uncertain. He loathed it; the change in him.

“Mhm?” You hummed lazily, your hands tucked under the pillow to keep them warm, knees curled up to your chest. But no answer nor following question came. You knew what it was. He was cramming something back down his throat before he had the chance to say it for fear of being out of line. One day it shall choke him blue. He was strung so tightly. Tension in his shoulders that made them rise uncomfortably. And you noticed this when you turned to face him. Neither of you spoke for a moment, as if you were fooling yourself into believing he might continue. Your heart cracked a little more when he turned to face the wall,

“Never mind. It’s nothin’.” He had no reason to be weary of you. However in the past few weeks, coming up to a month, there was subtle, almost imperceptible unease that lingered. And festered. Palpable. Tangible. You could feel it when you reached out to touch his skin. So warm and gorgeous. Golden like ichor in this setting sunlight. You dared to press your lips to the wing of a shoulder blade, skin mangled with scar tissue where you liked to imagine wings once resided, and felt him flinch under your featherlight kiss. “Don’t, Bambi.”

“Joel-“

“I said: No.” His voice was firm, and didn’t give much leeway for convincing. “It’s not somethin’ you know how to fix.” But you were stubborn now. You’d found your feet. You stood your ground more, imitated behaviour. Before he could turn away again you reached to right him, set him flat on his back upon the mattress and splay your hand over his soft stomach under the covers. His throat tightened when your hand ventured timidly south. Then his breath tangled in his throat when it wrapped loosely around his half hard cock. Gently stroking it until it stood to attention in your palm. “Let me help…the way I know how.” You whispered into his ear, running your tongue under his earlobe to bring it between your teeth. Voice like honey, so sweet, and smooth, and slow pouring enough to get stuck in. Jesus Fucking Christ, he hated himself for even entertaining the idea of letting you do this for him. For being the one to help you find your feet. For being the man who tarnished innocence. It seemed all he did these days was ruin what little good there was left in the world. He’d taken an entire inkpot to a pristine sheet of paper, splattered black all over it without a care in the world until now. He felt like the space between you was stygian and reeked of his own sin. It simmered and spat and writhed and any moment now I would boil over the second you came to terms with the fact you were too good for him.

His nostrils flared with the thought but with a twist of your wrist he melted. Because at the base of it all, the very depth of his humanity, he was a selfish, selfish man. You watched a swallow pass down the thick column of his throat and rested your head on his shoulder while your hand dragged up his thick, full shaft, thumb smearing a bead of precome over the delicate flushed skin of its head. Joel watched the ceiling and wallowed in pathetic self pity as you kissed your way down his navel, lips moving in a mumbling of words he couldn't quite hear. He let out a breathy moan when you wrapped your lips around the tip, pressing your tongue flat to the underside to let the taste seep onto your tongue. He then closed his eyes trying to imagine anyone other than you between his legs. Another mouth. Another tongue. Someone else's voice.

It was no use because it seemed your eyes, the shade, the shape, were printed to the back of his lids. He gave up. He was too old to try to partake in sisyphean tasks.

Joel sat up and you moved between his legs as he threw the covers off to watch you. His back to the headboard, your warm mouth inviting him deeper, he hesitated to press a hand to the crown of your head, but when you pulled off to lick a flat tongued strip from base to tip, he found himself taking a fist of your hair and righting you over the head completely, pushing down so he slipped into your mouth. Muscle memory had the twitch of a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. The sight of you was enough to have his hips begging to buck, chasing the back of your throat, attempting to find that reaction again.

What you couldn't take of him you wrapped loosely in one hand and the other cupped his balls, adding the slightest pressure that had a dirty cuss passing his chapped lips. Deep inhales billowed in his nose, nostrils flared slightly as he dragged your open, salivating mouth up and down on his length. What he would never understand is how much you hungered for this every time. There was a pain in wanting him like no other, and a reward this great sowed the seed of pleading. You didn’t mind yearning for him because, to you, being hungry was quite a satisfying feeling. It feels nice to want something. To yearn. To have a purpose. You imagined he felt quite the same with the way he could hardly keep his hands from your cunt or your mouth when you passed his front door’s threshold.

“Look at me, Bambi.” He grunted, and your eyes fluttered slightly before the hue of them locked on his through your tear clumped lashes. “I’d like this mouth a whole lot more if it didn’t say such pretty things to me.” He almost lamented, and you felt a tug at your heartstrings. “Makin’ a man hope again.”

Joel sighed, eyes closing for the briefest second. His large hand was still pushing your head with the gentlest of force back down, then his fingers gripped at your hair, dragging you again so the warm, silken touch of your lips and tongue made the fire in his belly start to burn. It was aching, and deep rooted, and had a slow simmer to it. One he begged to hurry along. Joel wanted nothing more than his release so he could set you free again. Set the bird free of its cage. So he threw caution to the wind, and soon you felt the tip of his thick cock reach the back of your mouth again, your throat constricting. “Why won’t you hate me, huh Bambi? What did I do to deserve this?” He asked. If you knew no better you’d have thought his tone implied he hated it. His teeth gritted, words seethed between them. He spat it out in a way that made him seem unworthy of your attention— or the very taste of the thought disgusted him and made his stomach pull up in a wretch. Joel bit down so violently on nothing he swore his molars might turn to dust and clag in spit with the way he was salivating over the sight of you; Puffy lips, bloodshot watering eyes, messy hair. Bent over him and sucking on his cock like it was your only goddamned purpose in life.

You wanted to reply, splutter out the words, but he silenced you. The tip of his cock brushing the back of your throat, and causing your stomach to recoil, tensing as you gagged. Retching slightly as he grimaced at the sound. “You know I can’t love y–” he stopped mid sentence as the ache bloomed into a deep burn. You were oh so grateful because it meant you wouldn’t have to hear what you yearned not to. What you buried deep beneath your stomach and above your diaphragm— that slow, blooming ache. The feeling would never see the light of day. You’d rather die than come to terms with the fact that Joel would not be yours. He belonged to the world. The mass of nature that befell you. That which kept you human and incompetent. He was large, untamable, and oh so delectable in all ways other than matters of love. Joel Miller could not love you.

