#Bride's oc! 💕

[the-faceless-bride]

Tell me more about your oc James

Gladly... (he's definitely not my favorite.)

James. 'Jim' Addams 🚬

James's backstory/home life.

James is the token bad boy with a heart of gold. Born to Rósetta Addams (Alive) and Paul Addams (M.I.A), James was a mama's boy. Even if it wasn't the best for him.

James's mother never paid much attention to him, but he always clung to her when he had the chance. But his love for her started to grow resentful when his father left.

His mother blames him, but now grown he knows it was never his fault. His Mother was always self-centered, everything always had to be about her. She was a beautiful woman with an ugly heart. And she often took it out on James. Not physically. except once. But mostly emotionally, and mentally.

He was never good, never pretty, never her sweet boy. He was always the burden, the chore, the job, the thing that messed her body up and he "better gown up to be something great to make up for all the 'damage' he's done."

He always wondered why his dad never took him. He figured it was his looks. He was almost a copy of his mother. Dirty strawberry blonde hair, hazel eyes, freckles that covered his face. He thinks he would be just too hard for his dad to look at.

James's looks

James is a pretty boy. <3 With his dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, soft lips, and straight nose, he spends his day outside a lot so he has nice sun-kissed skin.

He has a few scars here and there from just being a rowdy boy and playing outside and some from fights.

James's personality <3

James comes off as a dick that only cares about himself. And while that to an extent is true. He's a loyal friend, and when you get past the rough outside, emotional trauma, and abandonment issues. He's a big baby and a goofball at heart.

He doesn't have many friends but the ones he does he always stands up for and won't have them be pushed around.

He even defends his mother. Even with everything she did and does. If he hears anyone negatively mumble her name he will swing first and it will be the hardest hit he'll throw.

Being friends with James

It takes a bit, but you'll get there. He won't open up about his past or anything but if he is upset about something going on recently he might tell you about it if you ask.

He'll often walk with you to and from wherever you are or are heading.

He will fight with you. If you are in a fight and need help or it's an unfair fight he won't think twice about jumping in to help.

He won't be opposed to sleepovers, if you asked him or offered he wouldn't say no. And you'd spend the night playing a video game, eating junk, and listening to him ramble on about his favorite character.

Being in a relationship with James

This would (most likely) be a friends-to-lovers situation. (maybe enemies to lovers depending)

One night he just shows up at your house. His mom was going in on him again and this time he just couldn't take it.

He spills his heart to you, even sheds a tear or two. You tell him you'll always be there and will never leave him and the next thing you both know you're kissing.

The next few days are a bit awkward. Not in an uncomfortable kind of way but more of a "where do we go from here? What are we to each other?" kind of way.

You both test the waters. holding hands, opening up more to each other, cuddling at sleepovers, nightly video calls, quick kisses on the cheek, and when you're both finally comfortable full kisses.

For a while you are unlabeled, not an official couple or anything but different from friends like before. It wasn't until someone tried flirting with you that things started to heat up. And after a long heart-to-heart, you both wanted to be labeled as partners. <3

You can find the art of James on my second account @all-about-bride 💕

[all-about-bride]

[quartztwst]

Wedding in the Clouds! (TWST Fan-Event) (CLOSED)

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕💕 I finally finished this fan-event for my 3k followers celebration!

Summary of the event:

On one fine day, you recieve a wedding invitation from a mysterious someone named Dione. It says to be a wedding for Azul and QUARTZ?! Wait, don’t they hate eachoth- SUDDENLY, a bright light from the invitation blinds your eyes and you end up on a soft, fluffy cloud. Voices of other people groaning and waking up is heard too. It seems like other students from NRC were also transported here.. But why?

A light pink skinned lady grabs all of the students attention and announces that you all are wedding guests. She introduces herself as Dione, one of the most powerful mages in Twisted Wonderland. Dione’s attitude was very sweet yet it was very conscending like she was running some sort of workplace. Behind her was Quartz and Azul chained by vines from the cloud beneath everyone. They seemed to react accordingly as Quartz was shouting profanties and throwing a whole fit while Azul was trying to focus on the fact he was being embarrassed in front of a quarter of NRC but Quartz’s outburst was irritating him.

As they were taken away, Dione explained to everyone they were to forcibly help set the wedding up for the bride and groom with her bird minions. If anyone refuses, they will be thrown off from the clouds or forced into a prison made of vines. WIth a quick flick of her hand, everyone’s clothes were suddenly changed into wedding attire.

Once Dione left, the students started to split up and find a way to crash the wedding, but not for Quartz and Azul. The thing was…

THEY HAD A DAY OFF TODAY and who wants to spend it on a stupid wedding? They had plans!

Event Information:

There are 4 different operations going on at the same time to ruin the wedding because a lot of the students disagreed in which way to take this. You have an option to draw your OC in which ever operation!!

It looks like from the background that the place has no buildings but there are plenty made by Dione:

A building for the cake and food <- ran by geese

A place for the Bride to get ready in

A place for the Groom to get ready in

Dione’s place located on a cloud that is higher than the other clouds so she can watch over yall

A place where the decorations and necessities for the wedding are being delivered by doves, pelicans, storks <- they are also not weak, they dont play. they will fight back if disrupted)

and then the wedding atlar which is just the background it’s outside so its just the resting area

Quartz’s dress, Bride’s Tower, and delivery birds

Operation 1: Ruin the Wedding

Led by Idia. Objective is to ruin the wedding like destroying the cake, decorations, finding Dione’s weakness, ruining the whole set up, exploding shit idk

Description of the attire: Wedding outfits with a bit of technology accessories by Idia Shroud himself. (the leech twins have one ear bud in but i didn’t draw their ears in detail..) You can get creative with the tech accessories

Operation 2: Save the Bride

Led by my MC/Yuu and Grim (you can also add ur Yuus/Mcs in too!!). Objective is to sneak past the geese guards and save Quartz to stop the wedding.

Description of the attire: Wedding outfit is fine !! but you can get creative with it like “oh heh.. im the maid and uhhh quartz shat herself and i need to help her so let me in” or smth 😭😭😭

Operation 3: Do Nothing/Other

Basically you do nothing. Led by nobody lol. What’s your OC’s objective for doing nothing? Do they want to see the wedding? Do they not care enough because it might be over anyways? Is there no hope?

I didn’t draw anyone here bc it’ll be just wedding attire 😭😭

Operation 4: Steal the Groom

This is for all my Azul likers heh.

Since Azul and Quartz are being rushed to get ready, a lot of clothes are being thrown out and sent back in the boxes laying around so why not reuse them? Maybe you can use it to ruin the wedding and steal Azul’s heart awayy once they’re done dressing him up…..

Description of the Attire: Wedding Bride or Groom outfitss hehee

Rules:

NO weird outfits that sexualizes OCs

Use the tag #WedCloudEvent or tag me if you make a post of this event!!

Please be respectful to everyone’s OCs

You can also draw other TWST characters here if you want!!

Have fun!!

Here’s the background for your OCs!!

