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watch Celestia wear that as a night gown lmao

'The Rose of Time' gown by Frieda Lepold

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Celestia Foreman-McGuire.

she/her.

TW : (a lot of) cursing, mention of alcohol.

– Adopted in Pennsylvania.

– Leo.

– CEO of a talent management agency.

• looks like a doll.

….until she opens her mouth.

• “the FUCK 'you looking at, you fucking waste of yo’ dad’s jizzm??”

• the hot-headed one of the family.

• throws nasty looks at people you don’t like. Just come to her and say “look at them for me, please.” She’ll stare at whoever you pointed like they’re a sickening walking piece of trash and only once they’re gone, she’ll turn to you like “why d’you want me to do that btw ?”

• theater kid with anger issues looking like barbie, basically.

• aggressively affectionate. <3

• takes you to a different, expensive ass restaurant on every date. Each time, her only indication to you will be “doll yourself up, we’re eating good tonight.” And because she only ever gives you the best there is, you always do.

• known as the diva of the Foreman-Mcguires.

• gags at the idea of wearing a bad outfit.

• will throw a fit if you refuse to eat breakfast.

• wears stiletto heels everyday. (and you’ve never seen her stumble. never.)

• “Okay, I’mma stop you right there ‘cause we’re not really talking about me anymore, sooo… yeah, no, I don’t care.”

• dresses like a princess and acts like a villain.

• has a secret sanrio obsession.

• a sucker for flowers. Get her a bouquet and she might buy you a house or two.

• asked you out as if you were the one interested in her.

• “I mean, I guess we've been talking a lot recently, yeah. I can't blame you. I am irresistible; like WHO could possibly not want me, right ? So, if you threw yourself at me to, I don't know, kiss me or whatever, I wouldn't be mad... I'd definitely understand.... I'm just saying–”

• always spends 50/50 of her free time : drinking a cup of tea, sitting in a cafe/restaurant, bitching about people - or - going shopping in the fanciest places in town. (bonus; she brings Oliver to hold her bags whenever he's around.)

• obsessed with ribbons; she often wears pink ones in her hair.

• very confrontational – if she has a problem, she’ll gladly let you know, and don’t expect her to be sweet about it.

• don’t get it wrong though, she’s not feared. She’s basically the human version of a chihuahua and her siblings, especially the youngest, love to tease and annoy her on purpose. You can’t blame them, she has the best reactions–

• well aware of her diva reputation and absolutely loves it.

• “Urgh, I’m forgetting your face as I’m looking at it.”

• clingy behind closed doors. She always needs your attention and cuddles and if you don’t provide, she will pouuuut.

• you expected her to be an insufferable boss but, even though she is very serious about her work and will want only the best from her employees; she's actually very considerate and right with all of them.

• loves journaling. She draws little hearts and flowers on ever single page.

• wears strong, bewitching perfumes. leaves a delicate scent anywhere she goes.

• “Imagine disliking me, though.”

• owns a “drama queen certificate”. (Mickayla gave it to her for her birthday; Celestia said she hated it but still keeps it neatly in her desk drawer for some reason, uh.)

• loves alcohol but very much is a lightweight.

• can be cocky and seem arrogant, but gets weirdly sweet and innocent when you’re around. (and of course, she gets teased to death for it.)

• always needs to press your wrist when she's anxious; feeling your pulse soothes her.

• very loyal. If somebody messes with her siblings or you, she’s baring her claws. And it stings.

• has one of the prettiest faces you’ve ever seen; easily could’ve been a model.

• second biggest fashionista of the family. (nobody could ever compete against Mickayla for top 1.)

• bickers a lot with Liz (meaning, they’re best friends.)

• “Listen here lady, you might have the tits, but I have the ego, which is what one needs to survive, so quit polluting my space, will ya?”

• ugly crying in your arms when she misses her siblings after not seeing them for like a week.

• wearing flavored gloss all the time. because it looks good. and tastes good. just in case you’d go for a spontaneous kiss. just in case.

• amazing pianist. She used to play everyday when she was younger but eventually stopped as she got older. started when she was 13.

• sometimes, when you come visit her, you can hear beautiful notes echoing in the large, luxurious space of her house. You don’t make any noise when you approach her just to get a chance to look at her play; she looks like an angel, far away from the annoyed gaze and sardonic smirk she usually shows.

• openly jealous and possessive – not so much so that she’d keep you from living your life; but she’s by far the most “territorial” one of the family.

• love languages : gift giving (very big on that one; you often get overwhelmed by her generosity – you’d never thought someone would buy you a car or a whole brand new wardrobe just… because? she can?) and physical touch. usually she wouldn’t let anybody get close to her because “ew, your fucking greasy hands on my prada clothes, bitch” but she lives for your hands on her, her waist, her hair and, she can’t keep hers to herself… especially in public. she’s grabbing you all over and there’s nothing you can do to escape it.

• loves, loves, loves bunnies. She’s a big animal lover girlie, but these little fluffy balls just have her heart.

• bakes when she’s nervous; and with the industry she’s in and the agency she rules, it happens a lot. Prepare your tummy and tastebuds for apple pies, cookies, peanut butter bread and blueberry muffins every three to five business days.