“Fuck- gonna come, Bambi.” He choked out, head falling back. You looked up at the sight of him through your lashes, lips parted, his brows creased gently in the space between them. Just as you yearned for him to love you, you yearned to be destroyed by him. Coated in him, broken down to pieces by him. Joel Miller could quite literally break you in half, then half again, and again— to the point where nothing was discernible— and you'd get on your knees to thank him for it all. Maybe loving him and being destroyed by him were two in the same?

In the months you’d known him you’d grown to learn that this was as close to a purpose as you’d get. The world robbed you of one, so you searched for it. Selfish enough to keep digging to find one. Only it had no purpose. It has a pattern now, and patterns trick and deceive people into believing in divine intervention. Joel was your divine right. Your purpose. That was what you believed. What you thought about each night. What you thought about now as you took his cock down to the base, the head of him brushing the back of your throat and folds soaked– drenched in the essence of your own arousal. All of which was emphasised by the ache you felt between your thighs that ebbed a little deeper with wanting. A ghost of the pleasure you felt when he was inside you. You entertained it with two fingers slipping between your thighs, teasing your clit. “God— Bambi…” He groaned, eyes rolling back in his head as he let go. Hot ropes of his release flooding your mouth with their heady, salty taste.

You pulled off his shaft, now wet and slick in your own saliva, swallowing a mouthful of his release. His eyes never left you, honing in on the ripple of your delicate throat as you swallowed his come down. Joel couldn't help but hook a thumb into your mouth to unhinge your jaw— to see if anything was left. Nothing was. There never was. Like him, you were too selfish to leave anything.

He should have known better. You never disappoint. “Bambi, you’re too damn good for me.” he panted, skin sweat slick and flushed.

“I promise I'm not.” you whispered to the skin of his lips before he wrapped a large, steadying hand around your arm and pulled you up to his chest. His face met yours and when you looked into those hickory eyes you could have melted on the spot; For the hue of them was nothing like you'd ever seen before, and could command nations to their knees. And if not nations then it could certainly do so to you. “I’m just as damaged as you.`’

The words had his gut in knots because they were akin to holding up a mirror to his visage. And holding his head in place. Holding it still so he was forced to look himself in the eyes and reflect. Reflecting on the monster he’d become. The monster he would always be.

“I’m not asking you to love me, Joel.” You spoke, your voice quiet, slight and timid. Uncertain of his reaction. The way your eyes met his was proof of that. Wide like a foal, wide enough to register the unjust curl of a lip. “ I’m just asking you to stay…”

The words had been burning the tip of your tongue red raw. Each night as he lay beside you, the same questions— words made up of nothing but consonants that had a profound effect on you– would hardly let you rest in his arms. They tortured you instead; Mocked you. It was the equivalent of hanging. You could feel the ghost of a noose around your neck. It might as well have been His hands. It was as rough as them after all.

What is wrong with you? What is so repulsive about you that warrants his departure? Was it the curve of your hips– their dips? Or even the bump on your nose– how dare it not have the perfect influxing curve! The slant of your eyes? The jagged stretch marks on the inside of your thighs! Not only had they the nerve to exist in their silver, shining mockery, posing as a diamond, but they had the fucking nerve to sit where others could see. Fuck them entirely and their very existance. Were those very thighs plump enough? Too plump? Why was there no gap between? Was there too much of a sag to your breasts? The colour of your nipples– why did they have to be that colour? Were the lines on your forehead marring your skin? What on you– about you– detested him? Because if you knew you'd cut it off. You'd change it. You take a knife to your nose and cut it off even if it was just to spite your own face. Now, laying here with him, you wish to be anyone but yourself. Yourself was the woman that disgusted you. It would always be the woman that disgusted you if he didn’t fall in love.

“That's jus’ the thing, Bambi.” He sighed, his mouth moving in a slow hushed mumble. His wind chapped, weathered lips grazed the shell of your ear, “I already do.” Followed by silence, and then: “An’ I ain’t no good at it, I’m afraid.”

That was the problem. Joel thought it had to be a life lived in an entirety of carolling laughter for you. A warm, joyous time. The kind of peace the world seldom granted anyone anymore. Not bound to him by the twine of his selfish nature. In the wrong man’s bed. If the world had told him anything before it was that he deserved to be alone. First Sarah. Then Tess. Ellie too. It was only a matter of time before you left too. He had no clue that what you wanted was just to be held. To be kept. He didn’t have to carve out a hole in himself to accommodate you. Nor give an arm or a limb. He just had to stay. Exactly where he was now. Exactly as he is. But selfish men believe in selfish things. And Joel Miller was a selfish man.

Maybe he wasn't. Humans are, after all, selfish creatures. If we are innately selfish does that make us selfish, or just human. Regardless– Joel was selfish. Yes. But more importantly: He was the damned, the scrutinised, the beggar. All of the above.

Joel Miller was, and forever will be, the fallen.

[kooktrash]

just an insight on what writers have to deal with in regards to inclusivity for everyone:

I’ll start off by saying I’m obvi hiding their username for anonymity but I just wanna show yall what it’s like to be a writer these days on tumblr 💀

I’ve never explicitly said my writing is only for poc or only for white. I purposely try and leave that out of my writing bc I want everyone to feel included. the sugar daddy fic this user is referring to is I believe Lace & Luxury where I never once said it was a black character. does this mean I would never write a black/poc character? ofc not, it just means that I don’t specify race/ethnicity, etc or how will it be inclusive for all? and the immediate jumping to conclusions bc a character in my fic has y2k style or bc of a moodboard pic [of a white person with a heavy tan I found off pinterest] leads the idea that it’s poc is weeeiiiiirrrrrddddd bc even if it was, i don’t see how it would be such a problem to read the tags

if anything I feel like there should be MORE writing for poc

this person is talking about wanting “inclusivity” but they’re upset that a character might be a poc or overweight bc it doesn’t describe them?

finally this strange need to be a victim by saying “do you have a grudge against skinny people” literally BAFFLED ME, bc I went on their blog where they reblogged a post about how skinny people are ignored LIKE WHATTTTT

