#He makes him work for it though. He gets wooing gifts and princess treatment from guys wishing for a chance to feel him around their cocks

[zappedbyzabka]

William Zabka as Randy in A Tiger's Tale

[onmyyan]

🗡️Psycho🗡️ Anon, here again! #3?

I don’t think you’re ever gettin rid of me now that you’ve told me you like what I’ve submitted to ya. Ya bad for me n my ego. You’re enabling me hun. It does mean a lot to me though and I am very happy I’m makin you foam at the mouth. Your men make me go feral and I obviously have stage 4 brain rot for all your OCs. No treatment for me. No salvation either doc

So here some intense follow up appointment delulu I got from the long ass Ashley Hunt AU story with hard core city girl reader I sent earlier. Buckle up bitch…you’re probably always gonna be in for a long haul with me…

Leavin off from Ash and our HEA, we got twins on the way n shit. And Ash is gonna give us at least another 5 babies too since we his happy lil breedin sow. But we gon speed up in time and not focus too much on dat, cause in the end we got 6 sons and 1 lil baby girl who da youngest. All back to back pregnancies. Ash got dem sexy hot dominant genes and really just gave his sons all the gifts he himself has. Tall, handsome, strong, chivalrous, charismatic, intelligent, etc. (They probably god’s favorites too). And we were like a fuckin printin machine makin copies n wonderin why the fuck we havin so many sons. So we fuckin delighted when we finally got a baby girl and are finally able to put the towel in cause we were also done havin his babies too. We love him. But 7 is plenty…

And so our story is really gonna focus on our lil baby Princess, cause she’s basically gonna be the “new reader insert.” Lil baby Princess grows up as a total daddy’s girl and is also doted on by her 6 big bros. She knows how to do some farm work, though she mostly inside helpin us her mama doin domestic work as it’s a bit more tough takin care of 7 men by oneself and we can always use an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. And you bet Ash is drillin in the same work ethic into his own sons as his own pa did to him. Builds character...

Lil baby Princess grows up wantin more in life. Just like how Ash’s sons inherited near almost everything from him, she inherited near almost everything from us her mama. Princess wanna leave the small town fast and is dead set on doin so when she graduates with her associates degree from the local community college. Her daddy, Ash managed to convince her to stay at the community college first. Get out general eds, stay closer to home before makin the big city leap and potentially getting a bachelors degree. Reluctantly Princess agreed to it but still had to go to the next town over since that’s where the community college is. Her home town is still much smaller…

And so she finally got her associates degree at 21 and is headin to the city to find a job n new life once the summer passes. It’ll be her last summer at home with her family she’s decided. On one of her casual outings ridin a horse she finds a man stuck on the road. Flat tire. Nice car too. He’s very handsome, tall, and muscular…to everyone else. But to Princess he just average and nothin much to look at. That what livin with 7 men built by Greek gods for 21 years does to ya. Makes ya numb to everyone people will conventionally say is beautiful n attractive. And Princess grew up with every woman around her thirstin over one of her bros and her father too. Even women from other towns would find excuses to swing by and gawk at the 7 men workin on the farm. So needless to say Princess isn’t wooed by men’s appearances…

Princess decides to help the poor fellow out cause her daddy raised her right. Offers him up a ride on her horse and tells the man she’ll call a truck for his car later. The man accepts and thinkin she’ll have to help him up on the horse for some time, the man easily mounts on the horse like it’s the second nature? And in an expensive suit too? She shakes it off and they go back to the Hunt farm…

During the ride the man asks Princess her name and what not (and I guess it’d still be Y/N cause the excuse is that she was named after her mama by Ash’s demands). Princess asks his name too, he gives it to her, and then no more talking on her end. This confuses the man as all his life people have usually wanted to make conversation with him. Or have usually always commented on his beautiful appearance by now. But not Princess. She really doesn’t give a shit about a stranded man’s life story. She’s here to do a job and get on with her life. And of course she’s immune to beauty at this point…