List of OCs/Characters:

Operation 1: Ruin the Wedding -

Idia Shroud

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Moch by @thatsadguymochi

Daphne by @pomevinelle

Yuya by @cheerleaderman

Akshara by @twistedtalestory

Alastor by @chaotic-snow

Yvonne by @juchioris

Kogane by @kogane-twst

Dimitrios by @twsted-void

Cupid by @nivvetsworld

Neuvins by @lapinhearts

Riddle (design by @lapinhearts)

Airinniz by @hanizmiyu

Kozakura Yuuka by @hanizmiyu

Nyx by @blackcat101

Viva by @evexe

Operation 2: Save the Bride -

My Yuu/MC

Grim

Silly by @sillybillymillyrilly

Silver (design by @0ann3 )

Yu (Yuri Takeba) by @0ann3

Loralyn by @chizramue

Mizuki by @sherryclover

Starr by @astral-pr0jecti0n

Xenon by @w0nd3rhoy

Yuubeni by @bunniehunn

Superstar! And Yuu By @imafrealinrainbow478484

Yukitaka by @yumaandyukitaka

Aki by @rinxleona

Rui by @rinxleona

Pluto by @teddyandmochi

Yuura by @a-z-rie-l

Operation 3: Do Nothing/Other -

AJ by @karamatsuboy-aj

Oisín by @xen-blank

Mama Hua by @lafashionlsta

Yuuko by @silkkorchid

Soul by @twistedplayer16

Operation 4: Steal the Groom -

Rémy by @ranas-twisted-wonderland

Ayesha by @iluvmusicxoxo

Alice by @sinjaangels

Djyuu by @djchik

ANYWAYS this is just an event I made out of my ass HELFP im sorry if theres a whole bunch of holes here 😭😭 and Idia and the Tweels outfits are SUPER SLOPPY so I can’t wait to see how everyone else makes their OCs’ outfits prettier also Quartz and Azul do not like each other here so be free to do anything lol

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕💕💕🎉🎉🎉🎉

[tamayula-hl]

June bride🤵👰

I would love to see a wedding for every SebxOC or Omi x OC couple in this fandom 😳💕

[sorchathered]

💕Lover💕

A/N- hey all! This is my submission for @ohtobeleah ‘s Galentine’s party!! I’m so excited to see everyone’s posts and concepts, make sure you check out the submissions under her tag!

Summary- A collection of memories and mood boards documenting you and Jake from engagement to wedding day.

Pairing- Jake Seresin x oc!reader (callsign Storm)

Warnings- language, drinking, smut.

“We can leave the Christmas lights up til January, this our place we make the rules”

It was January 5th now, you knew the chances of Jake being home for Christmas were slim but secretly you’d hoped he would be. He’d begged you not to spend the holiday alone his mother insisting you come to Texas so you’d flown out and spent two fantastic weeks with his family. They had welcomed you with open arms, taking you to all of Jake’s old haunts and involving you in their family traditions. You’d never been close to your parents so the overwhelming love you received from the Seresin family was something you’d never experienced before. You’d gotten to talk to him sporadically over the holiday but you could tell he was heartbroken he couldn’t be there with you. The time went by too fast and before you knew it the 5th had arrived and you were stepping off your plane in San Diego, Coyote was waiting to pick you up and you couldn’t wait to get home to your own bed. You’d put up a small tree with some lights before you left just to keep the seasonal depression at bay, but as you unlocked the door to your shared home you were met with what could only be described as a winter wonderland. The house was covered in lights, decorated ornately with paper snowflakes and there in front of a brand new 8 foot Christmas tree was Jake. He grinned his thousand watt smile at you as you dropped all of your bags and launched yourself into his arms.

“Hey Stormy girl, did ya miss me?”

You let out a watery laugh as you began to sob in earnest, he held you close and pressed kisses into your hair, reassuring you that he was home and this was real. When you finally settled he sat you both down on the couch in front of the massive tree, you were still in shock that not only was he here but he had somehow managed to transform your house into Santa’s workshop.

“What is all this baby?” You whispered against his lips, he’d never been big on Christmas but he knew you loved it so the thoughtfulness and effort put in after a nearly 3 month deployment was not lost on you.

“We didn’t get Christmas together darlin’ and I know being apart has been hard as hell these past few months” he stands up now, walking over to the tree to pick up a small gift you hadn’t even noticed. You gasp as tears well up in your eyes, Jake Seresin is down on one knee surrounded by a literal Christmas wonderland, and he’s about to ask you for forever. “Yes!” You blurt out, causing a belly laugh to erupt from him.

“You didn’t even let me ask sweetheart”

“You can but my answer is still yes, I just want to be yours, forever and ever.”

He closes the distance between you to slide his grandma’s engagement ring on your finger, kissing you in the glow of the twinkle lights.

“My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you”

A joint bachelor/bachelorette party at the hard deck, all the boys had suggested strip clubs and hookers but Jake just wanted a night with everyone they loved and to maybe get you a little tipsy so he could proposition you for a hookup in the bathroom. You were dancing with Phoenix and a few of your other girlfriends, dressed in the tiniest white dress with a bedazzled cowboy hat and veil that said bride on the front. He didn’t think he could love you more than this moment; eyes full of joy and singing “Don’t stop believing” at the top of your lungs. He’d even let you convince him to wear the ridiculous groom t shirt you’d gotten him, taking all the jesting in stride even though he secretly loved it. He’d always give you whatever you want.

You were a spitfire when you wanted to be, always first to defend him if some cocky asshole got mouthy, he had been an absolute dick to everyone around him for years but since that first dagger squad mission he’d been trying his damndest to make amends.

That was one of the many ways he’d known you were the one, you’d been dating quietl after you and Rooster’s failed engagement had crashed and burned over a year before. During a particularly stressful training day the two had come to blows, both of them ending up in the infirmary as Rooster continued to pelt insults his way. Jake was trying to take it in stride but your temper could only take so much. You were professional but vicious in your descent on him, refusing to let Bradley Bradshaw and his unresolved emotional baggage dismantle all the work Jake had put in to better himself. You’d been a champion for him no matter what and he wasn’t used to anyone having his back, it took his breath away just how much you believed in him.

Watching you now he felt his heart swell, and he couldn’t sit in his chair any longer; the need to hold you carrying him across the room, spinning you into his arms with ease.

“Hi sugar, think I could steal you away for a few minutes?” He whispered in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he dipped you to cheers from the crowd. You threw your head back giggling and took his hand to drag him through the throngs of patrons to the quiet hall that held the bathrooms.

You knew what he wanted, he was always looking for an opportunity to get you wrapped around him, often joking he might have a bit of a kink for getting you off in public spaces but really he was just insatiable when it came to you, especially when you were dressed in what he thought may be the world's smallest dress and rubbing your body all over his.

Placing you on the side of the sink he ran his hands over you now, sliding a hand between your parted legs finding you obscenely wet and he chuckled; maybe he wasn’t the only one that got hot and bothered over hooking up where anyone could find you.

You gasped at his touch and pushed your hands into his hair, needing him to kiss you and he was all too willing, tasting your tongue as you moaned into his mouth, the prettiest sound he ever heard. He pulled your tiny scrap of underwear to the side and pressed his fingers into your dripping core, watching you grind down onto his hand, whispering filthy things he knew you’d be mortified if anyone heard and God he lived for it, you were his dirty girl behind closed doors all for him, only he got to see you like this. You were teetering on the edge now, suddenly removing his fingers from you with a smirk as you protested, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and chest heaving while you begged for him to stop teasing and fuck you. He didn’t have to be told twice, letting you wrench his belt buckle open and unzip his jeans in record time, sliding home into your velvet heat, I love yous breathed out into the humid air of the bar bathroom. He chased your mutual highs quickly, knowing eventually someone would come looking for you, desperate cries pouring from your pouty pink lips and coming hard as you pulsed and fluttered around him, both of you bathed in ecstasy in the dim dingy light. As the two of you attempted to become presentable you were startled by the creaking of the bathroom door, Javy poking his head through and shaking his head with a raucous laugh.

“We’ve been taking turns guarding the bathroom, would you two heathens wrap it up? We’ve got celebrating to do!”

You both couldn’t hold in your laughter, they knew you too well, bracing yourselves for the onslaught of teasing for skipping out on your own party to hook up.

Drinks were distributed, a new game of pool was started and as you gazed at Jake across the room you couldn’t help but be proud of who he had become. He was honorable, steadfast and in fact too good to be true. You had both been damaged and jaded from past mistakes and relationships but had somehow healed each other becoming the best version of yourselves. You’d do it all again if it meant you ended up here, with your magnetic force of a man. Loving him was like coming up for air, he was Christmas morning and birthday wishes on lit candles and technicolor fireworks on the Fourth of July. You couldn’t wait to spend forever loving him.

“You’re my, my, my, my Lover.”

As you sat in the dressing room of the venue overlooking the harbor you were brought back to the night of Penny and Maverick’s wedding just a few years ago. You had come back to San Diego for their nuptials still heartbroken from your failed engagement with Bradley. Over the course of the long weekend you had found love again in the form of your best friend, the man you were finally about to marry.