• romantically calls you "bitch". (you only get cheesy, disgustingly sweet pet names behing closed doors though<3)

• “I just decided everybody here is a stupid bitch. Not you, though. Nah, you're cool. You're my stupid bitch. ”

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nurturing soft-spoken cute af and even wears a beret??? it’s liz. IT’S LIZ! ! !

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Oliver Foreman-McGuire.

he/him.

– Adopted in California.

– Sagittarius.

– ADHD. (diagnosed at 12.)

– Photographer, specialized in nature.

• some people just know how to befriend the whole world…. he’s one of them. he could befriend a shoe.

• naturally lights up the room. he enters the space with his blond curls, his bright smile and his animated voice and everyone falls under his spell…. you included.

• goofy and athletic are his two main traits. sometimes you see him randomly walking upside down on his hands around the house for absolutely no reason??

• cooks breakfast for you when you’re staying with him. It’s funny how quick he jumps out of bed to run to the kitchen. He prepares food with a big smile on his face, humming happily, giving little pieces of whatever he’s cooking to Hanslo.

• a lot of people think he seems fake. There’s no way anybody’s genuinely so giggly and happy and kind all the time, right ? sigh, if they only knew.

• can’t live without his army of stuffed animals. Bears, unicors, cows, sharks and octopuses – he’s got them all and needs them all to sleep.

• started surfing when he was 12, became obsessed with it and basically started living on the beach ever since lmao.

• travels a lot for his job. To photograph the whole wide world and its little gems, he must go over the entire globe and, if you’re down for it, he’d love for you to come along. :)

• can’t stay still for the life of him. he needs to move around, to stay occupied, to entertain himself at all times.

• sings in the shower.

• 6’1 with big dreams 💪

• his best friend is his dog, Hanslo, a golden retriever. They always stick together; it’s impossible to find one without the other.

• eaaaasily could’ve been a chef – this guy cooks meals straight from heaven.

• loudest laugh ever; but not in an unpleasant way. it’s infectious and frank; you can tell by the dimples that appear on his cheeks.

• obsessed with the ocean and its animals. he could talk about them for houuuurs (and he will fall in love with you if you listen to him infodump.)

• toxic masculinity ? i don’t know that hoe.

• likes to act silly and optimistic; he’s the type of person you need around you. Having a bad day ? Anxious about something ? Call him. He’ll make you smile and breathe better in a minute.

• jacked mf. has the dimensions of a fridge lol

• dominic and him like to wrestle and get into friendly strength-based little competitions.

• nurturing and caring guy. like very caring, even with strangers. It just doesn’t make sense to him to… be bad and not care ? like how ? how could you ? how–

• « Sometimes, I really, really miss my siblings… then I think about how they’re all trying to change the world in their own way and be true to themselves, doing good things wherever they are… and also that one time Skyh almost burned our house down and then I feel better–»

• very protective of his siblings, he loves them deeply and gets along with all of them.

• wholesome ass reaction when karter came out.

• « WAIT. I had a brother the whole time and I didn’t even know ? damn, I was robbed. In my arms, dude ! »

• gets attached to people pretty fast and is terrified of abandonment.

• loves to paint his nails but sucks at it – he always asks for mickayla’s help to draw tiny little fishes on each finger.

• loves wearing pearls. necklaces, bracelets; anything with pearls. If you ask about it he’ll just say : « Precious pearls for a precious boy. :)»

• so, so affectionate. He couldn’t hide when he loves someone even if he wanted to; you can just see it on his face : the way he lights up when they’re around, the way he looks at them with fucking sunlight in his eyes – it’s obvious.

• goes to his big sisters when he needs advice on anything. He calls them the wise oldies. (picture celestia's disgusted face.)

• super talkative. could chat your ears off for a whole week and still have a million more stories to tell.

• not really the type to love parties but whenever he goes, he becomes the human disco ball of it. he’s just powerful like that.

• adventurous. he lives off the thrill of discovery. Whenever you want to try something new, go to a new place, dive into the unknown without a plan; he’s your guy.

• very vocal about his feelings. He isn’t scared about being vulnerable, crying, saying what he likes, loves and dislikes. He’s so blunt about his heart’s tantrums that it’s disarming, sometimes.

• BIGGEST SIMP EVER. you do anything, he likes it. You smirk, laugh, BREATHE, he loves it. do it again. please do it again. oh my god just do it ag–

• very polite. He’s the kind of friend your family/parents reaaaally appreciate. Like if you want to go somewhere they’d ask you « Is Oliver going to be there ? »

• you don’t think there’s anything or anybody he hates? either that, or he just hides it very well.

• clingy ass. c’me here, let him give you a koala hug. ;)

• love languages : physical touch and acts of service.

• don’t even think about lifting a finger in this man’s presence. he’ll get offended.

• likes to hang around half-naked lmao. the man is SHAMELESS.

• can’t be called the « jealous type » per se, but does get jealous and will tell you about it without making a big deal out of it.

• loves stargazing. he likes the sky almost as much as he loves the sea.

• insanely loyal. i’m talking dog-like type of loyalty.

• always been hardworking. even back in school, he’d make sure to find tons of different ways to cope with his short attention span to study.

• fantastic billiards skills.

• a bit naive sometimes. you have to remind him from time to time that life isn’t all made of butterflies and rainbows.

• in love with hip hop culture.

• showers you in compliments but gets bashful when you give them back.