They finally come to the Hunt residence where Princess puts away her horsie and fixes up the man some water and food, bein a good host and all. She calls up the local mechanic and informs them of the details. Princess then just straight up leaves the man and tells him if he wants to take a nap, shower, whatever, to help himself. This is a fuckin power move as Princess has truly run out of shits to give in life. And she still ain’t tryin to converse at all with the man. Man is livid right now. Seeing Princess’s eyes filled with indifference. He confused as fuck too. Wonderin if she mentally sound or this is some country culture etiquette he doesn’t understand…

Now for the good shit. The Hunt men all come in as with so many hands workin on the farm now, shit gets done exponentially faster even though they got more stock and stuff over the years. They a little confused at first seein a posh lookin man greet them. But nothin gets bad as the man quickly explains the situation that happened. And the man is stunned to lookin at all these 7 aesthetically gorgeous men. The man is very confident in his own looks and it rarely happens in his life that he starts to get a bit insecure about them…

Ash asks the man where his daughter is, and the man replies that she just left? Much to the laughter of Ash’s 6 sons howling that “they’ll have nothing to ever worry about” with Princess. The man’s ego is damaged at this point. Is he unattractive? Is he undesirable? But he easily keeps a calm and collected face and voice…

The Hunt men politely excuse themselves having to go wash up from workin all day, leaving the man all alone again. We the mama enter the area, having heard commotion n stuff. We were preparing dinner n stuff in the kitchen which was far away. We go through same process and introduce and meet the mystery man. The phone rings and it’s the mechanic tellin us that the car won’t be ready for quite some time and the man will have to hitch a ride out of town if he’s got somewhere to be urgently. We inform the man and also ask if he got a place to stay. He don’t since he was just drivin by the town, so we offer him our home for the time bein. He hesitantly accepts…

Man decides to converse with us instead since we’re the most hospitable and social person he’s met in the family. He asks about our family and we do him. He keeps his background vague and we get the hint not to pock around. He really is just curious about our daughter, the Princess of the family. And we happily tell him all about her. Her hopes and dreams n stuff. Much to his delight that Princess seems like a normal human being n not a mechanical doll…

And that when he get the idea to propose to Princess later to take her with him out of the town to see the city and new places. Cause while he hasn’t fallen in love with her at first sight or anything like Ash did, there’s something about us that’s drawing him near. Perhaps it is our absolute indifference to him, and the fact that he just wants to prove something to himself. He wants to “figure us out.” Princess is a bit of a conquest and trophy to him, and he’s not afraid to admit that. So what’s the harm in this mutually future beneficial relationship? He’ll provide for Princess to get out of town and be able to see the world, and in turn he’ll get us to fall for him. The perfect plan. Nothing can go wrong…

A Princess for a Grand Duke, isn’t that fitting? Though the man will keep that a secret for as long as he can. If she asks questions about his wealth he’ll just pretend he’s an investor or something. One things for sure, Princess will definitely keep him entertained for a long time. A really really really long time…⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄

And scene! I just love imaginin different flavors of a yandere stories. Like dis one is obviously a much more slower burn than the whirlwind romance of Ash and his wifey. And it’d really follow the descent of madness of a Grand Duke yandere who’s truly falling into love and obsession over his lady. He thinkin he in control at first but realize steadily fast that he can’t live without her. And to make it worse, he never lose control of things in his life. Not his looks, his composure, etc. so it makes this predicament even nastier for him to deal with. But lucky for us Princess, havin grown up with Ash as our daddy and 6 big bros who also have some questionable “protective” tendencies, we have a bit of a contorted sense of love too. So our “normal” is much different than other people’s “normal”

Also did you like the hint I dropped in dis drabble about the mystery man’s background? It was about him being able to easily get up on a horse despite being in a suit and lookin all fancy and stuff. Cause not many people can do that. So you either know how to do it as a career…or as a hobby…