Sometimes it still felt like a dream, you were afraid you would wake up one morning and still be single and heartbroken in your tiny apartment in Pensacola, but fate had stepped in and brought the two of you together. It hadn’t been easy, you were in tears more often than you’d like to admit when you first started dating long distance, and then deployments apart caused even more strain.

When you were finally promoted to Lieutenant Commander 10 months into your budding romance your superior told you there was an opportunity to fly again at top gun but this time with a new crew. So you and your front seater Viper decided to take the leap and head to Fightertown. Jake couldn’t believe it when he had a knock on his door that Sunday night to find you with all your luggage on his front porch, bottle of champagne in hand asking how he felt about a roommate.

It had been two years since then, both the dagger squad and red knights could be seen mingling outside and you felt your heart swell at how lucky you were to be surrounded by so many amazing friends.

Jake was all nerves on the opposite side of the venue, couldn’t seem to keep his hands from shaking as he tried to put his cufflinks on. Javy swatted his hand away and took over, shaking his head and handing Jake his whiskey to finish up.

“What are you so worried about? Stormy’s in dude, you two were made for each other.”

Jake knew he was being ridiculous, his family loved Stormy, all of his friends did too, he just wanted everything to be perfect for her.

“I’m not worried about her leaving me numb nuts, I just want it to be everything she hopes it is, I’ve checked the weather 100 times today and if it rains I swear-“

“Jake, she’s not just excited about the fairy tale wedding; she’s excited to marry you. The rest of it will turn out perfectly because you two will be together, the rest is gravy bud.”

Jake wondered to himself when Javy had gotten so smart, but he had to admit his wingman was right about one thing, being with you forever was the thing that mattered most and Jake couldn’t wait to start it with you.

As you walked down the aisle you could barely hold it together, Jake was already tearing up when you reached him taking his hand in yours it took all the restraint you had to not go ahead and kiss him. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and even if it had just been the two of you and a justice of the peace that would’ve been enough, because the end result was forever with the love of your life. Jake’s brother-in-law, a preacher back in Texas had been asked to be the officiant and when he finally announced you man and wife you couldn’t get to your love fast enough, pressing your lips to his as he made a show of dipping you for the crowd.

Later that evening in the glow of the harbor lights you were swaying to the music with your husband and you couldn’t put into words how perfect this night had been. He pulled your face close to his as he sang along with the band, and you had to kiss him again, it felt like every cell in your body cried out to be loved and touched by Jake Seresin and you knew without a doubt he always would. No matter where the two of you went he would do everything to love and protect you, and you would always do the same. Forever.

Jake Seresin Masterlist

Tagging- @ohtobeleah @bobgasm @attapullman @mamamaystbr @mamachasesmayhem @roosterforme @jessicab1991 @shanimallina87 @djs8891 @mygyn @86laura11 @floydsglasses @dempy @nouis-bum @angelbabyyy99 @pinkdaisies9285 @purelyfiction @the-aspiring-fanfic-writer @jostan456 @kmc1989 @its-the-pilot @mrsevans90 @sailor-aviator

[mttonex]

Hey... you should tell some fun stuff about ur ocs.....

omg ok...yay 💖

this post is kinda long sry 💔💔💔

Mary funfacts

she's an ISFP and a virgo!

the poems she writes are very angsty and reminiscent of emo lyrics, though she does like to write harriet sappy love poems 💖

the type of person to go "erm actually it's Frankenstein's MONSTER ☝️🤓"

loves frankenstein parodies as well as the actual movies! this includes lisa frankenstein, young frankenstein, frankenweenie, rocky horror, reanimator, etc

is always either frankenstein's monster or the bride for halloween

likes reading horror novels!

makes dante watch horror movies with her, he pretends he isn't scared (he is)

harriet (and betsey) tried getting her into musicals, she only really likes horror ones like rocky horror, sweeney todd, lsoh, phantom, etc

Betsey funfacts

she's an INFP and a leo :3

she and hypatia have matching friendship bracelets!! (the pink bracelets both of them wear)

very soft spoken/shy in public, she opens up a lot more when she's with her friends! (possible social anxiety?)

there's a forest near her house that she loves to explore, have picnics, and read at!

her favorite musical is little shop of horrors :3

she and dante watch cartoons together! their favorite is over the garden wall

Hypatia funfacts

she's an ENFJ and an aries!

legally blonde is her absolute favorite movie everr, elle woods is literally her (she was delighted to find out it was turned into a musical and watched it together with betsey!)

loves shopping, gossiping, and her pink flip phone (it's decorated with stickers)

super outgoing and makes friends very easily!!

loves anything strawberry flavored

is on the cheerleading team!

tries to get betsey go to parties with her so she can make more friends (she's pretty much betsey's only friend before they get frozen 💔)

Dante funfacts

he's an ESFP and a gemini!

his favorite pokémon is zorua/zoroark and he likes dark, ghost, and fire types!

his favorite pokémon games are x/y and scarlet/ violet

games he likes besides pokémon are fnaf, sonic, minecraft, and undertale/deltarune (he also really loves ds games!)

anime he likes besides pokémon are death note, evangelion, aot, and fullmetal alchemist

is a secret mlp fan (his fav is rainbow dash) but he doesn't tell anyone because he's scared of people thinking he's a brony😭

loves to show apollo his favorite games and anime 💖

Apollo funfacts

he's an ENFP and a taurus! (same as me 😁😁)

is a morning person i think that's obvious

loves the beach, spends most of his time there during the summer (he's immune to being sunburnt)

his favorite animal are dolphins

loves the muppets!! his favorite is kermit

he also likes pokémon! (though he's not as big a fan as dante is) his favorite is victini and he likes fire and psychic types

just for fun i'll also share the playlists i made them!! it's mostly songs they'd listen to but there's also a few that just remind me of them :3

[longlivethewildernessyet]

"get to know your mutuals!" tag game

tagged by @tempered-grace (hiya there!! thank you for tagging me :>💕)

last song: Penumbra by Lisa Knapp & Gerry Driver (or Sucks to Suck by Alpha Wolf, the song changed as I was writing this lol)

favourite colour: purple, but green is a close second

last film: I haven't actually watched one in a while, I think it was Father of the Bride 2?

last show: All Creatures Great and Small (current obsession, Siegfried Farnon my insufferable beloved)

sweet/savoury/spicy: all, but I do love spicy stuff. especially chilli in drinks, it's so good, and cause I don't drink alcohol I can still get a lil kick

relationship: longing for something but also terrified of repeating the past (poetic way of saying I'm single for good reason)

last google search: "amanita verna" I was researching something for an OC

tagging: uhhh gimme a second

@melit0n @canopies-of-gold-and-evergreen @copper-sands @lifemod17 and anyone who sees this! I think I've tagged moots that I haven't gotten to know super well yet. If you're not cool with being tagged or anything, let me know :>

[mermaidslabyrinth]

I think I may have confused myself, but how many times does Daemon get married in your story? 💕

First off, thank you for the question.

No worries I more than likely haven’t made it clear. And that's on me more than anything. Mostly because I’ve never talked about Geda.

Daemon does marry 5 times in my story: 1) Rhea Royce. She dies as she does in the show. 2) Igreyn Belmore (my OC). She dies from childbed fever. 3) Laena Velaryon. She dies as she does in the show. 4) Rhaenyra Targaryen. I haven’t revealed how she passes in my story. 5) Geda Vance of Wayfarer’s Rest (my OC). She outlives Daemon.

Geda appears way towards the end of my story.

I can go into a little bit about her under the cut.

Her face claim is Gaia Mondadori. She just gives off the mixture of Igreyn and young Rhaenyra for me.

I have no clue where her name came from. Idk if I was going off of Gyda, Geta, Gada. Not a clue. It's lost to me. But Geda fits her and so it's who she is. I chose Vance of Wayfarer's Rest for two reasons: 1) their history connected to the Targaryens and as well to the Blacks in the book. 2) I was going to have Igreyn be a Vance but changed it when I saw the sigil to House Belmore and thought it was an unnamed house. So Igreyn is a Belmore by chance.

