#JESSE TWINS MY BELOVED

[srwgrin]

[batunatu]

so.. MCSM DRAWINGS FROM 2022!!ARGENTINA EDITION,, MONTHS BEFORE THE WORLD CUP bc yeah, when we won, too many things happened to me to celebrate with a drawing huff

PETRA GAUCHA PETRA PAISANA PETRA ARGENTO

guys do u want me to translate this or

ALSO BONUS, THERE'S MORE BUT I'M GOING TO POST MY FAVORITE ONES

WOO DOMINAMOS EL MUNDO, BRITISH HUMANS DNI /j

[octaviaabadassblakee]

Evolution of friendship with me:

Day 1- hey this is the piss kink I'm into

Week 4- And yeah so that's basically why I'm so hesitant to get into a relationship again. It's so exhausting

Now- I'm farting rn in case you care

[stars-n-spice]

The "G" in GAR Stands for "Gay."

Mr. Star Wars told me so.

Anywho, happy pride!!

TBB Version here!

Close ups and headcanons under the cut!

Tup is gender queer! Also questioning (just everything in general)

Jesse is abrosexual!

Kix is pan!

Hardcase is bi and genderfluid! I saw a headcanon about him being genderfluid and it hasn't left my brain since.

Dogma is gay and demiromantic :)

Tup is there to be supportive

Domino twins are both bi!

But Echo is demisexual as well!

Plo supporting his queer kids :)

Ahsoka is an ace lesbian!

Wolffe is aroace!

Wolffe 🤝🏼 Fox (aroace furry commanders with facial scars who are overworked and tired as fuck)

Barriss is lesbian!

Ace Lesbian Ahsoka, Bi Anakin, and Graysexual Gay Rex - The trio of all time :)

Ahsoka and Rex are WLW + MLM solidarity

Big fan of the headcanon of Rex realizing he likes men after figuring out he has a crush on Anakin so he goes to Cody for help

"Vod, I think I'm gay." - "Join the club."

Also greysexual Rex my beloved <3 (can't help but make all my faves aspec one way or another)

I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR COMMANDER X JEDI DYNAMICS

Supportive Bly (aka the only straight guy in the GAR) and his Bi Wife Aayla <3

Gay Commander Cody with a demisexual biromantic Obi Wan

Obi Wan being more or less confirmed to be Ace/Bi on some level made me go insane actually and I love it so much

Last but not least some Captains and Commander Mayday!! (My beloveds!!!)

Polysexual Gregor :)

Mayday is gay and in an ideal world outside of canon was probably the guy Crosshair went to for advice after he came out (because like hell Crosshair was going to get advice from Hunter)

Bi Howzer! And he's probably also aspec one way or another too! I do think he leans more towards being MLM though, but I think that's just me being like "his armor looks like the flag"

[sailorkamino]

your pet name [cody, fives, rex, wolffe]

relationships: gn reader x clones

warnings: bastard siblings, clone death/malevolence incident

his pet name

cody

• "cyar'ika! what were you thinking? do you enjoy giving me stress ulcers?"

• mando'a for beloved. a classic. i headcannon the oldest clones are the most fluent in mando'a so i think it comes out when he's emotional. usually when he's angry or comforting a vod. the first time the pet name slips out he's scolding you for getting hurt, so worked up he doesn't realize he's flip flopping between languages. meanwhile waxer is recording everything in the corner.

fives

• "you must be a blaster, becuase i'm stunned, baby."

• fives starts flirting with you right upon meeting you, dropping cheesy pick up lines from romance comics (that he definitely doesn't read in private.) from any other man they would be cringeworthy but from fives? they still are, but you can't help but grin. he's confident but self aware enough to laugh at himself. he often spices up classic pet names by adding stuff like 'my pretty' to make you feel even more special.

rex

• "how was your day, love?"

• the biggest softie in private. and in public. this man adopted the domino twins after knowing them for like an hour, he has a big heart. at first he'll only be romantic when you're alone because he doesn't want give anyone teasing material. he's a very serious captain after all. but the longer you're together the more natural his affection becomes. the jokes are annoying but he doesn't get actually mad until jesse calls you love.

wolffe

• "hey bunny, missed me?"

• losing so many vode at the beginning of the war has made wolffe very protective and honest with his affections. he doesn't want to leave anything unsaid. even though he's known for being intimidating he isn't agaisnt pda. he likes knowing you're all his and no one is brave enough to tease wolffe (except for boost, sinker, and his cc batchmates.) even they're hesitant. wolffe is 100% the feral middle child waiting for a reason to snap.

[p3tr1xx]

Some prequel work!! Alex and Jesse pre wither storm

Twin bros my beloved.....

[theseshipsshallsail]

WE DESERVE A SOFT EPILOGUE (MY LOVE)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63061414

Notes:

Happy Valentines Day, Peaches. Let get these two called by the same surname, shall we? ❤️

Virtually cloudless, a vivid, turquoise sky paints a winsome canvas beyond the Hotel Alexandria’s wrought-iron terrace. A dappled haze spills warm and inviting throughout the lavish suite, and basking in the sights and sounds of early-morning Egypt, Elio ignores the persistent protests of his traitorous bladder as he focuses instead on a trio of gulls soaring back and forth above the ancient city’s bustling port.

He’s loose-limbed and achy; two states thus synonymous with blissfully well-fucked. Straddling the Maginot line between lazy, bone-deep contentment, and feeling positively filthy for the peeling remnants of Oliver’s semen still prickling his inner thighs; robbing him of the tranquil suspension in which he’s languished these past twenty minutes. 

Ordinarily, there’s no rest for the wicked - not in a home filled with meddling housekeepers and ten-year-old brothers who’ve yet to master the art of knocking - but Elio smiles nonetheless as he eases his legs to the side of the mattress, pinches his tired eyelids to assuage his grumbling headache, then savours the gratifying pull of overtaxed muscles as he eases himself upright: each twinge and spasm born of a ravenous need the night before.

Next to him, Oliver’s a vision of Praxitelean proportions. Blond hair mussed from the constant carding of Elio’s fingers. Bunched cotton sheets barely clinging to his deliciously-rounded derriere as he sleeps the sleep of the recently debauched. It’s covetous, almost - the play of sunlight and shadow across his striking silhouette - and Elio can’t help the recurrent thrill that zips inside him when it glints off the simple gold band adorning his left hand.

An identical twin to his own: exchanged during a private ceremony in his mother’s beloved orchard. The two of them pledging themselves - body, mind, and soul - beneath an elegant chuppah of trailing orchids and pale-pink hydrangeas.

Across the room, their crisp, linen suits lie heaped atop Oliver’s Tourister: a somewhat respectable fate compared to the matching silk ties currently bound to the slatted headboard. There’s a leather belt draped over the vintage lampshade. A trio of socks dotting the Persian rug. Where the fourth disappeared to, Elio can’t recall, but neither of them were in the mood to unpack after their short-haul flight from Malpensa, and tiptoeing to the discarded suitcases he selects a slightly wrinkled dress shirt from the bottom of a teetering pile. 

Oliver’s, he realises, judging by the size, but the cocktail of fragrances that tickle his senses -

The sweet-orange spiciness of his favourite cologne. 

The earthy hints of beeswax from the Havdalah candle Little Ollie guarded so zealously.

The stale notes of perspiration, even, imbuing the unbuttoned collar.

- has him easing his arms within the baggy sleeves, regardless.

A quick trip to the bathroom alleviates his first problem - a scandalous lack of caffeine presents a second - and Elio’s just done pulling up a fresh pair of boxers when the other man stretches clear down to his toes, yawning his way into reluctant consciousness.

“Buongiorno, marito mio,” he says with a wink, because while the Italian legal system might not recognise their union, Elio’s too-full heart sure as hell does. “How’s the head?”

