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Venom & Velvet | OS | 🔞

Ominis Gaunt/OFC | Ominis Gaunt/Evelyne Lavandin | Evinis | 6,9k words

⚠️ & Tags: 🔞 | NSFW | Established relationship| SMUT | self worth issues | light dom/sub | SNAKE | bites | overstimulation | multiples orgasms | erotic asphyxiation | Dominis

Summary: Evelyne has never celebrated her birthday. But Ominis, having uncovered this truth, decides to show her that she deserves to be celebrated. Between reproach, passion, and tenderness, he turns the day into an unforgettable memory.

OS written with the encouragement of @amberlide. Thanks to her💕

Extract: [...] he hisses in a biting tone that betrays all the annoyance and frustration he’s feeling.

It is then that the witch understands. Unintentionally, she has hurt Ominis deeply. And now there is only one way to comfort him and earn his forgiveness: to obey him, whatever he demands.

Damn, it’s hard!

Her heart is so restless she’d think it was trying to get out of its cage! Her entire self is yearning to flee, like the grass snake he has so often compared her to. To do that, all she had to do was release the word ‘withered’ that tickled the back of her throat.

But Evelyne chews her lip as she extends her quivering hand. Fear, mixed with a desperate desire to prove to him that no flaw weakens her confidence in him, makes her senses tingle... Every second stretches beyond the bearable.

The pads of her trembling fingers meet the animal’s cold, almost oily skin. A shiver runs through her. The snake darts its forked tongue across her palm before slowly coiling around her wrist.

Then under her sleeve! Merlin!

A visceral panic screams inside her. Her entire body burns with the urge to pull her hand away, to rid herself of that damned serpent, or to unleash her magic through every pore of her skin to force it away! But Ominis’ implacable grip on her hip anchors her to her courage... to her trust in him.

“Shhh...” he murmurs, his soothing hand encircling her and his body pressing against her buttocks.

His closeness carries the silent promise of protection and desire that always melts her. Of course, the fear persists, but an insidious warmth is awakening, disturbing her thoughts.

A part of her wants to rebel, while another, darker part, capitulates. Inevitably.

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The Tournament of Clubs TLSQ

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That's it right, you can't really stop once you start. You may not be able to create anything for months or years even, but it never goes away.

I love how you put this to words and I agree.

And I scrolled back to read your older post. I don't know your characters that well (yet) and I feel like I got to know them better. They each have such a different perspective, but I could find something relatable in all of them.

This is a beautiful post and your perspective makes a wonderful addition 💚💚

For this month of @hp-12monthsofmagic I decided to have all my characters and talk about what love is for them. Hope you like it.

A dim light is cast in the middle of an otherwise pitch black room. Eight chairs make a perfect circle, names written down on them. Somewhere in the distance a door opening is heard, several footsteps resonating against the floor as eight people make their way towards the chairs assigned to them.

Some of them exchange a smile, a small greeting, while others look around the room, not a word being offered. But they all know who each and every single one is. They all also know the assignment handed out, however no one wants to go first.

The sound of a lighter is heard, eyes turning towards Gareth Farr who just lit up a cigarette “So, how do we do this? From old to new, new to old, or perhaps the ones who have been more silent as of late would like to start?” he asked, eyes travelling towards Leila Hellebore, her letting out a low hiss “Now, now, why so rigid? We are here to talk about how we see love. The sooner you speak the sooner you can get this over with.”

“Then you do it.” She snarled, eyes averting towards the darkness surrounding them.

Lifting her hand, Victoria Summer smiled “I can go first, although Oli is usually better with words that me.” A light being cast on her, Victoria squinting her eyes, sheltering them with her hand “I know love is different for everyone, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s warmth, like a lazy summer afternoon in the middle of a glorious garden filled with the most exquisite scents.” The light above her started changing colors, a pink hue taking over “It’s trying, it’s about making a choice and never giving up.”

A scoff was heard from within the room, however Victoria did not even look at the woman, instead continuing “It’s about passion” the light above turning more towards red “in all its meaning. About finding in that certain someone the world. Overwhelming, but beautiful nonetheless. Gareth, you can continue.”