Geda was created because I knew Rhaenyra would die in my story. And Daemon had some years left to live. So I gave him a fifth bride. She was at first just a prop for Daemon but she quickly became so much more. She had a voice and was going to be heard.

Geda is the daughter of Hugo Vance of Wayfarer's Rest. She was born in the year 127 AC. She has one sibling. A much older brother named Kevyn (118 AC) who is heir. Geda doesn't come into my story until Aegon III ascends the throne. She was at the coronation with her father and brother.

I won't go into detail on Rhaenyra's death. But she does sit the throne and is Queen. After her death Daemon was a widower. In my story he is not one who is the type to be alone. He always has to have someone near him.

I haven't fully fleshed her out mostly because she is like a character that would appear in the appendix of a story. But I will say she is kind and understanding. However, she also has a strength to her character that she does not take others guff so easily. She will fire back at others if possible. If not she will find Daemon and let him know how a person behaved. She sometimes borderlines on “brat behavior”. She knows who she is married to, the Rogue Prince, rider of Caraxes, and knows what he is capable of. Even in old age.

She may be devoted to Daemon but she also isn't a “silly little girl” that he can maneuver around for his pleasure. While she lets Daemon make a lot of the decisions, she also knows that he enjoys a little push back. A little push and pull. Almost how Daemon was with Rhaenyra when she was around that age. But at the age Daemon is when he marries Geda, it's more of an indulgent that he wants to dabble in and Geda easily rises to the challenge.

As a mother Geda is as fierce as any dragon would be protecting its clutch. She loves each of them dearly. Though she does have a favorite (Rhaerra). She doesn't spoil them but she doesn't discipline them either. She figures they're Targaryens and they can do as they please.

When Geda enters the picture, all of Daemon's children are either away from him or just “over” him. Baela is living on Driftmark. Rhaena is engaged to Garmund Hightower and soon to live in Oldtown. Rhagerys is on Dragonstone and then would live in the Vale a few years later. Aegon strongly dislikes his father on how he handled his mother's death. And Viserys has always been indifferent to the man. So, Daemon was alone and he had that need to have someone in his life. Who, in a way, revolved their life around him. Enter Geda.

Daemon has some personal growth in my story but not enough to fully change his ways. Geda is 14 when she marries Daemon. He is 60. Daemon honestly could have married anyone, within reason. But why pick someone who is set in their ways? When he could have someone be molded to his ways?

Daemon did not know how long he would live but he knew he wanted someone there to take care of him as he aged. Geda graciously stepped into the role of a wife and caretaker mixed into one. Almost a parallel to Alicent and Viserys. But unlike those two, Daemon never did make Geda feel less than or used. And to Geda, Daemon could do no wrong. In her eyes he raised and set the sun. Just what Daemon wanted. The back and forth they develop as the marriage progresses is jut an added bonus.

The marriage was not so much scandalous but it was met by his children with strong side eyes. Along with exasperated sighs. Especially when Daemon and Geda started having children.

That is all I have of Geda as of now. I do really like her, it's just she plays such a minor role that I don't talk about her much. But I should. Because she is quite the character. Particularly as she grows into her own and settles into her marriage with Daemon.

[clumsy-jiminie]

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↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 3.8k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, public displays of affection

↣ notes :: welcome to the first chapter! 💕 I hope you guys already for the rollercoaster between these two.

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"you see my thick thighs, lost when you look into my brown eyes, see my little waist can make you switch sides. you've never seen the devil in disguise."

- be honest, jorja smith-

ｗｉｎｔｅｒ

A low hum of people chatting over the Lo-Fi beats filled the area. Glasses clinking, some munching, all sounds that Kiara Smith grew familiar with. Though the crowd was more significant than the last exhibition she attended, it was starting to become all the same. 

She could remember the very first exhibit she went to and all the nerves it brought. She was a bumbling mess—sweaty palms constantly being wiped on her dress that she may have also used as her prom dress while her stomach frequently threatened to release her breakfast all over the floor—as she watched the few people who also attended like hawks. So insecure about the words those people chose not to share. So insecure about their lips pressed into taught smiles. Were they being genuine or just keeping up appearances? Was her art worth anything, or was she going to flop and end up having to get a shitty job just to make ends meet? Those same nerves would never fade, holding onto her like some clingy child desperately needing attention. But they became less apparent whenever her boyfriend was around. The heaven-sent angel would always know the right thing to say and make the world melt away. Though he would never miss an event, it was very seldom that he was on time. She never stressed his whereabouts, knowing he'd arrive eventually.

The 24-year-old continued to walk around, partially eavesdropping as she passed couples and groups of people. Occasionally, she would take a sip of the bubbly gold in her glass to appease that child named Nerves tugging on her leg. She slowed to a stop once a particular piece caught her eye. It was two separate canvases placed at equal heights. One canvas had a bright figure colored in hues of pink and blue, while the other was dark. Shades of black and grey bled from one canvas to the other as if it was trying to overcome the figure itself. The darkness had enough space on their canvas, though, at least a third remaining untouched, but it wanted the colors. It wanted to possess them, spread its darkness to them.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" blurted a voice near her. Despite the voice being calm and inviting, it startled her. She quickly turned to the side, not realizing a man joined her. His side profile was magnificent — features that were immaculately sculpted from his eyebrows, down his straight nose bridge leading to a button tip, to where his rose-shaded lips took center stage, frozen in a pout. His light blonde hair with dark roots made his olive skin stand out. It looked natural on him. The man was attractive, and Kiara couldn't deny that. His aura alone was almost as intoxicating as the drink in her hand. It pulled her in and wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She nodded, humming in agreement with his question. She faced ahead again.

The man stole another glance at her, eyes slowly glazing over her features. "It's so rare nowadays to find someone who could capture so much without saying a word. It's almost godly."

The more he talked, the nicer his voice sounded. It had an excellent depth, low and appealing even in his hushed tone. Kiara was into what he was saying, continuing to nod until the last comment. She had to sip her drink to subdue the urge to giggle.

"But you know what you and this painting have in common?"

She turned to look at the man, their eyes meeting for the first time tonight. And boy, how he could get lost in those pools of amber. She raised an eyebrow curiously, her glass still resting on her lips as she silently urged him to continue.

"You both were crafted with the same care, holding a beauty one could only dream of containing."

Kiara almost spat out her drink, startling the man before her. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, holding back the remainder of the liquid behind her taut lips. The man's eyebrows drew together and his lips pursed slightly. His expression then dropped to a neutral state once he realized she was chuckling at what he said.

Once she swallowed the liquid, she turned to face him completely. She took a moment to graze over his appearance fully. He was well dressed, wearing a black blazer, white crew neck underneath, and dark-wash skinny jeans. Silver earrings dangled from his earlobes to match the silver chain around his neck and the wristwatch. 

"Damn," she commented, a grin growing on her full glossed lips, "you're really laying it on thick for someone you don't know." Her voice was nothing he expected. She seemed like one of those Hamptons girls, playing in New York City with daddy's money. Her voice was light and smooth like silk fabric, but her accent was hard like a concrete wall. She was either from Queens or Brooklyn, syllables being dropped or stretched at a whim. Something about the way her words blended was incredibly sexy. 

The man quirked a brow, intrigued as the corner of his lips pulled into a half smile. "You tryna say I'm out of practice?"

"Precisely." She answered quickly and confidently as she gazed up at him. "I expect that kind of line from someone twice your age."

"Well, ouch." He chuckled, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as his eyes glanced downward at the girl. "My job requires me to be blunt, so I call it like I see it."

"And you're saying I'm as beautiful as this painting?"

He grabbed a glass off the tray of a passing waiter. "Your beauty surpasses it." It was true. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her golden honey skin practically glowed under the cool white fluorescent lights. Her hair was dark brown and long, pulled back into a sleek high ponytail with two strands framing her face. Her black satin dress hugged every curve in her body with grace, and there were plenty of them. The material looked soft to the touch, gently reflecting the light. He'd be lying if he said her looks weren't the reason why he approached. And on top of all the looks, she smelled phenomenal—warm and sweet, like a freshly baked sugar cookie with a dash of cinnamon on top, making him want to relive through the holiday season that just passed.