Oliver grunts. “Cursing my hubris,” he replies, dragging a palm over his face as Elio unearths some sparkling mineral water from the complimentary mini-bar. Micol, it transpires, could drink them both under the table, but self-preservation saw them swapping their Dry Martini’s for Aperol Spritzes in fairly short order. “And you?” Oliver rolls to his back, mimicking his playful tone. “Any regrets?”

Elio takes a restorative sip: carrying his own nascent hangover like a badge of honour. “Besides letting Jesse teach me the Cha-Cha Slide?”

“Besides that.”

“None at all,” he says with carefully crafted nonchalance. 

None that were in their power to fix, anyway, and while his father’s presence was sorely missed, his pride and approval suffused the moving service.

“I beseech thee by Zeus, the watcher of the harbour,” he quotes then, admiring the fifteenth century citadel through the arched, Palladian windows. “It’s hard to believe the old lighthouse once stood here,” Elio adds, breathing in the brackish breeze from the shoreline. “We should take a stroll, don’t you think?”

“Cavafy’s apartment doesn’t open ‘til noon,” Oliver agrees, wincing when an immense cruise ship blasts its horn. “We could have pastries on the esplanade, beforehand? Compare their apricot juice to Mafalda’s?” 

“Le blasphème!”

Along with the Great Library, itself, the Grecian wordsmith’s former home was now a literary tourist trap; an ad hoc museum that featured prominently in Oliver’s Poseidonian vigil of 1992.

“I was on sabbatical,” he’d explained a few weeks prior; several glossy travel brochures strewn about the kitchen table. “The proverbial ribbon cutting was November sixteenth.”

“My birthday.”

“Your birthday.” A beat. “I took it as a sign.”

Only the makeshift gallery felt drab and desultory, Oliver’d revealed later. The unnerving silence borderline suffocating amidst the pastiche furniture most likely salvaged from some abandoned storeroom. It reminded him of the famous poem, The Afternoon Sun. An especially poignant verse in which Cavafy recalled the grievous loss of a lover. But as Elio watches the local street vendorsunload their wares, he understands Oliver’s desire to revisit the melancholy scene. 

To experience it from a brand new perspective: no longer obfuscated by a life unlived. 

“What our esteemed housekeeper doesn’t know, can’t hurt her,” Oliver says then, skimming his knuckles just shy of his burgeoning erection, and all thoughts of decoding the unfamiliar coffee maker are duly ousted as he circles his cock with an idle grip. “Come back to bed?” 

Elio places the plastic bottle on the sill. “And you call me a dissolute…” 

“I call you a lot of things,” Oliver replies, meeting him smirk-for-smirk. “Strong-willed… dedicated… insatiableto a fault -”

“Cazzate…” If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. “Need I remind you…” Elio begins, propping a knee on the springy mattress. “...which of us kept the other up past three?”

Oliver captures his forearm. Presses a kiss to his fluttering pulse. “Need I remind you whose refractory period is practically non-existent?”

Elio snickers. “I’m forty. Not dead,” he says, so preoccupied by the raspy tongue tracing his life line he doesn’t even notice his waist’s been seized until he’s twisting backwards into the overstuffed pillows.

“I dreamed of you,” Oliver murmurs, clean-shaven chin grazing his heaving sternum. “The taste of your mouth… the blush on your cheeks… the bossy little demands when I’m buried to the hilt…”

Elio lets his legs spread-eagle as he proceeds to journey southwards. “Connard…”

“Precisely,” Oliver counters, paying particular attention to the metal studs adorning his pebbled nipples. “Over and over,” he insists, a cartographer, taking the lay of the land. “Pinning your wrists and grinding my hips. Thrust after thrust after thrust…" 

Elio shivers at the promise of what’s to come. “You're a tease, mon amour.”

“If the size nine fits…” Oliver retorts, tossing his underwear towards the slowly spinning ceiling fan.

The resultant slap of skin on skin is like music to his ears, and the sticky pearls of arousal that daub Elio’s naval have Oliver groaning hoarsely as he reaches his swollen glans. Licking. Sucking. Fondling his heavy balls until they draw up tight, only to hold him on edge by pushing three fingers into where he’s still slick and tender. 

“Look at you,” Oliver praises, tapping a deft ostinato against his thrumming prostate. “You’re exquisite, darling. Bellissimo. I don’t tell you enough.”

“Nonsense,” Elio dismisses, biting the Oxford’s cuff to muffle his moans. “You tell me every day.”

Compared to his brain, his physique, he thinks, is vastly inferior, but that doesn’t keep him from riding those skillful digits like the Palio di Siena. Each blessed touch pooling heat in his belly as the pleasure spikes, breaking over him like choppy waves on the docks outside.

Unsurprisingly, Elio loses himself in the blind rush of completion, yet when he finally blinks back to awareness Oliver’s peering up at him, dark-blond hair sticking to his sweat-damp forehead. Damn-near effervescent, he’s the epitome of smug congratulations, so Elio pulls him closer as he scrapes his teeth along the tendons of his neck, earning a plaintive whimper when he grasps the velvet steel of Oliver’s shaft, guiding him to his waiting entrance.

“Vieni dentro…”

Oliver shudders. “You’re sure?”

“Please,” he begs, thumbing the birthmark on his freckled shoulder.

He fills him so nicely, is the thing, and no matter the years since their unorthodox reunion, Elio wonders if he’ll ever reconcile just how well they fuse together. But then Oliver starts to move - measured as molasses, obstinate in his claiming - and it’s all desperate pleas and whispered encouragements from there on out.

Babbled into benevolent kisses.

Strangled into euphoric whines. 

They’re devastating - the gossamer gasps Oliver makes whilst rocking inside him - yet somehow the epitome of the bigger-than-this, more-than-us-ness that defines their complicatedhistory. 

Encompassing everything they are, were, and ultimately will be until Elio’s chanting his name like a berakhah. 

Vice-like arms wrapped securely around Oliver’s torso. 

His entire perception narrowed to the tremulous points of contact. 

Shamayim, he thinks, finding heaven in the relentless friction, and it’s only when he’s reduced to another come-soaked mess that Oliver chases his own release; cornflower-blue eyes shining brightly as he follows him to the stars.

[delurkr]

May and Ada, 1858

Whaaaat actual progress on drawing the Tilly Johnson era??? I thought we'd never see the day these two got posted, especially after the first version I had started over a year ago up and vanished and I had to start all over...

That aside, we have Ada Johnson, twin sister of Phineas Johnson and aunt to Tilly, with little May, who exists in the gray area between Ada's adopted daughter and housegirl (live-in servant) at the point in time when people were just starting to try to figure out how fostering and adoption should work. Ada is a weaver, having inherited that side of a long-standing family linen business while her other brother Jesse has the farming side, but, between her own failing health (think COPD although they didn’t have that term) and the Carvers' nearby cotton mill and many other mills like it crowding out the local linen industry, the Johnson business has been struggling to survive for many years.

Ada is also the owner of what became known as the Tilly Johnson House. Ada, May, Tilly, and Tilly's step-father all lived there together by 1856 (that lore will surface eventually), and as we know 1856 was the year Tilly's novel was published and became famous, which made enough money to keep all the Johnsons secure despite their failing business.

On to the art, I won't go over everything but as usual I'll point some things out starting with May:

The pattern on her dress has elements from all the M's, first with nods to the little girl's plaid and Megan's floral as well as the little girl's red, Megan's light blue, and more subtly Mary's dark brown. The 1850s adored plaid so that was a no-brainer, and I hadn't planned on the floral part, but then I saw the dress in this portrait with a great mix of both patterns in the colors I was after so I worked off that.

