#IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHATEVER THE ORIENTATION WAS WHEN YOU SAVED IT

[lunarflare64]

MmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMM TEMPER FUCKING PISS OFF PISS OFF TEMPER WE DO NOT FUCKING NEED YOU WE WERE HAVING A PERFECTLY GOOD DAY WITHOUT YOU SO IF YOU COULD JUST PISS OFF AND DIE THAT WOULD BE FANTASTIC REALLY

[icyowl]

Idk if your taking request if not discard! lol but uh >< could we get some Vash & Wolfwood A/O/B head canons? What do you think their second genders would be? and how would they be w reader?

A/B/O Headcanons (Vash, Wolfwood)

Pairings: Wolfwood x reader, Vash x reader

A/N/: always up for ABO. Always.

As my bio says, I'm not open for requests per se, but if an ask strikes my fancy, I might get inspired!

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WOLFWOOD

An alpha through and THROUGH

very growly. It's deep and slow and rumbly and he loves using it on others or using it on you and catching you off guard. He smells the effect it has on you through your scent glands and his eyes key in on the tiny shaking it puts in your knees. You alright there, ankle biter? Lookin' a little unsteady he says with a wicked grin. Even the cigarette bounces with mirth.

Whatever class Wolfwood was going to be, the experiments done by the Dr. turned him into an alpha. It's done on purpose because alphas are more goal-oriented and driven, and because its pretty easy to keep them in line with a steady dose of hard-core suppressants. Getting Wolfwood to detox from them was definitely an exercise in building trust. The ensuing rut you had to help him through was. . . intense, to say the least.

Puts out his cigarettes when you're around. Just because he can cancel out the ill-effects by drinking his vials doesn't mean he has to subject you to it.

Say his first name nice and softly with some of those omega hormones pushing out into the room and watch his whole shoulder line gradually slump until he's putting his head on your shoulder and licking the oils from your scent glands.

Look, its fact that at some point he will use himself as a human shield to keep you safe because, again, he's got those vials to help him recover. The first time he got, for all intents and purposes, murdered in front of your eyes was a horrifying experience. Even after he'd made a full recovery (another mildly disturbing moment when he seemingly came back from the dead just as quickly as he joined it), you'd lost many nights worth of sleep. When he found out, you had a long discussion about his ready-fire-aim tendencies.

It came as no surprise you began to have nightmares. Try as he might, he wasn't good at consoling you at first. It took time for Wolfwood to realize slapping you on the back like some bro and telling you the vials taste like candy wasn't the way to make you feel better.

Has gotten your group thrown out of a number of establishments after holding a man at gunpoint for so much as flirting with you. Very clearly used the moment as an excuse to show off in front of you.

Definitely gives you the talk about worrying about yourself before others or before you make stupid choices that might put you in harms way. Gets you a gun of some kind, something manageable, and maybe it won't obliterate some of the things that are coming after you but it'll give you a chance to get away or at least buy time until he can get there.

“Whatever Blondie does, you do the opposite, you hear me?”

Also chew you out if/when you put yourself in danger. Doesn't matter why. He'll get in your face and yell and interrupt you at every turn. “I don't care that you were saving some kid! Drop kick him out a window for all I care! The next time you do something like that, I'll kill you myself!”

Loves showing off your relationship in front of others. Favorite thing to do is, whenever you go to sit by him in a public place, his arm snakes around you (whether its your arm or waist or a part of your clothing) and simply yanks you to his lap.

This man. This man would not touch a healthy relationship with a ten-foot pole. Like, we can agree his most stable relationship is with his gun, right? So totally expect him to be a little lost when it comes to taking care of you emotionally. It never occurred to him how many days had passed without him scenting you; just figured you were dealing with something or had a change in hormones when you began to smell sour.

On your end, you're freaking out. There has to be a reason why he's not doing it. Is he over you? Do you smell bad? Is something going on in his life you don't know about? Is there someone else? How do you bring it up without sounding accusatory? Should you just drop it?

When you finally lean in and just go for it, fisting his shirt and burrying your nose under his chin, nestled right up against his pulse, and purr, he does nothing for several seconds. Meanwhile your heart is skittering wildly. What you don't realize is you've positively short-circuited this poor man. Could his heart always beat like this? So fast, so erratically? A low rumble escapes him and encases you in an embrace.

He realizes this is the first time he's ever purred.

VASH

could legit be any class. I'm sure most of y'all see him as an omega, but for funsies I'll make him an alpha for a change!

Like, come on, you can't tell me those canines from the last episode scream anything else but alpha. Plus, we all know how determined he can get. Just imagine that you're the one he can't turn his instincts away from, you're the one that makes him feel the most like a regular person, you're the one that elicits such a visceral reaction from him.

Three words: PRO TEC TIVE. If you got with him hoping to break him of his savior mentality, you've gotten with the wrong person. His habits include but are not limited to: keeping watch every time you sleep (even at the risk of his own lethargy), repositioning you to where he perceives to be the safest spot (picking dining tables closest to an exit, putting himself between you and strangers, ensuring an unobstructed path to you and his gun, etc.), scenting your clothes every morning before you wake to keep other alphas from bothering you, smiling in such a way that he shows off his canines to anyone that bothers you, and coming up with lame excuses to get you away from anyone that bothers him. Vash is mostly polite about it, but you know what't up. Nuzzle into him and watch him melt into you and purr gently.

Yo his glyphs pulse when his alpha instincts come to the surface. Defending you from another alpha? Needing to scent you to feel calm? You got him riled up? All those will do it and its sometimes been a close call to hide it from strangers. You love it when it happens in the dark of a room and he literally lights up the space.

Seeing you in his jacket sends a shiver up his spine and makes his pupils expand considerably. He's soooo attentive to you. The slightest change in your scent due to your emotions — whether they be fear or jealousy or loneliness — and he's on you, nuzzling into your scent glands to try and calm you and offering to get you someplace private for a scenting session. Don't be surprised if he completely ignores your protests and excuses the two of you from the rest of the group.

One time he was so caught up in the moment of battle, so fearful when he saw a gun aiming for your chest, that his cybernetic hand grabbed for your arm and yanked you aside. It almost hurt him as much as if you'd been shot when he realized his fingers left dark bruises on your skin, and he'd carelessly flung you into a bookshelf where you'd knocked the back of your head against the corner, causing wet blood to rush into your hair and face.

He refused to touch you for days after that. Thankfully, in the dead of night, long after everyone else had gone to bed, you found him leaning bodily against the wall at the end of the hallway, resisting his hormone-fueled delirium on sheer willpower alone, and were able to convince him to give in to the bond. Oh how he wanted to scent you and be scented, how his oil glands wetted themselves feebly, desperate to touch your scent glands. You had enough when he tried to escape you again; one gentle press to the gland on his wrist and he finally gave in — pupils expanded, eyes glossed over, canines descended. Vash pinned you against the wall, chuffing and nuzzling while you tried to keep your head on straight. His pheromones were positively overwhelming.

Vash reverently touched the bandage on your head and the bruises on your arm, apologizing with whines and whimpers. The poor man could hardly speak with the hormones buzzing through him, but he tried to convey the pain he felt at hurting you, even unintentionally. You soothed the guilt with gentle words and a steady stroke to the gland on his neck.

Because of his biology, he has a very unique scent. It's clean and fresh and everyone takes notice. You've had to fight off a few omegas during your time together. My man's totally clueless.

Like, he can smell you're frustrated, but why? Those ladies were just helping him get directions to the next town? Oh, they were holding his arm as they pointed to the horizon? He never noticed. They were just being nice. Why were you glaring at them? Whatever the reason, he can tell you need his pheromones and floods the space with them accordingly.

Sooooo hesitant when it comes to marking you, or really even allowing his mouth anywhere near your supple skin. He doesn't trust himself not to lose control or get carried away. Vash knows what being bound to him would mean; the danger, the running. To him, it's no different than painting a bullseye on you. It takes time, and a lot of trust and coaxing, but eventually he gives in to the trance tugging at his brain. Eventually, he gives himself over to it. His nibbling teeth and laving tongue don't leave your skin for some time.

[scretladyspider]

“Why is there a need for microlabels like demisexual or gray ace? Isn’t that just the asexuality spectrum? Why not just say you’re asexual?”

Let’s talk about the asexuality spectrum and why specificity in labels under asexuality can make a difference—

Asexuality refers to “little to no sexual attraction”. For some aces (short for asexuals), the ‘no sexual attraction’ part of that definition completely serves their needs in a queer label. This is the definition most unfamiliar with asexuality immediately think of.

And I want to be clear that that’s great! It’s a wonderful thing that there’s a word for ‘no sexual attraction’ and that we have more resources addressing this difference as a sexual orientation. Labels are tools. If you find one you like, that resonates with you, use it!

The expectation for sexual attraction is ever present. In the words of Alice Olivia Scarlett, “Love without sex is a difficult concept for society…there are still people who believe that sex is a biological need of the same importance as food and water.”

Our world demands sexual attraction — most often cisgender, heterosexual, heteroromantic attraction to the opposite gender. This expectation exists in queer spaces also, even if gender and sexual orientation are less rigid. Asexuality proudly counters that.