His brows lifted, him nodding his head only once “Certainly.” Sitting up straighter, he tried to ignore the bright light shinning above him “Love in my case is a lesson, a very hard one to learn. Unfair at times” the color changing to grey “but regardless it is rewarding. I believe I have loved truly only once in my life despite the number of partners I had or will have. Times certainly played a part, my status even more so. But love also came in a different form and it was then I learned that was enough as well. Love is kind, it teaches you, humbles you in ways you never thought possible. Love is a trickster, but I think it gives you just what you deserve or need, not what you want.”

His eyes circled the room, landing on Leila, however he nominated Angela King. Offering a shy smile around the room, she finally spoke “I don’t know much about it, I’m currently trying new things, taking a leap so to speak, but I think a leap is a good way of describing love. It has a power like no other force in this world, be it for family, a partner, a pet, oneself or a certain thing.” The light above her started turning yellow, Angela smiling “But it’s beautiful, it’s…it should be amazing despite the struggles you endure and take to get there. That’s what I think right now. Jin, would you like to try?”

“Of course.” He took a small bow, thanking her for her words before he told the room his own vision “I never really experienced love like you all. When I see and hear how the majority of you perceive it, I truly know there is a difference. I have several wives and have had several men in my bed during my existence, however that does not mean I do not understand love. It is just different for someone like me.” He looked up, squinting since the color did not change “It is about sacrifices, putting others first before yourself, selfless if you will. It should be effortless, a base, a stable one at that.” The hues of his light finally turning towards a light brown, Jin Watanabe shaking his head, eyes locking with Talia Crane.

“Don’t nominate me, I’ll go last.” She stated, Jin pointing towards Jonathan King.

Lifting his hand, he awkwardly waved at everyone “Love” a smile forming on his lips instantly as he thought about Lachlan “is for me and I have to agree with Jin, should be effortless, but it doesn’t always go like that. I think it takes time, time for one to realize exactly what they want from love. It should be easy, but it’s not. It’s messy, it’s about being up late and night thinking about someone, listening to songs and your mind going to that person and it’s confusing as Hell. But when it happens, there’s nothing that can compare to it. It’s like your entire body is filled with this energy, your soul burning for one thing and one thing only. It’s scary” the light above him shifting between blue and green as he spoke “but it’s like finding home in the eyes and arms of that one person.” The room remained silent, some nodding, Jonathan turning to Scarlett Tempest.

Flipping her hair back, she rolled her eyes “Of course you’d fucking nominate me. Fine, let’s play this stupid game. Love. It’s overrated, oversold, tacky.” Checking her nails she reached inside her bag pulling out a pair of sunglasses “This light has better not be with high UV. Now back to the matter at hand, I think that somehow despite all the shit in this world that it’s for everyone and each of us have someone set for them. Not a soulmate, but close. It should feel safe, it should be like falling for your best friend” she pointed at Jonathan “or finding that person again” she said pointing at Victoria “and yes, it’s confusing and some days you want to strangle them when they rant on about Pokemon and health points and skills in I don’t know what game, but it’s endearing as well. And love should feel like you belong. Leila dear?” the light above her turning green as she finished speaking.

“Call me dear one more time and I will hunt you like one.” She frowned when the light shined on her, however she started speaking “It is strong yes, that is the definition of love, strength. It is about making a choice and having the power to abide by that choice. Never easy, never without a struggle, but rewarding. When you finally reach that calm” blue shinning over her “and the certainty that no one can touch you as long as you are by their side, that is power. That is love. A roar inside one’s soul, stronger than magic, freeing. It is freedom.”

Looking over at Talia, she glared upwards when the light shinned upon her “Love.” She smirked, shaking her head “It’s nothing but trouble.” Looking over at Gareth, she asked for a cigarette, continuing to speak once one was lit between her lips “And it’s different every time, just like each person, never ever the same. It’s sad and cruel or at least we make it like that. A sentiment that disturbs the very depths of you.” The light shut down, darkness surrounding her “Fitting” she scoffed “so I will keep it short. Yes it fuels and consumes you. It elevates and it crumbles you to dust. It’s disturbing enough and we allow it. When you live long enough your perception changes. And I envy the mortals because most of them see the better part of it.”

Taking a long drag, smoke left her lips “But I have seen the light and the dark. There are good times too, I won’t lie, but I’m still trying to understand it. And the more I live, the more it eludes me. But then again I’ve always been a sucker for love, so I’m curious to see what will happen when and if my heart will ever decide not to love. Not to consume the one near me. We will see.”