M's peter pan collar and long sleeves are ofc her staples but while they wouldn't be out of place in 1858 (except that this is set in the summertime and girls predominantly wore short sleeves) I figured I'd go with styles more typical for children's clothing this time. The two parts are not related by the way; the collar is an interchangeable piece sewn into the dress, and the undersleeves are from her chemise (the base layer of female undergarments).

Part of May's role is to serve as an errand girl in the Johnson business, where she goes back and forth between the house in town and the farm on the outskirts. That has an important part in the story, hence the basket I gave her.

Also note the piecing of her dress fabric up by the shoulders, included just for funsies. Cloth was not to be wasted, so it was not uncommon or frowned upon to more or less carefully piece odd-shaped sections of cloth together to squeeze as much out the fabric as possible, even when it meant putting random seams in conspicuous places and even if the pattern didn't quite match up.

Ada:

She's wearing a one-piece wrapper, which was the unstructured in-between sort of garment a woman would wear in the morning when she wakes up to get stuff done around the house before she gets dressed for the day. A sick person who didn't get out of the house much might have worn one throughout the day, which is Ada's case since she is chronically ill. (They weren't necessarily as short as I made hers but they were very casual and I wanted to draw 1850s cloth shoes my beloveds, these in particular having similarities to Angela’s two-tone oxfords). It made a perfect equivalent to Anne's housecoat, especially with quilted trim inspired by this extant wrapper. And ofc it’s done in horizontal stripes like Angela’s shirt, and it has shades of brown, blue, and a version of pink, adjacent to canon A-ladies’ colors.

Her chatelaine✨ Basically a clip that was worn on a belt with chains suspending various items that were useful to have on hand. They have a long history and were popular for women to wear at home as well as in certain occupations. I was very excited to give her one after I took notice of the purse Amy has on her belt.

She is wearing an indoors day cap (not a bonnet), a relatively simple one similar to Amy's bonnet. This era was the last hurrah for women wearing headgear at home and only older women were still doing it.

And lastly, her hexagon eyeglasses✨✨ You see them every so often in antique photos and I'm a big fan.

Here are the other drawings I've done for this set so far:

1858 Tilly Johnson (I'm going to do this one over eventually but that's the old version for now)

1846 Phineas and Tilly Johnson

1858 Mona and Solomon Carver

[aliypop]

A Long Time Coming

Word count: 635

Prompt: It's 1968 Elvis and Cecelia have had a rough time trying for a baby until their third bundle of joy comes along and leaves their world All Shook Up.

Warning: Mention of Miscarriage

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Note: Multiple Stories in one! But Also I did finish reading Lisa's book and I got inspired.

Taglist:

@darkmoviesquotespizza

@sissylittlefeather

@richardslady121

@thegettingbyp2

@presleyenterprise

@dkayfixates

@rjmartin11

@thetaoofzoe

@your-nanas-house

@zayurir

@60svintage

@sillybookmarks

@leapresley

@everythingelvispresley

@dreamondina94

@elvismylove04

@pocketfulofpresley

@elvispresley1956

@poeandmoonknightgirl

Memphis, Tennessee, February 1st, 1968

Cecelia and Elvis were nestled closely under the soft, warm blankets in their cozy bed, the morning light gently streaming through the curtains. Today was a special day, the birthday of their beloved twins, Jesse and Elaine. But also soon the birth of their third child, only they hadn't known it yet. The peacefulness of the morning wrapped the couple up by the faint chirping of birds outside. They exchanged sleepy glances as they turned once more in the covers. That was until Jerry rushed into their bedroom.

"The baby, she's here!" Jerry shouted.

"What baby..." Elvis said a bit groggy; after all, he was still half asleep.

"The baby!"

The couple then jolted out of bed, rushing to meet this new bundle of joy. Elvis and Cecelia had been trying to have a third child; with the stress in their lives and busy schedules, her body would only reject the idea of another baby. So they searched for a surrogate, a young girl Elvis had befriended in his days in the military.

"When was she born?" Elvis asked in between brushing his teeth.

"This morning," Jerry smiled, "She's healthy; she's got your eyes and everything." Cecelia's heart melted at the thought.

"What a gift for the twins," Cecelia giggled, taking her rollers out of her hair; they wanted to make a strong impression on their daughter.

"Mama, are you woke yet?" Jesse nearly shouted; he was seven as of today. Cecelia laughed, walking downstairs as he was still in his pajamas.  

"What's wrong, sugar lump?"  

"Nothing, Mama, I just wanted to see you." He hugged her. "Happy birthday, Jesse." She kissed his forehead. Jesse was an early bird like her, while Elaine was much like her daddy; so much so, that even her pajamas had EP on them.  

Elvis soon came downstairs as Elaine walked out of her bedroom, which was once her grandmother's, "Daddy what's goin' on." She asked rubbing her eyes, her hair a mess, but that was still his little biscuit, "It's a surprise sweetheart." He winked at her as she groaned. There was a knock on the back door as two nurses stood there holding a brunette-haired baby who was swaddled up.

"Congratulations." The nurse said handing the baby to Elvis, "She's beautiful..." Cecelia gasped looking at the baby.

"What are you gonna name her Papa..." Jesse asked, Elaine a bit reluctant to see her.

"Lisa Marie,"

"When's her birthday?" Jesse asked,

"Today," Cecelia said, holding her to her heart.

"ELLA SHE HAS OUR BIRTHDAY!" Jesse gasped, "Can I see her mama, please!" He asked as Elaine got closer,

"Okay, but you gotta support her head, she's a baby." Elvis watched as his son held Lisa, the way his eyes lit up was like he found a purpose in life.

"I'm gonna love you forever and ever... You're my baby now, ya hear." Elaine walked closer as she looked at her little sister,

"She's wrinkly..."

Weeks had passed and readjusting to a baby in the house was a bit... Well, it was stressful, especially when Lisa went missing, and Cecelia and Elvis were on the hunt, they checked the nursery, Dodgers room, the TV Room, and even the pool room, but then coming from a certain bedroom were disgruntled noises of distress, "You don't have breast, Jesse!"

"Shut up Elaine! I'm trying to help Mama!" Jesse sighed, trying to get Lisa to latch onto him, watching the scene unfold Cecelia and Elvis began laughing trying not to blow their cover,

"You're holding her wrong!" Elaine said as she held Lisa, Lisa cooed in her arms as Elaine smiled at her,

"Waa!"

"Hi... Lisa" Elaine said rocking her, as she felt her finger being gripped on her heart melting.

This was the start of something new.

SHOULD I DO MORE FICS WITH THE TWINS?

[parsley-the-crow]

Omg Fred my beloved you look sweet! But maybe some more blue-like colours would be nice for you..

So it's trio-trio swap, huh? Now I'm curious, will Romeo still have a pig companion or it'll be any other animal? The same for Jesse: they're will be flying around with their pig or?

Oh, you like Fred! I admit I haven’t put nearly as much thought into him as with Romeo and Xara. So far my idea of him is that he’s biracial (he looks black, but you can tell about his Chinese heritage through his style of hair and dress) He grew up in a farming village and is very proud, basically. I was trying to show that, but he needs accessories. I meant to make his outfit blue but pale to contrast his skin. Didn’t work out well.

And Jesse is still the one who had a pig! She had Rueben when she was mortal, but he’s still dead in this AU. Instead, she made pigs her sacred animal. Like the old Greek gods used to do. You’ll see pig motifs everywhere with her. It’s very important to her design.

Romeo doesn’t have a pet. He has twin swords.

[reputayswift]

hello my beloved name twin!! may i ask who your favorite gilmore girls character is

HEY TAY! 🥰 My top 4 are Jess, Lorelai, Rory, and Luke! I’m boring lol But my favorite dynamics in the entire show are between Lorelai and Luke, Luke and Jess, and Rory and Jess.