• « I just love experimenting, you know ? I like throwing myself into the world’s hands and engage in all the fun it’s offering me. But loving you ? That’s, like… the wildest experience yet. My favorite, by far.»

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again, no idea if Anyone did this before me

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NSFW - In the sheets - Harryo Duncan.

NSFW - he/him.

TW : mention of pet play, voice fetish, humping, praise kink, pathetic horny guy lmao

• omg make him your bitch please.

• gets so overwhelmed about his feelings for you, how good you look, how good you feel, he doesn’t know what to do with himself– guide him, tell him what you want, what you need, and he’ll do that juuuust right.

• wants to please you, to give you exactly what you deserve : the whole fucking world. he’d do anything to hear you make these hypnotic, honeyed sounds over and over again.

• so fucking quick to get on his knees it's a whole ass new record every time–

• asks you to just ruin him until he's drooling.

• shyness and hesitation don’t exist in the sheets; as soon as you two get freaky, he leaves his doubts aside. No shame. No embarrassment. If it means making you feel good, he’s ready to accomplish any of your desires.

• his touch, so delicate and sweet usually, becomes desperate and intense during intimate moments. his hands are so strongly pressing your skin – fingers digging into your hipbones while he pounds into you, kisses stealing your breath away when he undresses you, strokes burning your skin when he discovers your body up and down for the umpteenth time… he's leaving mean marks on you for sure.

• huuuuge praise kink. tell him he’s good, so good, tell him how you feel. he needs to hear it all.

• insanely good with his hands. being a violinist really helps 'cause yeah…. he’s pulling strings for sure. 👀

• definitely into pet play – tell him he’s your puppy, treat him like your puppy. make him crawl to you, make him wear a leash, a collar, make him growl.

• one thing that always gets him in the mood is when you get possessive. Mention that he’s your boyfriend and he’ll get flustered. Mention that he’s yours and he’ll get brick hard.

• always ends up calling you when he’s jerking off. No matter how long, how hard he’s stroking himself, nothing chases away the thought of you, the sinful thought of you; he needs more. Hearing your voice through the speaker takes him to paradise, and if you give him jerking instructions ? oh lord– he’s over the moon, cumming under five minutes.

• « I just– I couldn’t wait. I found the shirt you forgot at my place last night and– It just smells like you, smells so good, I, ah– I was touching myself before I even realized, can you just, hmpf, talk to me please ? Please, hm, please talk to me–»

• humps his bed when he thinks about you at night. (he’s so needy honestly he doesn’t even realize it until he's on the verge of dirtying his sheets)

• extremely sensitive. any touch of your hand could get him hard. you can’t even count the amount of times you gave him a boner at work, when you just visited to borrow a book. Maybe it’s the way your eyes stared at the shelves so intensely, or how softly you ran your fingers on the covers of each book; he was already gulping, feeling weaker by the minute but when your hand brushed against his as he handed you your goddamn book– that was it. He just had to excuse himself, run to the bathroom and, guess who called you just six minutes later~

• obsessed with your tummy and waist. loves to grab it, squeeze it to death, kiss it, bite it, and if you give him your ok, he'll finish right there, moaning at the sight of his seed decorating your skin.

• refuses to remove his glasses when you two have sex because he wants to see all of you, and they always slide down his nose when he thrusts in and out of you relentlessly.

• you still can’t believe the huge gap between his two sides – it’s like he’s two different people. The innocent-looking, angelic, shy, goody two-shoes at the library turning into a slut in the sheets; he looks so obscene, so pathetic, so whoreish.

• whimpers, whines and moans so loud, you can’t go to your dorms when you want to get intimate because you know you’ll get noise complaints.

• has a lot of wet dreams ever since you started dating.

• has the audacity to act shy again right after he’s done rearranging your guts. It’s like the sex switch is off so he just goes back to being this flustered little angel–

• really struggles to tell you when he’s in the mood, but he’s sooo obvious with it, with his cheeks getting pinker than usual and this raging hard-on he does a terrible job hiding, he doesn’t even have to ask for it….. unless you make him. and he’d like that.

• « Don’t… don’t stare at me, please…. . . . you know I’ll get hard again, please stop–»

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Skyh Foreman-McGuire.

she/her.

TW : mention of drugs/smoking.

– Polish-American, adopted in Oregon.

– Cancer woman.

– Game developer.

• don’t even try to understand what is going on inside her head. Many have tried… they all failed and left very disturbed.

• her thought process is so unpredictable, it’s entertaining. You don’t even question it anymore, you just follow its groove.

• always has flawless eyeliner with the prettiest little details.

• doesn’t really care much about fashion; she just throws on whatever she finds most comfortable.

• wants to live in the woods, become a fairy and never interact with anybody ever again.

• when you met her, you genuinely thought she was on something – but no. You really couldn’t believe it when she said she doesn’t smoke/use drugs of any kind.

• though when you hang out with her, you feel like you’re under substances lmao. Skyh is a whole hazard–

• has a lot of ear piercings. You wonder how her ears haven’t fallen off yet tbh.

• put a pen or some paint brushes in her hands and she becomes someone else – it’s without a doubt the only moment you get to see her focused expression. She creates works of art like it’s natural to her, like she doesn’t even have to think; she just does.

• sometimes karter and her meet at his place just to sit in his room and draw or paint in silence for hours. That’s how they bond.