“So you are saying love is bad and it changes as years progress? Do I have that right?” Gareth asked her.

“Depends who you’re with. It can suffocate you or help you to finally breathe, sometimes both. Odd no?”

“Very.” Jin spoke, being the first to get up, all lights going out, before a bright white light came on “I do believe we are done. And that we are also not yet done with our journeys. There is much to come, much to be felt. I can only hope the best for all of you and myself included. Now shall we? I believe my home is far better suited than this empty shell of a room. Let us go, I have more stories to tell. Leila, you too and do not hiss at me.” Smiling at the group, he turned towards the door they all walked through.

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Elturel has fallen

Generally I don't doodle that much these days and I certainly have never talked about my absolute love for Baldur's Gate 3 and I probably won't.

So I am launching this into the void after 500 hours of game play. I love Dammon (of course it had to be an NPC) and always think about how much of an impact Avernus had on him. Even if he doesn't really talk about or show it, having gone through literal Hell doesn't leave one unchanged despite what he learned there.

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Forgive me not - chapter 2

We are back with the second chapter.

Oliver Gerard belongs to the lovely @kc-and-co

TW: mention of blood

The darkness appeared to stretch endlessly, the only source of light in front being Lachlan’s odd eyes. The dense fog felt like a heavy cloak ready to encompass Johnathan, a weight as if pressing down upon him, wishing to send him toppling in the cold murky water guiding the boat. If he tilted his head just right, it was as if the depths below called to him, closer, closer, for him to draw near.

It wasn't a voice, nor was it a light to draw his attention. more like an invisible pull, as if the water had a magnetic force to it and Jonathan felt his body release all reason from his mind. It was as if all those warnings, before he got on the boat, before he even met Lachlan and Leila dissipated and instead of it came the overwhelming temptation to leap out of the boat. As if his body was on fire and nothing could dissipate it but the freezing murky depths.

Placing his hand inside his pocket, he squeezed the rosary until his hand went numb, refusing to fall into temptation. 

And the water stirred, each soft ripple carried away by Lachlan’s oars as if sighing, defeated yet hungry. But they were lucky for the spirit of the water ventured on land that night, searching, a child’s heartbeat calling out to her for soon it was his time.

On the pier of the island stood the mayor of the city, holding a torch in his hand to guide those from the water back to land. His tired eyes spoke of many restless nights and that one proved to be no different. In a few hours salvation was to be had, however all those dreams shattered as the island once more fell into despair.

They had a plan, the perfect one to unite two of the most influential families. The Cranes protected by the spirit of the woods, the hungry wolves bringing their kind no harm. The ones who managed to bypass the curse and not offer their flesh as sacrifice to appease the cursed lands, their only child thriving and still very much alive, Talia.

The Rosiers protected by the spirit of the water, earning her favor having sacrificed their first born. Strong and resilient, blending in the fog as if born of it. Their attention turning to their second son, Felix, engulfing him like the grey swirls, trying everything in their power to influence him.

Felix and Talia’s union should have saved them all, uniting the wrath of the spirits to protect the island. As the heat of summer tumbled into fall, leaving room for the decay of leaves and sunshine dipped into heavy fog, its light dimming entirely, their love was to be witnessed late October when the very first slither of fog dawned upon the damp soil that stood ready for them before they were even born.

However as per usual nothing went according to plan, the mayor, Gareth Farr running out of time, his son next in line to be claimed by the spirit of the water. There was no one left to save them. Not the daughter of a savage father with an iron fist and a doomed mother. Not the son of dark intentions and people leaning far too much in following the wrong path. Two children marked from the very beginning to serve a purpose. One of them taken or more than likely dead.

The events of that night played on repeat in Gareth’s head. Celebrations were snuffed out before they even began, panic rising in the constricting chests of the onlookers as the mayor tried to calm their spirits down despite he himself feeling the fear crawling up his spine like a venous leech unwilling to let go.

The scene still remained the same, right behind the pier in the island central square. A testimony of white flower arches bathed in blood, the stage to witness their union soaked in the crimson liquid, smell of it traveling through the air, calling forth the predators lurking in the forest shadows, the wolves howling in the night as if crying out for the wild girl that vanished without a trace.

Soon they would learn if the blood was indeed hers and if it was, well, no one could have survived that.