Celebrating differences in a world that says you shouldn’t exist is literally life saving. According to Healthline, “a 2019 study found that LGBTQ people who reported more connectedness to the LGBTQ community were less likely to report suicidal behavior.”

Returning to the definition of asexuality: there are people with no sexual attraction who are served by that part of the definition. They are the black stripe on the asexual flag. There are four stripes —black, gray, white, and purple.

That gray stripe allows for the spectrum, for those experiences that may include rare and/or conditional sexual attraction. This is the reason the definition includes “little to” in its “little to no sexual attraction”. Asexuality with an asterisk, an exception.

In 2003, AVEN founder David Jay proposed semisexual:

“If anyone wants to play a fun game, go to some queer-ass conference (called something like “transcending boundaries”) and play a game where you try to think up a term/identity for every letter of the alphabet. When you do you’ll be forced to think up new, interesting ideas like: Semisexual. It occurs to me that we’ve got a spectrum of sexual intensity, but we don’t yet have a word for those who are halfway in between asexual and full-force sexual. I’d say that this is extremely important: right now we don’t have a way to talk about people who are asexual but maybe feel like being sexual once a year, or sexual people who are just relatively uninterested and don’t know what to do about it. Thoughts?”

This lead to further discussion on asexuality being viewed as a spectrum. In 2006, AVEN forum user KSpaz coined the term “gray A” to refer to a “fuzzy” connection to asexuality. Many others related to this “fuzzy” experience and it became accepted as graysexual/gray ace:

“Alright, so don't know if this term is already around, but if not, I'm coining it now.Gray-A. Is there really a line at which point you are asexual?According to our logo there isn't. Just fuzziness.So, this thread I dedicate to our fuzzy members who may sometimes feel unsure of their asexuality/sexuality.Share your views, stories, whatever makes you think you'd like to call yourself Gray-A.I'll start:In simple terms, I have hetero attractions, can experience physical pleasure, and am indifferent (as opposed to repulsed) to the idea of having sex if it is with someone I care for (though can't imagine it for any situation without utmost trust involved). I don't get turned on and jump my boyfriend, but will respond to him in touchy ways and am pleased to do so willingly, because it does feel nice. If we never had sex, I would have no problem. But if we do some day, I probably won't mind, and may enjoy it to a degree. I call myself asexual, because I am, and because I choose my label.

In February 2006, the user sonofeazel coined the term ‘demisexual’, writing in a thread about their experiences,

…If “sexual” is for both and “asexual” is for neither, maybe we need a new term for people who only have one but not the other? I propose “demisexuals”.

In 2008, OwlSaint proposed the idea of what we now refer to as demisexual, which is when someone would only experience sexual attraction under the circumstance of a close emotional bond.

A demisexual is, in my book at least, someone who does not experience sexual attraction to people in general. I’ve yet to see a single person and think “hot” or “10 out of 10” or “I’d like to hit that”. Sex with someone rarely crosses my mind and when it does it’s usually more along the lines of “could i force myself to with…. ew no”. In that respect, I can and do identify as asexual. However, with someone I’m in love with, it’s completely different, and I might as well be a “full fledged” sexual, but only with that one person. Full fledged meaning actually desiring sex, both for the physical and emotional aspect, being attracted to that special someone, and feeling sexual arousal in terms of wanting to do something on multiple levels instead of simply the biological reflex or “ugh not again”.

Without that “little to” part of the definition of the “little to no sexual attraction” definition of asexuality, there are a lot of people who really wouldn’t have a word for what they are. Asexual would almost fit, but feel like a shrunken sweater; something’s not quite right.

When you almost belong somewhere but don’t entirely, it can feel very isolating. Like you’re not doing “you” right. This is where that specificity comes into play. It gives room for those in that gray space to breathe, a seat at the table when before there was just standing room.

In the words of blogger Siggy in 2012, a self identified gray ace,

Lots of people come to the asexual community, find lots of experiences to identify with, and are glad to finally have a word to describe themselves. But some of those people will feel that they don’t technically fit into the definition of asexual. Are these people supposed to abandon the possibility of a self-identity because of a technicality? Are they to permanently feel like outsiders to the asexual community?

“Gray-A” is a solution to these questions. A gray-A is someone who finds asexuality to be a useful idea, in the sense that it approaches a self-description, even if it does not quite fit. This allows a space where you can have an identity, fit on the ace spectrum, and feel at home in your community, without being disqualified by an arbitrary definition.

There are many, many terms under the asexuality spectrum that delve into specific experiences, some of which go into the gray area and some that do not but that still describe a very specific experience. There is an effort to put language to the unknown, to be better understood.

Even within those served by the definition of no sexual attraction, there is nuance to language discussing specific relationships to sex and sexuality. Terms that describe individual favorability towards sex, or that describe importance of tertiary attraction, for example.

This thread focused on demisexual and graysexual because they’re more widely used. But it’s worth noting these labels do not serve everyone who exists in that in between space. Here is an expanded list of asexuality spectrum labels by asexuals.net.

I personally also use “gray ace” or just “ace” if I don’t feel like explaining myself. But that’s just me. Everyone is different. Everyone is served by different pieces of language and labels. Some are served best by no labels at all. There’s no wrong way to label your aceness.

Labels are magnets on your queer fridge. You can put as many on there as you feel are right for you, and if you stop liking one, you can take it off and stick it in your magnet drawer.

And that gray area? It matters. If you belong in it, you are welcome in ace spaces. I promise.

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[freakbullet]

so this video (it's pretty good, worth a watch) basically saved me having to clean up the big word salad post I was drafting but I'm gonna reiterate a few points -

firstly, this isn't mentioned in the video but I think it's so, so important: unlike the valentine author, Gaster has never, ever used a single contraction. Toriel is another character who never uses them, no matter how casual the context. for something like this to suddenly change for no reason makes no sense. Toby is meticulous. I genuinely believe this is a HUGE strike against it being Gaster, yet almost no one mentions it. next, the valentine author speaks as if they don't know us: "you seem reliable", "you are very odd". and as we know, Gaster's well acquainted with us by now, so it'd make no sense for him to speak to us this way. (but what it does lend credence to is this being a character we either haven't met before, or haven't extensively interacted with.) additionally, in all instances so far, Gaster's been keen, focused, sharp. why would he suddenly be so addled and confused? the author saying they forgot who they're supposed to help, and it possibly even being themself, doesn't point to Gaster either - in fact, just the opposite - because the idea of him being forgotten is pure fanon. the game explicitly states that Asgore took so long to hire a new royal scientist because Dr. Gaster's brilliance was irreplaceable. how would the king know that if he didn't remember? fictional characters, by their very nature, are presented to us in a deliberate and finite way; our interactions with them have specific purpose. this means that when we try to hold them to real-world standards like "I, a real live person, write differently depending on the occasion", it won't always hold up. we have to go by what precedents have already been set by the creator, in the context in which these characters exist. on occasions when characters in UT/DR have spoken in a different way than usual, the fundamental, anchoring traits of their speech still remain intact (see: contractions), which would not be the case if Gaster were the valentine author.

(and of course, this doesn't even touch on the Japanese translation highlighting how wildly different the speech styles are, which I personally put more stock in than they do in the video.) the last 3rd of the video is more opinion/headcanon-oriented but he makes his point well. even if you disagree with his perception of Gaster (I do to an extent), it's true that there's already no shortage of whimsical, silly, lighthearted characters in UT/DR, and surely, if Gaster were meant to be one of them, Toby wouldn't reveal it in a way that's so out of left field. I love silly goofy wingding man as much as the next guy, but I also agree that attributing this personality to him out of nowhere, when it's incongruent with everything we've seen so far, would only serve to undermine his character and the uniqueness of it. none of this is to knock anyone whose opinion differs from mine! I'm just laying my thoughts out, for whatever that's worth. I've seen an unfortunate tendency in the community to lump the valentine in with the tweets and gonermaker text as all being on the same level of "obviously Gaster", and then tout it as proof that their headcanons are real. (we all have our headcanons! just don't be a dick about it eh?) at the end of the day, personally, I try to absorb and cling to as much canon evidence as possible, scant though it may be. because what I really really want, is to know who Gaster is. in the truest sense, as he is intended to be by his creator.

(but isn't it wonderful how much we all love this character, no matter how differently we may see him? I mean ultimately if we're not having fun here, then what's the point, right?)

but yeah, give the vid a watch! it goes into more detail and makes more compelling points than my sleepless brain can atm. :p

[sunset-synthetica]

also don't russians consider themselves white? isn't there a massive pro-progrom The Nasty Jews Stole All Our Money movement in russia? i know that ukraine is full of neo-nazis but then again i've seen white supremacists over here say that irish and spanish and greek people aren't actually white so maybe us nazis are just imagining putin is holding up some sort of great bastion of whiteness in the savage orient crap

it's. a fucking mess. like tldr and as we all hopefully know, race and particularly whiteness is bullshit and the latter changes its definition like every 5 seconds.

