#Kyran just dance

[srk-lol]

Gonna post my old (when I was sign as mr boblu) minecraft works [part 2]:

[signofthestriking]

These two—

—Collaborating on this song:

[vocalaar]

doodlez but its mainly urban x kyran

(urban is easy to fluster trust)

[dtaegis]

i need help. what college course would kyran take

[localsimpissleepy]

Lucky, I got home early today just in time to give my opinion on this weeks previews

I will say, i don't got much to say about these previews (except for 2 maps), so i might make this post short

So lets get started

JD 2025 Previews: Week 5

Was it confirmed this song was Paint The Town Red by Doja Cat? I'm bad at lip reading so idk

The choreography seems fun, i like the energy Spike gives in both the extreme and normal

I will admit, i found the way this coach looked like at first (since i'm used to seeing normal white coaches), but this style is starting to grow on me

I love Spike already (big fan of her heart shaped hair), she might even be related to Luke Cypher 👀 (siblings perhaps?)

Second favorite preview of this week (yall gonna see my favorite preview soon), can't wait to see this map fully!

Uhhhhhh

I mean

I like their energy i guess

But this map is mainly...meh, moving on...

Our first Kpop song lets go!

Are these the BOOMBAYAH coaches? I really can't tell

These coaches seem cool (idk how to feel about the last coach's costume)

I honestly thought this was an extreme, but no, i mean, the choreography seems good, i'm a bit more of a casual player so i think i can enjoy this dance

Another good map!

WAYYYY better then the moo version

I like this coach! His outfit is kinda a bit simple and so is the background, but it's not bad! (Edit: bro i just realized his shirt says Dancity, damn i'm kinda blind-)

Choreography seems kinda hard for me, but hopefully i'll get the hang of it once this map comes out

I knew my prediction of this map being Drive by Bang Chan & Lee Know or My Pace by Stray Kids wasn't gonna be true-

But its another Little Mix song lets go!

I'll be real, not a huge fan when it comes to blue & yellow outfits (it just kinda looks ugly sometimes) but this coach pulls it off great!

Choreography seems fun! But i'm guessing this song will get an extreme (idk why but it just seems like this map could get an extreme)

A solid map indeed

*slams table* He's my son now, don't question me.

I LOVE HIM! HE'S SO COOL! SERVE KING💅

While the choreography is kinda hard (Cradles level choreography), i really love this coach and the whole background! idc what anyone says!

Someone pointed out that he kinda has that dark aura around him like Night Swan does (maybe another person working for Night Swan👀)

And the feathers adds to this theory (if theres feathers, then Night Swan was there)

Bro just came out today and i'm already gonna make headcanons between him & Night Swan (and maybe his relationship with Cygnus👀)

This is my favorite preview this week, now i can't wait for him map, i love him

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An extreme would have been better, just saying.

[phoenixriaartemis]

Part 19 Lovin On Me

Ok this is actually my vibe

I like that the choreo is ambience in hip hop, one of my favourite styles in dancing and it looks so cool

The background and visuals remind me of Rock Your Body MV and a lot

The coach it's fine but like he reminds me of someone. I can't tell who because Idk myself but he does

The song I never knew about it before I knew Jack Harlow but I don't listen to a lot of his music but I think this song it's fine

Anyways 9/10 for me I like it and I want to dance and learn it already

[rachmob]

Just Dance Danceverses 2025

Lilas- Dancity

Kyran-Dancity

Chalina-Sun Horizon

Coraly-Meloisa Realms

The Don’t Go Yet Family- Sun Horizon

Epsilon-Dancity

The Fan, The Lover and The Stan- Wacky Groove

KITTAAAAAA- Wacky Groove

Spike- Eternyx

April- Dancity

Eliott- Dancity :,( (I was hoping for Cyberfunk)

Amara- Dancity (So semi-human is now canon??)

Gaia-Dancity (PLEASE PLEASE)

Jennifer- Dancity

Spike (Extreme) - Eternyx (Thanks for making it clear I guess?)

Neo- Cyberfunk (finally…)

Asteria- CYBERFUNK?????? WHAT WHAT WHY SHE WAS PERFECT FOR MELOISA REALMS AS A GUARD OR A GLADIATOR, YOU GUYS HAD A WHOLE ARC ABOUT THAT IN 2020 

Nyxara-Eternyx

Queen and Best Dad in the world (Leda and Cygnus)- Eternyx 

Aryana and Ashton-Dancity (They are canon :D)

Sally Mystic- Carnivallium (YES)

Cindy and Brandon- Sun Horizon (I wonder if Titanic actually happened there)

Paige- Dancity (Dancity? DANCITY????)

Lexy- Dancity (STOP, WHY, WHY)

Also, they clearly forgot some ones so could you guys complete the list?

