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Random ass human sozo (cult of the lamb) doodle(s) cause my body won’t let me sleep (tf)

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Zeke SFW Alphabet

Flying monke

Hey bestie, I see you like Mr Monke😏

No shame! No shame!😤 I am writing the chapters everyone has requested but I got asked to do a Zeke alphabet first so here it is

—A (Affection. How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

•Not very physically affectionate in public, he tends to give you stares that gives you the same warm feeling you get from being hugged tightly.

•When you crash into him for a hug, he's so shocked and confused, his heart is dancing at the feeling of your warm little body right against his, affectionately rubbing his back. Before he knows it, he's silently crying, holding your face to his chest so that you don't see.

•Zeke never knew hugs felt so nice and now whenever he's feeling down or whenever you both have nothing to do, he randomly opens his arms up and waits for you to run into them. If you take too long all he does is twitch his hands slightly, which is funny and cute.

•I can see him being way more affectionate in the nighttime, where you're sleeping on him and you mumble under your breath, he kisses your head and strokes your cheek, lovingly gazing at you.

—B (Bestfriend, how would he be like as a best friend, how would the friendship start?)

•Zeke would be the bestest friend ever, sure he isn't the most affectionate or upfront friend but he is incredibly reliable!

•Always defending you behind your back. He insults you but then compliments and uplifts you behind your back to other people. Basically your lawyer.

•I will never stop saying this, Zeke Jaegar is intelligent as fuck and hates small talk so his conversations are so delicious, so full of flavour. His intelligence turns you on so hard, he is so fun to talk to because A, he makes fair points and teaches you things, B, he has a good sense of humour, C, he genuinely listens. He wants your opinion and understands your point of view on the subject.

—C (Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

•Before getting into a relationship, he always thought hugs would be stiff and horrible, especially in bed but he discovered that he was wrong.

•When you were spooning him, he couldn't nearly think straight from the appreciation he felt. Your arm was so secure around his waist and your body was warm against him, it was a feeling that made him wish he was immortal and experience this FOREVER!

•He likes it when you bring yourself to him, automatically. He finds it cute and always compliments you when you do. It isn't a full-of-shit-flattery compliment, he means it.

•"Why- on this gruesome green earth, are you so cute?" He kisses your head as you nestle yourself on his chest. "Mind telling me? Hm?" He pecks your head again and tightens his arm around you.

•One thing he will die to protect is you, he wants to hide you away from all the horrors of the world and treasures you so much and one way to do it is to tightly hold you right against him, melting at the sound of your giggle.

—D (Domestic. Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

•Zeke wants to live in a cottage with you, secluded from other humans. All the serenity of it relaxes him, it's one thing he'd never stop thinking about.

•Sure he wants to settle down but he'd never want to have kids. He sees himself as a failure to all and can see his little ones hating his guts, having to hear them exclaim how much they hate their papa (even if it's just his imagination) terrifies him.

•He felt like everyone hated him, but you and his grandparents and Mr Ksaver. Children would be too much stress

•As for cooking and cleaning, I don't think he's good with cooking or cleaning. He doesn't really make a mess so it's okay that he isn't good at cleaning

•However he isn't bothered with cooking actual food, he'd always just have fruit or instant noodles when he's hungry. So you'd have to be a good cook because my mans has no motivation for that stuff

—F (Fiance(e) How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

•Like I said before, Zeke isn't good on relationships so if you both last more than a year and he realises you've helped him as a person and he has helped you, he secures it.

•But proposing would be difficult, he's shy, scared, worried you may laugh and blow him off.

•Eventually he gives in and asks, a heavyweight washing off his shoulders when you said yes, even getting butterflies when he realised you were crying.

—G (Gentle. How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•His inner child is bruised, you can see a little boy in him anytime he smiles properly, it makes your heart shatter to know that he never experienced his childhood properly and is currently a little boy in an old man's body

•He is gentle, he tries so hard to be soft with you and touches you like you're made of glass. H o w e v e r, my man does not hold back when it comes to baseball.

•Zeke is so happy when he's playing baseball with you that he doesn't realise he may have thrown too hard and only realises it when you grunt at the impact it made with your collarbone, dropping everything and running to check on you.

—H (Hugs. Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

•He hesitates at first when your smaller body collides with his, he had let out a small yelp but couldn't help smiling when your arms get tighter in desperation.

•Slowly and gently, he'd embrace you back and smell your hair.

•Zeke's hugs are warm, secure and surprisingly cuddly. He's too shy to hug you first, you'd have to hug him first and he'd not hesitate anymore. Sometimes, when he's missed you so much, he'd hug so tight that your legs float off the floor, completely powerless in his embrace.

—I (I love you. How fast do they say the L-word)

•Zeke thinks a lot so admitting that he loves you would be an epiphany, even years into the relationship. He genuinely can't believe someone loves him and stayed with him.

•He'd say it with a kiss to your forehead, small freckles of tears glistening in his eyes when he stares longingly at you.

—J (Jealousy. How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

•Very jealous but he keeps it to himself. Especially when it comes to the opposite sex. He realises anytime a man talks to you and you smile around them, he can feel himself shrink. He's all dramatic in his head, wondering if he'd ever been enough for you or if you finally realised you deserved a better guy than him.

•All of those thoughts would disappear when you take his hand or talk to him with the tone you always use with him, a cheerful and appreciative one.

—K (What are his kisses like? Where does he like to kiss you? Where does he like to be kissed?)

•Zeke's kisses are hesitant and full of pauses. Sometimes you do most of the work, bringing him closer and all that while he's questioning if he deserves you.

•When Zeke tries to be affectionate, he likes to kiss your forehead, crown of your head, cheek, lips in private. It's reassuring and he loves his little lady more than anything. This small kiss passes on so much serotonin through your skull.

•Zeke doesn't have a specific preference but when you pepper his face with kisses it makes him so happy and fireworks go off in his tummy. With your hands gently cupping his face and your lips pressing every area on his face he softly holds onto you with a flustered smile.

—L (Little ones. How are they around children)

•Lol, he's like their older bro but a lil more distant

Let's move on...

—M (Morning. How are mornings spent with them?)

•Zeke's life is full of duties and priorities but he wishes with his full heart that he could spend the rest of his life lazily holding you with you peacefully laying by his side

•To his dismay, he must leave you to sleep. He has to get up earlier and doesn't bother waking up his sleeping angel, getting ready for work and leaving- not without kissing your cheek. Even if you're fast asleep, Zeke tucks you in and pecks your cheek, admiring you for a few seconds before heading on with his day.

•I'd say on good days, you make an effort to wake up with him and make breakfast so that he doesn't go to work and smoke ciggerates on an empty stomach. Fucking idiot, sorry but don't do that 🙄 even to my readers, don't smoke bestie💜

—N (Night. How are nights spent with them?)

•He does sleep at a reasonable time, sometimes at ten PM, sometimes at eight PM..

•Before bed he'd watch a documentary with you while having dinner and probably tire himself out by sucking in all that knowledge (the TV voice makes him sleepy, so you can see his eyelids drooping when he lies about how he isn't tired... it's cute)

•When it's time for bed he does the usual routine and gets into bed after smoking... which is pretty painful for you to watch but you won't scold him, you'll bring him closer to you and kiss his nose, massaging his scalp and becoming limp when his hand is soft at your waist, caressing patterns with his slender fingers until you fall asleep.

—O (Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

•Zeke thinks he is the scum of the Earth and wouldn't be surprised if you thought so too. It'd be difficult for him to mention any of his trauma so it all comes out through his humour.

•Daddy issues jokes, mommy issues jokes, self-deprecating jokes and you go through so many until you realise the man is traumatised. I can say with full confidence that he once tried making a joke for the millionth time and ended up crying instead of laughing. Of course, you were reassuring and comforted him in every way he needed.

—P (Patience. How easily angered are they?)

•Very patient when it comes to his S/O, he doesn't force anything out of you and slowly, gently speaks.

•Zeke doesn't become angry easily, honestly, he's so smart and open-minded that it becomes a problem because he understands so many things, unable to use his emotions to his advantage.