The Russians I've spoken to overall do consider themselves white or white + Slavic, and that's the funny thing. You have white supremacists in Russia claiming themselves to be the bastion of crackerism, and you have white supremacists in Czechia or Ukraine or fucking Germany saying Russians need to be exterminated or whatever the fuck because they're all evil Asians apparently, but also not the Cool Asians™ where they try to interfere with elections or spy on us, but the Barbaric Asians™ where they don't know what a toilet is.

It's basically just a bunch of artificially divided groups of Slavs going "that bitch 20km away from me across the border isn't white" while looking literally identical.

Nazism in Europe and particularly Eastern Europe is a whole fucking topic that I'd rather not get into rn because I'm tired as fuck, but tldr from my lived experience, it's given popularity by the staunch anti-communist mentality in post-Soviet countries. The USSR is the Big Bad and was literally the worst thing ever (paraphrasing) and it feels like as a result, Nazism and fascism overall gets not only dismissed, but elevated to a status where its opposition to communism is its saving grace. Communism and fascism are also the same apparently, which does not make sense, but when have reactionary beliefs ever been coherent?

[pkmnomegaverse]

Me not that long ago: I think I need to complicate the protags more. Calem can't be the only messy one. Perhaps Hilbert? He has vibes due to abandoning everyone he knows for like 2 years to track down some guy he might or might not be in love with.

VoloRei happens: Well...that's certainly one way to complicate a protag!

Although even past that, I've been thinking more and more on how Lucas being forced by Arceus to complete some vague mission in a different time period with no obvious way back home might fuck up a guy a little bit. Especially if I really do make PLA last like 2+ years. Arceus never actually says he'll send him home if he completes his "mission," Lucas is just left hoping/assuming that's what will happen if he follows along with what the God wants. If nothing else, would Lucas not have Feelings about it all. I've always characterized Lucas as being very "hero-oriented" which is why he takes to being Champion so well. Wants to emulate Cynthia in how he conducts himself. Be someone strong and determined like her, with a strong sense of protecting the people and Pokemon of Sinnoh. So I think, at first, he's able to justify things to himself as this whole situation is just a way to help the people and Pokemon of Hisui. Since surely whatever Arceus wants with him relates to that? And has he not always jumped to help people in need when they ask.

I don't talk about them near enough since it's not a shipping thing with those two, but Cynthia really is someone who's very important to Lucas' development. I think a lot about how the protags having to save the region so young, often without any direct help, might mess with them a bit. Force them to grow up too fast. But some of them do have people they can turn to and for Lucas, one of those people is Cynthia. Sure, for gameplay reasons, Lucas is the one having to take down Team Galactic, but the way I read it, had Lucas failed, Cynthia would have stepped in to stop Cyrus in the Distortion World. So it wasn't solely on Lucas to solve that problem. The Champion of Sinnoh was right there to help him.

Since Lucas has the majority of his memories in Sinnoh, I do think that colors how he sees Volo at first as well. The similarity in appearance between Volo and Cynthia is striking, he would very much notice it (inversely, Cyllene looking like Cyrus has a similar, but opposite effect in how he views her initially, not helped by how coldly she treats him during their first meeting). With Volo being one of the first people (other than Laventon) who is kind to him in Hisui before he "proves himself," its a double whammy for why he trusts Volo so quickly. Cynthia had been mentoring Lucas before he's sent to Hisui to succeed her as a proper Champion (technically he was already Champion, but I like the idea that when the Champion is someone too young, the previous Champion lingers to make the transition smoother). So, subconsciously, but likely even somewhat consciously as well, Lucas likes and trusts Volo quickly because he reminds him of Cynthia.

There's still enough differences between the two where as Lucas gets to interact with Volo more, his feelings for him change over time. Sees him and Cynthia as distinct, even as any similarities get him wistfully thinking about the people back home he's lost. I wouldn't say that Lucas ever had a crush on Cynthia per se, he had always had his heart set on Barry, but I think even he knows Cynthia is prime most eligible alpha bachelorette of Sinnoh. Their relationship was always professional, mentor/mentee if you will, but he knows objectively, someone like Cynthia is a catch.

So when he notices his feelings for Volo taking on a romantic edge, he's very much beating those feelings back, but is also kind of annoyed at himself since he never thought of Cynthia this way. Why should it be different with this guy. He chalks it up to being older now, that being on the cusp of adulthood (and for all intents and purposes living as an adult in Hisui) is what's complicating his feelings, but he's still annoyed at himself for it. Had he not decided to wait for Barry? It doesn't help he can never actually tell if Volo is subtly courting him or just being friendly (Akari is having to point out the first few times people try to court him, since different time period means he is not picking up on ye older day courting gestures, and he's not about to ask Akari to interpret Volo's actions for him), so vows to ignore the entire thing.

The larger reason he ignores any growing feelings though, and turns down any advances by others, is that in the back of his mind, he's assuming his stay in Hisui is temporary. He just needs to fulfill his mission from Arceus and then surely Arceus will send him home. In this context, would it not just hurt both himself and his partner if he is going to leave them behind in the end (it's an intentional parallel to why Volo avoids romantic attachments, similar reasoning of leaving the other person behind in the end. But one is kind, one is...less so).

Until the thrown of the the village event occurs and what follows makes Rei unable to ignore his growing feelings any longer.

[ofsvnshine]

‘ nicola coughlan, cis woman, she/her, 30 / 300, high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems eowynn caadlawon has finally made it to the capital, the lady from the dawn court is said to be bubbly and is said to describe themselves with faint laughter lines adorning tired eyes, warm as the sun and burning bright as one and fields of sunflowers and with all of this in mind their stubborn nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

statistics :

label: the philanthropist.

positive traits: bubbly, loyal, empathetic.

negative traits: stubborn, scatterbrained, idealistic.

orientation: bisexual, biomantic.

gender: cis woman ( she / her pronouns ).

age: 30. 300.

species: high fae.

position: lady (sibling to high lord).

court: dawn.

abilities: high fae powers, healing

mbti: enfp.

zodiac: cancer.

noteworthy features: fiery red hair, bright eyes, soft freckles across her nose, warm smile.

introduction :

you are the second eldest caadlawon, not the high lady, and you were thankful for that. you never wanted that kind of pressure, you knew that despite your best intentions, you would have never been cut out for that sort of responsibility or stress. growing up, healing came naturally to you. it came to you just as walking and talking, as if it was something you were inherently supposed to do as second nature. this of course sparked the attention of your father who wanted nothing more than to use your proficiency in healing to expand that to others, to help create a dawn court that was " unstoppable " due to their ability to withstand such illnesses & injuries. you hated it. at your core all you ever wanted to do was good and you felt as though you were only doing the opposite. when sera was born and she took to healing just as easy as you did, you were immediately protective of her, fearful that your father would move on to give her the same treatment. it was only when she developed more and more abilities that you became incredibly worried, knowing how he was doing the same he had begun to do to you, to her. and her powers were stronger, so you could only imagine. you did everything you could to keep her safe, stepping in whenever possible. but it was never enough against your father, unfortunately. you can only hope that you had done something to at least make things a bit better. all your life you have wanted to be useful, you have wanted to use your status and abilities for good. and without your father in the picture, you finally could. now you are much of a philanthropist for the dawn court, often traveling to other courts when illnesses arise and need healing, and mentoring many within your own court, teaching them healing so that they may go back and spread it and help others. you work closely with medics and faes from all walks of life to help train them in healing. you are incredibly bubbly and charismatic but stubborn and stern when need to be. you are warm and inviting, always ready to lend an ear to anyone. due to the fact that you are doing what always seems to be a million things at once you tend to be a bit scatterbrained too, sometimes forgetting commitments and overbooking yourself. your family is everything to you, and you'd do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy. at your core you are a helper.

wanted connections:

first love, ladies in waiting, oldest & best friend, those she mentors, enemies, more tbd !

[ananke-xiii]

You will always find me here, at the end of all things, still complaining about Supernatural S13.

At the end of the day I think the reason why I hate Apocalypse World is that a world without Sam and Dean is doomed to be a failed experiment from the start.

Loosely speaking, Supernatural has always been a sort of cosmogony, at first it’s very metaphorically so in that it’s a story that originates with its two protagonists and every other relevant character/event is created for them, because of them or thanks to them.  Later on it gets a little bit more literal in that God/Chuck’s obsession over Sam and Dean both makes them the stars of the show of the creation of his World(s) AND involves them with the events that led to the creation of the Universe (Amara, MoC) and its (possible) Apocalypse(s).

This means that, with the exception of Castiel (Castiel is always the exception in Supernatural), every character/event is necessarily weaved into Sam and Dean’s story. It’s not that I don’t care, for instance, about AW!Bobby. It’s that previously on Supernatural Bobby himself served as a function for Sam and Dean’s story. Everything about Bobby’s story (like his past and his friendships) serves either as a mirror or a parallel to the brothers’ story or to advance/hinder its progress. Same goes for Charlie. Therefore, when I find them in the Apocalypse World these characters are empty to me. Without their relation to Sam and Dean we don’t know who these people are. It goes without saying that, in a world that fundamentally exists because Sam and Dean were never born, these characters are totally uninteresting since we were not given the tools to care about them without the brothers in the first place.