I’ve been reading fanfiction since I was 13 in 2014 and I could never read a story about a brown character but there were a billion carbon copy fics of a blonde/ginger, skinny main character. I would read them bc what other option did I have? that’s why this upsets me because one)

I don’t ever specify my character’s race/color/weight so for someone to make assumptions and then message me trying to ask me to change the way I write is weeeeeirrrrdddd. I’m not a professional, I write for fun and if there are blogs out there that only specifically write for poc or heavier set people, DONT READ THEM IF YOU DONT LIKE THEM

suddenly all these readers want to delegate how a writer creates a story when it used to be that we had readers BECAUSE they liked the way we wrote, not bc they want to change it

this is what poc people have gone through for yearrrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssss:

and like I said, I try and be inclusive and never describe someone’s physical traits unless it’s in the most indirect way but I completely respect and acknowledge writers who do specifically make works for poc readers or readers with a certain type of body type [that was never written before in fanfics]

I also don’t care if people think I’m rude, I’m literally Mexican with tan skin and black hair and if I wanted to write works that’s “not inclusive to white/skinny people” I would’ve done that by now, but that’s not my goal so pls don’t try and paint my writing to be for one target audience

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top 5 jeonghan teeth? top 5 things you’re manifesting to find on mojekrpice (or are in the faves waiting to get checked out)? top 5 outfits you would have jeonghan wear if you could style him?

ouh... this is like when that anon asked me to choose favorite jeonghan toe... why pit bad bitches against each other? But i do find teeth topic much more serious so out of his wooden doll herbivore tic tac teeth i gotta say i love them all so i am going to say fav things about them as all as an entity (which they are to me) 1. front chipped tooth (see HERE) 2. the fact we can see both rows of teeth when he smiles (see HERE) 3. the way his whole face becomes so extremely scrunkly when he smiles like a little gremlin (see HERE) 4. the fact he was in a fight and they knocked out his teeth and he had to get braces but he didnt lose the fight. as if that MATTERS at that point krezubava lutkice 5. the way he looks so young and i think his milk teeth are one of the biggest reasons why like thats my choco bunny he cant be 28 kill yourself. anyway to end it all -> one of my all time favorite jeonghan teeth video 🦷🤍 WHAT AN INCREDIBLE QUESTIONNNNN ILYYYY okay i will show you whats in my likes! but first what im manifesting to cop in general is -> black high heel mules & black skort that doesnt look like shorts in the back just like a short skirt all over. thats it i am always very deliberate with my shopping but NOW! moje krpice favorites 1. wrangler denim platforms 2. the kooples silk skirt 3. roberto cavalli mules (Will be mine 🧿🧿🧿) 4. roberto cavalli jeans 5. stella mccartney + adidas shorts (dont know how to style this actually if u have any idea LMK please)

and OKAYY you know i literally made like 10 moodboards of me styling him (CLICK HEREEE i feel like a clickbait newspapers) so i will just put 5 more fits that i didnt already mention (i still stand behind everything i said i literally was insane back then... with a vision though!) and no i couldnt just choose 5 who do i look like... 1. valentino spring couture 2023 - i wouldnt put him in burgundy pants but u love the top so much and i think baby pink looks beautiful on him 2. helmut lang spring 2001 rtw - what.... 3. gucci spring 1997 - what............ 4. roberto cavalli spring 2003 - he would look unreal idgaf like his tiny waist in the corset and then the flowy top with chest shown nothing sounds better to me at this moment 5. except maybe whole stomach out with low waisted pants (fanci club 2024) 6. What....... (samuel cirnansck spring 2012) 7. fendi fall/winter 2023 - i mean love the asymmetrical bare shoulder. easy pick that didnt make the cut last time 8. jenny anderson x lily gatins (distressed sterling silver arrow choker) 9. and last but not least... this is embroidery of serbian dress and okay hear me out i want him in nošnja, idgaf i will defend him if anyone says anything about cultural appropriation like please. i think he would look darling...... 😁❤️

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[mosviqu]

could u assign ur moots as a particular fic you’ve written??

ANON this is the most fun mutual game ive ever recieved thank u 😋

@csenke is definitely how we make sunny days. her vibe is very much sweet and calming and very very comforting. this fic is very golden hour late autumn vibes which fits her a lot hhh. but also i feel like i should say liebestraum bc....duh.. 🙄

@zzoguri is sympathy subtraction. and mon now, this fic is special to me. but i somehow think you have the same comforting vibe but also you and your work kind of radiate the same longing as this fic does?? also u are a really great friend to me and u kind of fit the vibe of vernon in this fic but also the whole friendgroup.. idk it just fits okay

@satoruly is annoying (derogatory) and listen NOT because you're annoying because youre NOT! but i rlly enjoy the vibe of this fic and somehow i think it fits you...? its kinda fun but also kinda silly but also kinda sweet and i think thats a perfect mix for you

@sungbeam is potential. i dont even know why ?? maybe its the dynamic of the friendgroup and also yn and chenle that kind of reminds me of beam. there is a lot of care in the relationship they share and also a lot of identity crisis in chenle that reminds me of u beam NOT IN A BAD WAY THO its just that i see you as a very complex and interesting person and i think chenle in this has a lot of depth. also just fyi this fic is my top 5 ever and i adore beam a lot so

@decembermoonskz is i'm not angry anymore (well, sometimes i am) for the band vibes idk TT but also there's something about the time i wrote this fic in that reminds me of you. it's my comfort fic in a way and you izzy are my comfort person too

@flowerjun is you're not the only one !! this fic is somehow wholesome but also bittersweetingly sad and something about that is very kyuzu to me :,) also kyu i miss u and i love u. this fic has little sister vibes and thats you to me.