I also have a soft spot for Lane and Dave! Can you tell I’m an early-seasons girl?

You?

[free-for-all-fics]

Various Slasher Prompts! This list includes: Brahms Heelshire, Ghostface, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees, Asa Emory, Jesse Chromeans, Severen Van Sickle and Bo Sinclair. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🔪❤️🩸(Special thanks to my bestie @tinalbion!)

1. You’re either born with unique doll-like features or you’ve gotten extensive plastic surgery to look like a doll. Either way you have the face, hair and body of a life size porcelain doll. You’re beautiful and look practically perfect in every way. But it’s sort of uncanny how you dress and do your makeup and hair to look so much like a living doll, almost like you’re an imitation of a human. How does Brahms react? How do you react when you meet this man who’s been living in the walls and wears a porcelain doll mask?

2. Resident Evil Village Crossover: You’re a doll maker like your sister, Donna. You may or may not have mutations and/or the ability to bring dolls to life and control them like she did. After Claudia’s and your parents’ deaths, all you and Donna had left was each other. Naturally, you were very close. You made dolls together, tended to the garden, and left flowers at Claudia’s grave periodically. You were the only person Donna showed her face to, but she still had bad days where she couldn’t bring herself to take off the black veil. Not even for you. You’d never leave the house or go to the village without her because she wouldn’t let you. She used her dolls to keep watch over you while she was away. She always accompanied you outside, afraid something bad would happen if she wasn’t there to protect you.

After her death, there’s nothing left for you in Romania. You’ve never been allowed to step outside the village walls before because of how agoraphobic and overprotective your dear sister was. You’re scared and anxious to travel abroad all alone, but you have no reason to stay here. After burying Donna with Angie in the family cemetery and giving your final goodbyes, you leave Beneviento Manor without looking back. You travel to England, only bringing your personal favorite doll and some small yet precious family mementos that you cherish.

Somehow you meet Brahms and it’s remarkable how alike he is to both you and your deceased sister. Like Donna he has dark hair, hides his face, and speaks through or otherwise uses a doll that’s important to him to communicate. He, too, loves to play games like Hide-and-Seek with his victims. He’s lonely and doesn’t want you to leave the Heelshire mansion either, just like how Donna forbade you from leaving Beneviento Manor without her. Like you, his life is marred by tragedy. His entire family is deceased and he has lived alone in a creepy old house since his parents committed suicide, just like how you and Donna spent your lives after you lost your own parents in the same manner. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Brahms was a long lost brother of yours that was separated from you at birth. Maybe it’s fortunate he has no blood relation to you. So what happens now? (Platonic or Romantic is up to you)

3. Ghost of Thornton Hall AU: You’re Brahms’ twin sister and were beloved not just by your family, but by the entire village. Everyone who knew you loved you. While Brahms was “odd”, you were everything but. Your parents tried to love you and Brahms equally, but you inevitably became their favorite child. When you died with your brother in a house fire, the village suffered a great loss and everyone mourned you deeply. Even 20 years later, your absence is still felt by the village. Flowers and gifts are left at your grave. Your epitaph reads, “Dear Sweet Y/N, Please Come Back”. Rumors and ghost stories spread that you and your brother still haunt Heelshire Manor. Village children make up the rhyme, “Fire So Red, Night So Black, Dear Sweet Y/N, Please Come Back,” and dare each other to recite it in the cemetery at night over and over until they scare themselves silly. Except you didn’t actually die. You were sent away after Brahms nearly killed you. It was a terrible accident and he never meant to hurt you, but it was too much for your parents to bear. So they faked both of your deaths and sent you abroad to America to live with a new family while they kept Brahms hidden away in England.

On your 28th birthday, your adoptive parents tell you the truth and reveal your birth name (omitting the parts about your brother and the fire). You’re sent a letter in the mail that has no return address, but looks like it’s from someone you know. It’s your friend’s handwriting and signed with their name. You haven’t seen them in a while, but they’re inviting you to their house in the English countryside - all expenses paid. How can you say no? Unbeknownst to you, this is all a trap set up by Brahms to bring you back to Heelshire Manor, whether you remember he’s your brother or not.

On the drive there, you stop by a cemetery and see a beautifully decorated gravestone covered in flowers and gift offerings. With your name and birthdate engraved on it. Naturally, you freak out, especially when you see your death date listed as 20 years ago. You’re not dead! So how and why is this here? You’re perturbed and have so many questions but is this really a mystery you want to unravel? The only place you’ll find answers is inside Heelshire Manor. But If you step foot into that house, there’s no going back. You’ll be past the point of no return. Once you come home, Brahms won’t let you leave.

4. Ghost of Thornton Hall inspired AU: A local newspaper has a front page story that reads as follows: A dreary cloud descended over the English countryside yesterday afternoon as services for Y/N Heelshire brought the entire village to a complete standstill. A large group of mourners braved the pouring rain for a chance to pay their final respects to Ms. Heelshire before the private internment on the Heelshire family’s estate. A beloved and charismatic member of the influential Heelshire clan, Y/N was fatally injured during a fire on the Heelshire estate. Since news of her death, outpourings of grief have been seen throughout town, but none were as spectacular as what occurred during her funeral service. Brahms Heelshire, brother to the deceased, was carried out by local police following a violent outburst. Witnesses allege Brahms Heelshire grew agitated during the services, causing thousands of dollars in damage and a few minor injuries. No witnesses were willing to comment to record and Brahms was later released without charges to the care of his family. There is currently no evidence that what transpired that fateful night was anything more than an accident.

“What’s the story with the locked room upstairs?”

“It’s Y/N’s. We don’t go in there.”

“It might help me figure out what’s going on if I could take a look around.”

“Best of luck. That door locked itself up tight the day of her funeral. There’s not a key in this world that’ll open it. I’ve tried.”

Are you truly dead or has your death been faked by your parents? Did young Brahms intentionally try to kill you or was it truly an unfortunate accident and misunderstanding? Will you one day return home to Heelshire Manor and darken its doorstep or does the ghost of your memory forever haunt the halls? It’s all up to you to decide.

5. Crimson Peak/Haunted Mansion AU (no incest!): You’re Brahms’ twin sister. Since you were children, you’ve had murderous urges like he does. Except while Brahms was “odd” and didn’t have many friends, you were a beautiful little girl who looked and acted sweet. You’ve even fooled your parents into thinking you were a perfect social butterfly. But in secret, you’d do weird things like mutilate your toys, etc. Other kids and adults fell right into your traps. It was easy for you to pretend to cry about being lost before isolating your victims and killing them. Covering it up was also easy: No way could a child overpower an adult or do such a terrible thing! But after Brahms killed Emily Cribbs, your parents faked his death by setting the manor on fire. It was up to you to play the part of the perfect daughter and heiress.

20 years later, you’re a stunningly beautiful woman and shine brightly amongst society. Your parents are deceased, and the wealth you and Brahms have accrued from your inheritance and parents’ wills is drying up. You’ve become a somewhat prominent and popular socialite, so you and Brahms hatch an ingenious plan: You go out in society, travel to America and other countries to seduce wealthy men into marriage. Once you bring them back home to Heelshire Manor after your honeymoon, you work your magic on them until they believe themselves to be in love with you. Any weird or strange noises your new husbands hear in the walls you wave off as just the rats, the old pipes, etc. The house is old and often creaks and “breathes” when it shifts. Any concerns they come to you with, you comfort them but tell them they’re just not used to the English countryside air yet. It usually doesn’t take long for you to convince them to sign the papers and leave everything to you.