The sounds of oars hitting the water brought Gareth back to the present, the torch being waved to signal the pier. A last gamble, a backup plan, a priest to drive out the spirits. He was wise to request one, as if he expected for the union to not take place. The spirits were hungry after all, desperate to fill their ranks, to claim until there was nothing left but them.

As the boat docked and Jonathan set foot in front of Gareth, the mayor hesitated, confusion and dread evident in his tired eyes. The letter explaining why Jonathan was there did little to calm him, but there was no more time, no other solutions. No turning back now.

“Follow me.” Gareth instructed as he led the young priest through the crimson blood bath that was the square, leaving behind the two guides who had fulfilled their duties “The Crane daughter is missing.”

Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks taking in the soiled wedding decorations, the island sheriff approaching him “Oliver Gerard, you must be the new priest.”

Shaking hands, Jonathan tried to gather his bearings “Father Jonathan, a pleasure.” Glancing back at the stage, he tried to keep his voice from shaking “Are we certain the girl is missing and not…”

“Dead?” Oliver asked “You can say it, no romanticizing it or anything, but without a body we cannot confirm. Though truth be told” he leaned in and whispered “if she is, we are as well. Hope you don’t have anyone waiting for you on the other side priest because once you set foot here, it’s like walking through the gates of Hell and believe me, no amount of praying is going to save us.”

Giving a grave look he replied also whispering “Can’t say I ever heard a man of the law ever talk like you. But if we are in Hell you’d better pray I can deliver you from evil.”

Throwing his head back, Oliver laughed “You chose a good one mayor, this one is fun.”

“Enough of this. He isn’t the one chosen, but he will have to do. Now if you would continue to follow me, I shall see you are settled at the church before I return home to my son.”

Oliver stepped in “Allow me sir, you get some rest, it’s been a long night.” Taking the keys from Gareth he waved Jonathan along “Come on priest, let’s go open up that dusty church of yours.”

The town was not much, mainly a long road, buildings lining it left and right. Lights could be seen from every establishment, Oliver explaining it was a must to keep the fog at bay as much as possible. Yet he did laugh at that prospect. As if all hope was lost the moment Talia disappeared.

“You’ll recognize the best houses, the Cranes” he pointed to his left “the Rosiers” he pointed to the right “rich kids, they practically founded the island. And here” he said waving his hands dramatically “the church.” Imposing, dark, the tallest building on the island by the looks of it. A heavy padlock and chains kept the doors secured, wind howling as if resonating from inside of the building.

“Can I ask where the cemetery is, I haven’t seen one.”

Oliver let the heavy chain hit the ground, opening the old creaky doors “We don’t have a cemetery.”

“Excuse me?”

Walking inside the church felt like steeping in a catacomb, the air heavy and dusty, temperature as if dropping “We never did, no need to have one when there’s never a body to bury. You’ll learn soon. Those who perish just disappear, those who aren’t entirely claimed also disappear once their duties are fulfilled. If it makes you feel better there’s a book with names somewhere in the backroom for all who were claimed by the spirits.”

“There’s no such thing Oliver.” Jonathan quietly spoke as if afraid to disturb the silence of the church.

Leaning in, he smiled, the darkness of the church expanding on the walls, further drawn to them “Then why are you actually here priest? If I were you I would pray to whatever God you believe in. I would scream it, let it echo. Because then maybe someone will actually listen.” He stepped back, shrugging his shoulders “Or don’t, enjoy your last days. Not many are left to claim and when the last child is taken we are next.” Placing the keys in Jonathan’s hands, he mockingly made the sign of the cross “Your house is out back in the yard. Sleep well father Jonathan.”

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Más de nosotras‼️💕✨️

No le digan que ya les mostré las cartas que me envía, talvez no pueda convertirme en una babosa pero tiene experiencia convirtiendo en gusarajo... no quiero terminar así 😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Yo puedo con ella!! 🫦🫶🏻💕💚💚💚💚💚

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The ending to that interaction 👌

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How does she still not know what friendship is 😂😂

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Amo demasiado a Mérula, su cara toda enojada o sonriente... me fascina. 😭💕✨️💚💚💚

Es todo lo que quiero en mi vida. 💕🫶🏻💚✨️

Referencia

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Evelyne Lavandin

A huge thank you to @raraaf6 for accepting me as a client and for so wonderfully bringing Evelyne – my OC in my fic, "Lullaby for Cursed Seeds"– in to life! 💖

This illustration is simply stunning. 😍

Just look at her, so perfectly in her element among her plants!🪴

Thank you again, Raraa, for this incredible illustration that exceeded all my expectations and for your attentiveness and availability throughout the creative process!💖

(Don’t hesitate to check out her account to discover her other creations!)