Kiara let out a soft scoff. "Thank you, but that's not as much of a compliment as you may think." She suddenly spun on her stiletto heels, turning her back to the man as she walked away.

He quickly followed, catching up in a few steps to join her by her side. "Do explain."

"Beauty has, and always will be, skin deep." She circled the champagne in her glass while looking out into the crowd. "Looks fade over time. Trends come and go faster than the seasons. So if you really wanna wow a girl…." She stopped at another painting that grabbed her attention before looking at him. "Compliment the things you can't see." The two stopped to gaze at the artwork in front of them. The man thought over her words while admiring the piece. The canvas before them had various hues of green splashed about, but shades of purple peeked through upon closer inspection. It mimicked little flowers blooming through a field of wild grass. She managed to lead him to the only painting that mirrored their conversation.

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "You're completely right. And to think I almost missed out on how intelligent you are."

She smiled, soft and genuine. "Thank you."

The man stayed by her side as Kiara floated, offering his opinions on whichever piece they stopped in front of. She really appreciated being able to receive unbiased feedback on her work. He didn't know he was chatting with the artist. No one in the room knew. The name signed at the bottom of each canvas was Luna, a faceless painter. It's been that way since the beginning, and she intended it to stay that way. Only her close friends, family, and people she hired knew of her secret.

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to lunch tomorrow." The man asked at their fourth or so painting.

"I see you don't waste any time."

"Correct. Time is limited, after all."

She looked up at him, his perfect lips pulled into a soft smile. Maybe in another lifetime, she thought as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Flattered, but I can't."

His brows furrowed. He thought that the conversation they were having was great, so what was with the rejection? "May I ask why?"

"I have a boyfriend," she said with a wide smile.

He suddenly scoffed, causing her to tilt her head to the side slightly. "I haven't seen anyone on your arm the whole night." The first thing the man hated the most was being lied to.

Her brows then lowered while her eyes narrowed. "He's just late."

The second thing was excuses.

"Tsk," he shook his head before downing his drink. "Committed to a man with no time management? Red flag."

"And somehow that's better than a man who can't take rejection?" She shot back as she quickly matched his energy. They had a peaceful conversation only moments before, and now the energy between them had grown negative.

"Oh, I can take rejection," he stated with a chuckle as he put his glass down. "But only when I'm being told the truth."

"It is—"

"Hey, darling." And finally, the deep and butter-smooth voice appeared, melting away the anger that was bubbling inside Kiara. As he approached her side, he placed his large hand on the small of her back and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm sorry I'm late."

The blonde in front of them eyed the man from his tan skin and wavy ebony hair to his solid-colored turtle neck and long coat. Something about the dark-haired man seemed familiar to the blonde. Then it hit him like a freight train. "Well, isn't it Mr. Kim Taehyung?" He smiled widely, glancing up at the slightly taller man.

Taehyung's brows furrowed momentarily before grinning. "Holy shit, Park Jimin!" He stepped forward, leaving Kiara's side to wrap his arms around the blonde. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he pulled away from the man. "I never would've thought that you'd be into art."

He chuckled softly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "It's just a little appreciation I picked up from Spain." He shrugged casually.

Taehyung's jaw clenched briefly, his smile slipping for a moment. For as long as he's known Jimin, he always had to slip in a way to brag about his accomplishments. It was sad that he still hasn't grown out of that trait yet. "Ah yeah," he responded, playing cool, "I forgot you traveled there. How was it?"

Jimin shrugged again. "It was Spain," he said, glazing over the topic. "But me and—shit, I'm sorry." His attention shifted from Taehyung to the woman. "I never asked for your name."

"I'm Kiara," she said softly. Her arms folded over her chest as she watched the two men converse. She didn't mind a bit since Taehyung was the most extroverted of the two.

"Kiara," Jimin repeated to himself, his eyes trailing down her appearance briefly. He tried to pin the name to the face, especially if she was Taehyung's. His eyes finally returned to the other man. "Kiara and I were discussing some of the pieces earlier. I've been a huge fan of Luna for years now." He tried to be calm about the subject of Luna, but it made excitement course through his veins. He was among the first few to learn about the mysterious artist who abruptly appeared on the scene. Everyone wanted one of their pieces overnight, and Jimin was obviously at the very top of that list. Every brushstroke left was a paragraph, speaking a language only artists could understand. 

"I don't even wanna talk about how hard it was to get in here," he chuckled, a faint flush spreading over his cheeks. A Luna Eclipse had a longer wait list than some Michelin-star restaurants. Luckily for him, he was able to pull a few strings. A few phone calls here, some embarrassing promises there, and he was in.

Kiara couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she eyed the man. The smirk on Taehyung's lips was full of pride, almost conceited, as he tilted his head slightly to the side. "Oh, you don't say?" For once in the pair's life, it felt like Taehyung had a one-up on Jimin. "How does it feel to—"

"My love," Kiara interjected, voice just as sweet, yet bitter, like honey as she placed her hand on Taehyung's chest. She looked up at him, and Jimin could see her pupils dilated, swirling with love. He chewed on his lower lip gently. He barely knew this woman, but why did he want her to look at him like that? "I have to talk to you about something."

Taehyung stared at his partner with furrowed brows before looking at Jimin. "Um, alright. I'll catch up with you later then."

She looked at Jimin, and that love dissipated instantly. Such a look was only reserved for Taehyung, making a heaviness grow in his abdomen. "If you would excuse us."

The blonde couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Kiara. "Of course," he finally said, grinning at the man. "Don't be a stranger!"

The two waved at each other before Kiara led him away. Her arm wrapped around his, holding him close to her. She glanced back at Jimin one last time before pulling Taehyung to a quiet section of the event. He leaned against the pillar while Kiara stood before him, gazing up at him.

"Why did you cut me off?" Taehyung asked, keeping his voice calm.

"Because you almost name-dropped me," she said, her arms folding over her chest. 

The 26-year-old's lips turned into a small o shape before forming a sheepish smile. "You're right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot for a second. It's just so hard not to brag about you when you always look so good." He reached out and touched her waist, pulling her into him.

She couldn't stop her lips from forming a smile as he buried his face into her neck. She giggled quietly, her hands placed on his chest. "Stop it," she whined, not wanting him to do such a thing.

Taehyung inhaled deeply, the notes of her sweet perfume entering his nostrils. "Mm, and you're wearing my favorite perfume too?" He mumbled against her skin, placing gentle kisses randomly. "You just wanted me to be on you."

The girl laughed before gasping when she felt his large hand fully palm her ass. She pulled away from him just enough to slap him in the chest playfully. "We're in public!"

His eyes locked with hers, with a smirk playing on his lips. "So?" He questioned as he pulled her close again, resuming to litter her neck with kisses. "No one's looking anyway. They're too distracted by your beautiful art." 

He continued until he reached her favorite spot, a moan parting from her smiling lips. His hands couldn't get enough of her, feeling her up as if it was the first time. Kiara's eyes fluttered shut, biting back moans that wanted to escape her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Taehyung," she whined again, partially out of want. It started to feel so good that the world began to melt away. "Someone will see."

Someone cleared their throat. "That's true."

Kiara's eyes shot open, quickly pushing the man in the midst of giving her a hickey off of her. He groaned as his back hit the pillar wall while she turned around. Her cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassment promptly replacing the arousal. She saw familiar ice-blue eyes playfully glaring at her. The petite woman pushed her long, ginger hair off her shoulders as she cocked an eyebrow at the two—disapproval flooding her features.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Hello, Aimee," he said, greeting the woman for both of them.

Aimee huffed, glancing at the man. "Taehyung."

He stood up from the wall, kissing Kiara's temple. "Lemme get us something to drink." He shot one last glare to Aimee before walking off.

Aimee shook her head. "I don't know how you put up with him and all the PDA." She grumbled, her heavy New Jersey accent ringing through Kiara's ears while she glared a hole into the back of Taehyung's head.

Kiara straightened out the smooth material of her dress. "You get used to it," she smiled softly to herself. "Plus, I kinda like it."