@injangism is all is on my side. a lot of love and longing and missing someone went into this fic and the way mc and jeno love is the type of love we have to each other - never ending, selfless and pure (in my opinion... idk if it shines through in the fic haha). ily sm xx

@kimsohn is sweet like candy :p cool but lovely vibes, very much maya. mc of this has your vibes in my opinion?? also this fic was very fun to write and i always have fun when i talk w u !!!:pp

@winterchimez is the storm's fury and now do NOT ask me why... it's literally league lore...? TT but again the vibes kinda fit and it's one of my only fantasy fics and i think this genre kind of radiates your vibes for some odd reason

@heemingyu is lee felix's guide to hating you. idk i wrote this fic a LONG time ago but i remember it as being very fun but also kind of personal to me ?? i don't really have much reasoning for this becuase sometimes i speak vibes only but if this fic had a trailer/moodboard/something it would be sana vibes for sure

@justalildumpling is just saying NO ARGUING idk for some reason j gives me yangyang vibes in this fic especially. very real, very fun, very self-aware, very silly and very adorably delusional (that fits you as a sunwoo stan). altho i will say you are cooler than yang AHAHA.

[syrips]

hello im gonna pin this post

hello my name is Syrips, im a super duper simp and simp/self-insert enabler for others who love strahd or any cos/ravenloft/fictional characters

im 28, but i sometimes say im thirty as a vague response because its easier and faster to say (or safer to say to strangers)

i think i am autistic but i am currently only self-diagnosed; i plan to tell my doctors once i compile a binder of reasons why i think im autistic based on noted events in my childhood, behavior, and my reflected perspective on things in pages of charts and text which is a totally neurotypical thing to do

im genderfluid and i am fine with any and all pronouns (different people may use different/changing/fluid pronouns on me, i am completely fine with this)

im polyamorous and pansexual/panromantic, i gush over games that have polyamory/pan options!!

i have huge CoS/Ravenloft spoilers so please, PLEASe do not enter unless you are fine with being spoiled with all kinds of content. i also wont explain what is or isnt 'canon' because, well, some things may be canon for one person, while potential/not-canon for another, so i really cannot confirm or deny it myself.. ask your DM for confirmation! (and for my players who are here, hehe, goodluck figuring it out!)

i do music, art, crafting, and streaming sometimes, here is my linktree: https://linktr.ee/syrips

please 'ask'/message/send me any and all of your curse of strahd and/or ravenloft works of art! this can include these and more!:

playlists

moodboards

art/portfolio/link to your art or artblog

pages of your OC/PC/dnd lore (both player and DM welcome)

campaign/session notes and storytime

canon and potential-/home-/head-canon dumps

narrations/imagines/ao3/google docs/fanfic/fic writings

cool crafts!!

i crave it more than strahd craves blood, please and thank you!

you can also send me stuff and let me know if you want me to gush/simp over it, provide advice, or simply acknowledge it (publicly or privately)! let me know in advance cuz i dont want to make you uncomfortable with what you share

i have no limits on triggering fictional content, just make sure to tw it properly if it is sensitive content for others

my Ask thingy is always open, i may ramble alot if i get passionate enough though so be warned! hehe

ok goodbye ill edit or change this whenever idk

Edit Entry 1 - 11th Moon, 2023

for context, keita/raze (he/him) is my irl partner. he's been a simp for alucard (castlevania) longer than i've begun simping for strahd. i only discovered this years into the relationship when we watched castlevania (where i expected to be a bigger simp for castlevania), and instead HE made high pitch simping noises as alucard appeared on the screen and i was like -sus eyes- wait a GOSH DARN MINUTE-. also, keita has a thing for necks. i shrugged it off when he first told me, but years later i started simping for strahd and now i look back at that moment like 'hm. odd.-'. anyways, i mostly started dating him because he sounds like a kermit the frog southern guy who goes 'howdy howdy' and he says 'i should be golden' unironically and i think thats pretty funny

i tag stuff as #making a keita tag so when keita presses this he can see all the stuff that he likes so that i can organize stuff and incase he ever decides to poke around my blog and use this tag search within my blog

Edit Entry 2 and 3 - 12th Moon, 2023

syrips OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)

Other People's Adored OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)

[starcloud-nova]

PLEASE ramble to me about your OCs I am 👀👀👀

Catla this ask has been sitting in my inbox for so long that it has gotten EMBARASSING but I will move past all that and take this opportunity you have given me. Thank u. This ended being 2k+ words and it’s late and I’m tired of half-assedly proofreading so I am putting it out into the world.

Some preface before we get into it (there are a lot of prefaces bear with me!): The story of my original OCs (just 2-3 characters) was “what if there was a character, and she was adopted by [character I am too embarrassed to name], and there was found family.” This was the end goal. Everything else was backstory. They started off as Marvel OCs, then BNHA, then Haikyuu, then Black Clover, then DC, before I finally decided that they were too far removed from any canon to fit into a preexisting story and finally made them just original characters.

By the time I hit DC OCs’, I decided I needed a team of people for my main OCs (siblings) to be friends and allied with, to juxtapose the batfam, so I created a plethora of OCs to go along with them. Suddenly we had a lot of characters, and I needed to thread them all together. I developed my own dynamics, backstories, and other details for all of these characters. 

Instead of starting with an archetype or trope (hothead, scarecrow, hero, rebel, sunshiney, miserable, etc), I started with different events or moments in their lives. Essentially, I went backward, deciding key events before personality (kind of like how real life works…) This is what makes it so hard to describe my OCs to people. There isn’t just a set of keywords I can pull out of nowhere*, like “happy-go-lucky” or “angry” because they react differently in different situations. The only way to know the full range of my characters is to…know them.

*This is for most of my OCs. some of them I never developed as much, so they’re a little more black and white. Looking at you, Kicks.

That was a lot of ramble (it’s well past 1am as I write this) but to boil it down, the reason why i shared all of this information is this: My OCs are not ‘characters’ to me. They are people. They are so complex and have rich histories and aren’t just moodboards or aesthetics to me. And there’s no single plotline that I follow through either (more on this later**), because there is no overarching plot throughout their entire lives. Conflicts get resolved, or there are multiple at once, just like how someone can have both school and home life drama at once.

No, I don’t know their favorite songs, or movies, or colors, or what their ‘likes’ and ‘dislikes’ are. Yes, I know that Daiken would never ever speak to Brii again after everything, and he would definitely fight her if they ever met again, but he still picked up the phone when she called because he knew that she would only call him if it was important. And it was.