•Again, emotions pass and are useless to him, they just come and go so he doesn't like feeling too vividly. Especially anger, he thinks there's no use in it.

—Q (Quizzes. How much would they remember about you?  Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

•Like I keep saying, Zeke is a smart, attentive person even when he doesn't mean to be. He pays attention to small details by accident and remembers subconsciously. He memorises a lot of your habits, bad and good and makes notes of when and where they mostly happen, adapting to your lifestyle without realising.

•Someone is asking what to get for your birthday and tries to get a type of chocolate flavour he remembers you despise and he gives away your full interests and a list of what you like, dumping an essay of your public info to one of your best friends and they're just like °_°...?

•It's cute, he just doesn't know his brain sucks everything about you in

—R (Remember. What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

•When you took him out to dance and the music suddenly switched from formal dancing to just 'go crazy' and he watched you GO OFF. You were shaking your hip and hopping around energetically, glaring at him for laughing his ass off over the loud music.

•You forced him to dance with you, both of you whipping your hair back and forth, your movements less stiff but nonetheless, in sync. He's never had so much fun. No one he knew was there, it was all strangers but he felt like only you and he were there, dancing freely to the music, he'd just follow your lead confidently

—S (Security. How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

•Zeke is so protective, paranoid but never expressing it, knowing he'd sound insane:

-"Angel, I have to go out with you because what'll happen if you suddenly get run over?!"

-"No you can't use the phone while it's in charge, what if it explodes in your face?!"

-"Cookie dough, don't try handstanding, you could snap your neck!"

-"No, I won't let you go up these faulty escalators, they could suddenly break open and swallow you, here let me hold your hand up the normal stairs."

-"Don't lean against the balcony, you could fall over!"

•So instead he does it sneakily. Like small solutions, in order, he'd: offering to help you shop when you go out, making you put your phone down to massage him, scaring you into stopping your handstands, holding your waist securely when you're both on the balcony.

•To feel protected, Zeke needs constant reassurance from you. Physically and emotionally. A small kiss on his cheek and a little "Don't overthink, I'm here, let it all out, I'll listen to your thoughts."

—T (Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

•I think Zeke is more of a private person but his dates can be fun too. For anniversaries, you'd both have turns. For his half of the day, it would be spent playing baseball, going to the arcade, taking you out to dinner and then he'd warmly hold your hands in his, asking you what you want to do now.

•His gifts are so thoughtful but he tries to be cool when he gives it to you, lips straight and eyes avoiding you like a shy schoolboy. He can't keep his cool since you have to attack his face with kisses🙄 Jees Y/n stop it, he totally doesn't go insane when you do that to him, totally isn't in love

—U (Ugly. What are some bad habits of theirs?)

•I'd say the damn smoking. Zeke chose an unhealthy coping mechanism and needs guidance out of it, so you do just that.

•Taking his cigarettes and helping him get the nicotine out of his body through skipping rope, taking him to the sauna and even massaging his scalp when he has a headache.

•If course it'd be such a shock to him when he realises how nice he feels after his addiction is over, it's amazing what getting rid of one bad habit can do to your life.

—V (Vanity. How concerned are they with their looks?)

•Zeke trimmed his beard shorter and did his hair when he realised he had seemed to be ageing faster but... for the sake of my selfishness this is a modern au

•Surprisingly, he actually has good skin, a nice beard and a good haircut. Zeke is beautiful.

•Only once, has he ever shaved fully and my guy looked 10 years younger and was lowkey getting cocky but he rathered the beard and let it grow out... not too long though

—W (Whole. Would they feel incomplete without you?)

•Zeke is like the moon, it's a bit dark but it's still useful, however, it needs the sun to give it a boost? So what I'm trying to say is you're the sun to him, life wouldn't feel the same now that you've made your mark

—X (Xtra. A random headcanon for them.)

•I don't care what you say, he can do the entire dance for boy with luv by BTS. He doesn't know why he knows it so well, he's only seen the dance rehearsal once (yes he memorizes pretty fast)

•extra but, by the way, Monke man can figure out a Rubix cube faster than a War breaking out in AOT so... haha very fast👁👁

—Y (Yuck. What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

•He doesn't like a controlling partner, not everything has to go your way babe, life is always going to steer you in a different direction and it sometimes is in a better direction than the one you had first intended.

•So there's that

—Z (Zzz. What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

•This is funny to me for some reason? But once he lets go of your cuddle, he subconsciously sprawls his body out, and he does it for the entire night even when you're on top of him, his clothes are somehow half-off. The pillows are everywhere, the blanket is under his heavy thighs so you're freezing on him :")

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

Hi I would love to request one of those sfw alphabets for last boss? loved the one with niragi and your writing style is so good! <333

Yes of course! I never thought to add Last Boss onto my masterlist so I’ll do it now so if anyone wants something written for him just let me know! 😘

SFW Alphabet | Last Boss

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

{Main Masterlist}

Character: Takatora Samura

Genre: fluff

Samura gif credit

*based in the borderland, not in real life

A - Affection

(How affectionate are they? How would they show affection?)

I have a feeling he doesn’t enjoy affection all that much

He doesn’t hate it, but he wouldn’t ever really ask for it

His love language would be more words of affirmation

So by showing his love and care for you, he would say it through words and compliments

And you would be able to tell he means it seriously, because he’s honestly not much of a talker

Probably only does it when it’s the two of you though

He would become shy in front of anyone else

B - Best Friend

(How would they be as a best friend?)

He’d be the quiet yet feisty friend

If you are a more louder personality, you two would get along really well

He wouldn’t open up much to you, but he would honestly trust you with his life

He’d definitely not leave your side during games

Like he would be right on your tail the entire time

He’d be quite inseparable from you

Like no matter where you went, he would always be standing right nearby

If anyone was caught giving you a hard time, no matter who, he would make their life flash before their eyes 

C - Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He would actually not mind cuddles that much

He wouldn’t be shy to do it in front of other people

Like sometimes he would push your head down on his shoulder when you’re sitting together

Or he would put his head in your lap and talk about random topics when you were alone together

He’d just need some small affection sometimes after completing a cruel game

D - Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking at cleaning?)

He’s not really one to settle down quickly in terms of moving in together

That kind of domestic stuff doesn’t cross his mind a lot

And he also is quite bad at communication, so you would never really know how he would feel about simple things like moving into the same room together

I feel like he would just go along with whatever you would want

He’s not fussed about it

But when it comes to things like cleaning your shared room

You would end up doing most of that

Because he would be quite busy around The Beach, so he’d expect you to cut him some slack

E - Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would be a very quiet break up

If he was to break up with you, it would be very careless and unempathetic on his side

He’s not the best with emotions, but I think he wouldn’t do something unless he was completely sure about it

Afterwards, he would pretend like nothing between you ever happened

He’s cruel when it comes to it

If you broke up with him, I think he would try his best to act like he didn’t care

But deep down, he would be devastated

F - Fiancé(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’d probably think about being married to you a lot

And how it would be like

He’d always talk to you about it, not trying to bring up the fact that he wants to marry you

Would always mention what you would do together if you managed to return to the real world

So he wouldn’t be rushed, but he would think about it a lot

He’s very committed to you, even if he doesn’t outwardly express it

G - Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s actually so gentle

Wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you if you didn’t want him to

Physically, he would avoid making sudden contact with you out of fear of frightening you

So you would feel quite safe around him, because he knows your boundaries

Sometimes you would have to reassure him that he doesn’t have to ask to put his hand around your waist

Emotionally, he would try his absolute best

He’s not the best with emotions, but if he was to see you cry in front of him, it would make him so upset

But I think he would be very good at making you feel valid and loved

He has a way with words, so hearing him spill compliments and affection out to you would always be the best way to cheer you up

H - Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s not big on hugs

He would probably only ask for them if he was feeling down

Or when he sees you return from a game safe and sound

But in general, he wouldn’t initiate them much

It’s not that he’s shy, he’s just not a physically affectionate person

He does have a weird love for back hugs though

Whether you hug him from behind or he hugs you, he enjoys them much more than he wishes he did

I - I Love You

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take him a very long time

He wouldn’t feel like he’d have to say it

He would assume that you already know that he loves you

The first time he would ever say it out loud would’ve been in a rather stressful situation

Like if he volunteered to do a dangerous part of a game, he would quickly turn around to you and just blurt it out

He thought he was going to die, so he wanted to say it just in case you didn’t already know

J - Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s actually such a jealous person

Always gets jealous over the smallest of things

Even something as simple as someone placing a hand on your shoulder, or giving you a hug

But he’s the silent jealous

So he doesn’t say anything, he would just pull you to his side to kind of indicate he wasn’t happy

Or he would lean his head against yours, just to show the person that you were his

K - Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

A good mix of loving and rough kisses

Kind of like his cold and mysterious personality

But he would get so nervous when it came to kissing you

But would kind of just go for it?