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▼ for Kristy ♒️ for Miles and ❤️ for your choice

But ofc she’s asking for miles… (tbf he is the best one)

Kirsty - Childhood Headcanon

As an only child, Kirsty was often lonely. She loved the hustle and bustle of her best friend Jenna’s house, whereas Jenna much preferred the quiet of Kirsty’s, away from her own four siblings.

Miles - Food/Cooking Headcanon

Oh, god. He HATES cooking. Loathes it with a passion. Didn’t like it before his accident, and now with the added challenge of manoeuvring himself around a kitchen… He’d much rather just go out to a restaurant, honestly. Anyone fancy going with him? Anyone?

Doug - Family Headcanon

So much of TC takes place in Edinburgh, but Doug was actually born in Glasgow. He moved to Edinburgh to work on the docks, leaving his family behind in Paisley. He didn’t really miss them. His father struggled with PTSD, alcoholism and violent tendencies after he fought in the Second World War.

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A night out

I have to admit I have no idea why Victoria is sulking, why she's mad and so on, but this is something she wanted and I don't know where this rebellious streak is coming from but oh well, you do you boo.

She has never been the type of woman that could venture out into the world alone. Being a single child did little to prepare her for how to properly handle social interactions with people her age, the majority of her childhood being spent in the presence of adults. If anything, she was one too in a sense if you heard her speak and it soon became clear to her that at school she was not something too special or too smart. Perhaps a bit stuck up, or so she heard some Slytherin girls talking about her.

Granted she had her set of qualities, but she had never felt like they managed to set her apart from the rest. She was kind, perhaps overly friendly in trying to be accepted. Too quick to jump in and help, ending up in study sessions with more work than originally planned. Far too kind hearted, learning that people usually took advantage of that as well.

A simple girl from a good family with a decent fund to her name. A pretty face that was easy on the eyes however didn’t stand out, far too afraid to break rules and norms. It took her a long time to actually find a small group of friends and even then, she preferred her solidarity between plants and fragrances.

Even after school she was too good, far too rule drawn and she hated it. Gradually, everything she used to love about herself lost her shine. All the stories she had laid her eyes on had a conclusion, some sort of happy ending and she just felt like someone mediocre, a naïve girl with a broken heart that should have been married by then since that was the norm and yet she wasn’t.

Not like she really wanted to for that matter, she remained set in her stubbornness, stubbornness that from her perspective looked good on her. Because it made her more desirable. It made her doe eyes sharper, her mouth prettier as she frowned or pouted annoyed instead of smiling all the time. It felt like that stubbornness became her armor and it helped her faux confidence as she ventured into the world trying to find a place for herself and excel in something.

But that was work, work she wasn’t really ready to invest in long term. Not yet.

She was set in allowing herself a month of idle things.

So she pawned a gold necklace in a Muggle shop and bought herself a dress in their fashion which felt far lighter than anything that she had worn in her life. Soft and flowy, breezy and perfect for the hot day. High heels clicked on the cobalt streets as she ventured towards a bar in the city center, head held high as she opened the door, heading directly to the bar to order a drink, sitting on a tall stool, eyes lifting to notice the red lights shinning their dim aura, encasing everyone and everything in its unearthly hue. There no one would see her blush, the music from the band too loud to hear her stammer in case she ever got nervous.

Better yet..no one knew her.

She had never tried gin, yet there was a time for everything and she felt powerful with the drink in her hand despite the taste on her tongue. But it was exhilarating, sitting between strangers, smoke from their cigarettes lifting towards the tall ceiling, Victoria noting how elegant the gestures appeared, how suave and enticing.

She loved how people got up to dance, strangers and friends alike mingling with such ease. It all appeared vastly different from the magical world she was born into. And now that she thought of it, looking back since school was finished, there was nothing truly magical about it. It was conservative, constraining more than a hard boned corset that poked her in all the wrong places, not allowing her to breathe.