Final thought as to why a Grand Duke yandere ya thinkin? From your OCs ya got the Delmonts who are criminal flavor, then Ash who’s country flavor, and then other popular yandere archetypes tend to be royalty, famous, or CEO more often than not. So I thought that royalty would be fun since it’d give the new leadin man not just an abundance of financial power but social power as well that CEO power might lack. Ya know…since royals can have diplomatic immunity and CEOs pretty much don’t. Some new flavors for the spice cabinet is always good. Besides I also just wanna see a man abuse his absolute power with impunity in yandere stories sometimes…So if ya ever decide to make a new yandere OC. Here an idea. I don’t mind ya usin it and I’d be thrilled if ya did

Love 🗡️Psycho🗡️ Anon

A/N: OKAYA THE INSTANT BRAIN ROT THIS GSVE ME SBDJDKD YOU DID IT AGAIN MY LOVE OMG THE WAYYY I INSTANTLY FELL IN LOVE WJTH THIS PIECE EEEE THE SIX OLDER BROTHERS WHO ARE CARBON COPIES OF ASH??? HELLO??? AMAZING WRITING THAT DOWN Holy FUCK‼️‼️‼️💗👄💗 NOT TO MENTION THE DUKE EEEEEEEE AND PRINCESS IS SUCH A PERFECT NICKNAME FOR BABY GIRL I CANNOT YOUR MIND IS SO BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME AND US ONCE AGAIN😩😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️UR POOKIE FR HERE SUM V SMALL BEC MY BRAIN IMMEDIATELY STARTED HAPPY DANCING W THIS CONCEPT

Princess stared at the man, her hard (e/c) eyes unwaivering, unmoving in their glare. She sucked her teeth, hearing her father's voice in her head as she stuck her hand up waving the stranger over.

"Get on, we'll take you somewhere safe, get this all figured out yea?" Princess says, no hint of suggestion in her soft voice. The stranger staggered for a moment before offering her his famous grin, a smile that had gotten him far in his life, "Thank you- really you're too kind, what's your name?" He says smoothly mounting the horse, expecting some fanfare from the desert rose before him, but instead he got a stiff nod and, "(Y/n)." was all he got.

She clicked her tongue and the horse took off, she hadn't waited to see if he was situated, a small smile on her face as she heard him gasp at their sudden departure.

[little-svt]

GENDERNEUTRAL | FLUFF | VALENTINE’S DAY

Wc: 1.6k+

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

To You

Xu Minghao rarely thought about Valentine’s Day until the day of when gifts, sweets and chocolates from staff, a few friends and occasionally his mother would pour in to be abandoned due to his diet or his general indifference to sweets. Sometimes if the gift was pretty or useful, he’d find a place to display it, otherwise, they’d be forgotten in a closet somewhere or regifted to someone he felt could make better use of it than he would.

He’d never really worried about giving gifts or doing anything special for Valentine's Day that didn’t involve work. Even outside of work, he was surrounded by dudes who were receiving the same sweets and gifts treatment that he was.

With no lover, Valentine’s Day was just another day. But with you, Valentine's Day may as well have been every day. You were the only person he cared to show his undying love and affection for. The only person who he’d go out of his way to gift you your favorite treats and things he knew you needed. He’d find no more satisfaction in anything other than spending his time attached to you and caring for his clumsy, little baby.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t even had time to think about Valentine’s Day this year, his work taking him on a plane, overseas, and on a completely different schedule than you. He’d wanted things to be different now that he had you, but he was ashamed to say, just like last year and the years before, he hadn’t even noticed the day rapidly approaching until the night before. During his performance, heavily panting through the end of a song, it hit him like a truck when he saw a sign with pink and red glitter lettering.

‘The8 Be My Valentine?’

He’d noticed his stage name as his eyes scanned the crowd in front of him as he walked off to the side, finishing his part. It wasn’t the vast amounts of local tourist food he’d been eating making him sick, but the fact that he had no plans, no gifts, no idea what he was going to do.