(Edit: The video they made was only showing the coaches made in Paris)

[hoshizorax]

holding that in and finally saying how he felt, it was supposed to relieve him--right? why didn't it feel that way? not that it was her fault. they had known each other for most of their lives and then they both went their separate ways. kyran had his duties to what his parents wanted and it took him to italy for years while he was unsure where gabriella went. after everything, he couldn't exactly blame her for leaving salem. it was filled with pain and dark things. it didn't necessarily even involve them. it was the history of this place. negativity hung over the town like a dark cloud threatening to pour rain down at any moment. wanting to wipe away any life that stood there.

it seemed as though kyran and gabriella were just a part of that looming darkness. no, he didn't know what she carried but she didn't know what he held within. hiding it all behind this mask he wore all the time. it was like day and night when it came to him. by day, he was the lord's son--a father of the church--and could do no wrong. when the sun went down, he danced with the devil. drinking and the like just to be able to feel anything. to forget what he had went through. he wasn't a saint even if he had to pretend to be. there was a demon lurking within him--quite literally.

his eyes went over to the tall, antique mirror that hung on the wall nearby. "you may think that i don't know what i'm saying.. but i do." he had gotten this mirror from an old woman he knew from the church. she didn't believe but she would come to observe him. more like sense him as she was blind. he had no idea where she came from or who she was, but she had given him this old mirror because he "needed it". she spoke something about getting to talk to what was inside him. figure things out. almost like she was encouraging him to bond with what was underneath the surface. so he took it and that was how he coped with what was inside of him. it never sugarcoated what was reflected.

he loomed. the darkness loomed there and stared at him. there was a sinister smile there but when it looked at gabriella--it was almost a reflection of his features when he thought about her. it was the first time he had ever seen anything besides malice on his features. kyran moved close to the mirror before touching it. claw met hand and it was clear as day. as if they were standing there and having an unspoken conversation. "there is nothing in this world that would make you hurt me. life has never been kind to me and that is where we are similar, gabriella. i have been hurt in ways that it is shameful to say." he breathed in softly and let out a huff.

"i can only promise to try my best to protect you. however, it won't be a pleasant sight. nothing will ever change for me. i can't lose you either, but it is not in my control to make you stay. what i've become--it's not nice. masks aren't comfortable and i'm tired most days. sleep would not affect this exhaustion. i'm.. tormented. not by this house but what is within me." his eyes shifted to his hand that was now clawed like the reflection. "we are the same but different. you have to understand that as much as i want you to stay, that is selfish of me. you will just have it worse if i was around you and that is why i am willing to let you go again." his forehead pressed against the mirror and he closed his eyes.

"i will never be the same kyran you knew before and i can't.. subject you to that. if you can't stay.. then i won't stop you from leaving. i love you with whatever is left of me. i can't promise love will be enough but.." his voice shook before he swallowed down the knot in his throat. "i will always be here waiting for you with my arms wide open. ready to shield you from whatever is chasing after you.."

The words hit her like a wave, pulling her under before she even had the chance to steady herself. She froze in his arms, his voice replaying in her head, soft and raw, filled with a vulnerability she had never heard from him before. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, all she could hear was the faint crackle of the fire and the pounding of her own heart. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, afraid that any sudden motion might shatter the fragile moment. How long had she waited to hear those words? How many times had she wished, as a child, that he would look at her the way she looked at him? It wasn’t until years later, after she had run away from Salem and from the life she thought she couldn’t bear to carry, that she realized just how deeply her feelings for him ran. But by then, it was too late. Or so she thought.

And now, here he was, holding her close, confessing the very thing she had been too afraid to admit to herself. She wanted to respond, to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat, tangled up with years of self-doubt and guilt. Her chest tightened as she tried to process what he had said. He loved her. He always had. He had spent his whole life standing in front of her, protecting her, making her feel safe when the world around her was anything but. And now, even with all the darkness she carried, even with the chaos she knew she brought with her, he still loved her. Gabriella closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against his chest. “Why do you have to be like this?” she whispered, her voice trembling. It wasn’t an accusation, not really. It was more of a plea, an aching question she didn’t have the strength to answer herself.

Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, as if holding onto him physically might help her hold onto the moment. “You’ve always been there for me,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I didn’t ask for it. And now, after everything… after all the times I’ve tried to leave this place behind… you’re still here.” Tears welled up in her eyes, and she blinked quickly, willing them not to fall. She couldn’t cry. Not now. Not in front of him. “You make it sound so easy,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “Like loving me is something that just… happens.”

Her fingers trembled against his chest, her grip tightening as she fought to keep her emotions in check. “But it’s not easy, Kyran. It’s not supposed to be easy. I’m not…” The witch trailed off, shaking her head. “I’m not someone you can just love without consequences. You say you’ll protect me, but what about you? Who’s going to protect you from me?” She pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. Her hazel eyes searched his, looking for something she wasn’t sure she would find—an answer, a reason, a reassurance that she wasn’t the monster she feared she might become. But all she saw was him. The same Kyran she had known her whole life. The same Kyran who had stood by her, no matter what.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she said quietly, her voice trembling. “You don’t know what I am. What I carry. If you did…” She shook her head again, biting her lip as she looked away. “You wouldn’t say those things.” Her heart ached with every word, but she couldn’t stop herself. “I love you too,” she admitted softly, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “I always have. But that’s why I’m scared, Kyran. That’s why I’ve always been scared.” Her hands dropped to her sides, her fingers curling into fists as she took a step back. She couldn’t look at him now, couldn’t bear to see the look on his face. “Because I’ve seen what happens to the people I care about. I’ve seen what happens when I let them get too close. And I can’t—” Her voice broke, and she clenched her fists tighter. “I can’t lose you.”