You and your brother then kill them together and dispose of their bodies. You put on an award-worthy performance as a worried wife with a missing husband, which soon turns into a grieving widow. Then you collect their money and assets, and repeat the pattern as needed. Gaslight and Girlboss. You’re a very successful Black Widow and everyone in the village is none the wiser because you’re such a convincing actress. Brahms and you cover up your crimes so well. Besides, you’re such a darling and do so much good and charitable work for the village that you would never be capable of doing such a heinous thing! You’re so friendly and everyone in the village loves you. You just have terrible luck in love, that’s all!

6. Orphan inspired AU: Heelshire Manor has become a (in)famous though unofficial haunt. The abandoned house has been an attraction for tourists, ghost hunters, and paranormal investigators around the world ever since rumors and speculations from village pub talk have been spread through word of mouth and posted on the internet, exaggerated over time to garner the most attention. The truth behind the story of Emily Cribbs’ death and the fire at Heelshire Manor has been twisted ever since it first got published on online blogs. What was an unsolved crime has now become a ghost story, an urban legend almost. The manor is said to be haunted by the ghosts of Brahms Heelshire and his sister ever since they both died in a house fire when they were children. Videos posted on TikTok and YouTube show strange phenomenon: Porcelain dolls and other objects moving by themselves, inexplicable noises like knocking, the voices of the ghost children, and telephones ringing when the lines are revealed as disconnected and dead. Doors have been shown to shut and lock on their own, and dead animals that were definitely not there before are left lying about in the open. Threatening messages such as “GET OUT” appear written in blood, etc. Some videos even feature rare sightings of the little Heelshire daughter’s ghost. She looks exactly the same as she did on the day she died.

Except you’re not a ghost and neither is your brother. He’s been moving through secret passageways inside the walls and mimicking the voice of a child perfectly. You were born with a rare genetic disorder that makes you have the appearance and voice of a child even though you’re an adult woman. Unwitting people trespass onto your property and break into your family home to film scary ghost content, so you and Brahms take every advantage. You give them the scares and ghost activity they so desperately want then, when they least expect it, you and Brahms strike. You and your brother murder them even if they’re still recording. The videos capture their final moments as they struggle to fight and survive. You and your brother relish in the sounds of their screams or dying breaths as they gasp for air or choke on their own blood.

You then take their phones and cameras, stopping the recordings at just the right moment before you post the videos yourself. Peoples’ skepticism and eagerness to denounce something as fake for clicks or clout works in your favor and allows you and Brahms to get away with endless murders. You then promptly destroy the phones, cameras, or other recording devices and dispose of them just to be safe. The locals know better but are too afraid to go near your house. Nobody ever heeds their warnings and people keep coming like lambs to the slaughter because they think it’s all fake or staged. And since people think you and Brahms are paid actors and it’s all just an elaborate hoax, nobody is gonna bother to investigate. No matter how many people go missing or end up dead, it’s never going to stop. It’s an endless cycle you and Brahms delight in.

7. You’re dating Stu and Billy. You love them both and they love you so it’s perfect that you share and do things as a trio. But because it’s high school and the 90s, nobody understands your poly relationship and you get relentlessly harassed and bullied in school for dating two guys at the same time. You’re called a whore or slut, sarcastically asked by guys for threesomes or hookups since you, “open your legs for two guys already so what difference would it make”, when you’re just trying to get stuff out of your locker or get to class. Thanks to annoying cliques of popular girls, rumors may start that you even have STDs or are pregnant. Even at home, you get creepy or annoying phone calls from girls asking who’s better in bed or guys asking for sexual favors. You’re tired of all their shit so you disconnect your landline phone, which makes your boyfriends worried when you start skipping class and they can’t get a hold of you anymore.

Billy and Stu find out about the situation sooner or later, whether you tell them or not. When they started their Ghostface killing spree, they didn’t have a motive. But now they do. They start tormenting and killing your harassers and bullies. You don’t know your boyfriends are Ghostface and you may be a suspect for a while and questioned by police, but Billy and Stu don’t like that. They’ll take care of it and clean up their mess so that evidence points to someone else (like Cotton Weary) and you’re cleared. Whether you eventually find out they’re Ghostface or not is up to you. How you react to the reveal of them being Ghostface (whether they confide their secret in you and tell you all they’ve done to protect you, or you find out accidentally by being in the wrong place at the wrong time) is up to you.

8. You’re Sidney’s sister and Mickey’s girlfriend. You’re his muse for his film aspirations and often help him with his amateur filmmaking whether it’s brainstorming ideas, traveling to locations, writing screenplays and scripts, etc. While his intentions were the same as Billy’s when he first met you, everything changed when he unexpectedly grew to love you just as much as he loves film. He doesn’t want you to get mixed up with his Ghostface plot anymore. But his methods of protecting you look suspicious and you start to have doubts and feel uneasy around him. When you vent about Mickey to your classmate, Cici Becker, she puts these ideas in your head that he’s either cheating on you and/or wants to break up and is just waiting for an opportune moment. She compares his behavior to her own shitty “boyfriend”, Ted. Why did he ask Hallie to go with him as his date to the mixer party and didn’t even tell you about it? Why else would he be gone and out late so often or not answer your calls? Little do you know, this is why Ghostface later kills Cici. Similarly, he killed Randy for having the audacity to think he had a chance of scoring or dating you.

All his efforts of protecting you blow up in his face when Nancy Loomis shoots you anyway during the final confrontation. Sidney kills Nancy before the vengeful mother can kill Mickey while he’s distracted and unaware of his surroundings. He’s at your side and trying to stop your bleeding, too busy apologizing to you and asking for your forgiveness. He assures you that you weren’t supposed to be here or get hurt, but you don’t know if you can believe him. You’re torn between pushing him away because you’re scared of him and feel betrayed, or accepting his help because you don’t want to die and you still love him. You know it’s fucked up, but a part of you wishes you could pin all the Ghostface attacks on Nancy somehow. You know you’re not thinking straight due to the blood loss, but a part of you still doesn’t want to see Mickey, your Mickey, dead or in prison. You stop Sidney from killing him and she relents, for now. You’ll all be going on a trip to the hospital, but what will happen between you and Mickey afterwards?

9. 10 Things I Hate About You AU: Mickey is paid off by another student to take you out on dates for whatever reason. He’s asked you out multiple times, but you kept turning him down, aware he’s kind of a player and gets around campus. But he persists and eventually does something like Derek did for Sidney where he makes a spectacle of asking you out. So you finally cave and say yes. What started out as a monetary transaction became genuine as he got to know the real you, past the introverted and antisocial exterior you exhibit at school. You’re tempestuous, feisty, and rebellious, but have a very sweet and sensitive heart deep down. You’re tough but he really likes you. Hell, maybe he even loves you as the semester progresses.

You agree to stay up late to help him with his final project for his Film Studies class, but then you both get distracted and bored with filming the documentary. You decide to film a sex tape instead. Something special and private, just for yours and Mickey’s eyes only. He treats it like a passion project. He directs you and acts alongside you as if you were scene partners in a high class art film. During the filming of this sex tape, you tell Mickey you love him. Even if he doesn’t say it back, you feel like he doesn’t have to. You already know he loves you too. But then everything goes to shit when you overhear a heated exchange between him and the student who’s been paying him off. When your sex tape is mentioned, you think he’s shown the tape to other people and feel used and lied to.

“Nothing in it for you, huh? You were paid to take me out! I knew it was a set-up!”

“It wasn't like that!”

“Really? What was it like? A down payment now, then a bonus for sleeping with me?”

Mickey chases after you and insists that he doesn’t care about the money, he cares about you. But after what you perceive as his betrayal, you refuse to listen. You storm off, accusing him of not being who you thought he was. This drives Mickey to become Ghostface and start killing. He wants revenge on those he believed played a part in turning you against him, starting with the punk who bribed him. He’ll come up with a plan to make things right and win you back, one way or another. Even if he has to eventually kidnap you and/or pretend to be the hero and save you from Ghostface. He’ll come up with an elaborate plan and find a way to prove his love for you is real. Even if he has to commit a few murders along the way and pin them on someone else.