Sorry,. I am so normal abt my OCs. no one will read this post LMAO but . oh well. Already at 500 words and no sign of the end.

So the most basics are this:

For the sake of this post, ‘canon’ is at this point in time: Sachi Kojima (she) (16) lives with her three brothers, her twin Kazuki (he) (16), younger (half-)brother Kaito (he) (11), and elder brother Daiken (he) (21). Daiken is their legal guardian and took custody of them when he was 18, after The Incident™ when their severely abusive father (who was also a crimelord) was arrested. Her mother died when she was 4. 

Remember that thing I mentioned about the crimelord? Yeah, so as it turns out [bear with me this is the least plausible part of the story] all of the local bigger criminals/crimelords in the area…participate in ‘bring your kid to work day’, like, most days. Yeah, yeah I know. All of the Criminals™ are lowkey training their kids to follow in their footsteps and take them with them to places but also leave them in this old ass conference room for hours at a time I DONT KNOW it doesnt sound plausible to me either. Anyways. Jokingly, this group of kids call themselves the ‘Junior Murderers Club’ and they fuck around and do a whole lot of Nothing and bond while their parents talk about crime and get drunk and shit. They also call themselves ‘Sixes’ because they’re either six inches away [from their parent] or six rooms away, unless they wanna be six feet under…haha.

This group of kids exists in the ‘pre-canon’ of the story (from when Daiken was 12-17) and consists of: 

Daiken Kojima (he/him) (age 14 for reference)

Former team leader

Original codename: Moonstrike

Current codename: Redpoint

Maisie “Maze” Morian (she/her) (15) [deceased]

Codename: Freyja

Brielle “Brii” Hayes (she/her) (14)

Codename: Widow

Jacob Myers (he/they) (14)

Codename: Nightlight

James “Jamie” Moreno (he/him) (13) [deceased]

Codename: Piccolo

[Deadname] “Amelie” Espinosa (she/they) (12)

Original codename: Torito

Current codename: Mariposa

Lorena Inés “LS” Sauly (she/they) (12) 

do NOT call her by her first name or they will kill u

Codename: Siren

[Deadname] “Kicks” Hall (they/them) (11)

Codename: Kicks

Daiken is one of the few people that can still get away with calling Kicks ‘KJ’, their old nickname derived from their deadname + their codename, Kicks.

Azarus “Azz” Adams (he/him) (10)

Codename: Merlin

Best friends w/Kazuki (currently 17), also hates his first name lol

They are all trauma buddies and went on missions together n stuff and they all mostly*** hated their parents. After Sachi + co. (her siblings) escape their situation, they all kind of break off, and eventually they form the Information League, or the IL, or just… no name at all because I’m still not satisfied with that one.

***EXCEPT Brii who was treated quite well by her father and was brainwashed/manipulated into believing that what they did was okay in some capacity. She is essentially Daiken’s narrative foil and I love her to death. She is the worst. Stupid gay bitch <3

One of the previous generations of Sixes is Perria Dawson (she/her, codename: Delphi), who is ten years older than Daiken (so in canon, 31) who watched silently from the shadows, collected information, and slowly worked her way out of the complicated network of crime that she was entrapped in to eventually Get Out. She specialized in information gathering and staying under the radar. The IL’s base is a warehouse that her father used to own but sorta kinda forgot about, so she took over it when she got away from him and made it HQ. Notably, it has a big open space with high ceilings that they call the Fly, short for flyspace, a few rooms out of the way (kind of hidden) that she lives in with her kids (see below) part-time, and high rafters with those criss-crossy metal ladder things that are a bunch of X’s and stuff. 

In current canon, she’s a programmer or something like that and works a day job and while she’s cool with calls, everyone else feels bad for mooching off of her, so she’s Not to be disturbed during this time. She is my Deus ex machina. Anytime something goes Majorly wrong, someone always has to say the line “I’m calling Perria”. 

Perria also has the habit of picking up strays lmao and later takes in Manha Latif (she her, codename: Trebleclef, 15 in canon), my little meow meow who was not a Six but had a much beloved older brother who disappeared after dealing with some fucked up shit, so she got a little toooo involved in the nightlife and the IL got involved and now she’s one of them. Her brother (Binyamin) is probably dead rip and during all of this mess, her mom goes back overseas to Pakistan and is currently living there, so Perria was like “yea dude I’ll take you in”, so she lives with Perria

A year and a half later, she adopts the strangest fuckin little kid who talks like an adult and doesn’t know her name and appears from the shadows when you call for her and oh shit she’s probably magic or something. When you let a six-year-old pick their own name they will generally pick shit like Andromeda (or Anna for short). They refer to her as ‘The Kid™’ or ‘Star’ in the field.

Other character info I didn’t mention:

Sachi’s codename is ‘Scapegoat’ to reclaim her identity as the childhood scapegoat, because “everything’s always my fault, isn’t that right? 🙄”

Kazuki’s and Kaito’s I am still not completely satisfied with. I have spent many walks home contemplating something that doesn’t sound like a 12 year old came up with but it is hard I tell you. Kaito doesn’t really go into the field much anyway because everyone is determined to not traumatize him anymore than he already is but the name I picked for him is Gear. Kazuki is Steel.

If anyone has suggestions, my criteria are that Kazuki’s starts with an S (to match his sister) and sounds somewhat physics-y or steampunk/cyberpunky. Kaito’s is so weird that anything works really but he likes animals and will probably be a vet so keep that in mind. Also reminder he is 11.

Now that most of my characters are out of the way it’s time to explain the **many plotlines that I have going on. When I come up with scenarios in my mind, they fit into the below categories. Essentially, if I wanted to actually sit down and tell the story of these kids, these are the options that I have.

One: The Early Days (2011-2019) 

The abuse Daiken, Sachi, Kazuki, and Kaito faced at the hands of their father for 8 years. This is either from Sachi’s or Daiken’s point of view. 

Sachi has the unique experience of being the scapegoat and most hated child and also only girl (which is important here as well as later****). Also goes into Sachi’s relationship with her best friends (Bianca/Bia (she), who she was probably in love with [or was she?] and Trey (he)), her twin, lying pathologically to all the adults in her life, her anger issues, and more. 