• strongly rejects her parents’ desires and ways. They don’t even try to argue with her anymore. They, just like everyone else, abandoned the idea of ever being able to grasp what she’s thinking about.

• though people seem to view her as an alien (you do too, kind of), she gets you like nobody else does and, for some reason, she feels like you get her too; like you somehow always find a way to see eye to eye with her.

• for this reason, you’re her alien. That’s how she calls you.

• you’re saved as ‘my little UFO´ in her phone–

• you’re her first love. Nobody really ever understood Skyh or even managed to grab her attention long enough before. You’re very special to her.

• frogs and bees and spiders are her besties.

• absolutely obsessed with bugs of all kinds.

• big fan on skinny dipping. Her favorite activity is undressing herself, undressing you, then jump into any icy lake she finds.

• likes to lie on the ground. in the snow, grass, cold parquet; pretty much anywhere.

• only gets talkative when you two are alone. She doesn’t like crowds and doesn’t bother to try to interact with people in general. She usually remains quiet when her siblings are around.

• has a very hard time trusting people (she has more faith in bugs than any human ), but she does trust the good hearts of her siblings and you, of course.

• into journaling. Whenever she gets the chance, she sits down and draws and writes about little things that she likes, new insects she discovered, random(like, very random) thoughts and cute stuff you did during the day. <3

• brutally honest. like. brutally.

• a human gremlin. that’s the best skyh description.

• addicted to tea. strongly believes that tea is a remedy for everything. Not once has it happened that you visited her house and she didn’t offer you some warm, relaxing, delicious tea.

• girl was born tired lmao.

• has a huge collection of buttons. They kind of look like eyes; she likes it. She won’t care about how cute or how well-made a shirt is…. but if it has some interesting-looking buttons, oh lord–

• could live her whole life only eating donuts.

• one thing to love about her is how open minded she is. Definitely not the type to judge or make faces at concepts or ideas she doesn’t know/doesn’t like. openness&understanding 🤝 skyh.

• loves when it’s raining. she insists to go outside and dance until the sky is dry again. (don’t worry about her getting sick, her system is as mysterious as her, she’ll be fine)

• changes her nail polish everyday. She loves to paint your nails – if you’re into that, of course.

• suuuuuper clumsy. You can’t trust her with a glass, she’ll break it. No matter how; she’ll find a way to break it.

• plays minecraft 24/7.

• started coding at 14 out for boredom, ended up creating games for a living and becoming one heck of a hacker. i mean- you didn’t see that. uh–

• « You ever think about what a playmobil would look like running ? Cause, like… they don’t have knees. How do they go in the movie, hold on–»

• yes, she did watch the movie to have an answer.

• very good at baking, she learned it by watching Oliver hurry happily in the kitchen when they used to live together.

• doesn’t drive, by choice. never even learned how to – she doesn’t see the appeal.

• « I’lllllll…. take the bus? that works just fine? »

• thinks about going mushroom hunting with you at least twice a day.

• goes limp in your arms when you braid her long, pale blue hair.

• pretends she doesn’t like when mickayla forces her to go thrift shopping together, but she’s living for the intriguing rings and necklaces she might find.

• stubborn as hell. and if she says no, then it’s no.

• unintentionally funny. accidental CLOWN.

• not jealous at all. like at ALL.

• « uh ? you’re going to a party ? yeah, cool. uh ? other people ? ok. me, worried ? what do you mean ? well, you’re my partner, aren’t you ? then we’re good. »

• love languages : (silent)quality time & physical touch. She’ll grab your hand to walk around the forest, hug you when you’re both resting under a tree, brush your hair out of your face when you’re not paying attention… and it’s always a shock when people see her be so fond and delicate with you. because she never gets near other people, EVER.

• heck, her siblings were mortified when she said she was dating someone. like. how did you even manage to– never mind. they’re all very happy for you two.

• basically in her own world and oh lucky you, she lets you in too.<3

• « I wonder what color is your soul… will you let me see ? »

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Karter Foreman-McGuire.

he/him.

TW : mention of smoking, bad relationship with parents and coming-out(going good tho)

– Nigerian, adopted in Benin City.

– Capricorn.

– Transgender / AFAB.

– Tattoo artist.

• part of the “don’t give a fuck about being rich” duo. (skyh’s bestie<3)

• rejects every single one of his parent’s “beliefs” and morals.

• will never forgive them for the poor treatment of Liz. (clearly the sibling he’s closest to, jokingly calls her his “favorite”.)

• chillest person you’ve ever met.

• until the topic is his parents. he gets very tense.

• somehow knows everything about everyone. (that means he’s the best to gossip with ;] )

• is insanely scared of love and getting into a relationship. (he freaked out soooo bad when he realized his feelings for you–)

• loves people very deeply though. There are no words to describe the intensity of his feelings for his siblings, friends and you.

• a skater guy. (the cliché one listening to some mean linkin park, yeah, yeah, yeah.)

• loves drawing and painting. he regularly adds little drawings on his skateboard.

• one of the most creative people you’ll ever meet.

• becoming a tattoo artist has always been his dream.

• would go into mind break if you ask him to tattoo you. He’d be so touched and flattered you’d trust him with something such, he could cry.

• doesn’t have any tattoos himself though.

• wears long sleeves all the time, no matter the season and temperature.