10. You’re Sidney’s sister and have been dating Mickey. Murders start happening again following the release of Stab and you get calls from a new Ghostface. You ask Mickey if you can come over; it’s very important that you talk to him in private and it can’t wait. When you arrive at his dorm, Mickey is concerned about your mental and emotional state. You don’t look well. You’re paranoid and stressed, still traumatized from the Woodsboro Ghostface attacks 2 years ago. He acts as a loving and supportive boyfriend, comforting you and distracting you from your anxious thoughts with kisses and more. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed over at his dorm nor would it be the first time you’ve slept together, but this time feels like a goodbye. You urge Mickey to stay away from you for his own safety because Ghostface is after you and your sister again. Whoever it is won’t hesitate to kill your loved ones to get to you. You tell him you’re leaving town and try to break things off, but Mickey is stubborn and refuses to let you go. He loves you and swears he’ll protect you, but he feels like there’s something else you’re not telling him and demands to know what it is. He blocks the door and stops you from leaving. You’re acting weird and look like a sleep deprived mess, so you’re not going anywhere until you tell him what’s going on with you. You break down and reveal it’s not just you or Sidney you’re worried about anymore: You’re pregnant with Mickey’s child.

After that, things seem okay between you and Mickey. The killings have slowed down so maybe it’s over. But then you inadvertently find a Ghostface costume hidden amongst all his stuff in his dorm while he’s out, and you rightfully assume the worst - that he’s playing you the same way Billy played Sidney. Mickey admits that while that was the original plan, the plan changed when he unexpectedly fell in love with you. He swears he wasn’t the one calling you and that it was his partner, Nancy Loomis. He told her to stop and leave you be after you told him about your pregnancy, but it seems Nancy didn’t listen. He’s lied to you all this time and you don’t know if you can trust him anymore. It isn’t until after the final confrontation when he saves you from Nancy and takes a bullet meant for you that you believe him. He put his own life on the line to save yours. To hell with the film, Mickey wants his family. He wants you and your unborn child more than fame.

11. When you were a baby or toddler, your parents were taking you on a family road trip. They stopped at Luda’s shop for gas and/or snacks. A new and young mother of two boys herself, Luda adored you at first sight. She noticed your eyes were two different colors. You were unique and special just like her sweet Thomas. He’s about your age too, or maybe a little older. Your mom and dad were polite as one of them held you in their arms and told you to say hello to the nice lady, waving your arm for you because you were too shy. Luda gave you an old but pretty doll to play with, and your little smile made her heart swell at how cute you were. You were such a sweetheart and she was sad to watch you leave, but was happy you had parents who loved you despite your mismatched eyes.

When your parents later hit a cow in the middle of the road and died upon impact, Charlie Sr. came along and found you in the backseat, covered in your parents’ blood. He cursed to himself when he heard your shrill crying and screaming. You were confused and frightened but luckily unharmed. He pulled you from the bloody wreckage before the sheriff could show up and take you away. His wife always wanted a daughter, so he brought you back to the house. After he told Luda what happened, she cleaned you up. She rocked you back and forth, hushing you and lulling you to sleep. What a horrific tragedy to have befallen your lovely parents and for you to be in the middle of it. Luckily you were young enough that you wouldn’t remember your birth parents or anything from what’s happened. She’ll love you and raise you as her own. Tommy will have a sister to play with. What’s your upbringing like as you grow up with the Hewitts? With your eye condition and his skin disease, what are you and Thomas like as siblings from childhood to adulthood?

12. You died at Camp Crystal Lake and Jason, this poor man, was so devastated that he was in denial and didn’t want to bury you. He’d just tuck your deceased body into bed or on the couch like you were only sleeping and Pamela had to softly tell him it’d be best to bury you properly. Her sweet boy was hurting and her voice comforted him as best as it could. So he buries you, his best friend and lover, in your favorite spot in the camp. He leaves wildflowers for you every day he visits. Of course Jason would be merciless to those that caused your death (if it was caused through foul play and not by an accident or natural causes) and any trespassers after that. One day a group of typical teenagers at Crystal Lake were telling scary ghost stories and fucking around with a ouija board, or one teen in particular was just being absolutely stupid in trying to go around the camp and "resurrect the Camp Blood Slasher" as a joke.

But joke’s on them, it resurrected you instead of Jason. When you come back and Jason sees your grave is empty and has been disturbed, he thinks someone stole your body. He’s about to go on a rage fueled murder spree - until he finds you in his cabin. Your hair, skin and clothes are covered in dirt and grime. You’re shaking like a leaf and your eyes are wide like a startled deer. You know you died, you still remember that day so vividly. So you have no idea how you’re here now. You’re alarmed that you have no heartbeat or pulse. You have no need to breathe like a normal human. What’s happened? Why are you like this? What day is it? Somehow, you’re now risen and immortal, just like Jason. But while he’s a zombie, you may be more like a vampiric creature that needs blood to survive. Jason has to do his best to console and comfort you like how Frankenstein’s Creature tried to do with his Bride. There, there. You’re safe now and back home with Jason. He’ll never let anything bad happen to you ever again. He’ll teach you what he knows about being undead as best as he can.

13. Orphan/Criminal Minds inspired AU: You’re Asa Emory’s younger sister and the only other member of his family who survived your insane father’s familicide and macabre setting of the dinner table. The experience fucked you both up and warped your minds. The chemicals your father injected you with didn’t kill you, but they stunted your growth permanently. You escaped with Asa before your father could kill or stuff either of you, but you’re frozen in the body of a little girl. Even as an adult woman, your petite stature makes you look and sound like a child. Sometimes your brother takes you with him on “exterminator jobs” and lets you design or set traps. Other times you’ll lure in victims by pretending to be lost or in need of help. Most people can’t ignore a child in distress and you’re such a good actress. You’re so relieved and thankful to Asa for not infantilizing you. He speaks to you and treats you like the adult you are when you’re in the privacy of your house or otherwise not hunting for victims.

But you’re often angry and envious of adult women, frustrated at your own body. You ask your dear brother to bring back “dolls” for you to play with when he’s working. You’re both artists; While he’s a licensed Entomologist, you’re a master seamstress. He creates masterpieces with his collection of insects while you create beautiful garments for your victims. Asa steals jewelry from houses for your personal use. Sometimes you use parts from different bodies to mix and match in order to create the “perfect woman”: What you think you’d look like as an adult had you been able to grow normally. After you sew the body parts together, Asa preserves your work through embalming and puts it in the hotel.

Other times, you ask Asa to bring back beautiful women alive. These women are abducted by your brother and then paralyzed due to being heavily sedated with drugs through an IV. They’re conscious but cannot move or speak. You wash them, tend to their wounds, dress them up in clothing you made, and do their hair and makeup. You pose them however you want and talk to them like they’re your friends. You care for them until you either grow bored or they inevitably die from the drugs. Asa disposes of them or moves them to his hotel for his own artwork. As fucked up as it is, you and Asa truly love each other as siblings should. You do what you can to protect and care for each other and keep yourselves safe and under the radar.

14. Doctors were able to save Jesse’s baby by performing a post-mortem C-section after his wife killed herself. But knowing what kind of man he is and the gruesome details about the heinous crimes he’s committed, they falsely reported that you died in the womb along with your mother so that Jesse wouldn’t think to come after you and you could have a chance at a normal life. You were adopted by a new family and live under a new name, but sooner or later Jesse finds out one way or another that his child is out there somewhere, alive. He’s livid at this deception. He’s gonna make the people who faked your death and kept you away from him all these years wish they had never been born. Death is too merciful when there are many a worse fate he can arrange. He may even kill your adoptive parents just to eliminate all obstacles that would potentially get in the way of him taking you back. Either way, he’s going to kidnap you. It’s inevitable.