Daiken has the experience of being the eldest child forced to look after his siblings while work alongside his father on missions and meeting people as well as maintain his grades to escape to medical school and a better future. He’s a lil parentified. Lol. 

Two: Daiken as a Six (2013-2018) 

Trigger warning for child death in this one.

The struggles that Daiken experienced before escaping his father at 18 (when he got arrested). This mainly focuses on how Brii is his narrative foil as well as goes into more detail on the missions he went on with LS and Jacob and Jamie and Azz. When Daiken was 14, he was going through his father’s computer, and accidentally discovers that Jamie had died a few weeks prior, at only 13. This devastates him, and while he was already against the work he was forced into, the circumstances of Jamie’s death (at the hands of one of Jamie’s father’s employees in the mob, used brutally as a human shield), radicalizes him, and he ends up toe-to-toe with the ever-loyal Brii. Brii is like Daiken but her father actually loves her deeply and manipulates/abuses her differently. Years later, Maze (who Brii was secretly in love with) dies at 19, protecting Brii on a mission, and while this would have radicalized Daiken, this only further cements in Brii’s eyes that what they are doing is the way to keep the most people safe. This story is really interesting and nuanced in a lot of ways.

Three: To Grow Again (TGA)/After (2019-) 

The story of Sachi and her siblings’ lives after they’re taken out of their father’s custody and transferred into Daiken’s care a few months later. Mostly a story of healing and setbacks as Sachi experiences loss, works through trauma, adjusts to a new way of life, and also forms close bonds with the IL. This is the Good Ending

An AU of this: Daiken becomes a teen dad and shares custody of his daughter Aika with her mom. This is mostly fluffy slice of life stuff and isn’t canon to anything. 

Another AU of this: I like to play with a roleswap/reverse siblings so that everyone is backward in age. I haven't played with this concept as much so feel free to ask more abt this.

Four: The Dimension Girls (2020-) 

Eventually I got bored of the happily ever after stuff so I gave Sachi the power to travel between dimensions and made her a guardian of the planet Earth. I have a lot of lore I’m still working on (ATSV gave me so many good ideas, but also hey I already had the ‘anomaly’ concept!) but I’ve tried to distinguish between dimensions, universes, and smaller changes in dimensions. That’s a different post. 

Sachi and two other girls****, Allison (Aussie, she/they, 19) and Imogen (Irish, she/her, 16) are meant to help dimensional anomalies, act as ambassadors to other dimensions, and protect the dimension from threats. I used the concept of the 5 senses, where Allison is sight, Sachi is hearing, and Imogen is taste (which I decided includes gasses/the lungs). There are 5 senses, obviously, but I decided that the other 2 girls haven’t activated their powers yet, so right now, Sachi’s Earth doesn’t have all of its guardians, making the burden greater on the three. Not every dimension uses the 5 senses in their powers, or even has the same rules for picking guardians. In this dimension, the guardian powers are passed through the girl in the bloodline (trans-inclusive! Which is why none of the others can be transfemme and Sachi can’t be transmasc lol) until there isn’t one, then it jumps to a new family. There’s some fun horror where these senses sometimes cross over and they can experience things from other dimensions (phantom hearing, vision, smoke in Im’s lungs, etc). There’s also this mirror dimension where they go and blah blah I don’t feel like explaining.

I love doing crossovers so when I do those I just make it a dimensional thing. I tried staying away from the ‘fantasy structure is just a bureaucracy hierarchy’ concept because I hate it, but there are also beings with more power, like Cosmic/Cozy who is an inter-dimensional higher being who steps in when situations get dire. Pronouns pending because I can’t decide between they/them and he/she so y’all can help me out with that as well.

An AU of this: Sachi also gets stuck in timeloops sometimes, caused by her powers somehow. I have fun with it. This one is more canon than the other AU I have, and I headcanon that she wears a watch that beeps at 11:50 pm and again at midnight because when she loops it’s always at midnight, and she can get her bearings at 11:50 pm so that if she ends up looping, she’s somewhere safe and can remember what she was doing at the time to avoid suspicion of the others. It’s a vibe.

Another AU of this: Sachi keeps getting dreams of treading water in an endless ocean as her mother calls out to her and tells her it’s okay + something ominous about where to find her/info about her death. Every time Sachi wakes up, water materializes out of nowhere and she awakens drenched and exhausted, a pool of water around her. This period of time would be either on and off for a few months or for a few weeks straight. She sets an alarm for every 20 minutes so that when she sleeps, she never starts dreaming. She’s constantly exhausted and is living hell for this period of time until the dreams stop.

I think that’s all of the information about my OCs and To Grow Again, the name I picked for their story. This was a lonnggggg post so I will not be surprised if no one reads this. If you made it this far and read most of it, leave a goat emoji in the replies <3. Thank you for letting me rant Catla!!!!! Hope you all enjoyed lol. There is so much information still in my brain, resting, that I have not released yet, so if you have any questions, please hmu with an ask!!! I am obsessed and will respond.

peace ✌️

[rhydianbites]

our 13 to 17 therian/otherkin server is now open to the public!!

reasons why you should join:

• we're really friendly and chill!

• we're active! but its not necessary for everyone to be active. if you dont wanna participate its okay!!

• theres bots for systems and lots of roles

• we're all neurodivergent

• we plan to have events in the future

• we have a suggestion channel for anything you want added to the server

• theres lots of channels like otherkin, therian, fictionkin, creativity, boards (moodboards, fashionboards, etc), and vents!

• cool artists

• one funny mod named joe!

• we just focus on being a community instead of tiktok therian servers that are focused on quadrobics and vocals

• ive gotten into fandoms already from being in the server, and some of us have mutual fandoms!

• and more!