Like the first time he kissed you was very sudden

He grabbed your jaw and just smashed his lips onto yours, taking you by surprise

His favourite place to kiss you would be simply be the crown of your head

His favourite place that you kiss him would be his cheek

Nice and sweet, and never fails to make him smile

L - Little Ones

(How are they around children?)

No, doesn’t like children

They’re loud and high maintenance

He enjoys his quiet time

And I also think he’s probably a bit awkward around kids

Like he doesn’t know how to look after them or talk to them

So he would always put off the idea of having kids

Maybe one day, but not soon

M - Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

You always wake up hugged tight to his chest

Probably overheating, because he just doesn’t let you go

You’d have to poke him until he wakes up

So you would both get out of bed at the same time

I can see him and his S/O going out on little mornings strolls around the hotel, just before everyone else wakes up

N - Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

Late nights

You both would sit outside on the balcony, wrapped in each others warmth while enveloped with a thick blanket

Watching the stars in the sky and pointing at different constellations

Samura would always get so infatuated when you spoke about all the different patterns in the sky

I can imagine the scene exactly hold on

Samura sitting on a deck chair with a pillow underneath him and you sitting on his lap laying your back against his chest. You have a grey fluffy duvet from your bed pulled over both of you and Samura has his chin tucked on your shoulder, watching your face with heart eyes as you point up at the sky and talk about the stars and moon

O - Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

I can actually see him opening up eventually

It takes him a while, but when he realises that he can trust you with basically anything, he opens up

Tells you about his past, as how he ended up in the Borderland

But in terms of general things, he would bring it up randomly in conversation

But for more deeper subjects, he would prefer to sit you down and speak with you

Probably gets a little teary when speaking about his negative emotions, but is so happy to have you there to comfort him

P - Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

He’s impossible to make angry

Literally, whatever you do, he would never raise his voice or even show a hint of agitation

He’s the most chill person you would ever come across

Never gets involved in any arguments, prefers to sit back and watch it unfold rather than become involved

The most he would ever show that conveyed emotion would probably be an eye roll

But even that was towards Niragi, so it was understandable

Q - Quizzes

(How much do they remember about you?)

He probably knows everything

Surprisingly, he remembers everything you tell him

Sometimes he would bring it up again in conversation days later and you would always be shocked that he remembered

He may be quiet, but usually quiet people listen the most anyway

R - Remember

(What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite moment he ever spent with you would probably when you both snuck away from a game and spent a night in Tokyo

You both didn’t have to play the game because your visa wasn’t ending for days, so you went against Hatter’s rules and decided to have some fun

Samura watched you as you ran through the empty streets, yelling out random phrases and laughing at the echo

He could’ve literally watched you for hours, you were that entertaining

He loved this moment because it was the first time he had seen you truly happy since he met you

As well as you were able to make him smile for the first time in years

S - Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would only become protective when it came to your safety at games

Only during times when he was scared you would get hurt would be show his protective side

Would always throw himself in front of you though, no matter what the threat was

But nothing was going to get passed him and his katana sword

So you felt safe

But he would absolutely love it if you backed him up and defended him if anyone was ever giving him shit at The Beach

Like if Hatter/Aguni were ever giving him too much stress or pressure, you would always confront them about it

T - Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Definitely puts a lot of effort

Tries his absolute best on special days

On anniversaries, he would try to find something in Tokyo to give to you

But if he couldn’t, he would maybe draw or make you something

He wants to make the best impression on you, as well as show that he cared enough that he wanted you to stay with him

U - Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can sometimes be very emotionally unavailable

You can probably already tell that he’s not the most emotional person

Or the most empathetic

But at some points it would get frustrating because you just want him to understand how your feeling

But he just wouldn’t get that

He’d try his best to understand, but would always fall a bit short

V - Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

I feel like he is quite concerned about his looks

I mean considering he shaved his head and tattooed his entire body to look more threatening

He wouldn’t be overly insecure, but he would always keep shaving his hair so it doesn’t grow out again

Regarding clothes, he doesn’t care

He’d wear anything, as long as he can freely move in it

W - Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think he would get very dependant on his S/O

At first he would refuse to become attached, but over time he would realise how badly he wanted love

So losing you would be a tipping point for him

He would lose all faith in happiness, believing that he was to never escape the Borderland and that he would never be happy again in his life

Probably becomes just like Niragi, mindless killing machine with no sense of morality

X - Xtra

(A random headcanon for them.)

I actually think he’d be very good at drawing

Like realism drawing

So he has a sketchbook in his room that is filled with so many drawings of people all around The Beach

It would be so messy, pages sticking out everywhere and random added bits of paper just shoved in the book

But would love drawing you out of all people

Probably has a whole little folder of drawings of you

Sadly though, I think he would paint a big red X over the drawings of people that have died

Y - Yuck

(What would be some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like people who care too much

He doesn’t have a huge care for a lot of things

So he would view very opiniated and overly caring (not in a nice to other people way, but in that they worry about minor things) people quite annoying

In general, he hates swimming

You would never be able to get him in that pool at The Beach no matter how hard you tried

Z - Zzz

(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He becomes very paranoid when he’s asleep, being worried if something was to happen to you

That’s why he keeps you hugged really close to him, almost suffocating you in his chest and the blankets

You would literally be so close to him you would disappear

Wakes up at the slightest of noise

Some nights when he was really anxious, he wouldn’t sleep at all

He would just keep you close and stroke your hair to keep you feeling safe and asleep

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CONSEQUENCES | CHAPTER TWELVE | LEGACIES/THE ORIGINALS

BOOK THREE IN THE SIDE CHARACTER/LILAH SERIES

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4TH OF J U L Y S A L V A T O R E S C H O O L

Landon was outside, trying to set up an outdoor movie session with Rafael. With his best friend in wolf form and no idea how to bring him back to normal, he just wanted to be able to make him as comfortable as possible. And that meant trying to make him a wolf den.

"So, I should probably tell you I moved rooms last month. Ours was getting painted, and I figured I'd move back in once you were, you know, you again," Landon said. "But if for any reason you become you while I'm out, like looking for ways to help you become you, I just didn't want you to go back and see that I wasn't in our room anymore and think that I bailed on you because I would never do that obviously. I also brought the photos of that mystery girl I told you about into the new room with me so the painters don't... yanno, mess them up."

Rafael approached, growling. Landon wondered what Rafael would say about the girl in the photos. He noticed that in the ones they had with her, he had a certain look on his face that Landon hadn't seen in a while. Not since Cassie. He wondered if there was perhaps something that had gone on between them, and if there was, he was sad that his best friend may never remember.

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"No matter what path I go down, it seems like a dead end. I mean, there were at least two other people with Landon the night Malivore was destroyed," Alaric said as he walked around town square with his daughter, standing behind people holding things to decorate for the holiday. "They left fibers, footprints, hair. I just don't know who they were."

"Maybe one of them is Lilah," Josie suggested. "She had to go somewhere, and if none of us remember her, the only logical explanation is into Malivore. And that's just the point of Malivore, if someone went into the pit, they'd be erased from our memories."

"Yeah, well, that's what's haunting me," Alaric replied. "Who've we forgotten? There was two others there. It can't just be this Lilah girl."

"It couldn't have been anybody we've known. There'd be keepsakes, photos, an empty bed somewhere. We only have Lilah's, so if someone else went into that pit with her, it's not someone we knew," Josie shrugged.

"Well, whoever they were, they were important to somebody."