The moment Seventeen we’re off stage for the night, getting ready to leave, he debated asking any of the members for help, but he had to pick carefully. Half of them were practically dunces when it came to romance and the rest would potentially laugh in his face. Though they meant well, no malice intended, it was unproductive.

Soonyoung? No. Mingyu? Probably not. Vernon? Definitely not.

“Jihoon Hyung?”, Minghao whispered, pained embarrassment on his face as he offered a bottle of water to the older member, his desperate plea.

Prying himself from Soonyoung, directing him to Dokyeom and the others, Jihoon followed Minghao to a corner, out of eavesdropping distance.

“Yea? Are you okay?”, he cracked open the water, giving the younger some space to speak.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?”, Minghao sighed and out his back against the wall.

“Yes.”, Jihoon thought for a moment before rubbing at his temples,”You didn’t.”

“What can I do? Do you have some old love song? What should I buy? How should I buy it? Hyung we aren’t even in the same country. What am I thinking?”, Minghao groaned, rubbing his face with his eyes toward the ceiling.

“I’ve never seen you this worked up.”, Jihoon almost laughed at his dongsaeng's suffering and desperation, it was kind of his own fault, but he thought better of it, “let me make some calls. You at least know what they like, at least that much, right?”

“Yes! I’m not that bad of a boyfriend!”

“Gasp-“, Jun covered his mouth dramatically, halting in his spot as he approached the two, “What did you do?! Did you… this will break Y/n’s heart!”

“What?! It’s not that bad! Hyung, tell him it’s not that bad.”, Minghao was spiraling.

“What’s not that bad?“, Jun giggled, having no idea what the two had been chatting about in the first place.

“Ge…I hate you.”, catching on Minghao grabbed his bag and his phone and shooed the playful kitty away so he could confirm his plans with Jihoon.

“Hi, Bāobèi.”, Minghao spoke softly, once you adjusted your position in bed and your phone camera to your liking. Both of you were barefaced, fresh out of the shower. He’d stayed up late, first with Jihoon making plans, and late enough to where you’d be getting ready for bed and he could FaceTime you with no interruptions.

“Hi.”, you sighed blithely, just happy to see his face and hear his voice when there were no other people watching, just for you, to you.

“How was your day?”, he asked, contented as he listened to you speak about trivial things.

He liked to listen to you talk. When he had to he could talk to no end but it was nice being the observer, the listener. Especially when the one he was watching was so cute. He could sit there forever only nodding and interjecting when it felt right. But eventually, you began to yawn, your tone growing tired and your eyes feeling heavy.

“Tired already?”, he questioned, sitting up and checking the time. Just a little longer and you could go off to sleep peacefully, but not yet, “Why don’t you talk with me a little more? I missed you. Did you catch a live stream when we performed?”

“Of course I did. I’d never miss a show, even if I have to lock myself in my office bathroom.”, you giggled, “your stylists have quite the talent for making me flustered.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, the entire time I was thinking about how I’d rather be home with my Bāobèi in my arms and your (plushie name) in yours while we watch some movie we’ve seen a thousand times and count down the clock to midnight so I can be the first to tell you how much I love you and ask you to be my Valentine.”

“Don’t lie.”, you could feel yourself almost buckling. This man had a way with words when he wanted to, one would fall for it every time, “You love performing.”

“You’re right.”, he chuckled softly, “But that does sound much better than being here in this hotel room alone, though FaceTiming does have its charms.”

Finally, what he was waiting for. Your head snapped left first in surprise then confusion as you heard your doorbell buzz from across your apartment.

“Hold on… someone’s at the door. I’m gonna check the doorcam.”, you step off your bed, holding the phone to your chest as you crossed the house.

“Be careful~”, he sang, knowing there was nothing to worry about even at this late hour.

Being as quiet as possible, you tiptoed to the screen on the wall next to the door, a man leaving down the hall. Confused, you cracked the door to see delivery bags and packages on the floor behind it.