He’s your father and he loves you, even if he shows it in strange or scary ways since he can’t talk and is often surrounded by blood, gore, and death (Remember how he used a creepy Text-To-Speech program with his victims’ voice recordings on his phone and patted Princess’s head with his knife? Yeah. It’d be like that). When the time is right, he may even show you his face and tell you the story of what happened to him. When he heard the tragic news from Spann, he mourned for you rather than for his wife. While she was a means to an end to keep up a cover, he wanted more than anything to have a child of his bloodline to carry on his legacy. He never loved her, but he always loved you from the minute his wife told him she was pregnant. Once he has you back, he’s going to call you by the name he would’ve given you. The name your adoptive parents gave you is wrong. Your past life is dead. You always have been and always will be a Cromeans.

He’s filthy rich so he’ll spoil you and give you practically anything that your heart desires. But he’ll keep you under close watch and heavily guarded. Every room in the massive and luxurious mansion you live in has security cameras monitoring your every step. You feel like a bird in a gilded cage. Of course you can go outside and go anywhere you want! A trusted employee just has to drive and accompany you everywhere you want to go. Doesn’t matter if you’re old enough to drive and have a license or not. He won’t let you escape. He’s missed out on so much and he wants to get to know everything about you. He wants to mentor you and raise you to be his heir. One day you’ll inherit his “business” when you’re old enough and he either retires or is gone. Everything will be left to you and you’ll want for nothing. He’ll kill anyone who tries to usurp him or steal your rightful inheritance (cough Preston cough). He’s trying his best to be a good father, but given his line of work, well, it’s…complicated.

15. You and the slasher of your choosing love to make snuff films/sex tapes. You kill your victims in creative ways because you’re not just committing murder, you’re making ✨art✨. You do all sorts of weird stuff with your “subjects” (use your imagination) and then have sex in their large blood puddles while they bleed out and/or next to their freshly deceased bodies. You film it all on tape. You and your slasher are smart and resourceful so that the tapes can never be traced back to you or fall into the wrong hands and get exposed to the wrong people. You use voice modulators, never show your faces, etc. You’re both sick and twisted, but you aren’t incompetent or stupid to incriminate yourselves. You could send your tapes directly to the police and they’d never find you. That’s how experienced and skilled you both are.

16. Near Dark and House of Wax Crossover ideas: Your older brother, Severen, made the stipulation that he wouldn’t join the clan unless he could bring you with him and turn you when you became an adult. You were still a child or teenager at the time and were his responsibility in your human life. You’re the only person in his family that he ever loved and he practically raised you (for better or worse). While you were still human, the clan would use you as a lure to fish for victims or to run errands for them during the day. Severen taught you how to defend yourself and gave you a trusty weapon to carry with you in case of trouble since he couldn’t be with you during daylight. In your vampire life, Severen’s love for you remains the same. Your brother can be cruel, violent, aggressive, and sadistic. But as your vampire sire, he taught you how to use your beauty and charm to seduce your victims. He emphasized the importance of never showing hesitation about killing. He and you make a chaotic duo. You hot-wire cars to go on high speed joyrides and eat the cops that try to pull you over, commit arson and theft, etc. You put on ✨performances✨ whenever you murder. It’s not enough to just kill. Yawn! That’s boring. You and Severen have to dress up and play a role. You have to make up a character or story. Or walk over a bar counter and slit throats with your boot spurs, etc.

Your road trips with your clan land you in Ambrose where you meet the Sinclair brothers. You really like them, especially Bo. He’s handsome, charming - A dangerous yet cunning murderer. Just like his brothers. All three of them put on stunning performances! Lester gives lost folks a ride into town, Bo sabotages their cars while they sleep then plays the part of a friendly mechanic, and Vincent silently lurks and slinks in the shadows. The brothers work together to murder their victims and put their embalmed bodies on display in the wax museum. Sometimes their victims are still alive while paralyzed in wax and posed. How avant-garde!

You spend most of your time with Bo during your stay and Severen hates that. He hates any human who has the audacity to flirt with or try to seduce his baby sister. It’s always been you and him for over a century! He doesn’t like that Bo is butting in and taking up your attention and time. He once saw you and Bo turn up the music in the garage and go downstairs to some secret room. He knew what you and Bo were doing down there and nearly blew a gasket. It took every last bit of self restraint for him to not barge in there and rip Bo’s head off from his shoulders and gorge on his blood. He had to leave and go out hunting to calm down.

Severen loves you, so he’ll begrudgingly tolerate Bo but his patience has always been thin. You may have to turn Bo and take him as your companion if you want him to live. If Bo isn’t your mate, your brother will probably snap and cut off his face or kill him in the most horrific way he can think of. The only thing stopping him right now is you, since you seem happy with Bo and are in love with him. (Don’t worry, Bo and Severen will warm up to each other and become best friends eventually. They’re very much alike.) Even if you have to turn Lester and Vincent and bring them along to get Bo to agree to your terms of joining the clan, that’s no problem. They’d be useful with their talents and welcome additions.

OR

You’re the youngest Sinclair and only daughter, so your elder brothers are very overprotective and almost smothering in how much they love and look after you. (Maybe you were born kind of sickly and that chronic sickness has been with you all throughout your life, even as an adult.) They practically raised you since Trudy and Victor were absent or neglectful even when they were alive. It was always one of your brothers who had to watch over you to make sure you didn’t run too far away when playing outside. They were your playmates and kept a close eye on you to make sure you didn’t get hurt or kidnapped. If you did get sick or hurt, they took care of you and made sure you had the right medicine and everything you needed.

Bo killed your father to protect you when the doctor went mad after Trudy’s death and tried to “fix you” with his heinous medical experiments. You would’ve been killed if your eldest brother hadn’t acted and shot Victor with his own shotgun. When he and Vincent were old enough, they pulled you and Lester out of foster care and brought you back home to Ambrose. You’re an adult now, and shit goes down when Severen and his clan just randomly drop in unannounced at Ambrose. Lester didn’t drive them in. Who are these punks? The cowboy vampire seems drawn to you and is stuck to your side like glue from the moment he meets you, always incredibly flirty and charming. Your brothers probably don’t like that but what can they do against a vampire clan? What can they do against a vampire who’s found his mate and it just so happens to be their baby sister? That’s right, nothing!

Severen hates that you’re hurting and suffering from your chronic illness. The medication you have to take and strict routine you live by daily seems like a lot just to remain somewhat functioning. He’s disappointed whenever your brothers interrupt your time together and take you back to the house to rest because your illness is worsening. The creep that he is, he may climb through your bedroom window to watch over you while you sleep just in case you need something while your brothers are busy murdering people. He’ll want to turn you sooner rather than later so that your illness dies off with your human self. The transformation is painful and difficult, but you’ll become not only stronger and faster, but also incredibly hotter. You’re hot now, so imagine how sexy you’ll be as a vampire!

But your brothers can be stubborn and will need lots of convincing first. Of course they’d love it if you were healthy! if vampirism can truly expel the illness from your body and it’s what you want, they won’t stop you from making that choice. But they’re not just gonna give you away to some vampire as if you’re property, even if he is your “mate”. Something this serious calls for a good ol’ sit down with the entire clan at the kitchen table. Good thing the vampires have all night, because this discussion is gonna take hours. Your brothers are gonna pull an all nighter while they interrogate the vampires and set down some ground rules. Severen would do anything to have you, even if it meant turning all of your brothers into vampires. They’re your family too, so If you want them to join the clan and they agree to being turned, he’ll welcome new members in without complaint for once.