"Ugh," Aimee rolled her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest. "Seems like he'd fuck ya right there with an audience." The girl pointed her index finger to her open mouth, making a gagging sound while Kiara laughed.

"You're so dramatic," Kiara smiled while shaking her head. "But what's up? Is everything going OK?" Aimee was at every event Kiara held. She was her art dealer, providing guests with the information needed to purchase a piece. She would only come up to the artist if something were awry.

"Oh! Everything is fucking fantastic, honestly." Her eyes lit up with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her heels. "I think this might be your best collection yet."

Kiara sighed in relief, placing her hand on her chest as it fell. "Thank you. If we can get everything sold tonight, I'll be set." Aimee looked at the girl, her brows furrowing momentarily before releasing. "Taehyung and I have been looking for a bigger place."

Aimee's lips turned down into a slight frown. "A bigger house? Has he even talked about getting a ring yet?"

Kiara's shoulders dropped, her hand pinching and rubbing at her fingers. She sounded just like her best friends and every other friend in Kiara's life. "I know," she sighed. She glanced down at her left hand, where her ring finger was aching to be adorned with something. "It's so backward, but a one-bedroom isn't enough. He needs an office space for work. So, I'm hoping the ring will come soon after once we settle into a new place."

She looked at the girl, a sad smile replacing her frown. "Well, it's only been four years, right?"

Only. That word ran circles in Kiara's head. 

It's only been for years. 

You've only just moved in with each other. 

You've only just started dating.

The word was growing tiresome, especially in the conversations about Taehyung. Everyone had an opinion about her and her relationship, but no one dared to say anything straightforward about it. She was sick of only.

Kiara nodded slowly, which only caused Aimee to sigh. "He'll come around, doll, don't stress it." She assured with a soft smile, gently patting the woman's shoulder. "Lemme get back to my job so you can get that house." After Kiara gave Aimee a small smile, she walked off. She almost bumped into Taehyung on the way out, the two quietly cursing at each other before continuing their path.

He returned to Kiara with a smile, handing her a glass of champagne. "All good news?"

She grinned at the man, feeling warm despite not sipping her drink yet. "Amazing news."

As the night continued, the two walked around together. They always had a hand on each other somehow, whether it was Taehyung's on the small of her back or Kiara's hand being swallowed by his. She adored this. It made her feel safe—feel wanted. He had to let everyone know she was off the market and was his. As if a shiny diamond ring resting upon her left finger wouldn't have done the same. Taehyung struck up conversations with random people, small-talking them like the extrovert he was. During each conversation, she would glance around, finding something to fill her attention while they spoke of things that didn't matter. Every time, her gaze would meet the blonde.

Their eyes lingered for longer than what was appropriate. Why was he looking at me? She thought while she fidgeted with her fingers. Or was he staring at Taehyung?

"Love," she said as she turned her gaze to Taehyung. He has just finished up a conversation with an elderly couple. "How long have you known Jimin?"

"We grew up together, and were best friends."

The girl's eyes went wide. Despite four years together, Taehyung rarely talked about anything before his college years. It was optional to dwell on past things, even though Kiara would've loved to know everything, from how he scraped his knees while learning to ride a bike to his first love.

"We even went to college together, out here," he continued. "But our crowds were completely different. He got along with the nepo babies since he basically is one, and I got along with the art kids. I remember us bumping heads quite a bit." He let out an amused chuckle.

"Oh," she frowned slightly.

"Like he didn't have to brag about going to Spain," he blurted out. "Not all of us can drop our responsibilities and take off on vacation for a year."

"A year?!" She repeated as her jaw dropped.

"Mhm, basically had his parents pay for the whole trip." There was a fire behind his words. He's been tight-lipped about his friendship with Jimin, and finally, it felt amazing to let it out. "I'm surprised he's not rotting from the inside out."

Kiara pouted a bit, never hearing Taehyung speak so harshly about another. "Well, maybe it was a birthday gift?" The blonde couldn't be that bad, even if she got a taste of that quick-witted mouth earlier. He could've just been having a bad day after all.

"He left in March, babe, and his birthday is in October."

Her mouth formed a small o before she chewed on her lower lip gently. "So you're not gonna catch up with him?"

He looked ahead before glancing down at the girl. "I am," he said with a shrug, "I would rather hang out with a nepo baby than my coworkers." Kiara let out a half-hearted snicker as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "It would be a good opportunity to get out of the house since someone says I need to make friends."

"You do!" She looked at him, brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched. "I feel bad leaving you home every girls' night. I want to know you're having fun and not rewatching the same three movies."

"They're good movies!" He argued with a smile as the girl shot him a glare. "But I hear you," she stretched out the last syllable as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "So I will try for you, OK?"

The girl smiled, leaning up to touch their lips together briefly. "Thank you." She hoped they could work past their differences and become friends. She knew the man wanted to go out and experience things, but he longed for a set group to do that with. Sometimes, rekindling a relationship was more manageable than starting a new one.

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[fanaticsnail]

Hello Miss Snail! Just wanna start off by wishing a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (I might be early, sorry about that). I hope your special day is stress free and filled with fun!! 💕🎉🎉🥳

I wanted to share an idea with you. I hope you don't mind. I've been thinking of writing a fic for our favorite musician, Brook!! There's a severe lack of fics for him 😢 Call me a freak if you must, but there's something about him that I can't help but love 🫶

This fic would be set during the events of thriller bark. The readers' backstory would be similar to Emily's from the corpse bride (it's a great move, so why not take inspo from it). She'd be an actual zombie as opposed to Moria's soul zombies. Her past would involve Absalom and being betrayed by him. But she'd find new love with Brook after he first arrives at thriller bark. She was unable to follow Brook after he was kicked out of thriller bark the first time he showed up. Despite being Hogback's only successful zombie, her soul was still taken to keep her there so Hogback could experiment and figure out how he did it in the first place. She almost sounds like an oc with how much detail I'm putting into her story. 😅 I promise I will make this all make sense when I actually write it out 🥹🫶

Sorry if this is super long, but I just felt you would appreciate hearing this because I know you also love Brook, too!

Corpse Bride.

Zombie reader.

Brook bound in unintentional matrimony.

Thriller Bark.

Falling in love.

Separated.

Star crossed lovers, never the two shall meet again.

Please.

I need this so bad.

If you write this, I will be on my knees and sobbing while reading (please tag me). Brook does need more fics. He's my beloved skeleton man, and I have a couple of requests in my asks for a few fics, alongside my own ideas. He's just beautiful, and truly deserves the world. Thank you for sharing your ideas, I adore them!! 🖤🖤

[lorkai]

Tell me about your ocs 👀💞💞

Haaaaaaana 🥺💕

Met Morgana, my favorite oc btw. She is a nephelim, which means she is half angel, half demon, she tends more to her demonic side though. I use her most in obey me but curiously I have noticed some tendencies that she shares with my other ocs lol

I even wrote a fic for her, though I have yet to start writing the second chapter lol. She is Barbatos's (not blood related) younger sister, an albino, also a general that fought against the Celestial Realm and a shape shifter hehe

Morg had quite the complicated life even before she was born. Being a nephilim means being an unnatural being in the Celestial Realm's eyes. So they started hunting her and some other nephelims and cambions, to exterminate them, for them not to taint the humans. Ofc she survives bcs I love her too much to kill her, I made her back in the 2021 I think??? 2020??? Idk lol

Her father is also Lucifer's twin plus the first angel to be casted out of heaven. So she has a very big and chaotic family ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

I also made an oc for twst but there's not enough lore to share. They don't even have a name yet lol but they are twisted from Emily, the corpse bride

[g0dspeeed]

5 Songs, 3 Outfits

Tagged by @carlosoliveiraa 💕 Thank you, this was so fun!

RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

The Storm by Bronze Radio Return

"She is the storm and the calm that proceeds. The howling wind and the still air in-between"

Blame Brett by The Beaches

"That's why I won't get vulnerable Don't you dare get comfortable Heartbreak is impossible Feelings doing somersaults I'm not ready for therapy To take accountability Right now it's about me Me and only 'bout me"

Damn (Unstuck) by Vox Rea

"Damn, it's all in my hands Bottle of gin and a cigarette Oh man, don't you think about lighting up? Damn, forgot all my plans Dangerous dance on quicksand Oh man, don't you think about giving up?"

King by Florence and The Machine

"I need my golden crown of sorrow My bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king"

All About Me by Lilyisthatyou

"I don't give a damn if you're not at ease This is not about you, it's all about me Swallow your pride, fuck off and die This is not about you, it's all about me"

Girl just wants to be cozy fr

Free Animal by Foreign Air

"You get what you came for, what you stayed for I only know how to satisfy your craving This is what you crave Know what you're made of, what you're made of Flesh and bones won't lie They won't lie"

Waiting For The End by Linkin Park

"I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got"

WAM by A$AP Ferg

"Man, I got all the flavor, bitches say I'm delicious I'ma have all you motherfuckers laying in ditches I'ma kill all you rappers, I'ma aim with precision They was rocking with your ass 'til they made a decision All my friends making millions 'cause they knowin' my vision A lot of entertainers crash, I can see the collision Destined to make the money, I was great at division I'm finna take all your food and I'ma eat up the dishes"

Build Me Up by Reaubeau, Elle Hollis

"Something's coming, I wanna be Everything I thought that I could never be Build me up, piece by piece Figure out on my own the parts that made me"

Meet Me In The Woods by Lord Huron

"I have seen what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night I can bring your fears to life Show me yours and I'll show you mine Meet me in the woods tonight"

Country boy aesthetic ✨

Tagging @noodlecupcakes , @simplegenius042 , @voidika , @v0idbuggy , @direwombat , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @cassietrn , @ivymarquis , @ladyoriza , @la-grosse-patate , @nightbloodbix , @strangefable , @inafieldofdaisies , @shallow-gravy , @onehornedbeast , @henbased , @josephseedismyfather & else who wants to try!

[justquicksshot]

A Formula for Forever

One-shot fanfic | The Nutty Professor (1963)

Characters: Julius Kelp x Deidra (OC)

Genre: Romantic comedy

Word count: ~2,000

Dedicated to: @ringa-starr💕💕 I hope you like it, it's not my strong suit but I put a lot of effort into it.

The Ceremony of Controlled Variables (Mostly)

Deidra had been nervous before, but nothing quite prepared her for this moment — standing behind a row of hydrangeas that were glowing faintly blue, thanks to whatever safe pH solution Julius had used in the soil.

Their wedding was happening. Right here. On campus. Beneath a “quantum unity arch” Julius built himself — a clunky but sweet metallic frame covered in LED-lit beakers, each bubbling with symbolic colors. According to him, the arch represented “the entanglement of two stable compounds across a lifelong reaction.”

It tilted slightly to the left.

Deidra adjusted her glasses with a shaky hand. She could hear the faint clink of lab glass in the breeze, some kind of decorative wind chime Julius insisted on hanging from a nearby microscope stand. Her green eyes scanned the modest gathering — professors, students, and a few bemused family members who looked like they weren’t sure if this was a ceremony or a science fair.

A warm voice behind her murmured, “You okay?”

It was Mrs. Halberstadt, the old librarian who once caught her making out with Julius in the faculty lounge after hours.

Deidra nodded. “Just… a little overwhelmed.”

“You look beautiful,” the woman said, then added in a conspiratorial whisper, “and your arch is only one wrong step away from collapsing, so consider skipping the cha-cha down the aisle.”

Deidra let out a laugh — too loud, too anxious — but it helped.

Then the music began. Some sort of string quartet arrangement of the Star Trek theme (Julius's choice, of course). She stepped forward, clutching her bouquet.

And there he was.

Julius Kelp. In a charcoal suit with a slightly wrinkled bowtie, standing proudly beneath his bubbling arch like he’d just discovered a new element. His hair was combed back — or at least, he’d tried — and he was smiling at her like she was the only equation he couldn’t quite solve but loved trying anyway.

As she walked toward him, Deidra’s nerves started to quiet. He was jittery, obviously, fingers twitching at his sides and rocking back on his heels, but his eyes never left her. Not once.

The officiant, a bewildered ethics professor pressed into service by popular demand, cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen—”

“Hold it,” said a voice from the back.

Deidra froze.

Of course.

Stella Purdy.

She stood by the folding chairs, her red dress too tight, her smile too smug. She held a martini glass that no one recalled handing her.

“I just wanted to say a few words. As a close personal friend of Julius.” Her eyes sparkled with venom as they turned to Deidra. “And academic rival of the bride.”

Julius visibly panicked. “Stella, I don’t think—”

“No, no, it’s important,” she purred. “I just wanted to wish you two all the best. Truly. Especially with, you know, loyalty. And communication. Those are so important when you're marrying someone whose idea of commitment involves a molecular chart.”

Deidra's mouth went dry.

The crowd murmured. Someone dropped a cup.

“Thank you, Stella,” the officiant said tightly. “Now—”

“I mean, I just find it fascinating that after all the chemistry we had—”

“Alright, alright!” Julius shouted, his voice cracking like a startled pigeon. “Let’s, uh, let’s move along! Hah! Heh! Nothing to see here! Emotional sabotage is strictly forbidden by Section 2.3 of our wedding agreement!”

He fumbled in his coat and, in his panic, pulled out a small glass vial. Deidra’s eyes went wide.

“Julius, no—”

But it was too late. He downed it.

A beat of silence. Then Julius straightened. His hands stopped twitching. His voice dropped half an octave.

“Okay,” he said smoothly, “let’s get this show on the road.”

“Oh no,” Deidra muttered.

Buddy Love had entered the show.

He turned to her with a grin. “Deidra, baby, you are smoking. I mean, wow. That dress should come with a license.”The audience laughed awkwardly.

She stepped closer and hissed, “You took the wrong vial.”

“Did I? Because I feel great. Relaxed. Magnetic. My skin is literally humming.”

“Julius, you’re slipping into Buddy again.”

“Not slipping,” he said, winking. “Gliding.”

The officiant looked between them. “Do… do we need a moment?”

“No,” Deidra said quickly, forcing a smile. “Let’s just… keep going before he starts jazz singing.”

They made it through the vows — somehow.

Deidra’s were sweet, careful, and deeply personal. She spoke of the first time she saw him trip over a desk and fall directly into a skeleton model, and how she knew right then she’d either laugh or love him forever — and ended up doing both.

Julius's vows, Buddy-inflected and all, still somehow made her tear up.

“I may not be the coolest molecule in the compound,” he said, eyes locked on hers, “but you’ve always seen the real me. Even when I couldn’t. You never needed me to be anyone else — and that’s why I’ll spend every day trying to be worthy of your trust.”

Even Stella looked a little touched. Not much. But a little.

Then came the kiss.

It started simple. Sweet.

Until Julius dipped her so dramatically her heel snapped and they both collapsed into the base of the arch — which groaned, sparked, and exploded in a harmless but dramatic puff of lavender smoke.

The guests erupted into laughter and applause.

As they lay tangled in lab-themed wedding décor, Julius blinked up at her and whispered, “Was that okay?”

Deidra burst into giggles. “You’re an idiot.”

“Your idiot?”

“Always.”

⏝ ︶ ⏝︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶⏝︶ ⏝

Later that night, they sat barefoot on the grass, sipping lukewarm tea from mismatched mugs while guests filtered out behind them.

“I’m sorry Stella showed up,” he said quietly.

“I’m not,” Deidra replied. “She got to see me win.”

He turned toward her, awe softening his face. “I still can’t believe you married me.”

She reached over and took his hand, threading her fingers through his.

“You’re brilliant, kind, ridiculous, and you make beakers explode when you’re nervous,” she whispered. “I didn’t want perfect. I wanted you.”

A shooting star crossed overhead.

Julius blinked at it. “Probability-wise, that’s very rare. You think it’s a sign?”

“Maybe,” she smiled. “Or maybe just timing.”