“MINGHAO! Was this you? There’s so much. Gah.. you really-”, complaining, you abandoned your phone on the counter inside so you could free up both hands and bring everything inside.

Once everything was safe on your kitchen counter, your front door secured once again, you couldn’t help but notice the peeps of pinks and reds through the bags, only remembering your phone when Minghao softly giggled to himself.

“It’s not funny. What are you thinking?”, you caught your breath, your cheeks red either from being flustered or the strenuous activity of carrying all the bags inside.

“Open everything. I wanna see.”, he grinned, shuffling sounds being carried by your speaker as he sat up in bed.

Setting your phone on your counter so he could see, you moved to the obvious bag first, shooting him odd looks that were quickly swept away by your blush once you’d fully revealed the bright bouquet of roses, the suspects of red and pink from before. Smiling as he watched, Minghao directed you to open the rest, insisting he watched. Amongst the items he’d ordered for you were a card, a frog plush, your favorite takeout, and a tray of assorted Valentine themed candies and gummies.

“Oh! Open that one!”

Quirking your eyebrow at the plain white box in front of you, you opened it and pulled out the cube inside, a heart directly on the front.

“Plug it in and turn it on”, he giggled, his phone coming closer to his face as he tapped on his screen.

Immediately after following his directions, the heart began to spin, startled you yelp and stepped away. Feeling a bit childish, especially after hearing him laugh, you grumbled and took the lid off, revealing a message.

‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Bāobèi. - Bàba’

“Hao..”, you pouted, picking up your phone.

“What’s that?”, he questioned.

“Bàba..”, you corrected yourself, your heart melting as you played with the edge of the box.

Minghao was more of a words guys, sometimes a cuddles guy, but never had he gone so over the top for you.

“This is too much.”, you forced a pout, your smile hiding behind it, though unsuccessfully.

“It is a bit much isn’t it? If only I could have delivered it myself.”, he sighed, suddenly the feeling of your absence aching in his chest, “Now, don’t think too much of me. I forgot it was Valentine’s Day.”

“Hao!”, you scolded, suppressing your laughter because, “Of course you did.”

“I know, I know. Are you going to keep calling me that name or can I talk with my Bāobèi before i pass out for the night”

Remembering it was late for him, you swallowed your pride and let yourself drown in this display of his affection.

“Thank you, Bàba”, you whispered, hugging your new froggy friend to your chest, a perfect Bàba replacement when he was away from home

“Anything for you, Bāobèi”

🧸Endnote: let’s ignore that red, white a black day are the main thing in SK and how it’s not like this at all 🤪 I had a lot of ideas for Valentine’s Day but this one ended up being the one that came to life. We all need some Hao hours. ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[doctorgerth]

Hi Coop!! I'm so excited for this event, thanks so much for holding it!! I look forward to seeing everyone you write for ❤ Could I please get Sanji, Zoro, or Drake with prompt #20, and the theme "Night In"? Modern AU if possible, so maybe spending a night in watching romantic movies and cuddling? Light NSFW if you can work it, if not, no worries!! Thank you so much ☺

❥ “As You Wish” - Valentine’s Day Event Scenario [ 4 / 14 ]

❥ prompt: “You look so comfy and cuddly. Mind if I join?”

❥ theme: A Night In

❥ pairing: Sanji x F!reader

❥ warnings: light nsfw, super cheesy

❥ word count: 1k

❥ a/n: I'm not really sure where I was going with the plot of this but hey, I offer you both romantic and sexy Sanji 💋

You sighed contentedly as you buried yourself further in the blankets, a wide, satisfied smile on your face. The Princess Bride displayed on your TV, ready to play, but you were waiting on Sanji to finish showering. In the meantime, you munched on heart-shaped cookies, made by him and ‘baked with love’, as he always said. As you sat in silence, the familiar taste of the cookies brought a fuzzy feeling in your tummy, reminding you of your Valentine’s Day traditions.