• « You ever think about, like, how… . . damn, I forgot what I was saying. . . .Anyway, you hungry ? »

• LOVES to have movie night dates with you. both of you, cuddles, coraline playing in the back. perfection.

• random guy with a random sense of humour. definitely the type to find elaborated jokes unfunny but will be cry-laughing because of a goofy horn noise.

• is into urbex. loves to find and explore the most rannndom, weirrrrd places. it kind of freaks you out sometimes but it makes him happy so oh well. :)

• « I swear ! I found the coolest place; apparently it’s an ancient hospital where patients used to summon evil spirits. We haaaave to go tonight ! Imagine if we hear like… weird laughs and little voices and shit. That’s so sick??? »

• absolutely hates alcohol. grape juice though ? he needs it to function.

• he's the jealous type. (but won't everrrr admit it; he'll pout and whine if you mention it.)

• writes lyrics of his favorite songs on the sole of his shoes.

• Oliver and him, as the « only bros of the pack », love to roleplay as exaggerated dudebros/toxic masculinity fucks from time to time and they always get cut short by Dominic and Liz’ disapproving glares, which only causes them to giggle stupidly and exchange knowing glances. dudebros in their own bubble i guess–

• draws little hearts and stars on your skin. (would definitely color your tattoos if you have some!)

• the funny introvert of the group.

• laughs very easily. he looks scary until he flashes you the whitest, largest, most genuine smile eveR.

• kind of has fangs. cute little fangs. (and he bites to show his love, so yeah, prepare yourself–)

• obsessed with belts. He has a whole collection and it’s quite impressive–

• his love languages ? quality time and acts of service.

• plays guitar.

• calls you ‘precious’.

• it was his dream to join a band when he was in high school.

• sings you sweet lullabies when you can’t sleep – he has a beautiful, soothing voice, so it never takes you long to fall asleep.

• he was scared to death about coming out. Naturally, the first person he confided in was Liz, when he was 17. She had the sweetest, most supportive reaction and it really encouraged him to fully step out of the closet. By the time he was 20, he was out to the whole family, including his parents.

• has a special spot in his heart for Oliver. After all, he’s always been his ‘masculine role model’. (cause it sure as hell wasn’t his father lmao)

• remembers everything about you. even the smallest, ‘stupidest’ details.

• jokes about hating men all the time, and blames everything on them. The dishwasher not working ? Yeah, probably some man's fault. One of Celestia's designer bags missing ? Random dog barking in the streets ? Global warming ? MEN.

• very supportive. He’s the fondest about anything you do; he's always hyping up Mickayla’s brand and still wears her first pieces, he always showed up to Skyh’s plays even though he hates theater…No matter how uninterested he may seem; he deeply cares about what is going on around him and his loved ones.

• only wears silver jewelry, and you won’t ever catch him running around in the streets without a choker on.

• loves matching with you. phone cases, necklaces, bracelets, nail art – anything. anything as long as it's you.

• likes pda. Holding hands, hugging you, squeezing your waist, locking an arm around your shoulders… there’s no way you two go out and his hands are not everywhere on you.

• never smokes when you’re around. (unless you smoke as well, in that case; he will insist to light up your cigarette, it always brings a little smile to his lips when he does it.)

• wears strawberry chapstick 24/7. He can’t live without it.

• draws you all the time. He has lots of random sketches on the corner of his notebooks’ pages and big ass paintings of you hidden under his bed – he’s scared you’d find him too obsessive and creepy if you found out how many of those he has.

• a sucker for cartoons. If you wait for him on his bed, ready to cuddle, an episode of teen titans on the tiny TV in his room, he’ll wrap himself around you like a blanket and never let go–

• reserved, but very vocal about his dislikes. Like if someone says something he has a problem with, he’ll say it. He won’t be rude about it, but he’ll definitely make it crystal clear.

• one of his dreams is to have a matching tattoo with all his siblings. Something discreet and meaningful; a symbol for the unique, disconcerting experience that being a Foreman-McGuire is.

• « You look like a whole ass museum all by yourself, precious. I could look at you forever… and as a matter of fact, I will. »

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Liz Foreman-McGuire.

she/her.

TW : mention of alcohol, bad relationship with parents.

– French-African, adopted in Toulouse. – Aquarius. – Autistic. (diagnosed at 18.) – Activist, head of a well-known organization helping minorities in need of support and representation in sticky situations. (+ is a popular, anonymous music producer ;] )

dorky - socially awkward, most gentle soul ever.

has facial piercings : septum, angel bites, snake bites, and smiley.

has a lot of tattoos : both her arms are pretty much covered, a few on her thighs and calves, an incubus tattoo on her womb and the line « wearing my heart like a crown » on her spine. 

her piercings kind of clash with her innocent-looking face.

smartest person you’ll ever meet, though she’ll keep her big brain as lowkey as possible… she’s a humble little bean<3

melts on the spot if you take her on a museum date.

5’5 brunette. 😩

slim thick lady. thick thighs save lives y’all<3

can read her siblings like open books… it’s terrifying, sometimes.

tends to view humans as robots and analyzes their brains like science experiments… but it comes from a good intention, i swear-

knows every damn book ever written.

likes picnics… a lot.

speaks like 6 languages (learned when she wasn’t part of the family yet.)

a humanist for sure.

softest, calmest person ever. no temper problems.

will loose her shit if someone’s rights are being screwed, though.

you do not want to see this lady mad. you really don’t.

won’t ever raise her voice but uses just the right words to enter people's brain… and do whatever she wants with it. try her.

bad relationship with her parents. The first Foreman-McGuire kid to openly disagree with her parents and do things her own way. They pretty much disowned her.