Now, I think it’s cool that Mary goes into this post-apocalyptic world with Lucifer because the imagery reminds me both of “Swan Song” and it overturns the premises of the series as a whole. In s12 Mary is back in a world where she feels guilty and responsible for the atrocities happened to her own children. She also kinda feels like she doesn’t belong, plus she’s forced to accept to exist in a world she had doubly refused (a world without John and the hunting world) with her grown-ass children who, understandably, have their own expectations of who she should be. So I like the irony when Mary is tossed yet into another world, definitely a worse world than the one she was in before and yet, she feels freer here than there. Why? Because of course this is the both the world where she didn’t make the deal with Azazel (conscience: kinda clear) and the world where her own literal grown-ass children do not even exist. It’s grim to say, I know, but this doesn’t make it less cool.

The thing is that… as much as I personally would like to, Mary is not the protagonist of Supernatural. This is why spin-off exist you know, so interesting non-protagonist characters can become such and build their own narrative world. So a story where she wants to save the world she herself had doomed, while potentially interesting as I said, still leaves me a little meh. If you add what I said about other characters AND the fact that Apocalypse World is objectively just plain lame you can see why it was never going to be a successful experiment.

Now, let’s talk about Michael and Lucifer. These characters suffer from opposite diseases: while Lucifer is, by now, impossibly uninteresting without Sam (I understand why Lucifer cannot die until the very end of the show, but the how always matters, you know), Michael is potentially super interesting because of his failed relationship with Dean. As I’ve already said, such a thing cannot happen on Supernatural, a show where every character is Winchesters-oriented (partial exception: Castiel). So, of course, the whole plot eventually veers towards Michael’s possession of Dean.

Now I know this is all part of Dabb’s spiral narrative technique or whatever it’s called. Fine. My question is still why this way? The idea is cool but the how matters too. Part of the reason why S5 is cool is because of his many portrayals of the Apocalypse. It used a lot. A lot. Of Apocalyptic and Post-apocalyptic imagery (the zombies, the viruses, the Horsemen, the storm on Detroit, the War against each other and I might be missing some of them) and it eventually ended like all apocalyptic narratives end: with the disconfirmation of the apocalyptic prediction. It’s interesting because we see Sam and Dean actively work to prevent it. In the Apocalypse World we’re faced with the aftermath, which okay still quite cool but! There are no characters to make it interesting and Mary (and Jack) alone are unfortunately not enough to make it so. Conversely, Sam and Dean’s main goal in the season is not saving Apocalypse World but getting their mother and Jack back.

I don’t really vibe with this dissonance. The way I see it, the imbalance between substance and form is too strong, with the former being sacrificed at the altar of the latter.

I think Dabb’s, and to a letter extent, Carver’s retelling of s4-5 would’ve worked way better on paper, in a book or something (but actually thank you because you’ve provided infinite fodder for fanfic writers). With screenwriting we’re bound to the rules of the screen and there’s just so much that can be done when you want to retell 2-seasons worthy of apocalyptic material with a season where the Apocalypse is just an afterthought and the two protagonists don’t even actually care about it that much.

I’m curious as to what my thoughts will be after I re-watch s13. I plan to re-watch it in order to pay closer attention to Jack so I might change my mind. Or I might not. We’ll seeee!

[zombiebcit]

norman reedus. 50. cis man. he / him. ― i see you meet WILLIAM "WILL" GRIMES, huh? they are around for… well, it will be 1 AND A HALF YEAR, now. time flies when you are busy and as part of THE MILITIA, they are. if you want to meet them, they live in B1A2A, i think. people say they are ADAPTABLE + PROTECTIVE, but don’t piss them off, okay? because they can be also UNTRUSTING + UNREPENTANT, so be safe.

BASIC INFO

⸻ FULL NAME: William Daniel Grimes

⸻ AGE: 50

⸻ GENDER: cis man

⸻ PRONOUNS: he / him

⸻ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

⸻ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

⸻ SCARS / TATTOOS: many scars & tattos along whole body ;

⸻ OCCUPATION: before: many things ; now: militia ;

⸻ FAMILY: tba grimes ( child, wc ) ;

⸻ PLAYLIST: apologize by grandson ; i come with knives by iamx ; f.w.t.b by yonaka ( grandson remix ) ; 20 precent cooler by ken ashcorp ; devil by shinedown ; play dirty by kevin mcallister + [sebell] ; kill our way to heaven by michl ; devil's backbone by the civil wars ; follow you by bring me the horizon ; no one but you by every avenue ; ;

⸻ INSPO: carol peletier ( the walking dead ) , michonne ( the walking dead ) , ada wong ( resident evil ) , chris redfield ( resident evil ) , tess servopoulos ( the last of us ) , morrigan ( dragon age ) , flemeth ( dragon age ) , zaeed massani ( mass effect 2 ) , urdnot wrex  ( mass effect ) ;

STORY tw: child neglect, drugs, alcohol, discussion of abortion, mention of starvation, allusions to prostitution ;

will's parents didn't cared where he is or what he is doing at all. thye might not have raise their hands, but they didn't loved him either ;

it wasn't a surprise when will got caught up in the wrong crowd and everything that follows one - wild parties with poping whatever was there to just shut his mind off ;

and then, it happened. barely out of the magical line of finally legal age, will's one-night stand, a nice girl from good family who just wanted to have a go at the bad boy came to him with a positive pregnancy test ;

the easy way, the ' right ' way for them would be to go and end it. damn, will even said that to her face and sadi he will pay for it & drive her there.

and he did, but siting there, waiting and see her flinching at every little sound... looking at her stomach and thinking ' there could my kid grow ' made him feel weird.

so will blur out quick ' wait, just wait ' and they had a long and heavy talk about this all ;

she didn't wanted to get rid of kid, but didn't want to be a mother too, having to care about child when she just "started" her life and will... will wanted it now ;

so for the next months, he did everything to get clean, to get better, to find job, any job, and save a little for his kid ;

and then he hold his child in his arms for the first time and that was it. he was a parent.

it wasn't easy, even with the money the girl shoved in his hands few days after brith, with a quick ' just tell them i died. ' ;

he did his best to be a good father, remember what his own father did and did the opposite - care about his kid, telling them he loves them often, showing interest in any littlie thing they showed him ;

he was jumping from job to job, going hungry more often than not just to make sure his kid wasn't, that they had anything they needed ;

working as bartender, he began getting offerts and at some point, he started to accept them. a quick bj there and there was enough to put the food at the table and while he wasn't proud of it, he wasn't ashamed either ;

and then will meet him ;

will know the name man give him was false, he was too clean, tooo charming to be honest ;

but the job offer was too good to pass on, the money could get them out of the shoebox apartament and put his kid in college if will would be smart about spending ;

so he took it and then it was 'take this packcage there', ' keep this person save for evening ' , ' make this person talk ' ;

will did thing, clean out whatever was on his hands - blood more often than not - and go back to being loving father ;

he never told his kid what he did, now or before, just made sure they are as happy as they could ;

he was so proud of them, watching them groing into young adult and starting their own adventure in life ;

and then, the fucking apocalypse happened. at the start, he tried to call, desperate to get in contact with his kid, then he traveled to them just to find them gone ;

rationally, he knows they might be dead, but refuse to acknowledge it ;

it was hard for will to get used to safety of the domus spei, still is. but anytime he is out there, he is still looking ;

WANTED CONNECTIONS

⸻ 01. ' 𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄, 𝙺𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙾 '

child. ( main wc ) open. will had them very young, a result of one-night stand when he was 18-20yo, and he raised them alone. at the time when apocalypse happened, they were separated & will spend years looking for them without success. i would say they had pretty good relation but i am open to suggestions. this muse would be here for max 1-2 weeks.

⸻ more tba.

[stvvlblcde]

º ✧ 。–––  [  millie brady  ,  thirty  ,  cisfemale  ,  she/her  ]  welcome  MELONY ROYCE ,  the  LADY OF RUNESTONE  ,  to  king's  landing  !  the  ravens  have  carried  word  of  their  - AMBITIOUS  and  - RETICENT nature  ,  but  we  have  high  hopes  that  their + ARDENT  and  + DAUNTLESS  qualities  will  shine  through  .  when  you  think  of  them  ideas  of  watching dusk break into dawn from the small of your window,  girlhood forfeited in lieu of greatness, softly demanding the best of others, the choice between contentment and endless ambition come  to  mind  .   they  are  arriving  to  the  red  keep  ,  OPPOSITION  TO  house  velaryon  .  we  do  hope  that  whatever  happens  ,  they  play  the  game  wisely  .

tw death.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

name : melony royce. ( lony to those dear to her ).

title ( s ) : lady of runestone.

age : thirty.

orientation : bisexual.

religion : faith of the seven.

loyalty : house royce.

height : 5′6″. / 167cm

hair color : chestnut brown.

eye color : green.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑���𝐄 .

martial status : unwed & unbetrothed.

children  :  none.

father : former ruling lord andar royce. ( deceased. )

mother : former ruling lady royce. ( deceased. )

siblings : ruling lord orys royce, lord/lady/liege utp royce, liege petra royce.