As most couples went out, promenading through town and dining at fancy restaurants, you two always stayed in on Valentine’s Day. First was breakfast in bed, then exchanging gifts, reading your annual love letters, a light lunch, naps and cuddles, prepping for dinner, dancing to your shuffled love song playlist, enjoying a delicious dinner that was far better than what any five star restaurant could offer, baking, movies (almost always The Princess Bride), and, saving the best for last, loving, passionate sex. You two didn’t need the expensive trips or romantic strolls. Everything you needed was within the four walls you shared; your home was where your love shone most.

You loved Sanji, more so with each passing day, but Valentine’s Day always felt a little different. In a cheesy way, it was more special. Yes, you had a plethora of anniversaries (Sanji found any relationship milestone a reasonable thing to celebrate) but Valentine’s Day was your day. A perfect holiday for two romantic love birds such as yourselves.

You laughed to yourself as you remembered last Valentine’s Day when you were feeling a little unwell and Sanji had dressed up as Westley, referring to you as Buttercup throughout the day and treating you like a true princess. Of course, Sanji has always treated you like royalty, the only difference to his usual treatment was that he only referred to you as princess or Buttercup, or both, just to get as many laughs out of you as possible. And he never outright said “I love you”, minus a few hiccups throughout his comedic acting, only ever “As you wish”. Those endearments continued to slip every now and then, even to this day, and your heart never fails to flip in your chest each time.

“You look so comfy and cuddly. Mind if I join?” Sanji smiled as he waltzed into the living room dressed in nothing but a faded pair of grey sweatpants that hung loosely at his V-line. Tiny droplets of water cascaded down his toned chest, traveling further south in tantalizing speeds, disappearing in his happy trail. You gulped loudly, stuttering ever so slightly in your response.

“S-sure. I’ve got Princess Bride ready.” You scooted over and he plopped down next to you, nonchalantly reaching over to grab a cookie from the tray on your side table. You tried your hardest to pay no mind towards his fresh scent, nor the way his long arm grazed gently against your chest. Holding your breath proved fruitless as you were instantly overwhelmed by his intoxicating scent. Sight, touch, smell; he was driving you mad in almost every sense. Your tongue weighed heavy in your mouth as you suddenly craved a taste of something other than the cookie you were nibbling on.

Sanji kissed your cheek, reciting Westley’s current line, “This is true love, think this happens every day?”

Captivated, you stared at him, “I’ll never love again.”

As Buttercup and Westley kissed under the burning sunset, and then again in romantic departure, an undeniable arousal coursed through you. You had a sudden urge to replicate that scene and more. Your desires only grew hotter as the movie continued on and soon enough you could no longer pay attention. In brave motions, your hand grabbed onto Sanji’s strong thigh, tenderly rubbing at it.

“Oh? Are we skipping to the good stuff already?” He smirked in a cheeky manner. His thigh tensed underneath your touch and you could feel a small twitch in his pants. Your own thighs instinctively squeezed together though you shuffled in your seat in an attempt to hide it.

“Don’t act like you don’t love The Princess Bride.”  

“It‘s not that. Making love to you is just always my favorite part of Valentine’s Day.” Sanji turned to face you, grabbing at your hands with a dreamy look in his eyes and a suggestive grin.

Back when you and Sanji had first become intimate, you could not have imagined such lewd things to escape his lips so easily. He would have tripped over his words, profusely apologized for being so lewd, or even more amusingly, bled all over himself. Yet now, after all these years together, and with plenty of intimate practice, Sanji’s found confidence in wooing you. It was both a blessing and a curse. Your clothes were definitely thankful to avoid blood stains, but a dampness in your panties served as a replacement when he voiced his sinful desires.

“Unless you don’t want to. I’m perfectly content with cuddles and a movie.” He kissed at your wrist, placing his cheek against your palm and holding your gaze to search for any doubt. Was he aware that his gentle considerations for you only made him dangerously sexier?

“I want to…” You whispered. How many years now, and he still made you so shy? It was embarrassing, but Sanji could only find it endearing as he laid you back against the couch, finding home as he settled himself against your waist, peppering the flesh of your calves with loving kisses as he held your legs.