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N E W

O R L E A N S

"Why is she running around and decorating the Abbatoir?" Rebekah muttered, watching as Lorelle went around the Mikaelson compound with Fourth of July decorations. "She doesn't even know that America is like, she's been dead for over a thousand years."

"Maybe she's feeling a bit patriotic," shrugged Marcel, grabbing her hands and bringing them closer to him as they sat on the couch. "Rebekah, I know you've been missing your brothers lately, and I understand you're upset with Lilah for not telling us about her identity sooner, but she's your family, babe. You guys already spent a thousand years without your niece, and now you want to spend more?"

"What does my frustration with my brother's daughter have to do with her mother running amongst decorating?"

"I think it's cute," Kol stated, making his presence in the room known as he walked over to the couch, placing his hands on the back of it. "It's Lorie's first holiday with her daughter. Maybe let her enjoy it."

"Perhaps we figure out how the mummy came back from the dead, and then we can deal with her being a mommy to Lilah."

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"I just can't get over the fact that he's your dad," Josh said, leaning against their kitchen counter munching away on a bag of chips while Lilah cleaned the table. "This is a bigger surprise than the look on your face when you found out I was gay."

"Let it go, Josh!" Lilah yelled with laughter, sending a playful glare his way.

He shrugged, "I'm just saying. You went from Lilah Desmarais, mysterious, small, and badass to Lilah Mikaelson, deadly, unkillable, and in love within the matter of weeks."

"I am not in love!" Lilah denied, placing her hands on her hips.

Josh rolled his eyes.

"Normally, you and I spend practically every waking moment together, either here or at Rousseau's. Since you've met Roman, we've hired him to work with us, and when you're not with me, you're spending time with Mommy dearest or Mr. Mystery Blond," Josh said, pulling out facts to hit his best friend with. "Lilah, we hired him because you two wanted to spend more time together. You can't tell me that's not you being in love."

"It's been a month and a half! I only want to be around him so much because his presence helps me unlock the weird deja vu feeling I get, like there's things I need to remember,"

"Time doesn't tell what love is and isn't, and the fact that he's the key to you're weird funk might just prove my point even further," shrugged Josh.

Lilah threw the rag she was using to clean up the table at him, accidentally knocking his bag of chips out of his hand. He stood there with his jaw wide open, looking at her like she had killed someone. She shrugged, walking out of the room.

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Lilah got to the Mikaelson compound, seeing red white and blue streamers and decorations everywhere.

"Lilah, be a dear and help me with this."

She was surprised when she saw Rebekah putting up decorations, but what really threw her was that Rebekah was speaking to her. Since her revelation about who her dad was, the relationship she had with the blonde was strained. She had been one of her best friends prior, and perhaps that's why it hurt so much. Rebekah hated when secrets were kept from her, especially since when she was rolling with just Klaus and Elijah, she would be kept out of the loop a lot.

Lilah walked over, helping her aunt put up some balloons.

"What is all of this?" Lilah asked.

"Your mother wanted to put on a little party," Rebekah explained, looking at her niece for the first time in forever. "And I'm not the type to turn one down. Especially not when it's in the honor of my family."

Lilah turned her head to the side, confused. It did touch her heart that Rebekah was finally acknowledging her, though.

"She wants everything to be extravagant. She gets to experience her firsts with her daughter, who's grown into a fine young lady," Rebekah said, before sassily adding, "Who obtained her auntie's horrible taste in men."

"I heard that," Marcel said from the balcony, where he was hanging up some more balloons.

"Good!" Rebekah called back. She turned back to her niece, "Thinking of poor taste in men, go invite that hot vampire of yours."

"You mean the one you practically threw in a dungeon?"

"We don't have a dungeon," Rebekah replied. "Though... not turning down the suggestion to make one."

"That was not a suggestion!"

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       New Orleans during any kind of holiday seemed like a dream. The excitement, the music, the people, and the liquor. Lilah stood on the roof, faint music playing in the background. She had a drink in her head, onlooking the city her father helped build with the help of her uncle, aunt, and Marcel—who no matter what title Lilah gave him, it sounded weird considering he was married to her aunt.

The sun was well set, which only meant that the fireworks would be starting soon. Lilah reflected on her life, how she should've felt like she was on top of the world. But the brunette could've shake the feeling that this was all fake, that she was living a lie. She was unsure why or how, but she had the strangest feeling that this wasn't the life she was meant to live.

Someone stepped onto the balcony, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Roman. He smiled at her, walking over and wrapping an arm around her waist. The two of them hadn't talked about what they were, whether they wanted to be exclusive or anything like that. Lilah kept brushing it off to Josh that they were just having fun. She knew that when fall came around, he'd go back to work, leaving New Orleans and herself behind.

But it was nice. It was nice to feel good to be wrapped in someone else's arms. She couldn't remember the last time she let herself feel something so all consuming. She denied it though, denied that her knees buckled every time the curly haired boy looked in her direction.

She denied that her dead heart fluttered when he kissed her.

She denied that it almost made her want to cry when she thought about how his departure was inevitable.

She denied that it felt wrong almost, to love someone who played even the most minor of roles in the death of Hayley Marshall.

She denied that he made her feel almost the same way Stefan once did.

She was a lot like Elijah in that way. He was big on how true love was hard to find, something he himself believed to have only found three times in his life. For his daughter, however, she could only think of one instance where she had been in love, and with her new predicament, she felt that this might just turn into the second time.

She really was a little miniature version of Elijah, whether or not he raised her.

She heard the small hum of something being shot through the sky, both of them turning their heads to the sky. People started to pour out of the compound or go onto the balcony alongside them, the sound of the party coming outside. Lilah and Roman moved to the corner together, watching as the sky lit up in beautiful colors.

She couldn't help but hold onto his hands that were on her waist or lean back into him with a giggle. She moved her arm so that one of them was around his shoulder, and he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Happy Fourth of July," he said to her.

"It's been a pretty epic summer," she said back, smiling ear to ear.

Seeing his wide smile and dazed eyes, she knew that denying it would only get her so far.

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A U G U S T

S A L V A T O R ES C H O O L

"Songwriting, stop," Lizzie said dramatically. "I can't take it anymore. Somewhere in Belgium, Penelope Park's black heart just exploded."

Josie gave her twin a look.

"You and Gizmo the Gremlin?" continued Lizzie, not letting up on her disgust about her sister and Landon.

"Actually, Gizmo's a Mogwai," responded Josie.

"Oh, God. He's got you speaking nerd!"

"Relax, we're just friends."

"You are not friends! You're a montage," pointed out Lizzie.

"It's been... fun," explained the brunette. "It's been like, actual fun."

"You know what's actual-actual fun? Mom and I taking the speed train to Rome for the weekend. So get your ass across the pond! Stop worrying about Dad, and stop worrying about whoever Lilah used to be—"

"Love you," Josie said, and Lizzie gasped and Josie practically press the end button of their witchy video-call.

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Josie and Landon looked all over the woods and the building out there, but they couldn't find Rafael anywhere. Josie and Landon continued to get closer, slowly falling for one another. Despite Rafael going missing, Landon and Josie talked about what things made them happy-ish.

Outside of the school, Dorian William's almost runs over a girl. She plays off how she knew Dorian, and acts like she's going to be on her way. She goes back into the school, knowing the gate code, feeling happy to finally be the place she called home, a place she had been longing for for who-knows-how-long.

She just wasn't expecting to come back looking for her best friends and her boyfriend, to see that they both moved on without her. That the people she loved would just fill in the gap she left when they can no longer remember her.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

TAGLIST

@akshi8278

it's come to my attention that you guys don't like lorelle... LMAOO. elijah was never the type to have good taste in women (the exception of hayley) i mean... celeste??? katherine??? LOL

also, i've talked about this before since others have commented about it before, but writing a book about lilah in the vampire diaries?? i've been thinking about it a lot lately, and perhaps i love the idea because i can't let go of lilah. i mean, she's my baby. she's the first character/first book where people totally fell in love with my writing, where people have stuck with me. so, on the topic of lilah desmarais/mikaelson having a series in the vampire diaries? yes, i want to write it.

it would be a bit of an 'au' i guess. nothing about that book/series will have anything to do with lilah's storyline here, since this timeline never has lilah go be in mystic falls until the salvatore school. the only thing that would be the same is who her family is, her backstory, her friendship with katherine.

i'm thinking of writing this series as a "spin-off" but that then prompts the question: what about with the mikaelson's leave mystic falls and goes to new orleans? lilah will get to choose between staying in mystic falls or going with her family. i am excited to start this spin off. it'll still technically be "book 4" of the SIDE CHARACTER CHRONICLES, but i may write this book and book 4 at the same time.

the names i want for book one is currently:

IN THESE CIRCUMSTANCES

DISCUSSION BOARD!!