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .

the second babe born to house royce entered the world shrieking far louder than the bells that rang in the ports. it was a warning call for the precocious child that melony would grow to be, for she was constantly asking questions and tugging on her mother’s skirts to ask why her brother got lessons she was not allowed to attend. the woman, ever kind and gentle towards her children, guided her curious daughter towards the library and the vast amount of stories that resided there. gifting melony with a hunger for knowledge that she still carries to this day.

growing up, her eldest brother was her first best friend- a bond forming between the pair that made them near inseparable. often following after orys, going from crawling to running so that she may chase after him easier. this is a trait that melony still carries to this day, eyes nearly always searching for her brother’s reaction and guidance first in most situations. when their mother died it was him that she gravitated to for comfort more than their father.

when their mother passed, melony felt as if a piece of her heart was gone with her. merely a young girl when it all happened, the shift in who their father once was terrified her at first. seeking out brother as she had done before, but with the new knowledge that they had those younger than them to protect. melony knew she could not save their brother from his wrath, so she shifted herself to shield the younger ones as orys had always done before. following his example once more,

now, several years older and wiser, melony is incredibly proud of her family and what have they done, but a part of her wishes for more. the harsh words their father had called her, called them to her, are still an echoing voice in the back of her mind. a piece of her wants, needs, to prove the dead man wrong. to help her brother achieve something greater than themselves because of it. the woman is fiercely loyal and protective of her siblings, daring anyone to be anything but kind to them, less they feel her wrath and cutting words.

melony is more guarded with her feelings outside of her family now, keeping her true opinions primarily to herself or the few she’s holds dearest to her. she always has a kind smile and a listening ear, but whether or not she tells the advice is another thing altogether.

while she has no desire to engage in this courting game with the prince, melony has entertained the invitation if only to hopefully spare her other siblings. she knows orys does not wish to force any of them into a false marriage, she knows that declining such an “ honor “ would look distasteful. and while she despises the velaryons for what they did to ceria’s brother, she knows they cannot risk seeking the crown’s wrath currently.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

broken betrothal (s): this was something that ended within the past few years, we can plot out whatever you want! 

past and/or current flings: self explantory but mostly a physical connection on surface levels, because melony does not trust easily. 

pen pals: people that she met the few times she visited court or stayed with the baratheons in stormlands, she adores writing letters and often sent two pages each time, 

friends!! 

this is my biggest weakness tbh. i run out of steam and don’t know what to write

[packernet]

New Post has been published on https://www.packernet.com/blog/2023/10/24/this-is-what-rebuilding-looks-like/

This is what rebuilding looks like

The current Green Bay Packers are not in the race for a Super Bowl. We have known this for close to one year now, from the great trade that took place in the spring. Their 19-17 loss against the Broncos in Denver on Sunday underscored this matter. There is a chance they might catch fire and vie for a wild card berth or even cause an upset in the wild-card round, though this is highly unlikely.

Led by their new QB Jordan Love, Sunday’s game was basically a battle of two struggling teams. The stage couldn’t have been better arranged for the Packers. It appeared that a substantial 35 percent of the audience was adorned in the team’s distinctive green and gold colors. The Broncos, known for their subpar offense and terrible defense, seemed to present the perfect opportunity for the Packers to capitalize on these advantages right from the opening whistle. However, it didn’t pan out that way.

Lackluster Offense

Just as they had in the preceding two weeks, the Packers’ offense lacked the initial spark they needed. After a strong start in the first six quarters of the season, Love’s performance has steadily declined, save for a standout fourth quarter in the game against the Saints. The display in last night’s game was nothing short of unattractive.

Whatever plays Coach Matt LaFleur is devising for the initial 15 plays of the game are clearly falling flat. This is the same person who’s renowned as an offensive mastermind and someone adept at working with young quarterbacks, right? We are uncertain about the methods or if LaFleur can steer the team in a different direction, but one potential approach would be to inject some motivation.

No complimentary football

Right now, the offensive unit appears to be going through the motions without much enthusiasm, resembling a group of individuals lacking energy and purpose. The sole positive aspect of Sunday’s game was the defense’s ability to limit the Broncos to 19 points. However, they faltered when, with a 17-16 lead in the fourth quarter, they allowed the Broncos to march right down field for the game-winning field goal.

Nevertheless, holding the opposition to 19 points represents successful football, particularly when you possess an offense that is considered below average.

We should not abandon our faith in Love under any circumstances. I believe he will gain valuable experience from this game, especially from his final pass.

This team won’t beat Dallas, Detroit, Philly or San Francisco. They could upset one of the rest of the rabble of NFC teams, but not the top four, who are all clearly a tier above the 2023 Packers.

Expectations for the Packers this year are not very high. We should however acknowledge that we’re just in the sixth week of a long NFL season. That said it’s crucial for the Packers to secure a victory in their next game.

A critical aspect for the Packers is restoring balance to their offensive game. Aaron Jones has been absent for most of the last five games. In his absence, the Packers’ running game has been virtually non-existent. Although he did see some playing time this week, head coach Matt LaFleur’s questionable decision to limit his snaps made it seem like a wasted spot on the game-day roster.

Building for 2024 and 2025

As many pragmatic Packers supporters understand, the team is in the process of rebuilding with an eye toward the 2024-25 season. The primary focus is on addressing salary cap issues and nurturing the potential of recent draft picks to become established talents. In my perspective, this implies that any potential trade executed by the Packers before the NFL trade deadline would likely be oriented towards next year rather than the current season. In other words, it would involve trading existing talent for the promise of future potential.

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[capsicrew]

How is your character with touch? Are they a big hugger, relishing in spending time and connecting with others, or is the thought of someone touching their skin completely overwhelming? Does this desire for touch change under specific circumstances (someone who hates touch loving it for that one person, a very affectionate person hating being touched when they're crying, etc)?

Thanks for the ask! I can answer this for everyone--

Jalliim does like to connect through touch, but tends to be over-sensitive in respecting people's space. He'd never initiate contact with someone he didn't know very well, but can be close with his friends. Reciprocating, however, he is very open--even with people he may only have just met.

Capsisi is NOT, though. Under 99% of circumstances, she would prefer to keep folks keep their hands to herself. She's not gotta put up a scene if, like, Kola came in for a hug for some reason, but you can tell, like, when a person is being hugged and they don't like it--Capsisi's like that lmao. That last 1% would be in, like, the aftermath of some very serious shit like saving the world, then she'll let people be congratulatory or whatever, but better to get back to normal soon.

Kola is a very touch-focused person, and swings around with her bright emotions. She's always goes in for a hug, or an arm around the shoulder or grabbing arms and hands. She knows, like, Capsisi doesn't like this and will attempt to avoid bothering her, but can forget. As long as she puts the weapons down first lol (no accidents yet !). This stays true if she's upset, as well--a good way to comfort her would be with physical touch or a tight hug.

Beutiq is hard to read, as is typical for him. He doesn't seem to neither like nor dislike being touched, as he doesn't give any sort of indication one way or the other when it happens. Reserved as he is, though, hugging him might just kinda feel like hugging a tree or a lamp post. It'll stand there, for sure. He's working on being more emotionally available, but it's a steel slope. He's also not one to initiate contact--but again, more for just that being how he is rather than any distaste.

Ejvi is much less of a touch-oriented person than you might expect. Like Kola, she has a big personality and often speaks with her hands and body movement--but doesn't incorporate much physical contact, keeping to her own sort of "bubble." She doesn't have trouble reciprocating, but its rare for her to get to it herself. Probably the big exception would be getting intimate, of course (and even then, she tends to do more initiating than receiving). Opposite of Kola, though, she prefers to be left alone if she's upset. Depending on in what way she's upset, it could even make her more angry. Fortunately, it's pretty rare that she gets even close to that upset.

[imadudeenaugustsarvahusayn]

140) 2014

Only by this. But I'm sure I won't meet Ms. Rowling.

All that remains is that 2017 Reddit moment.

Onwards. ±54.

I'm the left of the screen one. But, yes Poland is for rest. US Countryside is like a good place to visit too at times. I'm more in the US rather Mehico but want to visit ABQ. Thérèse, hard compound tires. I already did my part with South. For adrenaline, or Polish ladies you have a thing or two? I don't know, I don't know everything.

Balkan visit too, İstanbul.

But anyway, I'm not coming, but receiving now sexually. Got no bedding whilst it's fame outside. Inside is one last ride. 🇮🇩.

From my notes📝, ehm, since I have only 3 that would me enough☯️🏡. Ola(Invert), Michelle(Jugs, Aryan jugs), Elif(Turkish Baroque Japanese house). İclal too if we meet.

Even until ±54, 2054. I only need 3 of them. I'm half empty. Ola, I will not go to Sonia or else before my body language is healthy. Also beside so Poles uncle inside, the world is really bigger than me, whatever I'm this and that. And 2023-±2054 will not enough. I just wanted satisfaction which is align with my taste when the Svastika rotare.

Amber Bain, Maya, also not ordinary, It's I need to restore body language. Can't get it to A+ List celeb world for now, my body language.

My childhood is a society, that if you ask questions in the classroom is like wall-street trading.

From notes📝,

Poland, Ola makes me want to, I mean it's enough, who doesn't like to mend w/ it's invert at least for me. Imagining it is so good. Good Lord.

Russia, if girl is beautiful it is so beautiful. But if it's ugly, then it's like construction worker that formed like aunties. No middle ground ever.