[nikatyler]

🌈 2023 ✨

Another year is over so it's time for a look back at what was happening on this blog! I haven't really been around, it was just my queue, and maybe that's one reason why I looked at my archive and went "huh" at everything. I don't remember much. The other reason why this year probably went poof in my head is because I was dealing with some mental health stuff lol. I say lol but it wasn't actually very lol but I'm doing better now and 2024...is looking promising for now.

So, let's talk more under the cut, shall we?

January

We're in Bridgeport and Sawyer is living his best life. You know, girlfriends, boyfriends, being turned into a vampire, giving birth to three little vampires, threatening to sell his enemies' organs on the black market...best life indeed.

February

Okay I am now seeing that "talking more" about every month will be impossible since I actually don't have much recollection of 2023 lmao

March

Sawyer and Erin are at the best point of their relationship, but we left them alone for a bit and went back to NSB. Pastel just moved to Strangerville and got a...rather strange roommate.

April

The rather strange roommate becomes Pastel's rather strange wife. I love these two so much. We also say hello to Moss -- and also to Ross, who returns from...god knows where. I mean yeah, there was the ts3 Ross, but technically they're two different people. Parallel universes and stuff.

May

Thea is born and strange wife Jesse gets even stranger. That whole "merging with the mother plant" thing was kinda weird but I really enjoyed it. Idk what I was on but it was fun. And then, before returning to the lepacy, I posted my Cottage Living screenshots! ...which were really just me going "uwu what does this do" on every possible Wicked Whims option.

June

...and I went from posting weird WW Ross stuff to posting wholesome Growing Together Ross stuff. If that gave you a whiplash, I am sorry, but imagine what it must be like for me. I'm locked with this guy in my head 24/7. He's the whiplash king. A blorbo to you, a curse to me. A beloved curse tho. Ok I'm getting weird. Back to the lepacy.

July

Lepacy time! Loved the soap opera Generations gen. Kinda wish I had sticked to some of the storylines instead of going "eh nvm I just wanna play". I'm not saying I regret not actually letting Saywer go on a killing spree but also...imagine if he went on a killing spree. You don't see that in lepacies often do ya

August

August was...welp 💀 I was at the grippy socks hospital for most of that month, 10/10 would recommend, but my queue ran out while I was there so I just reblogged some old stuff for a few weeks.

September

September is just lepacy month. Cornelia and Archer are happy, they get married, they get more children...yeah. Good wholesome Generations times all around. It's not like they're gonna get divorced later or anything.

October

The twins are kind of chaotic, one of them turns into a ghost, both then bring their cursed imaginary friends to life...and the final child of Archer and Cornelia is born.

November

I loved running into Sawyer at the grocery store all the time. Weird vampire alleged killer grandpa behavior suits him. Dorothea goes away to a boarding school, hates it there and instantly comes back. Relatable. Oh and midlife crisis hits Archer hard.

December

And we're in December! Dorothea enters her horsegirl era and finds herself a girlfriend...and we'll continue that in 2024!

What's in store for the new year besides the lepacy? Well, Not So Berry will be making a return (and HOPEFULLY we'll finally get to the end. we need to). There's a story I want to do in the NSB universe, if you know you know. Before we dive into the next lepacy generation, I'm thinking of another BC with the gen 7 heir...oh and Marika's Black Widow. Shoot and I'm starting an irl job in January. Yeah no we're not doing all this in 2024, don't count on it 💀 But I'll try.

Happy New Year! 🎇

[the-best-star]

ITS ME SIRIUS MF BLACK

Hi, I'm Sirius! My nickname is Padfoot/Pads

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he/they/she

In love with my amazing boyfriend!!! remusss!!!

love my motorcycle, Queen, leather jackets, the colour red!

other people!!!

@pands-rosier Pandora!! the coolest friend of my brothers

@rosy-evan her twin, and Barty's boyfriend

@regulus-fucking-black my ewww younger brother (jk hes nice)

@lilsthoughts LILY MY FAVE REDHEAD! LOVE HER AND HER FRIENDS

@moony-agedaydream remus MY POOKIE MY BELOVED MY BOYFRIEND!!!

@onesingleprong MY BEST FRIEND JAMESSS

@evanrosierswife barty... evans boyfriend

@n4rcissa-blck my cousin.... NARCISSA!!

(this is a rp blog. don't like don't interact. dm @jess-quillkiller if u wanna join!)

[stabbydragon]

My TLH headcanons

(Mostly Ghostwriter) 1. Jesse is amazing with children. Whenever a little kid comes to the institute he starts chatting with them and becomes their bestie. This means he often times is left to babysit Alex, Zachary, and the Fairchild twins. Will thinks that this will be a great quality once he becomes head of the London Institute. Whenever Tessa notices, she smirks at Lucie because she knows that they’re gonna have so many babies later.

2. Being probably the most emotionally intelligent (and beloved) of the TLH cast, he accidentally starts gradually replacing his cousin Anna as the therapist. Everybody can’t help but love and trust him so he ends up like I was just making regular small talk with this person and now they’re crying on my shoulder telling me about their trauma what the hell happened!? This is ironic since he’s like the second most traumatized of all of them.

3. I think CC said somewhere that The Beautiful Cordelia was never published. I think that after getting rejected by countless publishers, her second try (or maybe farther down the line) is a Gothic based off of Grace. Her life is so dramatic that it’s just begging to have a novel written about it. This book is accepted by publishers almost immediately.

4. Lucie and Jesse get engaged about 3 years after the end of the series because Lucie rushes to finish her book as quickly as possible for this exact reason. Tessa said that they could change the rules about being in each other’s rooms once they got engaged, and they take full advantage of this. There is no way they could have waited until marriage, especially since Lucie takes every opportunity to torture him and make him regret every promise he made to her parents. I would honestly be impressed if they last until until engagement without finding some way to sneak of.

[moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom]

tell me abt ure ocs bro

*jumps around you like an excited puppy* Hi!!!!!!!

Ok ok ok so we start with Strike my beloved little baby girl this is what she looks like and this is her backstory but the gist of it is she was cloned from a bounty hunter acquaintance of Jango’s, to be a private assassin for the Kaminoans but the double aging rate thing didn’t work on the batch they had so they only kept the one they called FC-0025

Nala Se kept her in a Secret Lab in isolation where she was trained by the Cuy’val Dar until the war started when she was 15, and then they decided to send her off to war with the rest to see if their training methods were as effective as they thought. near the end of her training she starts to get some Teenage Rebellion and sneak out to visit friend 99 but then she has to say goodbye to him when she leaves Kamino :(

at the Battle of Teth (TCW film) her squad dies because she made a misstep so she’s Traumatised by that and makes friends with Jesse and Ahsoka after

she met Alex during the Clone Wars (he was her informant on an undercover Republic mission, but they frequently met up in the lower levels even after the mission was over) and they gradually fall in love (slow burn FTW) they’re both bi but Strike is demisexual and Alex is demiromantic so they have Bonding Time before actually falling for each other, but when they do it’s in the middle of the night on Coruscant and they’re sitting on his platform outside the shop and looking up at what they can see of the stars through the night traffic and while she’s taking in the beauty of the stars he’s looking at her- 😫

she runs away from Coruscant after O66 and they don’t see each other for years and years and years :( she doesn’t fight with the rebellion for a long time because she’s depressed after losing basically everyone she’s ever loved and tired of fighting for armies that don’t care for their soldiers so she doesn’t meet him there until she finally joins around Kenobi era then a few years later during Rebels they get married 🥹

after the war they have twins who get to meet Uncle Rex and Auntie Ahsoka before they grow up to join the Resistance (they’re basically the only reason I have sequel era OCs skbdjdbd) and have a whole X-wing squadron of their own they name after Wolffe

and I’m completely normal about them as you can tell 😊