· did anyone actually read the book plot i just ranted about?

· time skipped through july and august, and now hope is out! it does take them a while to remember hope, but... what happens when roman goes back to work?

· i absolutely loved writing the lilah and roman fireworks scene

· everyone's opinions on lorelle?

· opinions on rebekah and lilah's relationship

[imagine-richards]

sfw alphabet- Richard Madden

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Richard is the king of affection. He’ll always be holding your hand when you walk or when he drives or under the table at dinners. He loves playing with your hair or tracing circles on your back while you cuddle and all kinds of affectionate things.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It would probably start a little awkwardly, especially as Richard was ridiculously attracted to you from the second he saw you and had to therefore stay cool from the start. You’d both ease into the friendship with mass amounts of flirty banter and ‘accidental’ touching as you both played around with your boundaries, not knowing that both of you were just as crazy about each other as the other.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Richard absolutely loves cuddling you. He wraps you up in his arms, making you feel tiny. 99% of the time you’re his little spoon, but if he’s had an especially hard day, you spoon him and play with his hair and it cheers him right up.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) It took him almost no time at all for Richard to know that he wanted to settle down with you. You moved in together and often talk about the future while you cuddle in bed on lazy Sunday mornings. You both know the other is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with, you just can’t decide whether you want two kids or one. He’s very neat, but pretty useless at cooking anything he hasn’t absolutely mastered (e.g. your favourite breakfast).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) God, it would break him. He’d cry, as much as he’d try not to, and he’d hug you a lot. He wouldn’t ever want to let you go, as much as he’d have to. Saying goodbye after might be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) As soon as you moved in together, he started planning his proposal. He knew he wanted to marry you the first time he caught you dancing around the kitchen in one of his shirts, during one of the first times you ever stayed over at his.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Richard is the most gentle man you’ve ever met. You feel so comfortable and safe with him and it’s just wonderful. Soft touches, tender kisses and gentle hugs epitomise him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Of course he likes hugs. He loves wrapping you up and kissing the top of your head. He also loves your reunion hugs after any time you spent apart for filming, where you’d run up and he’d pick you up and spin you around.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) He didn’t want to scare you away, so he tried to hold back, even if he did know he loved you a month in. He only managed to last another month, and blurted it out because he literally couldn’t keep it in anymore.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He doesn’t get very jealous very easily, because he knows how much you love him and he trusts you immensely. The very rare moments he gets jealous, he gets pretty protective, putting his arm around you and touching you in the way only he can, letting everyone know you’re his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He’ll kiss you anywhere and everywhere. His way of teasing in foreplay is kissing all over your body, then stopping just when the good stuff is about to start and waiting until you ask nicely. He loves it when you kiss him on the neck and down his tummy.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s amazing with kids. Any nieces or nephews or cousins you have all love him so much. Every time you see him with kids, you instantly start brooding. You can’t wait to see him become a wonderful father.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Cuddling, usually. Especially if neither of you are in a rush. You’ll cuddle and talk about the future while the sun breaks through the gap between the curtains. It’s very blissful. Morning sex is also pretty regular, as is showering together. One of you will make the other breakfast and they’ll never be wearing many clothes.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sitting on the sofa together with a takeout or with a movie and some popcorn. You two binge Netflix shows together, which is always lovely. Date nights are also pretty often, and almost always end in date night sex.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It took a little while to open Rich up, but now he’s pretty good at telling you things and being honest. He’s not like it with many people, so you’re pretty proud that he trusts you enough to be so vulnerable around you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Unlike most of his characters, Rich is a pretty patient man. It’s difficult for him to get mad at you, which is probably why you rarely argue.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’ll remember you walking past a shop and spotting the tiniest thing, because it’ll be your birthday present. He remembers tiny details about you, because he wants to consume everything he can about you. He has a pretty good memory for things like that, just maybe not to empty the dishwasher.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

When you were both at the Met Gala and he got the news about his role in the MCU. You were holding onto his phone while he was being photographed. When he came back and you got to tell him the news, you seemed more excited than he did. Seeing how proud you were of him showed him just how lucky he was to have you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Very protective. Richard won’t let anyone disrespect his girl. If you’re out and anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, he’ll start with an excess amount of PDA to let the world know you’re his, and then if that doesn’t work, he’ll try his famous glare. He’s also very protective when it comes to the paparazzi (See Y)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) So!! Much!! Effort!!! He always says his money is pointless unless he can make you feel like royalty. Fancy restaurants, beautiful presents, everything. And of course, the date nights in with enough money for takeout and ice cream are just as wonderful. He also loves surprising you with flowers and nice underwear and jewellery.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can become a little bit of a workaholic. If the role he has is really important to him, sometimes you can loose him in reality and have to bring him back to earth. He’s so dedicated, but sometimes that means he works himself half to death.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He likes to look good, especially when you’re on the carpet together so he can ‘match the woman on his arm’. He also knows how much it turns you on to see him in a good suit. He likes looking good for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Absolutely. Richard loves his career and considers himself lucky as anything in that sense, but he feels as though without you, it would all mean nothing. He loves his job and the amazing opportunities that come with it, but only because he gets to tell you about them at the end of the day.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His family threw him a surprise party when he got the part in Bodyguard, and obviously you were invited. He spent most of the night watching you meet all his family, and they all loved you so much. Even though you hadn’t been dating long, he knew then that he wanted to spend his life with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates when the media get involved with you. For example, when they start split rumours or when they follow you two on dates or when they report bad things about you. It’s especially bad if they follow you when he isn’t there to protect you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) He’s honestly so sleepy. If he’s filming, he’ll sleep as much as he possibly can. He sleeps so well when you’re beside him, but sometimes has trouble sleeping if he’s away for filming, and you’ll get 2am texts wanting some attention.

[ourhappylies]

Negan Fluff Alphabet 🌻

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

Negan finds your sassiness the hottest thing about you. He loves that you can defend yourself and sass anyone who dares fuck with you or him in the slightest. He loves how you act, especially around Rick when he dares to get on your ass about being with Negan.

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

Negan doesn’t want a family. He doesn’t want anyone able to be used against him. If life were normal, if things were good, maybe he would have considered having a family with you, but how things are now, he could never even consider having a child.

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

When Negan cuddles with you, it’s basically just him laying on top of you, your hand in his hair. He loves feeling close to you, and he loves even more to feel your hands running through his hair, it makes him feel safe, as if the apocalypse isn’t right outside his window. If you’re feeling particularly bad, he’ll trade his place with you, pulling you on top of him and loving on you until you either cry it out or relax enough to calm down.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

Dates with him are simple, usually going on walks, him swinging Lucille on one side of him, holding your hand with his empty hand. They’re never too crazy, although he certainly wishes they could be.

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

“You’re my reason to stay here in this absolute fucking shithole.” he says softly one night, running his fingers through your hair for a change.

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

Negan knew he was falling in love when you first handled Lucille, when you picked her up and gave her a little twirl, using your bare fingers and running them over the barbed wire, looking teasingly at him when your finger was pricked.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

Negan tries to be gentle, dealing with your femininity and letting you make him flower crowns and kiss him goodnight and good morning, but by nature he isn’t any kind of gentle.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He does like to hold hands, lacing his fingers with yours, but only when the two of you are alone. He doesn’t like to have a hand not free or filled with a weapon when he’s around others because of his intense paranoia.

I = Impression first impression/s

His first impression of you was that you were weak and he would have to make you one of his wives so you would survive, but that impression quickly changed when you began climbing the ranks.