Her hair didn’t need to be tamed as much or in intricate updos in this world, women dressed differently, more freely, a pair by the table next to her talking about the latest fashion in Italy and Paris. Or at least she thinks they were since she could only catch bits of their conversations between songs and mindless chatter happening all around her.

As the night continued she had two more drinks, each different and far more delicious than the previous one, who knew mixing multiple drinks in one glass could make it so good?

And Victoria loves everything about the messy setting of people trying to dance, or sit and talk, glasses clanking together between swirls of smokes and she finds herself leaning closer to a stranger, asking if she can have a cigarette. Because why not. No one she knows is there to judge her.

And she tries to replicate the behavior but coughs at first, however the man that lit her cigarette doesn’t appear to mind or laugh at her as she tries once more, not inhaling but puffing slowly like she saw the other ladies at one table did. And she is laughing at a joke that was not even that funny, but he is charming and his eyes are so kind and bright.

So she agrees to dance to this beat she had never heard before and it’s like it sings to her very heart. Her heels get lost somewhere on the dance floor as she twirls and spins, bodies of people mashed together as everyone sings the lyrics louder than the band, the rhythm of their feet the beat. She laughs and messes up her hair as she jumps around and joins a few people on the tables to dance there, lifting her dress slightly to better move and she is free.

Not judged, not looked or frowned at, just free. No one knows she is just a naïve girl that graduated and spent the night of the ball crying most of the time in the bathroom. This time around as she goes to the bathroom, she takes her lipstick and writes on the mirror “I love you” because she does. She loves herself and she is willing to do whatever it takes to hold onto that.

She smiles before she joins the strangers in the bar to dance again, blowing herself a kiss, even forgetting she had shoes to begin with.

If she was going to be the girl behind the glass that people looked at her entire life, at least she was determined to give them a good show.

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Can I please get

■ for Rory

☮ for Orla

☆ for Kirstie

▼ for Miles

and ♦ for Doug?

Oh and bonus!

ൠ for the best of the best, Jenna!

Oooh, interesting choices!! So, we have…

Rory - Bedroom/Living Headcanon

The first proper purchase Rory made after returning to professional sport was his own house. This was Miles’ suggestion, the thought process behind it being that if Rory was given the responsibility of paying off a mortgage, he’d be less likely to do anything that might throw his career down the drain. Also, he’d not be flat sharing with Gabe. He didn’t voice these as reasons to Rory, however.

Rory’s mother and stepfather made the same suggestion a few years before. He did not listen to either of them.

Orla - Friendship Headcanon

Orla has always been good at making friends, but never had a really close circle. That was until she moved to London, when she took up a flat share with two others, including Lydia, a straight-talking journalist originally from Lancashire. Lyds is Orla’s best friend, even though they no longer live together.

Kirsty - Happy Headcanon

When Facebook became A Thing, an old friend from Kirsty’s brief time at university reached out to her out of the blue. After several months of chatting online, they met up, and Kirsty smiled more in one evening than she had in years.

Reader, she married him.

Miles - Childhood Headcanon

Started suspecting that he might be into boys whilst at boarding school. Yes, boarding school. His family is very well-off.

Doug - Quirks Headcanon

Quirks? But he has so many. Let’s go for the very specific.

Always removes his belt the second he’s inside his own house and hangs it up by the door with the coats.

Jenna - Random Headcanon

3 weddings. One for VISA reasons. One for financial reasons. One because… well, when in Vegas, I guess…

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🌘🔽 for a character you think I should know more about

Oooh, who do we choose?? Let’s go for Orla (because I should also probably know more about her)

Sleep Headcanon

Orla sleeps with her phone on loud, much to the annoyance of anyone who shares a room with her. When she was at university, her youngest brother went through a rough patch emotionally and she never wanted to miss a call from him, day or night. The habit stuck. She’s quite good at sleeping through small beeps, but if her ringtone (She’s Electric by Oasis) goes off, she’s up.

Old Age/Aging Headcanon

The idea that a woman’s worth is intrinsically tied to her youth and beauty pisses Orla off no end. She knows it’s all bullshit, and used to pedal overpriced beauty and skincare products to women whilst making them feel crap about themselves.

What pisses her off even more is the fact that she buys all the products and uses them religiously.