“i needed them to hate me to love myself.” spent the first years of her life in the family doing her best to please her parents, but she knew– she could feel it had a price : going against herself. As she got older and started doing things her way, truly expressing herself and what she wants; her parents turned away from her. But she could feel it… finally, she was free. living for herself. Finally, she likes who she is.

sort of has the vibe of a cliché mysterious, captivating love interest from a wattpad story lmao.

definitely has written songs about you… she has like a whole little notebook dedicated to these precious texts<3

the most sporty (after Dominic and Oliver, of course, these two are just absolutely crazy–)

bojack horseman is her comfort show.

loves to play chess. She wins every. time.

a romantic soul - in love with love !

can seem cold because she keeps to herself, but her face instantly lights up with a big smile when you approach her; truly the sweetest.

needs to always have noises in her ears and something in her hands because she gets understimulated easily – lady. needs. stimulation. ALWAYS.

genuinely thinks she doesn’t deserve you. (or anybody else. or anything else.)

very curious – that’s why she knows a lot about a lot of things. Like, one of her siblings(probably Skyh tbh) says « why are lollipops called lollipops »; everybody is like « oh my god skyh, stfu » and Liz is in the back, rubbing her chin like « wait a minute… why are they called lollipops ? »

« Did you know humans can fit approximately two raccoons up their anu–»

mindlessly bites on her lip piercings when she’s thinking.

looks like a completely different person when her tattoos are exposed.

considerate and attentive.

still learning how to be kind and patient with herself.

gentle with absolutely everything. People, objects, your heart ;) everything.

can’t walk in stiletto heels. She tried twice and twisted her ankle each time. (Celestia was laughing like a hyena in the back.)

dresses like a vampire living in a goth castle.

becomes a blushing mess when you say her name, no matter the context. She loves calling you by your name too; she finds it very intimate, somehow.

nicknames she might use : love, darling and dear.

can hold her liquor like a champion! An absolute sucker for red wine. (don’t make the mistake of getting caught between Liz, Dominic and a bottle of whiskey. these women are INSANE.)

is super awkward when receiving compliments and gifts.

not the type to get jealous but, can be a bit possessive.

« I trust you so I won’t make a fuss. I have no issue with that, after all; what’s mine is mine and we both know you are. » :)

pretty much only wears black, gray and red but her favorite color is green.

likes to kiss your palm and wrists.

has a very strong sense of justice.

sees things she can’t do as challenges…. just give her a few weeks. just what she needs to learn every single thing about this topic, make it her new hyperfixation and become a pro at it.

« I’m just a tiny star and you’re a whole galaxy. I still don’t get what you see in me, but… I’d give the entire universe for you, my dear. »

[ulabewriting]

You're most welcome, reader.

! REQUESTS OPEN !

Hi, I'm Ula. Sometimes, I get bored... so I write.

and here's a little help to navigate it all :)

All my OCs are adults and I usually write gn!reader.

Tell me, reader,

where will you start ?

- MAL HELLOBORUS : the magic academy.

the sweet librarian, Harryo Duncan.

meeting Harryo.

get to know him.

NSFW - in the sheets.

the cocky creature, Olja Agregor.

meeting Olja.

get to know him.

- THE FOREMAN-MCGUIREs : a new hope for the dynasty.

"Oh, you know, the biggest name in town, the most powerful dynasty of our land... The Foreman-McGuires."

Dominic Foreman-McGuire.

meeting Dominic.

get to know her.

Liz Foreman-McGuire.

get to know her.

Celestia Foreman-McGuire.

get to know her.

Oliver Foreman-McGuire.

get to know him.

Mickayla Foreman-McGuire.

Karter Foreman-McGuire.

get to know him.

Skyh Foreman-McGuire.

get to know her.

(lots of upcoming characters lol)

Now, some transparency and a few limits. :)

Please read carefully before submitting requests.

You won't ever catch me writing :

suggestive content with minors.

any kind of hate speech.

graphic abuse scenes of any kind.

incest.

any existing fandom content - I only write (my) OC based stuff.

If any request I receive makes me uncomfortable, even if the topic isn't listed up there, I will decline it.

Please be kind and understanding if I take a bit of time to answer/write anything<3 (i'm anxious, i'm so sorry-)

Thank you so so much!

Take care :) <3

[ulabewriting]

Dominic Foreman-McGuire.

she/her.

TW : mention of alcohol, bad relationship with parents.

– Puerto rican, adopted in San Juan. – Gemini. – Personal trainer.

if charisma was a person.

leader of the “buff women” club.

fuck the man and the bear. choose Dominic, she can protect you from both.

looks tough and stoic but she’s SWEET, and she has the softest heart. <3

plays video games when she’s free. She will destroy anybody in fps games.

very deep sleep. She’s always running around, being active during the day, but once she’s asleep– you can try anything you want, this woman will NOT wake up unless the house is on fire.

super cuddly in her sleep; definitely the type to hug you and circle your waist unconsciously.

insanely good stamina. ;)

has a very warm laugh; the kind that makes you feel safe and content and makes you smile, no matter your mood.

has the sickest playlists.

curses in spanish when she’s mad, frustrated or scared.