Eastern Europe, base operative 😬, once Sarajevo in my note.

Is there any hijabi MENA-Levant-Edirne-Iranian girls that not fat? Mostly that ubiquitous that isn't. I have this thing with with. But it goes both ways.

Hungary, Architecture Revival Roger Scrutopia.

Peaceful Ukraine.

UK, lips surgery, black armpits, Banter.

French, SJWs & angry forever like Beşiktaş. Except Countryside, it's like opposite of US one. French girls is like selected ones it seems, the Chevalier ones, real deal French.

German, Bavarian area only. I'm Orient but, you know the rest. Swiss Alps, with Bavarian girls.

Oceania, if I back South, Alycia Debicki New Lorde.

Irish, Saoirse whilst Hayley visit it too might be, but that's for A+ List kinda thing, I'm half empty guy.

Scottish Highlands, Irish is like reminiscing in high cliffs along the shore hearing the echoes of the waves, whilst dancing in warmth of hospitality in its pub, Scots is highlands, its reverbs sound, Freeedooom!, is shouting in the hills with its reverbs accompanied with rivers in the horizon, it can be as heard the echoes of moaning in PG ratings wit the gals inside a hut in the mountains.

Iceland & Scandinavian, I like cold weather. Only know the girls are blonde. And Vikings, ehm I like to be dominated.

Ehm, domina, back at it again, Scottish Highlands & US Countryside, if one day it is happening, I visualize myself hearing moaning of the girls echoes in Scotland highlands & in campsite of US countryside with its swamps & accompanied by raven sounds, when it's not near the, as I roam in.

Netherland of course, 3/8±. Dicks out for Harambe Dick Winters.

Architecture; Alhambra & Samarkand.

Also, I will stamp your chest w/ numbers📸 & save it. I like to, I have fetish of it. Imagine 1 Google Photos folder with lots of number stamps in the beautiful.

Now I'm rest, hope one day I don't need to being stomped per usual to feel it normal. At least I'm not being punched for being walking anymore. I'm professional in jerking off.

I have peace & able to jerk off. What I need now is no more painting Body Paint mo more. Then maybe I able to find job. My apartment girls not DTF. But I found out recently, I'm not too. Not White Girls.

Alright thats my 10s🇹🇷🇩🇪���🇧 with 00s too that there's nothing in it. And that you all know, I make moves 🗺️.

Also I don't even know how to fuck, really. I want to learn but there's always barrier, beside there's no girls for it. I can't even drive a car.

my awesome movie list of 2014:

birdman (dir. alejandro gonzález iñárritu)

the imitation game (dir. morten tyldum)

whiplash (dir. damien chazelle)

interstellar (dir. christopher nolan)

gone girl (dir. ben affleck)

foxcatcher (dir. bennet miller)

wild (dir. jean-marc vallée)

inherent vice (dir. paul thomas anderson)

the theory of everything (dir. james marsh)

the hobbit (dir. peter jackson)

i origins (dir. mike cahill)

the grand budapest hotel (dir. wes anderson)

boyhood (dir. richard linklater)

nightcrawler (dir. dan gilroy)

[witchthewriter]

Hey ! I hope this finds you in good health ☺️ It would be about the ships, for House of the Dragon, Game of thrones & Marvel (with men preferably)

Level : 4

Genre: Afab using She/Her 🌸

Age : 21

Orientation: I wonder, straight i think…

Astrology: Scorpio Sun, Cancer Moon & Libra Rising

Mbit: INTP

Alignement: Charotic Neutral🌗

House: Slytheryn every time

Aesthetic: Academia (light and dark), Royal core, cottage core

Looks: skin is mid-tone-brown like milk-chocolate if I should find a comparison? Naturally shoulder-length 4b dark hair but I straightened them and sports a Hime cut (shoulder blades ??). 160cm, 5.2ft I think?. Russet Brown eyes. Have a pear shaped body, I am overweight but all went to the tits, hips and thighs: my tummy is just lightly pudgy (thank god ?)

Love language: Quality time & Words of affirmation. I fall slowly but I fall so horribly hard that I avoid the possibility, love makes me dumb. From me to a partner, I am Big fan of PDA: would cuddle, hold hand and hug everywhere if the other party is okay with it, lap pillows and head scratches anyone?

Personality: Well my friends find me funny though it’s just me being serious (turns out I kind of like the fact that I can make them laugh without trying though sometimes I know it is I my own expense)

As an eldest child of a West-African family I’ve been a second mom to my siblings as soon as I entered my teen and various other “situations” make me a naturally nurturing and maternal person to those around me. Yes it came with its own set of trauma but okay- Yes I am the mom friend ! Pretty responsible if I say so myself, I love to take care of my dearest ones.

Now… I don’t care about a lot of things and am vocal only around those I am confortable around so people tend to think me calm and patient but I do have a limit and I turn virulent,mean even, when it gets crossed. So I prefer to talk things out as soon as I feel tension or annoyance.

I love drama. Not being caught in it, no I am mostly out of that, but being there when it goes down is chef’s kiss (specially when I called it out 🫢)

I don’t pay strangers and what they think of me no mind. I don’t care. But someone important to me’s opinion is the polar opposite, I get self conscious and angsty over it.

Thing’s I am good at: Singing , drawing, caring for children, cooking & mending clothes !

Trivia :

- Like most of the people here I think, I am multilingual (4 languages)

- love to learn about other cultures (a mythos geek !)

- Love piercings and other then the regular lob I had a smiley pierced and planning on a septum or a nostril

- I attach a lot of worth to gifts (I still have the teddy bear giving to me at birth by my aunt next to my pillow) gift me something and I might keep it for decades !

- Live to read and sleep, I love me a good nap and am a nigh owl : please spare me my mornings 😢

- If I am left alone I sing my days away

- I hate dishonesty and disrespect, one would talk to me wrong once, or worse lie and I’d be done (friendship, romantic, family you name it)

- If one is “worth it” to me I am willing to put my foot down and argue, even if it ends up upsetting that person. I will tell the truth and what I think need to be said in order to help and fix whatever situation it is. Would “fight you to save you” as some say…

- If it were me or the world, I’d choose me. My safety and well-being : is ain’t no hero😅

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Spiderman/Peter Parker! I think you two would be such a cute couple. You would definitely worry about Peter and why he has bruises and injuries. He does like the attention from you.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Will write words with his webbing; "I love you", "I miss you"

・He rests his chin on your head when you hug/cuddle

・When he goes off on missions you feel like you can't breathe until he comes back. But every time he does, he has something for you - a necklace, a book, a trinket etc

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ Flying with Mother by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Puppy Dog Eyes

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

He loves when you sing, he could listen to it all day. Even if you aren't the best singer, he really doesn't care. He just likes to hear you.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Your best friend would be Wanda! I think your personalities are similar in some ways, and you would be a nurturing person she can turn to.

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Podrick! He is so overlooked, like he has never done anything wrong??? He is such a sweetheart and so incredibly loyal. He would definitely fall first, especially at first sight, and you would be on his mind non-stop.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Will help you dress in the morning, and undress at night

・Does a lot of things for you - washing your clothes, drying and folding them. Plating up your dinner, filling your cup. Until you realise it's because he was a squire for so long. You then tell him he doesn't have to do that, he can relax.

・He's more of a listener than a talker, but once he had too much wine and he wouldn't stop talking. He admitted so much to you, and that would've been the moment he let out that he loves you

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ The Train by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Love At First Sight

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

He loves when you get passionate about something and rant about it. He would listen to you talk all day. You're just perfect in his eyes.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Your best friend would be Sansa Stark; she would feel like she could be honest with you, without worrying about backlash. Being honest is something that she rarely grew up with at King's Landing.

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Harwin Strong! I honestly think he is the least problematic and most wholesome man in this universe.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You feel very safe in his arms - he's so tall and strong that you feel invincible. He likes PDA and wouldn't care who was watching, he would hold you as close as possible.

・Always offers his arm, literally all the time. You slip your arm between his and he holds you close to him as you walk

・You guys would totally marry and it would be such a gorgeous wedding! He's the type of guy to cry when he sees his wife walk down the aisle

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ Nancy From Now On by Father John Misty

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Childhood Marriage Promise

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Your maternal personality and how you take the role of the mom friend in the group.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Your best friend would be Alicent, I think you both have a lot of responsibility thrust on your shoulders and can see the freedom of others with jealous eyes.

[theladyofdeath]

Heels {Rowaelin}

The prompt: walks in front of their crush in stripper heals and a short skirt because they want their attention

Rowan x Aelin os

Written with @snelbz​

There was no way this could be a good idea.

Aelin was sitting on her bed, watching as Lysandra flicked through her closet. She had told her that tonight was the night and had recruited her to help her do what she considered nearly impossible.

She was going to get the attention of Rowan Whitethorn.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know she existed, it was quite the opposite. He was one of her friends, having met during orientation week their freshman year, and as their group grew, so did their friendship. But after three and a half years, she had very solidly gotten her stuck as just that: his friend.

“You’re wasting your time,” Aelin crooned, flipping through the timeline on her phone. 