“And what does my princess want?”

You whined, covering your face much to his amusement. You were so damn cute when you got flustered, it was hard for Sanji to compose himself when you were bashful. As you shied away from him, your body couldn’t help but betray you as your legs parted underneath him. He looked down, eyes wide with mischief and eagerness. His nimble fingers made haste with your pajama shorts, pulling them down as he kissed along the soft skin of your thighs, excitedly tugging at the bands of your panties.

“As you wish.”

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[xinstitute]

BASICS

Full Name: Poppy Anne Peterson

Alias(es): Vampira, Lucy Turner

Age: 19

Date of Birth: November 23, 2000 / 1861

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Powers/Abilities: Vampire Physiology, Blood empowerment, supernatural presence, regenerative healing factor, supernatural speed, supernatural strength, supernatural stamina

Start Date: August 15, 2015

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Heather and David Peterson

Siblings: None

Family:  Living grandparents on both mother and father’s side

Closest Friend(s): Jean Grey & Josh Foley / Jubilation Lee

Rivals: TBD

PHYSICAL TRAITS

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Blonde

Height/Weight: 5'7" / 120 lbs

Defining features: Fangs and a “vampire’s complexion” (porcelain, youthful skin)

PERSONALITY

Likes/Dislikes: lipstick, history, the colour pink / being wrong, cruel men, fashion faux pas

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: choleric

Prominent Traits: Assertive, loyal, strong-willed, vain

ORIGIN STORY

2017 

Born on 23 November in Santa Carla, California, Poppy is the only child of Heather and David Peterson. She is the pride and joy of both parents. She has a close bond to her mother, and shares Heather’s love of parties and shopping sprees, as well as her ambition and competitive nature. At age 14, Poppy attended Santa Carla high. She became a cheerleader and soon rose to the top of the social food chain, even as a freshman. She gained a reputation of being a cold-hearted bitch. At first basking in being the talk and envy of her classmates, she quickly found the whole thing to be dull and smothering, despising the rules and censorship that came with being popular. The power rush she got from being “queen bee” was no longer enough to satiate her.

She began developing her mutant power at age 16, where she endured a dramatic change in physiology: her complexion paled, her canine teeth enlarged; she displayed enhanced strength and stamina and, most disturbingly, developed a taste for blood. Initially frightened by her new talents, she grew to revel in the power they granted her. While still very much a Valley Girl type, she ignored social dogma and behaved exactly how she wished. She made dark and often raunchy jokes, impulsive decisions, and conversed with whoever she pleased. While she became more widely liked for this behavior, she made enemies out of her old clique, who decided to plot against her. In a ploy ripped directly from Stephen King’s Carrie, the teens rigged buckets of pig’s blood to drench Poppy during her Prom Princess win – with awful consequence. Having little understanding (or control) of her gifts, the great exposure to blood sent Poppy in a feral, vampiric rage. Although she was fortunate not to have killed anyone, many students were sent to hospital with fang bites and varying degrees of blood loss. The event caused a stir in the small beach town, and Poppy was branded ‘THE VAMPIRESS OF SANTA CARLA.’

She was pulled from school by her bewildered parents, who moved the family to Carmel-by-the-sea. Heather quit her job as a News Anchor in an attempt to “lay low” once video and photographs of the prom incident began to circulate. This year was one of the hardest of Poppy’s life; she felt incredible guilt over uprooting her parent’s lives, and missed the routine of her old life. She also privately feared this monstrous side of her, of which she had previously known nothing about. Poppy spent a year exploring Cali’s “alternative” scenes, in search of people with her ‘affliction’, to grave consequence. She soon became involved with a group of miscreants that played at being vampires. However, the leader of the group, a young man named Alex, was the only one to exhibit genuine supernatural abilities. A mutant like Poppy, they both showed increased power when in contact with blood. They soon embarked on a torrid relationship, ending when he sexually assaulted her, an event which deeply troubles her. Eventually she was sought out by Charles Xavier and invited to finish out her education (and learn to control her powers) at his school.