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

He used to pull pranks on you daily, but after letting a walker into the RV instead of him coming in and you being within a millimeter of being bit, he doesn’t play pranks on you too much anymore, unless they’re silly pranks where no one could possibly get harmed, like sprinkling flour over you.

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

Negan actually kisses gently and rather sweetly, he loves to make you feel loved, and in return he loves to feel loved, as it’s something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

L = Love who says I love you first?

You say it first, Negan is too scared that you won’t say it back or that you’ll say it back but only out of fear that he’ll decide to drop you as one of his wives if you don’t.

M = Memory their favourite moment together

His favourite memory with you was when you first told him you loved him. He was shocked, and he spent the first week after you told him asking you to repeat it.

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Negan would have spoiled as much as he could, and he tries to, but it doesn’t work as well when there’s nothing to go out and buy for you.

O = Orange what colour reminds them of their other half

The colour that reminds him of you is red. You slept with his scarf almost every night he was away and everytime he thinks of it or sees it he can’t help but imagine you too.

P = Petnames what pet names do they use?

He uses simple but quirky nicknames, like “Sweet (girl/boy)” or “Buttercup”.

Q = Quaint what is their favourite non-modern thing?

He loves old gaming systems, although batteries can’t be wasted on them, he loves collecting them anyway, whenever he can find a game system or an old game.

R = Rainy Day what do they like to do on a rainy day?

Negan likes to sit outside on rainy days, letting the rain wash over him, feeling like it’s washing away the grime and sin from his body.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Negan cheers himself up by reading the same book he’s read half a dozen times, or by having you read it. It’s the book he always read before bed, and he always falls asleep when yoy read it to him. When you’re upset he finds you sweets, even if it means taking them and bargaining.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

Negan doesn’t talk much, he much rather prefers to hear you ramble, but when you can get him to open up all he wants to talk about is what life was like before, and what he would have been doing with you if life wasn’t the shithole it is.

U = Unencumbered What helps them relax?

A nice shoulder massage from you and your fingers tangled in his hair always helps him calm down and relax after a long day.

V = Vaunt what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Negan likes to show off how he can get anything he wants. He’ll take the opportunity to show you around anyone’s campsite, giving you the grand tour of anyone’s space, gesturing largely and with much grandiose.

W = Wedding when, how, where do they propose?

Negan got the ring off of a walker, so it doesn’t quite fit your finger, but he proposes with it anyways, one night, where he wastes electricity to decorate with fairy lights in your favourite colour, pulling you to a little bench he stole from a nearby park, sitting you down and asking if you’ll marry him, at least unofficially become his only wife. Because the ring doesn’t quite fit, you wear it on a chain around your neck for years.

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. He loves to sing it to you on sleepless nights, and if you genderbend to sing to him he falls in love with you more than he had before.

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You’re the fudge to my brownies.” He’d say, ruffling your hair and tossing you a treat he found on one of his runs. “Love you.” He’d say softly, before sneaking off.

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Negan would probably get a rabbit. They’re pretty easy to take care of, and they’re rather sweet. He loves how soft they are, and he misses the one he owned before the apocalypse happened.

[signofthecrimes]

    Oceans8rpg Task 1: Playlist

             H E A R T of G L A S S;; ᴵˢⁿ'ᵗ ⁱᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ, ᵃˡˡ 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊? ᴴᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ, ᵐʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊 ᵀᵉᵃʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉˢ, ˢᵏⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵒⁿᵉ ᴴᵉˡˡᵒ, ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊

    Ｔｒａｃｋｌｉｓｔ: 01: David Bowie- Rebel Rebel. 02: The Clash- I fought the law. 03: Led Zeppelin- Stairway to heaven. 04: Queen- Spread your wings. 05: Elton John- Rocket Man. 06: The Velvet Underground- Sunday morning. 07: Pink Floyd- Money. 08:  Robert Plant- Big Log. 09: The Kinks- Lola. 10: Patti Smith- Dancing barefoot. 11: Prince- When doves cry. 12: Rolling Stones- Paint it black. 13: Talking Heads- This must be the place. 14: Peter Gabriel- In your eyes. 15: The Smiths- How soon is now? 16: Fleetwood Mac- Everywhere. 17: Heart- Magic Man. 18: Blondie- Heart of glass. 

Track01: An anthem to the club owner. It empowers rebellion in the way she walks. A song she played while getting ready for her high school prom. (In which she hadn’t wanted to go.) While her mother convinced her to wear a dress, hand sewn and all, Lou rebelled in a slick suit. -- After successfully stealing a girl away from her boyfriend, Lou skipped her senior prom. Her and the girl ended up sitting at the top of the city’s water tower screaming their teen angst at the world, and making out. --- You've got your mother in a whirl . She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl. Hey babe, your hair's alright. Hey babe, let's go out tonight. You like me, and I like it all. We like dancing and we look divine ---

Track02: About a man who doesn’t have enough money, so he robs, becoming a criminal to support his wife. One day he gets caught and is sent to jail. After a winding bike trip across the country, at a stop looking out at a view Lou had put her earbuds in after an entire ride of silence. Debbie had just gone to jail and playing this song made her mind collect an easing nature. She even chuckled to herself. As she was going to show up at Debbie’s loft with an apology, and even an emotional confrontation about how she felt over the woman. The timing was off, as she approached an empty loft finding out that Debbie was in jail.--- I left my baby and it feels so bad guess my race is run. She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won ---

Track03: Song is about a woman who lives her life through materialism. Then when she’s on her way to heaven she’s not sure she will get in because she lacks spiritualism. That her fate is decided, she looks at life thinking if she asks she can receive anything.  Though you can’t choose fate, you can look at your life and choose an enlightenment. Being a criminal, along the way Lou had become emerged in materialism. Everything was at her fingertips causing her to lose a sense of her mind. She began traveling more, taking her bike out on long journeys at the time. Being alone wandering the world brought her back down to earth in a humbling way. ---  Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run. There's still time to change the road you're on. ---

Track09: Song being about romance with a transvestite has nothing to do with Lou’s meaning, but more so how often she has drunkenly sang the song with her bartender, Micky. When Lou would stay over after the club closed early in the morning, when others were passed out at home, she often danced around using a mop as a microphone. In her dramatics, she would sing with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, aviators low on the bridge of her nose. They were nights she cherished most with the other woman. The song holds a heavier sentiment now as she stopped hanging around the club less, and less. Sometimes the tune is played to reminisce over the nights spent with the admired woman. --- Well that's the way that I want it to stay and I always want it to be that way for my Lola Lo lo lo lo Lola ---

Track16:  While Debbie was away for five years, Lou had met a woman. She was younger, and more importantly not a criminal. She carried herself with a sense of innocence that lured Lou in like a breath of fresh air. The beginning felt a lot like falling in love, and that’s what it was. Lou hadn’t experienced a heavy romantic love before such as this one. She was beginning to act strange around the people who she knew, and there was a never ending giddy feeling left within her all because of this woman who had stolen her heart. --- Can you hear me calling out your name. You know that I'm falling and I don't know what to say ---

[sinipier]

      &.  @gcthigh  //  yoongi.

       slaving over self - appointed mission for a month’s time now and hoseok was starting to feel  p o w e r l e s s  with the lack of results  ;  it shouldn’t be taking him  this long  to find him.  the majority of his hours were spent researching,  scouring  the streets and hacking into security cameras for an inkling of the missing member’s whereabouts but the days would end empty - handed,  leaving hoseok frustrated with  himself  and questioning his abilities.  what good was he  ?  if he couldn’t find  one  of the two people who provided him with a home away from home,  providing him the opportunity to prove his worth as an individual,  as opposed to a spawn to his family name.  from a street sniper to a renowned assassin  :  namjoon and yoongi built the foundation where he would finally find an  appreciation  for life.  and now there were  s e v e n  of them total,  all extensions of hoseok’s being   ;   one of which sits in the very  core  of it all.  the boy he’s just had to  cancel  his plans with for the night because  FORTUNE  strikes him in the middle of the day,  a true  e u r e k a  moment after spending hours upon hours  staring  at his computer screen.  all of this done at the coffee shop conveniently located across the street from the church he’s been parked outside of,  never gaining the courage to actually  enter  because the sound of father  &  grandfather’s voice tell him  their god  will not accept him for loving  that boy,  kim jungkook.  

       but he loved him anyway.  hoseok,  in the midst of attempting to  follow up  with the words of advice taehyung to  give kook some leeway,  free up his precious caged bird every once in a while     -----    lending him keys to a healthy relationship because evidently the way hoseok has been  g o i n g  a b o u t  it all was  all wrong.  he knows his sudden  SHIFT  in outlook must have confused the maknae     -----     and he was going to explain himself further upon his return home,  but   ...   after re - exploring what he believed to be a  dead lead,  frame by frame playback of security footage.  database in his work laptop contains information obtained  illegally  of course,  essentially has an all access pass to the entire city of seoul and its outskirts.  tired eyes are scanning images,  watching the same tapes over and over again   ;   there was  one thing,  that could so easily be overlooked and frankly  was  the first time around,  that hoseok picks up on  now.  and that one thing is what will clear all doubt.  analytical mind puts pieces of this  long - term  puzzle and epiphany  blooms  into dark matter.