[olliesneweyes]

i hail asylum screenshots

these are details on specific cells, the one thing i'm drawn to is why only one cell has a light? like maybe the others got pulled out/fell/something with the decrepitation but if they did why is this one still here and working??

god the fact that these are faded would mean they're Older. which means they were most likely written by the asylum patients (which at some point in time was MAINLY CHILDREN)

again. are we supposed to ignore the fact children drew this? or?? (this is the chapel location) also why is a child aware of a noose thats also. concerning

i know i've been saying this a lot but this was an orphanage!!! why!!!!! also i think its interesting that even though emily went through with it for her volunteer work, she seemed heavily skeptical the whole time and even said "hey i dont think there's anything wrong with these kids". i think their "issues" came from shitty treatment or whatever so they were essentially getting shocked for NO reason

i also think it's interesting that despite the change to an asylum, they kept the playroom?

this is also some of the religious imagery stuff i was talking about

and finally, the fact that every child's drawing seems to be something "sinister" or flat out horrid?? i'm not sure exactly what the drawings talked abt here look like but i think thats. quite a sign if not a single child is drawing something that ISNT concerning

Oh godd that's so interesting actually!!!! I think I could make a moodboard of images that fit the place—

any mention of the cages? I'm curious to see

Also the playroom.......... It's interesting how... Childlike everything is, given that they now have adult patients. Unless Emil is some sort of exception, which i doubt because I think Alice was an adult when she was in there (Maybe that's part of the reason they drug patients so much - because while they aren't children the staff can certainly drag them down to a child's level so they're easier to "handle")

[voidwritesstuff]

Amos Kane Headcanons

->Amos Kane HCS. General/life pre! Tkc/post Tkc.

->I myself im not black, I am latine. If I got anything wrong or if you have anything to add about Amos being black please tell me. Always Open to learn, just be polite!.

->Hcs for other tkc characters are Open,I dont write x reader but I Will happily make general hcs for any character.

->This post is so Long. Eat up yall. I Will make my own amos kane content HE DESERVES IT.

->reblogs are appreciated.

->moodboard made by me.

Bisexual, fight me/hj.

Got his love for Jazz from his mother (Clementine Kane), she listened to Jazz while she cooked and cleaned,and when Amos was old enough,she took him to his first jazz bar.

He was often times compared to his older brother by his family,not on purpose (sometimes though his father would compare him to julius who was a Straight A+ student) but it did make him harbor a slight resentment to his brother. He got over most of it when he was a little older.(key Word,most of it)

In highschool he was your average student,brilliant but he was fine with just having a C or a B.

Julius got all the dates,he wars the popular kid. (Look at him and tell me im wrong),Big nerd too but there was something about him. Amos was semi popular by proxy,however he kept to himself.

That did not stop the fact that he got his own little fan club (women and men alike) but he always found it a little weird.

Didnt date much in highschool, he was charming and a total Lady/Man Killer once he opened up though.

He decided to learn how to play the saxophone during his sophmore Year,his mom and dad were saving to Get him a tenor saxophone for his birthday.

Amos got to practice music in his highschool's band/music club and once he got a job he could afford classes.

I think their family was pretty middle class,so his parents were saving up for both of their kids college. Hence why Amos had to get a job.

His first job was a record store! And since he knew a lot about jazz and Music in general he got to Open the shop to more of an older demographic. Which brought in more costumeres

Both him and Julius grew up in the house of life as well, I think they lived in the 21st nome up to their early/mid 20s.

Another point of comparison for Julius and amos is that as we know,julius was better than amos in magic. Which just fed at the slight envy Amos had.

Amos still loves his brother very much,always did. But there has been a few times where his scorn has gotten the best of him,especially during fights between him n his brother.

But going back to his life outside the house of life...

Amos got a small appartment with his own money (..and magic) and he was the chillest neighborg you could ever Ask for. He had made sure the walls are insolated so he can play as loud as he can

Always took his trash out, always said hi when someone passed by. Chill ass dude.

He sometimes played on his balcony when he needed to get out his feelings and a lot of the neighborgs and passerbys would just sit and hear him play

The reason why Amos moved out,was becuase he needed to separate himself from his family and find who he was. Cheesy maybe but hes always been in his brothers,his family's, shadow.

Despite that,he did follow some rules of his family.

Always dressed the best he could, making sure he looks perfect (as Julius told Carter, being a black Man in the USA makes it so that you always have to act and look a certain way to not get in trouble/be considered at the same level ) . Was always polite (even if he had to swallow his anger), had to always speak perfectly (barely could use any AAVE, or slang).

It pissed him off, and rightfully so. Having to perform a way and whitewash himself just to be "accepted". However he only ever complained about this to his Friends,

And speaking of Friends,around them the Real Amos came out, hes hilarious and charming, incredibly kind and so very loving and protective.

Hes the designated driver most of the time, he is the one that his AFAB Friends have given him the rights to guard their drink (hes got a MEAN RBF AND WILL INTIMIDATE SOMEOME INTO RUNNING AWAY IF NEEDED)

Most alive on the dancefloor,mans can DANCE.

Has gone to an incredible ammount of gay bars, hes seen Julius in some of them and both have laughed it off. (I hc Julius as pansexual,theres nothing Straight in that whole bloodline)

He orders those fancy ass drinks, he loves them.

Those glasses he uses are actually sun glasses,helps Him with his light sensitivity (theres also nothing neurotypical in that whole bloodline either)

As stated in a previous hc in this list, he studied music. Balancing magician studies and uni PLUS WORK had Amos seriously seeing himself with grey hairs even before julius ever even thought about it.

Hes gotten a few pets in his life, a few cats,birds and dogs.

The first cat he ever got on his own was a little black cat he rescued from the streets on a stormy night when he was walking back from a late uni class.

He heard the cat meowling cuz it was cold and he grabbed the sweet kitten and put it underneath his suit jacket without previous thought.

He named the cat Amunet. (He knows its very egyptian of him,he finds It hilarious)

Amunet was his quality control with ppl,for some reason the cat was incredibly good at sniffing out ppl who werent the best company.

Iskandar took Amunet in when she got older and a lot more fragile, Amos was fine with it since he knew she would be in good hands.

And before I change subjects here lemme add this:

Amos always dresses in suits,that doesnt mean he doesnt have any normal clothes. He does,but he uses them indoors or when hes getting groceries.

One of his neighborgs knocked on his door to ask for something and they found Amos wearing a black shirt with a jazz bar's logo and some blue plaid pants.