5’11 strong lady!

loves long late night drives.

goes for a run every morning before going to work.

has two dogs, the loves of her life : Thelma and Amir.

absolutely loves to party and go to clubs with her siblings.

initially followed her parents’ will and didn’t really question the “system” until Liz did it. It inspired her a lot. Dominic used to be close to her parents; definitely their “proud, responsible oldest child”, but they’re more distant now. Their relationship is still kind of awkward.

takes cooking lessons with Oliver from time to time; always wanted to be good in the kitchen.

her love languages are gift giving and physical touch.

LOVES gentle touches. (brushing her knuckles against your cheek, your hands, pushing strands of hair behind your ears, placing a hand on the small of your back when you’re walking side to side. . .)

scared of bugs.

always wearing rings.

a big fan of horror movies.

a HUGE tease. Teasing her siblings, teasing you… i guess it’s part of her love language too. :)

owns like three different cars and motorcycles.

doesn’t play around with safety. (as she should!)

“Nah, nah, nah, sweetheart. If you don’t put this helmet on, you don’t. get. on my bike.”

suave, romantic mf. The type to organize romantic dinner dates with candles and your favorite meal.

bottling up her emotions quite a lot; tries to change it and learn how to talk about her feelings without fearing being judged or deemed unlovable.

used to not be close to her siblings because she’s the type to keep to herself. She only started forging strong links with her siblings when she distanced herself from her parents.

very rational and collected. If you have a problem; call her to find a solution or just to calm yourself down, honestly–

the most responsible and reliable one of the family, for sure. not the type to run away from her responsibilities.

can pick you up bridal style like you weigh nothing, so if you’re into that….. beware. She’ll attack you from behind and you’ll be in the air before you can even realize it–

gets jealous, sometimes. She won’t say a thing because she’s scared to annoy you, but you can tell because she gets more touchy-feely. Grabbing your hands, your waist, holding you close…

loves going to the arcade. (She’ll flash you the brightest, fondest smile if you say you want to come along.)

big fan of anime! Her favorite is One Punch Man. (wants to fight Saitama soooo bad.)

“No but look, look, look… If I tackle him like that, and punch him with just the right amount of strength, I’m sure I could, like–“

takes pictures of everything because everything looks cool, according to her. She looooves taking pictures of you– looks at you like you’re the moon and stars.

“You look… anw, sweetheart, there’s no words to describe you. Let me show you how I feel, hm ?”

will make you her "passenger princess". you have no choice.

quite literally treats you like royalty. You’re her goddamn jewel.

goes hard at the gym when she’s pissed off. Some business going south ? she’ll go boxing. A fight within the family ? she’ll bully a treadmill.

sends you random gym pictures in the middle of the day; caption “;)”.

plays poker. and she’s reaaaaally good at it; her natural resting b face comes in handy.

knows a LOT about alcohol, always buys the finest bottles and shares a drink with Liz (fellow wine enjoyer!) whenever she can.

not scared of eye contact; definitely will stare into anyone’s soul without batting an eye. ….especially yours. loves to startle you by just eye-devouring you when you talk; she loves the expressions you make when you're flustered.

addicted to iced coffee.

obsessed with cleaning. a clean FREAK. (her house and vehicles are always shiny.)

big big big fan of R&B.

veiny handdddssss! ! !

“I wanted to be strong for my family, yet I was pushing them away… Now, it’s like I’m meeting each of my siblings one by one for the first time, and learn to let them love me. And it might be stupid but, feeling so vulnerable… makes me the strongest I could've ever dreamed of being.”

[ulabewriting]

meeting Dominic Foreman-McGuire.

The strong, charismatic first child.

It’s been a few days since you moved into your new home. You received the rest of your stuff this morning. For over an hour now, you’ve been fighting with boxes of all sizes that have been delivered to you. Being alone, the task takes time and you begin to feel tired. Every time you go back and forth in front of your home, your eyes unconsciously lay on the mansion of your neighbors, the Foreman-McGuires. It was yesterday that you saw those you think are the seven children of the famous, powerful couple. You remember the puzzling shadow that fell on their faces when the portal opened. 

Pretty intriguing, isn’t it ?  You’re so immersed in your thoughts that you forget to pay attention to what you're doing. You almost fall. You barely catch up, but fail to secure the heavy box you were carrying. You close your eyes, waiting for the noise of collision with the ground; you already mourn the things that will be damaged by the fall.

But the noise never comes. Confused, you slowly open your eyes, looking for the cardboard that should have crashed on the floor, but you see nothing. However, you hear someone chuckling. It makes you jump; you thought you were alone. As you look up, you come face to face with probably the largest, most toned arm you’ve ever seen. Putting two and two together, you understand that someone just flew to your rescue and caught the box to avoid the imminent fiasco. You're about to say a well-deserved «thank you», until your words fade on your lips at the sight of the person standing before you.

You recognize her. It’s one of the silhouettes of yesterday, in front of the Foreman-McGuires' house.

Her aura is the most singular you've ever encountered. The tall woman who stands before you has a breathtaking presence. You can guess the contours and lines of her muscular body underneath her fancy clothes. Her black silk shirt seems to stretch, struggling not to tear under the flex of her arm. You struggle to meet her gaze; she does it first. Her black eyes dive into yours without fear and stare at you like no one else ever has... You have the strange feeling that she can see through you, your soul, your whole existence... But it’s not unpleasant, it’s not an inquisitive look; rather... attentive, almost flattering; as if all her attention was on you and nothing else.