“Bullshit,” Lysandra muttered, flipping through the clothes in her closet. “You need to feel confident, Aelin. Rowan is obsessed with you, and you’re obsessed with him. This whole thing is ridiculous.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, but remained quiet. 

“How about this?” Lysandra asked, pulling out a denim mini skirt and black halter cropped top. As Aelin was about to reply, Lysandra said, “Say nothing. Put it on.”

With a roll of her eyes, yet again, Aelin did as much. Once she had the skirt and top on, she looked in the mirror. 

And she looked hot as hell.

“Shoes?” Aelin asked, despite herself. 

“Oh, I have the perfect heels,” Lysandra said, fleeing from the room. She came back a moment later with a pair of black stilettos that were Aelin’s  size. 

Scoffing, Aelin held them up. “I’m going to break my neck.”

Lysandra snorted and flounced back into the bathroom where she continued to straighten her hair. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Fine,” Aelin amended. “I’m going to break my ankle.” She set the shoes on her bed and joined Lysandra in the bathroom to finish getting ready.

She let Lysandra curl her hair, but drew the line when she offered to do her makeup. They had very different styles when it came to that and while Lysandra looked drop dead gorgeous with her cat-eye liner and ruby red lips, Aelin would never be able to pull it off.

“Where is this party even at?” Lysandra asked, pulling her hair back into a stylish ponytail.

“Lorcan’s.” Aelin was trying to keep her hand steady as she applied the thin line of liquid eyeliner to her upper lid. “I think Elide convinced him to throw it.”

Lysandra snorted, applying her mascara.  “Sounds right. Lorcan isn’t exactly the host-type.”

Aelin grinned, tossing her eyeliner in her makeup bag. “Alright, hurry up. I want to make my entrance.”

With a roll of her eyes, Lysandra took one last look in the mirror and declared herself ready and they were off.

Lorcan’s apartment was just on the edge of campus, so the two girls walked and earned the eager glances of many as they did so.

Aelin took it as a good sign.

“Will Aedion be here tonight?” Lysandra asked, shooting a glance over at Aelin.

She groaned. “Probably.” She still couldn’t believe that her roommate actually had the hots for her cousin. He was practically her brother and the thought of him in any sort of compromising position made her want to gag. “If you hook up with him tonight, please do it at his place. I can’t afford therapy on my barista’s salary.”

“Trust me,” Lysandra said, adjusting her ponytail as they approached the steps to Lorcan’s. “I plan on giving you complete privacy at the apartment tonight. And you better take advantage of it.”

Butterflies grew in the pit of Aelin’s stomach. 

She planned to, hoped to, wanted to…but, she had to catch Rowan’s eye first - something that made her nerves go haywire. 

Lysandra must have caught it, because they stopped outside of Lorcan’s door and Lysandra made Aelin face her. 

“You look gorgeous,” she said, and brushed Aelin’s hair back. “He’d be an idiot not to come after you.”

That was the goal, after all. Aelin was not going to be the one doing the chasing. She wanted Rowan to see her, want her, not be able to take his eyes off of her. She knew he’d be here, the party was at his best friend’s apartment, knew that everyone from their friend group would show up. Yet she was absolutely fucking terrified he’d see her and have zero reaction.

She played it off with a joke though. Scoffing, she tossed her hair over a shoulder. “He’d better. I didn’t book an emergency appointment with my waxer for nothing.”

If Lysandra noticed the fake bravado — which she absolutely did, she and Aelin had become as close as sisters over the past three years — she didn’t call her out on it. Instead, she smirked, smacked Aelin on the ass, and said, “Then let’s go get your man.”

The music could be heard from a block away, and when they opened the front door, the apartment was already packed.

People definitely noticed them come in, though, including Elide who was running towards them, a drink in hand. “It’s about time you two showed up!”

“The host himself isn’t here to greet us?” Aelin mocked, giving Elide a hug.

Elide chuckled as she rolled her eyes. “He’s been out on the balcony for about a half hour, avoiding all human interaction.”

“Sounds about right,” Lysandra replied, rolling her eyes, but then she began looking around the spacious townhouse Lorcan and Elide shared. “You haven’t seen Aedion tonight, have you?”

Elide gave Aelin a knowing glance, but said, “Last I saw, he was playing beer pong with Fenrys. Don’t know who the poor bastards getting their asses handed to them were, but they’re probably still in the kitchen.”

Lysandra gave Aelin a wink. “Good luck.” And then she was gone, lost in the bodies dancing to the music.

Her part in tonight was done, to help Aelin get Rowan’s attention. It was all up to Aelin now, so Lysandra was free to find someone to occupy her own time. Even if the thought of who she’d be with made Aelin want to shudder.

Alone with Aelin, or as close to it as they could be, Elide let out a low whistle as she finally took in Aelin’s outfit. “I have a feeling that outfit isn’t just to impress me.”

“Does that mean you’re not impressed?” Aelin asked, pretending to pout. 

Elide looped her arm through Aelin’s and led her to the bar. “I’m always impressed, but I don’t think you care so much about my opinion, do you?”

Aelin snorted as she began to look around, but Elide saved her the struggle.

“He’s on the patio with Lor,” Elide said, simply. “Don’t worry. I’ll drag his ass back in here soon and Rowan will follow.”

Elide poured them both a shot, which Aelin gladly took and even asked for another. But when Manon and Asterin Blackbeak showed up, she waved Elide off to go greet her friends, and leaned against the bar, debating on a third shot.

She wasn’t trying to get shitty tonight, just a little messy, but her nerves were beginning to grow again.

Just as she decided to say fuck it, and get another shot, and heard a whistle from behind her. She turned and found Dorian Havilliard staring at her legs.

Or maybe he was staring at her ass.

They had messed around her freshman year, when his dorm room was just down the hall from hers, but it had never been anything more than that between them, and they agreed that they were better as friends. It didn’t mean they didn’t have fun though.

She smirked as she tossed the glass back and set it down on the bar top, before turning to him. “See anything you like?”

“I see quite a few things I like,” he said, raising his drink in salute. “Then again, only a fourth of your skin is covered, so there’s a lot to look at.”

Aelin laughed, quietly, and clinked her empty shot glass against his full bottle. “Gotta show off what the gods gave me.”

“As you should,” he agreed with a wink. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

“Well, it is school, and I actually study,” Aelin said, turning to refill her shot glass.

Dorian had the audacity to look offended. “Hey, I study, too.”

Aelin laughed as she turned back around. “Reading a bunch of books that have nothing to do with any of your classes doesn’t count as studying, Dor.”

“But they’re so much more interesting,” he replied, chuckling as he thought of the boring curriculum he studied for his pre-law degree.

Aelin rolled her eyes as she tossed back the shot and set it behind the bar. Four shots was enough. She’d be fun, she’d be confident, but she wasn’t tipsy enough to make an ass of herself.

Yet.

“I assume all of this skin isn’t for me, so who are you trying to impress?” Dorian asked, and then added, with a wink, “Chaol?”

Huffing a laugh, Aelin shook her head. “Absolutely not. That ended in a disaster and I’m not inclined to repeat it.”

The sliding glass door opened and Aelin’s eyes snapped to the door, before she quickly turned away before Lorcan and Rowan stepped inside.

“Oh,” Dorian chuckled, softly. “Whitethorn then.”

It wasn’t a question.

He had moved imperceptibly closer and she knew how it would look to Rowan. For whatever reason, she decided she wanted him to be jealous she was talking to another guy.

Even if she had no idea whether or not he’d even noticed her.

“Is this who I am now?” Dorian asked, quietly, leaning into her ear, fully aware that it looked like he was coming onto her. “Your super hot wingman?”

Aelin snorted, and didn’t bother moving away. “My overly cocky wingman, maybe.”

Dorian huffed a laugh. “I still take it as a compliment.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be flirting up Manon instead of fake flirting with me?” Aelin whispered, quietly. She glanced at Rowan, who was filling up a red solo cup.

“I like to make Manon wait,” Dorian said, running a finger up Aelin’s forearm. “She gets jealous, too, and it makes things so much more exciting in the bedroom.”

“Thanks for the image, Dor,” Aelin said, pushing away the need to roll her eyes and flick him in the nose.

He and Manon weren’t exclusively in a relationship, but everyone knew they hooked up with each other, and only each other. But, again, totally not exclusive.

“Besides,” Dorian mused, his finger skimming Aelin’s arm. “She’s busy doing body shots with Asterin. I’ll enjoy her later.”

Aelin snorted, reaching behind the bar and pulling an ice cold beer from the open cooler. She handed it to him and he opened it for her, flicking the cap in the air as if it were a coin.

He let it fall to the bar top as he leaned in to whisper in her ear one last time. “Pretty sure that’s my cue.”

She followed his gaze across the room, and found Rowan looking at her. Watching her and Dorian both.

“Have fun,” he added, before sauntering off towards the kitchen.

Rowan watched Dorian walk away to the other side of the room where he sat to watch Aedion and Fenrys continue to dominate in beer pong.

When Rowan’s eyes trailed back to Aelin, she was already watching him, a slightly-forced mischievous smile on her lips.

On the inside, she felt like she was going to puke.