That outfit had no bussiness fitting him that well and that neighborgs had to leave from how red they were.

I also hc he does his own hair, he uses bonnets And that hes got a whole routine for his hair.

Seeing amos in a bonnet is a treat

I also hc his "barrel chest" body comes from his father,Amos barely works out, and hes fine with being a little chubby. Adds to his charm.

During And after the events of TKC.

Amos loved ruby, they were really good Friends with eachother. And was devastated when she died.

Was fuming and furious when Iskandar forbid him from seeing his family.

He loves his niece and nephew with a passion,def was the cool uncle. He was so angry that he could see his family.

Partially the reason why he move back into the 21st nome. He felt like he needed to be close to his family somehow (I hc their parents died or retired somewhere before the events of the saga and left the 21st nome)

He sometimes would sneak to london to make sure sadie was okay, it pissed him off to see her being bullied or seeing her grandparents not take care of her hair (I want curly haired sadie)

He was devastated when the whole Julius-osiris thing happened. He blamed himself for not doing something more to stop Julius (even if there was nothing he could do)

Set's possesion fucked him up obviously,Set would taunt him with all the mistakes hes done in his life, his feelings of inediquacy or his own minor inferiority complex.

He obviously dealt with PTSD afterwards, he had vivid nightmares and would wake up crying and screaming. He couldnt even stand the color red or the deserts or any mention of magic for a good while.

He could barely eat and let alone shower or get out of bed. His hair was a GODDAMN MESS and sometimes Carter and sadie would help him out (he didnt like the kids doing that but theyre as stubborn as he is)

He couldnt do magic for a while,so he couldnt help in restoring his house.

He missed his family dearly after he went to heal to the first nome.

During book 2 he slowly rediscovered himself, he met a therapist that was part of the house of life and she gladly took him in as a patient.

He started making contact with Set during book 2, Henc why set looked the way he did in russia.

It started off as small things,practicing "chaos" magic. Set slowly appeared in his dreams, first he was an ass and then he...started to warm up to Amos.

Which means Set low key fell in love with Amos. Because have you seen him? (Dark mlm story do go brr)

Set and Amos fucked,Amos topped. Dont ask me, I just know it.

During book 3 he never in his life imagined himself as the chief lector. But he saw this oportunity as a way to make change.

He followed the path of set, and hes damn good at it. Set could never step out of line with him ever again, and it was the closure Amos needed.

Some of the qualities of set rubbed off on him, he started having a darker/more sarcastic sense of humor, has done some harmless pranks and his flirting game has improved,theres some smooth/dark suaveness about him now.

Hes bootycalled set at some point I think. Set doesnt speak of it and Amos finds it hilarious.

His nightmares arent as horrible as they used to be, he barely has them now. But on the off change he has them, he Will Walk around the first nome to clear his head, play his saxophone and go back to bed.

The kanes have big parties for the holidays, the whole family comes to these cookouts they hold (yes,even julius and ruby! )

During these cookouts the kids get to see their family loosen up, ruby,amos and Julius act like college kids around eachother. They share 1 braincell

Its a sight to behold. Truly.

Once,Julius and Amos got into a playfight (as siblings do) and both ended up In the pool,making Sadie and Carter both flabbergasted and with New blackmail material.

Ruby was laughing so hard, she also told the kids of the brothers misadventures. The never saw their dad and uncle the same way since then (un a good way)

More hcs that idk where to put them

When ppl ask how he got KHUFU he always gives everyone a different story just to fuck with them. But truth is that he doesnt know or remeber how he got them

Philips of Macedonia was actually Amunet's first toy. It was an alligator, so then when iskandar took the cat in,Amos started to toy with the idea of making him a shabti.

He is a flirty drunk, he also laughs a lot more.

As chief lector he doesnt get days off,but oh he does take them sometimes. He spends the time to reconnect with his college buddies, have some fun around brooklyn,that kinda thing

Teaches sadie how to take care of her hair,takes her to black salons in brooklynn.

Very good chef. Very good,better than julius (he holds it over his brothers head a lot)

Sometimes when Julius and Amos bicker,neither know if its bcs of them being siblings or bcs set and osiris are siblings. Or both.

He has gotten a parental attachment to Walt as well, both are happy w it but they dont know if theres not some god fuckery going around.

Hes terrified of spiders,so is Julius. Both Will either jump on things to avoid it or fireball it to oblivion. When asked about it both Will vehemently deny it.

He took a love for horror after he made his peace with set. He thinks its bcs of well, the whole shebang with set.

Was really close to fireball someone after that someone tried to touch his hair after he had freshly taken care of it. He maintains that it wasnt an exageration (And I support his desicion)

Knows spanish,dont ask how. He knows it

(This is me proyecting but im sure hes got a weakness for latine people. I myself im latine so!!!!!! I can say what I want on it!!!!!)

Hes amassed costumes from around the world, little tricks when cooking or dance moves or even little things like leaving his shoes at the door.

Hes the quiet chaotic type, as in he Will be plotting about all the little seeds of chaos he can plant for weeks on end. Theyre harmless, really.

Loooves spicy food. Its cannon that he couldnt help but laugh when Carter couldnt handle the spice.

Avoids the news like the plague, he does read the newspaper sometimes if hes really bored.

He also follows some music magazines and news channel.

Hes gone to some concerts and has taken Sadie and Carter to some (I hc sadie as a big Sleep Token fan)

He took Carter and sadie to the same jazz bar his mom took him

Played happy birthday on his saxophone for his niece/nephew's bday.

Doesnt want to have kids,and hes fine with it.

He had dumb petty fights with Julius when they were kids.

Their rooms were Next to eachother in the 21st nome. So imagine the Shenanigans

They did grow up in the 21st nome, it was their family's house after all. However they couldnt really invite non magicians over. They never brought anyone home

Ruby was the first ever outsider to set foot in there.

Clementine and the brothers father absolutely ADORED Ruby.

Uncle was the kids god-father. Always made sure the kids had everything they needed.

Bent over backwards for his nephew/niece. Always Will.

Big family Man, obviously

WHEW. WHAT A FUCKING RIDE IT WAS. Anyway enjoy.