As you search for your words, not sure to remember how to make your mouth work, the woman who faces you makes a little smile. It is simple, showing no teeth, but you can feel it's true; it digs a small dimple on her cheek. Your heart skips a beat.

Her big muscular figure, her jeans tight on her thighs, her golden complexion, her short black hair, her intense gaze and this smile, so discreet yet so charming. Never have you seen a person radiating with so much charisma and kindness at the same time. Again, you're about to thank her for her help, until you realize the situation : this person rushed to help you, to prevent your belongings from crashing on the ground by catching the huge box you were carrying, and you... well. you just spent the last few seconds, maybe even minutes, watching your savior up and down while she’s still carrying that damn box by herself.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry- Thank you, I- I'll do it." You say, a little embarrassed by the situation. You extend your arms, ready to take the box from the woman’s hands, but she brings it back to her, against her chest, preventing you from grabbing it. Confused, you cast an interrogative glance at her. She says nothing. Her dark eyes scan all your belongings, the ton of boxes you still have to carry into your house, then she turns to you again. 

"It's going to take forever if you do all that alone. Plus, you could hurt yourself. I'll lend you a hand."

Before you can answer anything, decline her help, not wanting to disturb her; she puts the cardboard box she carried on the floor, then removes her shirt with ease, in an expert motion. Underneath, she wears a simple gray tank top, revealing more of her impressive arms and shoulders. Her strength leaves you rather flustered, a heat wave crosses your body and climbs to your cheeks. You try not to stare, but it’s hard with the hypnotic dance that her muscles do as she leans down, using her strong thighs, to pick up a bigger box than the previous one without any effort. 

She turns to you again and, at the sight of your stunned expression, a small laugh escapes her lips. It's warm and has something comforting.  She takes a step towards you.

"I'm Dominic. My parents live in the big house next door and I'm staying with them for some time... Since I’ll be around for a little while, we might as well help each other out and try to get along, right, neighbor ?" She winks at you playfully, then starts going back and forth, carrying your stuff as if it's nothing, looking happy to help you. You watch her do it for a few seconds, mouth still open.  It’s the most disconcerting and charming first meeting you’ve ever had. And you like it, you think.

Dominic Foreman-McGuire... the neighbor you really can't wait to run into again.

"Oh, no worries sweetheart, I'll definitely see you around."

[ulabewriting]

The Foreman-McGuire family.

You think about your mother’s words. She almost had a heart attack when you told her who your neighbors were. You just moved into a new house; quite spacious and well placed, rented for a reasonable price by a family friend. The neighborhood is rather secluded and unoccupied; from what you know, there is only an elderly lady, a couple and their hundred cats, and the family residing the house, or rather the palace at the far end of the area; the biggest mansion you've ever seen. The Foreman-McGuires.

Although you’ve heard that name here and there, you know nothing about them. Your mother, on the other hand, threw herself into a great monologue over the phone about this name, apparently, so reputed. Zachary Foreman and Theresa McGuire are famous business entrepreneurs who have thrived in... just about every field and environment imaginable. As early as the 1980s, they began to establish themselves as the rulers of the state, the collaborators that everybody needs, and amassed an invaluable fortune in an unsurpassed amount of time.  Beyond their power and indecent wealth, they are also known for their extravagant family : they have seven children, all adopted, of various origins and nationalities; all expected to become the new rulers of the family business when the time comes.

You remember hearing your mother mention that the family doesn’t seem to be as close as it was before; that their children, now adults, have all emancipated and distanced themselves from their parents, and it created some sort of drama a few years ago... You sigh and shake your head. It’s probably just another big, self-centered, superficial family. It’s certainly not the first in the world; there’s no way it could be such an intriguing story; nothing original, right ?  Your mother was probably exaggerating..... right ?

You’re not so sure anymore. You went out to get some air, stretch your legs and enjoy the calm of your new neighborhood. Your peaceful walk is interrupted by the grandiose arrival of four or five cars. But not just any... Foreign models, shining in the sunlight; the most expensive vehicles you’ve ever seen, you can tell as much just by hearing the deafening sound of their wheels. They all stop in front of the large, elegant gate of the Foreman-McGuire residence.

You remember ! Your mother talked about a rumour going around; it seems that Zachary and Theresa are ready to retire from the professional world and want one of their children to succeed them officially : it is the great succession of one of the most important names of the state. The whole family is supposed to get together to discuss it... Could this be the big meeting ? 

You squint your eyes, trying to capture enough details without getting too close... You’re curious to know what this is all about. Suddenly, the doors of the sparkling cars open and you see several silhouettes : a tall woman with short hair, a brunette wearing a black beret, a redhead looking like a living doll, a blond guy with a bright smile, a woman with an extravagant outfit, a man dressed in all black and a woman with pale blue hair. They rush in front of the gate, greeting each other with a hug or a good handshake, smiling, looking friendly.

The gate of the mansion makes a noise and its heavy doors open. Suddenly, the expression on each person's face changes, instantly becoming darker, harsher, as if a shadow had fallen onto them. A chill runs through your whole body.

Maybe it is a story worth following after all...