                                                he knows where yoongi is.

      he’s gathering his belongings at once,  has never moved faster  and sleek car is  speeding  through streets to the mansion.  a kiss for kook,  but no  explanation     -------    hoseok is changing into clothes that are much more easier to maneuver in,  all - black attire to remain discreet.  the night is beginning to fall.  a bag of his best weapons are concealed in the trunk of his vehicle  ;  long distance rifle is  left behind  because this is  personal.  those responsible for this will not be given the grace of a quick and painless death.  

     the drive is an extensive one,  or perhaps it feels  longer  than it actually is because his mind is reeling with potential scenarios that the elder could be in at the moment.  and  god forbid  that hoseok might be  too late.  despite the unsettling notions,  he finds a way to remain  calm.  that’s his job,  isn’t it  ?  that’s embedded into his very nature.  if he can’t remain calm,  if he can’t keep himself  alert  and  wary  of every single brush of change in his surroundings,  then he will  fail.

                                                 jung hoseok does not fail.

     a handgun in his grasp and another kept in a holster,  a blade equipped in the opposite hand.  he doesn’t know if he has enough rounds     -----    he  does not know  what he will be up against,  but he  does  know it is  NOTHING  he can’t handle.  his entire life has trained him for moments like this.  the abandoned lot is  q u i e t,  too quiet.  he’s certain most people have forgotten places such as this even exist but he knows what  use  has become of them in modern day.  he stalks forth with utmost stealth   ;   whoever these imbeciles were,  they are certainly far too confident in themselves considering the  lack  of security.  he can hear distinct voices murmuring from outside the walls of the establishment,  muffled but he’s able to make out the number of people within.  he looks up to the evening sky  ;  he  prays.  

     and there it is,  his point of access.  a  hole in the wall  (  a window cracked open to let the  smoke  out from hot shot cigars  )  and he’s slithering in.  emerging into a scene of men sitting in a circle playing what appears to be  poker,  he sneaks up behind.   silenced bullet through the head of the first,  knife to the throat of every other that dares to stand to retaliate  ;  one by one they  FALL  into a pool of their own blood gushing from arteries.  every move is calculated,  PRECISE.   despite having never  been  here before,  within seconds,  his eyes have already mapped out the room,  where he should maneuver in order to avoid any  counter attacks  from the  enemy.  he’ll only be in line with their existence for the span of minutes but he can already decipher they are nothing more than a band of bullies,  good at bringing harm to others and boasting about it all but absolutely useless when it comes to how to respond when a  real threat  comes back to bite them in the ass.

     hoseok doesn’t allow the opportunity for any screams to be heard.  and soundlessly,  six men are murdered.  it was a flawless execution.  grandfather would be proud.  father too maybe.  and he hopes namjoon would be.  and  he hopes jin,  jimin,  taehyung  and  jungkook  would be too.   NOW WHERE IS YOONGI  ?

     there is no avoiding the sea of sanguine he’s created,  shoes  ruined  but he can certainly afford new ones  ;  trekking through the building and checking every door ever so cautiously until he finds one that leads to a lower level.  he checks behind him to ensure that no one is  following  him    ----   he is light in his steps down the stairs to avoid any creaking that might signal his presence to anyone who may be loitering below.  and there is one  :  target acquired but shots are not taken.  he lowers his weapon      ------    he is standing just a few feet away,  gaze zoned in on the back of the guard’s head.  there is only a moment of hesitation  (  if only to plan out his next move  )  before he’s  charging forward     -----    handgun is utilised if only to  ASSAULT  the back of skull,  elbow  shoved  into spine,  fabric of shirt  grabbed onto  if only to  HAUL  the man’s body against  stone wall  that hoseok has figured out,  according to its distance,  how much  s t r e n g t h  he needs to put into this action in order to reap as much  pain  as possible.  

     in weakness,  the guard still attempts to reach for the single weapon strapped to him   --------------   hoseok  demolishes  the hand that tries with a bullet through the palm.  THIS ONE WAILS  and it’s a sound that brings a twisted sense of satisfaction to the hitman of few words  ;  the steel - cut glare that  pierces  through the soon - to - be corpse’s very soul speaks volumes in itself,  mirrors the  SHARD  that’s  plummeting  into flesh,  skewering innards and making sure it  hurts  and he can watch the  agony  reflect in his victim’s eyes until the light leaves them entirely.  but hoseok will use his third  &  fourth bullets on a dead man,  head and heart,  two things this person evidently  lacked  and has earned himself the  overkill. 

         hoseok’s own cardiac muscle pounds to a thunderous beat when he realises  :  it’s almost over.  has he finally done it  ?  what he’s been working  so diligently  on for the duration of a  month  ?  it was almost too easy    -----    hoseok was  wrong  to doubt his skills but he doesn’t know it yet.  all he knows is that he needs to make sure this mission is a success like all the rest,  any self - recognition can save itself for  later.  the priority was now to take back back what was  stolen  from his family.  his breath has been steady all throughout the commotion but  only now  does it find an uneven pace,  he just has to turn around   ....  PLEASE BE THERE.  please be alive.  

     bloodied heels are turning slow  ;  he remembers the familiar silhouette,  remembers it being slumped over and  confined  to a chair before his focus was  tuned  into  k i l l i n g  the one standing between them.  he is  CAREFUL  in his approach,  won’t let himself get too close before  announcing  himself.    ‘    ---    yoongi   ?   ’    the name is the first he’s spoken in hours.  hair is covering the elder’s features but hoseok could recognise him  regardless.  how could he not  ?  this was a  VALUED  member of his family,  someone despite their differences and sometimes indifference towards each other,  was like a brother to him   ...   a hyung.     ‘    it’s  me.  it’s hoseok   ...   it’s time for you to go home.    ’    

[vas-ncrmandy]

B A S I C S :

FULL NAME: Iraia Monique Whetu

NICKNAME(S): Iri, to literally everyone. If you’re calling her Iraia, you better be her mother. She’ll accept it from Aiden, but thats just cause his nose scrunches up when he’s mad and its cute. 

DATE OF BIRTH / AGE: June 1st / 19

ORIENTATION: Pansexual

OCCUPATION: The benefits of death are not needing to have a job.

SPECIES: Witch, Pureblood

ETHNICITY: East Islander

NATIONALITY: New Zealand

P H Y S I C A L :

FACE CLAIM: Courtney Eaton

HEIGHT: 5'10’

WEIGHT: 124lbs

EYES: Deep chocolate brown, just like Eli’s

HAIR: Dark Brown/Black

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: There’s a deep, pale, silvered scar along her body - reaching from her left collarbone to her right hip. Its the wound that killed her, and she doesn’t speak about it.

B A C K G R O U N D :

HOMETOWN: Otago region of the South Island of New Zealand.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Necropolis with Aiden.

LANGUAGES: English, French, Maori. 

EDUCATION: Informal. She and her sisters were home-schooled, which is why she developed a preference for wandless magic. Her particular brand of nature magic is so deeply ingrained within the physical that its hard for her to concentrate it through a tool.