1878 

Poppy was born in 1861 to a wealthy family. She enjoyed a cushy life of luxuries, attending tea parties and balls. A vision of poise and beauty, she captured the attention of many male suitors. However, she was favored to marry Edward Baldwin, the son of a rich oil tycoon and close family friend of the Peterson’s. Poppy, however, was in love with the Baldwin’s daughter, Sally. Knowing she and Sally could never have a future together, Poppy did not oppose the arranged union, knowing there would be considerable financial and societal gain. At age 14, she is raped by Edward. Shaken and horrified, she tearfully confides this secret to her mother, who, while clearly sympathizing with her daughter’s plight, informs her that this was simply a woman’s “duty.” Her relationship with Edward proceeded in this manner up until a week before her 15th birthday, in which she went through a dramatic change in physiology.

At first, she found her new abilities and slight change in appearance to be disturbing, certain it had been the work of the devil. Yet she soon grew to enjoy her powers. Though her appearance was both tantalizing and vaguely unsettling to her company, nobody made a fuss. It was her attitude, however, that caused distress. Once demure and polite, Poppy, now emboldened by her gifts, began to speak her mind. Her sudden brashness was deemed a fit of hysteria and she was confined to the house. Edward came to visit the “un-well” girl and again attempted to coerce her into sex. Enraged and tired of this treatment, she murdered him and, to her surprise, drank his blood. It was the first time she had acknowledged her blood lust, or the power it granted her. Knowing she could no longer stay, she fled in the dead of the night. When a horrified maid discovered Edward’s drained corpse, it was deemed by both families and the local priest to be an act committed by a supernatural beast, and that the being must have kidnapped Poppy. Devastated, the Peterson’s hire a P.I. to search for their missing daughter.

Meanwhile, Poppy fled to New York. Attempting to go “underground”, she gets work as a barmaid and goes by the alias Lucy Turner. At first, she has a difficult time adjusting to this new life, one devoid of the pleasure and luxuries she’s used to, but is quick to harden herself. One night on her walk home from the bar, she hears screams coming from a nearby alley. Going to investigate, Poppy discovers a young girl being sexually assaulted by a drunkard wielding a knife. Once again enraged, Poppy pulls the man off the girl and takes his life. Fed up with how women are treated by society, Poppy vows to take action against the men who treat women so poorly. She also takes the young girl, Jubilation Lee, under her protective wing.

A few weeks later, Poppy notices she is being tailed. Cornering the man, she forcefully asks what business he has with her. He reveals that he is searching for the Peterson’s daughter and for the entity that abducted her. He soon concludes that she is, in fact, the missing daughter – though she insists her name is Lucy – and in a panic, she kills him. It is the only kill she regrets, as she knows he was an innocent man. She flees from the scene, taking with her a journal she found peeking out of the dead man’s jacket. Poring over said journal, she discovers that the P.I. had been investigating all manner of supernatural creatures in his exhaustive search to find her. The most intriguing information she finds in the journal is that of a mysterious organization called the X-Men. The P.I. did not have much material on this group, only that they seemed to be an ensemble of supernatural beings, helmed by someone the P.I. had only given initials for: C.X. While this intrigued her, it was only vaguely. Poppy’s main interests lie in aiding the girls of White Plains, and eventually regaining her social status, though the latter would be on her own terms.

Now 17, Poppy, along with Jubilee, have racked up an extensive kill list. She faces no moral dilemmas in killing these men, finding the deed surprisingly easy and even invigorating. Salacious rumors spread about these acts, most of which claim vampires are stalking Westchester county. As Lucy Turner, she has garnered a reputation of being bright and charming, though a formidable beauty and undeniably elusive. She makes sport of wooing men of high financial and social standing, slowly milking them of their money and resources, of which she and Jubilee use to treat themselves to all manner of luxuries.