He made his way across the room, pausing in front of her and slipped his free hand into his pocket. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” she said, and she wasn’t sure why it sounded so breathless.

“I didn’t see you get here,” he said, taking a sip of his beer.

She did the same, fighting the urge to toss her hair over a shoulder. “You were outside.” She realized that told him she was keeping tabs on him and she quickly added. “I mean, Elide told me Lorcan was outside, so I assumed you had to be with him.”

He smirked. “Right. Well, I was. It’s a little crowded in here.” She nodded, but he went on. “However, seems like you didn’t mind when Havilliard was over here with you. Not too crowded for you, then, huh?” 

Aelin slowly lifted a golden brow. If Rowan wanted to play, she would play. “Not crowded enough for someone to be blocking your view of me with Dorian, apparently.”

A light lit up Rowan’s green eyes as his jaw twitched, suppressing a grin. “I can always count on you to manipulate my words and their meaning, Galathynius.”

Aelin’s grin was wide. “Someone has to keep you in your place, Whitethorn.” 

“And is that you?” He asked, voice low as he took a drink from his cup. “The person that’s going to keep me in my place?”

Aelin’s eyes glittered as she took another drink. It was always easy with Rowan. They could talk for hours, that witty banter, back and forth. But, that’s all that had ever happened between them: simple conversation. 

From the way she caught him watching her legs as she took a drink, though, she thought tonight may just end up as she planned.

A hell of a lot more than simple conversation.

“Want to dance?” She asked.

His eyes slowly slid up her body to meet her gaze. “You know I don’t dance, Ace.”

She took a long, slow drink from her bottle. “Not even with me?”

“Not with anyone,” he said, crossing his arms and resting a hip against the bar.

It was a miracle no one had interrupted them, but the bulk of the drinks had been set up in the kitchen.

“That’s a shame,” Aelin sighed, finishing off her beer and tossing the empty bottle in the trash can. “I would love to dance, but I don’t have anyone to dance with.”

Rowan said, “I’m sure you can find someone, especially with how you’re dressed tonight.”

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “And how is that?”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look drop dead fucking sexy,” he replied, without missing a beat. “I just don’t get why.”

“What do you mean?” Aelin asked.

“Why try so hard?” He asked, head cocked to the side. “Who are you trying to impress?”

Cocky bastard. She could see it in his eyes, he knew what he was doing and she hated him for it.

Hated that she loved it, anyway.

“What need would I have to impress anyone?” Aelin asked, chin raised. “I think I’m naturally perfect in every way.”

Rowan chuckled. “Then you should’ve come in your sweatpants and a tank top.”

Aelin rose a brow.

Rowan shrugged. “I think that’s when you’re sexiest.”

With that, with his cup pressed to his lips, he turned and walked away.

Aelin blinked after him, not sure she was sure she heard him right. He made his way through the people and headed back to the door leading out onto the balcony, stopping to say something to Lorcan. He waved him off and then Rowan was slipping back outside, while Aelin just started after him.

She pushed her way through the crowd, which was easier said than done when you weren’t a six-foot-four giant who mildly scared the shit out of everyone by scowling at them, but she eventually made it to the door. Sliding it open, she stepped out into the balmy night air.

“You can’t say shit like that and then just disappear,” Aelin said, finding him exactly how she’d expected to.

Rowan was leaned against the wall, the sole of one booted foot pressed against it as well. A lit cigarette dangled from his fingers. She gave him shit about smoking all the time, but knew he only did it when he drank.

Or when he had something on his mind.

He held the cigarette out to her, but she gave him a look. “You know better than to offer me that.”

Rowan just grinned and put it back between his lips. “You’re missing the party.” 

“What did you mean?” Aelin asked, standing opposite of him, leaning against the railing. 

“When?” he asked, looking up at the sky.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rowan,” she snapped, and it got his attention. 

Blowing a puff of smoke into the cool night air, he met her gaze and slowly shook his head. He gestured to her outfit, to the heels that were making her feet ache. “What is this?”

“They’re clothes,” she said. “For a party.”

“They’re Lysandra’s,” he replied, simply. 

“I can’t wear my roommate’s clothes?” Aelin scoffed. “What the hell is wrong with you tonight-.”

“Why can’t you just admit that you’re just trying to impress someone?” he interrupted, watching her, that light in his eye fading. “You’ve never been not-confident a day in your life. Whoever it is that you’re trying to impress, he obviously isn’t worth it if it causes you to be someone you’re not.”

Aelin looked down at the cropped halter top, the skirt that hardly reached her thighs, the heels that she was certain would cause blisters. “This is someone I’m not?”

Rowan slowly shook his head. “Last time we went out, you wore that little golden slip dress….” He shook his head, reminiscing on the memory. “That was you. You wore sneakers and you were still barefoot halfway through the night, dancing on the patio. What you’re wearing now - yeah, you look gorgeous - but I can tell you’re not comfortable in it.” 

“If I’m trying to get someone’s attention, maybe my usual isn’t best. Especially if it pushes me out of my comfort zone,” she snapped back, her hands on her hips. “And why is it such a problem if I’m trying to impress someone? Dorian was impressed.”

“Dorian doesn’t drool all over you like a dog in heat,” he replied. “He respects you, regardless of what you’re wearing, how much skin you’re showing off. But if you’re trying to impress some D bag who will only notice you if you’re dressed like that, you might want to reconsider.”

“And what if I was trying to impress you?” She asked, getting in his face, cigarette smoke and whiskey breath be damned. “What if I was trying to get your attention, Rowan?”

His jaw locked and his eyes searched hers, as if he was trying to find the underlying meaning in what she was saying, even if there wasn’t one. 

“Then you’d be wasting your time,” he said, at last.

It felt like a knife had been shoved into Aelin’s ribs with every word that had come out of his mouth. Begging herself not to cry in front of him, she went to take a step away, but Rowan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him.

Their chests were nearly touching, and his hand trailed from her wrist, into her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers.

He took the cigarette from his lips and said, “You’d be wasting your time because you impress me every time that I’m around you.”

“You never act like it,” she breathed, shaking her head. “You never do anything, and you’ve never tried to make a move. What the hell else was I supposed to do?”

He flicked the cigarette over the rail and let go of her hand, only to frame her face with both of his. “This.”

And then his lips were on hers, and Aelin didn’t care that she could taste residual smoke or stale beer. She knew she didn’t taste much better. All that mattered was that Rowan was kissing her and his hands were on her face and hers were tangled up in his shirt. His tongue slid against hers and she had to fight to stop the moan that threatened to slip out of her.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. “That,” he said, breathlessly. “That is what you should have done to get my attention.”

Aelin swallowed, harshly. “Do it again.”

Rowan didn’t have to be convinced. His hands slid down her back as he brought his mouth to hers, and he pulled her body uptight against his. They stayed out there for a long time, for hours, uninterrupted. 

At one point, she saw Dorian come by and lock the balcony door, so everyone else would get the hint to stay the hell away.

Wingman of the year.

They stayed on the balcony, kissing and laughing and kissing some more, until the party wound down. Around two, Lorcan let them inside, and Aelin pulled Rowan out of the apartment and across campus to her own. 

True to Lysandra’s word, she was nowhere to be found.

The second Aelin stepped into her apartment, she kicked off her heels and was swept into Rowan’s arms. He carried her into her bedroom, where he stripped her down, out of her roommate’s clothes.

Rowan Whitethorn saw all of her.

She had his full attention. 

[quinn-mathison]

[ Jacob Dudman, Male, He/Him ] whatever you think you know about QUINN MATHISON, the 24 (26 ACTUAL) year old, BISEXUAL, LOCAL, it is likely time for you to start reconsidering. the rumored HELLHOUND is often described as KIND HEARTED + PROTECTIVE, but don’t let them fool you; they can also be NAIVE + RESERVED, which often has them regarded as the THE RELUCTANT. they are a CLERK at CLEAR CRYSTALS, but it’s also said they are a ROGUE within the HELLHOUNDS. whatever you hear, you can’t deny there’s more to them that meets the eye, and it’s time we start uncovering the truth. ( nate, 24, he/him, pacific )

Basics

Name: Quinn Isaiah Mathison

Nickname(s): Q, Pup

Age: 26 (eternally 24)

Title: The Reluctant

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Store Clerk

Family: Selene (mother), Malcolm (father), Kol, Elisia, Lance  (siblings)

Appearance

Height: 5′11″

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Background

Quinn's family save himself and his father are all witches. Despite lacking the gift of magic, he has learned a few tricks and and methods from his witch family members even if it is more for the sake of knowledge than anything else. His family's background is the reason he has his current job.

Two years ago, Quinn was caught up in a backfired spell cast by one of his sibilings. Saving their life put his own in danger and for a couple of minutes, his heart stopped beating. It was during this time that he made his deal with the Hellhound that now inhibits his body.

Quinn has been living with the Hellhound for the past two years. Although he doesn't know much about it, he knows it is the polar opposite of him. Aggressive while he is timid, vicious while he is caring. Other than having a capable body, he has little knowledge why the hellhound came to him when he was dying. To this day, Quinn is still reluctant to acknowledge the creature within him however, a small bond is beginning to form between them from the few times the beast has protected him when he needed it to.