PARENT: Manu Whetu

PARENT: Monique Whetu

SIBLING(S): Amiria Whetu (deceased), Emiri Whetu (deceased), Eli Whetu

ROMANTIC STATUS: Single. 

PET(S): If you ask her, Aiden totally counts. Other than that, none. She used to collect animals at the Manor, but the only things that grow and thrive around the Necropolis are connected to death. 

T H E A B S T R A C T :

FEARS: Wasting away - losing herself bit by bit until there’s nothing left and no one to remember her. Never making a mark wide enough to have impacted the world. The people she loves never moving on without her. Aiden tiring of her. The silent void that she spent so many years within. Nothingness. Above all else, Iraia fears the absence of life, the loss of sensation, the concept of nothing. 

GENERAL LIKES: The feeling of the sun warm on her skin, and the sound of the ocean at play. Her mother singing in the kitchen while she bakes for dinner and Eli’s chubby hands tangling through her hair as they run along land that is inherently her’s. Aiden’s little snores through the night, his hair curled back into the braids her mother once made in her own hair, and the sound of his laugh bouncing through the walls of the Necropolis. The smell of clean linen and wind after a storm, flowers in her hair, and the simple fact that Eli’s heart still beats. 

GENERAL DISLIKES: The scar along her torso, and the way her mother’s eyes are drawn to it more than to her face. The sadness thick and syrupy in Aiden’s gait and along his hands that he pretends she can’t see. Watching Eli walk back to the surface knowing he’s living a whole life beyond her reach. The cold during the winter. Spicy foods she can’t taste, missing her sisters, and knowing she is impermanent. 

USUAL MOOD / EXPRESSION: A broad, mischievous grin. More often than not she’s happy - at peace with the choices she’s made, and grateful to be back with her family, even as a ghost - but every now and then the situation gets the better of her and succumbs to the melancholy of it all. 

POSITIVE TRAITS: Warm and playful, as the middle child would be, and loyal and nurturing as only an older sister knows how. Fearless. Disciplined as her particular form of magic demanded of her. Generous, adventurous, and charismatic. 

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Spoiled and childish, thanks to her lost childhood. Possessive and reckless, prone to self-pity. Blunt and melodramatic. 

HABITS: She has a tendency to drum her fingers when being ignored, and always cut her food into pieces before eating. She’s a back seat driver, gamer, and ... pretty much in every aspect of life. 

HOBBIES: She used to collect polished fragments of glass from their little private beach, and loved watching them shine in the morning light, but now she prefers watching Aiden’s garden grow day by day. 

MORNING ROUTINE: She doesn’t sleep anymore - there’s no reason to, now that she’s dead - but she keeps to the same routines in an attempt to cling to her life as she knew it. She leaves before Aiden wakes to watch the sunrise every morning. It’s different, so much different, than back on the island, but she still finds it beautiful (even when she doesn’t want to) in a sad kind of way. It always reminds her Aiden. Then she heads back to sit on Aiden’s bed until he wakes up. She follows him on his routine, sometimes quietly, sometimes planning their day. 

NIGHTLY ROUTINE: Aiden’s sleep schedule is varied which keeps things interesting. She likes the nights he stays up late with her best, because after he’s asleep and she’s wandered away through the halls, the silence of it all begins to feel too much like the void. She’s aimless at night, when his mind is elsewhere and he’s not with her, and that aimlessness feels so much like death all over again. Mostly she just waits for the sunrise to remind her once again that she really is alive. 

DEADLY SIN: Envy

ZODIAC: Gemini

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

HOGWARTS HOUSE: None, technically, because she was homeschooled; however, she would be Slytherin. 

CLASS & SPECIALIZATION: Rift Mage

S T A T U S :

DEVELOPMENT: In progress.

SHIPPING: None. 

CANON VERSE: Harry Potter, next generation [personal AU-verse with Ari and Katie]

AU VERSE: None yet. 

R E L A T I O N S H I P S :

ELI WHETU: Her little brother. She sang him lullabies when he was a babe, led him by the hand on walks through their lands, taught him the songs of the elders - and he can still feel the kiss she pressed to his cheek before she stepped forward, a calm smile on her face, and called the rains down on the rebels before they slaughtered her.

AIDEN LABHRAICHE: She never thought she’d get a second chance, and not only did Aiden give her a new life, but he gave her a reason to stay. She loves him, pure and simple. As much as a dead girl can love, she will always love Aiden. A life lived for the ones she had left behind doesn’t give her much, but a life lived with someone gives her everything. Aiden has given Iri everything. 

H I S T O R Y :

“’You are going to die,’ the traitorous voice in your heart whispers. ‘I am going to be a martyr,’ your mind corrects,”

There is nothing beyond life, but sleep.

No dreams, and no colors to dart along closed eyelids to break the monotony of the endless dark. No soft sounds to cradle the subconscious into a pleasant break between the busy days. Nothing.

After the initial burst of pain as the body objects to being shut down so abruptly, there is nothing.

Iraia knows this all too well.

She remembers the feel of her magic, thick like syrup along her hands and down her hips, resting heavy on her chest and leeching power from her with every beat of her heart. She remembers smiling through her tears, remembers how she had never felt so alive than in that moment, when, for the first time in her life, she had been allowed to let her magic roll from her uncontrolled, uncaged, and unbowed.

She remembers falling too.

She remembers the burst of pain that started at her left arm and slid, white hot, to her right hip, and remembers crumpling to the ground at an angle that should have hurt more than it did. She remembers the bright red of her blood on the white marble steps as she coughed, and remembers seeing what was left of her father and sisters lying in her eyesight – trampled, beaten, already forgotten and already alone.

She was afraid then, in the face of that oblivion, and she remembers her magic curling around her, hesitating in its lethality to cradle her cheek – a bright warm spot as the rest of her grew cold – before it took the last of her power from the sigh of her last breath and raised itself in vengeance.

While she sank into the blank void, Iraia’s magic devastated the South Island. Carried by her rage and her loss and her desperate sacrifice, it manifested into a howling wilderness that could not be penetrated. As a last gift to the girl it had chosen, the old magics of the dead Sacred Eight encased the land of the dead Whetu’s in a void of its own making – none would enter, until the family it loved returned.

And all the while, Iraia sank.

For a while she could feel the days passing, feel the storm of her magic (now separate from her, now leaving her empty in a way that ached like she never expected she could after death) raging somewhere above her and next to her at the same time. Those were the worst times, when she still felt like a person, like someone alive.

She spent a lot of that time remembering her life – the first time she’d manifested her magic and almost split her father in two with a lightning bolt, and the way he’d stood startled for a moment before sweeping her into his arms and laughing that booming laugh of his. When she’d stood before the Sacred Pacific Eight families and proved to them her connection to the pure magic, and she was shown, for the first time, what it meant to be chosen.

She remembered calling the rains down for the same muggles who would later cleave her body in two, so their crops would grow and they wouldn’t starve. She remembered standing before tidal waves and holding them back with nothing more than force of will so that the same muggles and halfbloods who set her sister alight wouldn’t drown in their homes.

She remembered holding Eli on her shoulders and following her mother father along the path that led to Amiria’s new home with her husband and watching them flirt and kiss in the sun and wondering if she would ever find love like that.

But slowly, as the memories dimmed, she forgot what days were and that time had ever been important and then, just as the void was becoming all that she could remember, a voice called her name.

“Iraia,” he murmured, slipping the name through what was left of her like sunlight playing in the waves, “Iraia, come on, don’t leave him waiting.”

Him? She had thought, what was a him when she was and always had been alone.

“Your brother’s a very large man, Iraia,” the voice had told her, sharper now – more like a volcano threatening to blow than water dapples, “And I’d really rather not disappoint him.”

Brother?

She thought the word and suddenly Eli came back to her in a flood – chubby little hands, sticky with candy, catching in her hair. The half giggle half cry as he came up from skinned knees because his legs were still too short to let him run. Little knots and braids that thickened as he grew, chocolate brown like Mama’s and like Emiri’s and like her’s. His voice breaking as he whispered her name, and the salty taste of tears on his cheek as she kissed him goodbye.

She broke through the veil, gasping for life, and the first thing she did was beg to stay.