He leaned in and kissed her again — gently this time, without smoke or audience — and in that moment, Deidra knew one truth that had nothing to do with science:

This man, this love, this chaos — it was the best formula she’d ever found.

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END

[chem1cal-k1dd]

Intro post bc I forgot to do one

I’m Frank (not iero)

she/her in the way u refer to Gerard way and he/him in the way you refer to a cat and it/its in the way you refer to a creature (he/she/it)

I’m old

Pls dm to be friends I want more friends I have 1 that I talk to most of the time

Other blogs?

@dykefagthing [ yapping, venting, unfiltered opinions

@scatzz [ OC rp blog not very active but I might use it again soon

@franknotieromustdie [art blog

More detailed DNI/boundaries list (?)

DNI?

Hazbin hotel/helluva boss fans. No exceptions

People who don’t tag their nsfw posts

Lesboy/gaybian/turigirl antis

Msi fans

Botdf fans

18+ and -13

People who objectify band members

RPF DENIERS. I LOVE RPF

About me?

I’m autistic, have ptsd and have bpd and schizophrenia (all diagnosed. Don’t even start with that fake claiming bullshit)

I really like history. Specifically world wars or politics it’s my special interest ask me about the current state of the country politically I will talk your ear off

I’m kind of sensitive if you are just very blunt I might take it as rude and get upset please use tone tags

Emo/scene kid. I’m also a minor

Taken by my wifey Mikey 💕💕

I’m Mexican 🇲🇽

What do I like?

Bands: Green Day, My chemical romance, Pierce the Veil, Chiodos, Alesana, picture me broken, Dot dot curve, Brokencyde, Silverstein, A vain attempt, my upside down, modern baseball, car seat hesdrest, mom jeans, LEATHERMOUTH, la dispute, isles and glaciers, Frank iero, Gerard way (solos), Before today, McCafferty, Sorority noise, black veil brides, fall out boy, I set my friends on fire, Ayesha Erotica, LS Dunes, The Used, Twenty one Pilots, Sleeping with sirens, Panic at the disco, black flag and MORE!!

Other: Phighting, Nine Sols, Rainworld, The Magnus Archives, Call of duty, Trigun, SK8 The infinity, Danger Days comics, warrior cats, wings of fire, Chiikawa, Scott Pilgrim and more shit I just can’t remember

That’s kinda it go read my strawpage it’s cool and send me stuff https://theblackparadeisdead.straw.page

[carriehobbs]

Hi!!! For anyone who sparks joy!! For #10 I know family is kind of prescribed by the IF but curious if you've thought of extracanon extended family for anyone!!

10) Does your OC have a family tree? Who are their immediate and extended family if you created ones?

12) Favorite movie or tv show or musical or book for your OC? Or all? (Don’t worry I understand setting is important for this question so only answer what applies)

25) The name you chose for your OC, why did you chose it?

Ty for asking 🥰🥰 I'm going to answer for Ellie 💕

(This isn't a monster essay like normal, but is just long enough that I'm going to put it under a cut)

10) Does your OC have a family tree? Who are their immediate and extended family if you created ones?

So, there are some family members that are canonically mentioned in Mind Blind. There's a Grandma Vivian (I don't know who she's supposed to be related to, but according to Nick she's apparently pretty stern and disapproving. I could not for the life of me find where in the demo she is mentioned if I tried). I think Hope is an only child (could not confirm, it's just the feeling I get from her), but John canonically has a brother (Gary) who I imagine John is not very close to (given that John is a Ment and founded Unity and Gary lives in an anti-Ment commune in Florida, according to the demo). It's unclear if Gary has any family. So in terms of canonical family members, Ellie doesn't really have a big extended family, and the few people she does have she's not really close to.

Ellie does have some people who she considers to be extended family, though. For example, Mario (the owner of Sofia's) has been a friend of her parents' since the Korean Reunification and so I imagine he's been around for much of Ellie's life (I certainly get the sense from how she interacts with him in the demo that he's someone who genuinely cares about her). She calls him "Uncle Murph" :) (Honestly, all of my Buttons kind of think of Mario as being their sort-of uncle.)

12) Favorite movie or tv show or musical or book for your OC? Or all?

The Princess Bride! It's Ellie's sick movie. (She makes Gray go with her as Westley (in the Dread Pirate Roberts black outfit and mask) and Buttercup (in her red dress) for Halloween. It's supposed to be something they just do once, but neither of them really want to put in the effort to come up with new costumes every year, so it ends up being their go-to).

25) The name you chose for your OC, why did you chose it?

I've mentioned once or twice before that all of my canon Buttons have names that start with Ell-, as a kind of tribute to the fact that all of the suggested names (Ella, Ellery, and Elliot) in Mind Blind also start with Ell-. So Ellie's name had to fit within that pattern. Ellie was actually the first of my canon Buttons to be named so I had all the Ell- names to choose from, but I picked Ellie for her 1) because it has a kind of girl-next-door feel to it that I wanted Ellie to have when I played her and 2) because I had a friend named Ellie when I was very, very young.

[theangelsshoulderdevil]

Welcome to Hell darlin' the Devil's been waitin' For ya

✟ Welcome to my blog, I'm Angelic although my theme definitely isn't. Feel free to call me Angel if you want. This blog is going to be a mixture of stuff because I'm indecisive as fuck, but it'll mainly be a blog for yandere, darling, and writing posts. This blog is themed after my favorite character, Ronin, from Killer Chat(!).

✟ I'm an aspiring author and I plan to post my works here along with oc content. If anyone has any tips or constructive criticism feel free to share it. I'm always trying to improve my writing and if you have some input you'd like to give me I'd like to hear it.

✟ WARNING!! Please be aware that this blog will contain obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, stalking, clinginess, jealousy, delusions, dependency, toxicity, and generally unhealthy behaviors. If you are not comfortable with any of that do not interact.

About Me 𓉸

✟ I am 19 years old and use she/her pronouns. I am taken by my sweet princess, @s0uthw3sternprincess

I struggle with clinical depression and anxiety. I also suffer from Hypothyroidism and Hashimotos Disease.

✟ Likes:

𓉸 General things: games, books, writing stories, horror, psychology, musicals, emo/alt/goth styles and aesthetic, Stephen King books, anime, visual novels, criminology, mysteries, dark romance, astrology, true crime, detective things(movies, shows, styles, aesthetic), collecting stationary, and a lot of other stuff I can't think of right now while making this.

𓉸 Specific shows (mostly anime) and movies: Moriarty the Patriot, The Case Study of Vanitas, Pandora Hearts, Violet Evergarden, Angels of Death, Nanbaka, Komi Can't Communicate, Kotaro Lives Alone, SpyxFamily, Fairy Tail, Scooby Doo, Edward Scissorhands, Beetlejuice, Mr Harrigans Phone, The Mist, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, Mrs Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, Scream, Goosebumps, Teen Titans, Coraline, Ever After High, Brooklyn 99, Alice in Wonderland (1951 and 2010), School Spirits, Ouran High School Host Club.

𓉸 Specific Song Artists: Lady Gaga, Set it Off, Mother Mother, Mitski, Britney Spears, The Stupendium, Kesha, Indila, Panic! At the Disco, Insane Clown Posse, MARINA, Hollywood Undead, Penelope Scott, Bo Burnham, Avril Lavigne, Madame Macabre, Emily Osment, Loving Caliber, 6arelyhuman, Simon Curtis, Mindless Self Indulgence, Millionaires, Ayesha Erotica, Graveyardguy, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Asteria.

𓉸 Specific Games: Killer Chat, Identity V, The Kid at the Back, A Date with Death, Homicipher, Danganronpa, Genshin Impact, Honkai starrail, Dead by Daylight, Mouthwashing.

Asks & Anon Asks

✟ Feel free to send in asks or anon asks, don't be shy. I don't mind the content as long as there is not anything sexual, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, racist, really any form of bigotry, etc. Other than that literally anything else is on the table. 17+ to be mutuals. Do not flirt with me I will ignore your ass. That's reserved for my princess and my princess only.

Current anon darlins': 👑💕

That's all for now. Will add more when I need or want to.