The fire flickered again, casting jagged shadows across the walls. Gabriella shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as if that might keep the darkness at bay. “I don’t want to run anymore,” she said finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t want to keep pretending like I can outrun this thing. But I don’t know if I can stay, Kyran. I don’t know if I can do this.” Her shoulders trembled, and she let out a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she said softly. “But I don’t know how to keep that from happening. I don’t know how to stop whatever this is from tearing you apart.”

Her gaze flicked to the fire again, her thoughts spiraling as the shadows seemed to shift and twist, mocking her uncertainty. The witch wanted to believe his promise, to let herself fall into the love he was offering her. But the fear was louder. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “And that’s why I can’t promise you anything, Kyran. I don’t know how to protect you from me. I don’t even know how to protect myself.” She turned her head slightly, her eyes catching the edge of her reflection in the window. For a moment, she thought she saw something else there, something darker, something watching. But when she blinked, it was gone, leaving only her face staring back at her. Her breath hitched, and she turned back to him, her expression torn between love and guilt. “I want to believe you,” she said softly. “But what if love isn’t enough this time?”

[outcast-thingz]

Chapter 6:

Nightmares And Surprising Remedies

(Warning: Dream, Implied death)

Two days pass and each time Styx would sleep until noon when she managed to fall asleep. Although most of the time the sleep she got didn't feel very restful. She didn't reveal much about herself other than basic things like favorite color or age but the boys on the other hand shared more. She figured that they thought if they open up then eventually she too. Still she listened and learned a lot about them. 'A streamer, a dancer or did he say dance teacher? Whatever. And a security guard of sorts... what the fuck kind of group are they?' She thought, 'what did I get myself into?' Pushing the thoughts from her mind she shuts her eyes and attempts to sleep.

~She hums to herself as she follows the.. path? The only light was coming from the moon which, unlike what she's seen on TV, does not light the area very well. Honestly she was just following the only other light shee could see in the distance.

Styx whips her head around hearing clang and clicks.

"Who's there?" She asks but never receives a response no matter how often she asks. As drops of rain begin to pour she picks up her pace. She could see the light was coming from a street lamp and something was below it. The ground has a soft rumble that is steadily getting louder like the drum rolls of thunder that shake her body. As the clanging gets louder she gets faster.

Lighting flashes, showing off more of the thing below the lamppost. A familiar figure she instantly recognizes. Suddenly her stomach drops, she knew where this was going. Styx desperately pulls against the clinking chains that had caught up to her. Trying, begging herself to be faster.

"You have to move! Please!" Cracks in her pleas wishing the man down the road would hear her. He kept still despite the pouring rain, despite the rumble of the ground, and despite the blaring horn that echoed through the air. No matter how hard she tried or how loud she screamed, his name just couldn't escape her lips. Tears streamed down her face. She could see the train approaching. He finally looks at her, offering a solemn smile and a wave. Just as the train collides~ *THUD* she coughs as she waks on the floor.

Styx sniffles and pants, staring at the floor for a while. Once her breath is back under control she pushes up and off the hardwood floor. The 'useless' tears are wiped away. He feet drag across the ground to the freezer. She picks up one the popsicle the boys made for her from some hydrating flavored water, she didn't pay attention to the brand. The boys were just happy she'd consume it. A laugh breaks the deafening silence. After shuffling back for her blanket she finally decides to investigate the noise. It wasn't the first time she'd heard this laugh at this time of night.

The young woman can't say she was surprised to see that the culprit was Kyran; he'd accidentally left his door open. A few lights he'd brought colored the dim room in purples and blues.

"Jesus! You need a bell er somethin'" Kyran jumps when he spun around in his chair. He looks over the young woman and could tell she'd been crying. "Can't sleep?" She shakes her head. "There's a foldable chair right there, put it by mine." He states and point a before leaving to get water. She follows his suggestion then looks over his setup.

'Space themed.. and he's streaming. Can they see me? God I really fucking hope not...' Styx worried and leaned to the side in her chair. Upon returning the redhead chuckles,

"They can't see you. I have an ad running and I switched panels" he reasures. "I'll turn the cam off for the rest of the stream." He signals with his hand for her to get up. Although confused, she listens. He swaps the chairs, giving himself the foldable one. Ha pats the gamer chair when she doesn't initially sit. "It's a pretty comfortable chair and not many get the chance to sit in mine. So take the opportunity while can, yeah?" He winks and turns to his screens.

"Annnd we're back. Yo so the cam's gonna be off fer the rest of the stream." The chat fills up with 'awe, why's. A tiny duck four legged goose on the side of the screen lit up; its wings raised up and beak open wide.

"Why- Why- Mr. Chaotic Nebula sir. How can we commit crrrriiiimesss without your light to guide?" A text-to-speech voice seemed to eminate from the goose before it returned to its idle stance with a knife in its mouth.

"You guys commit crime even without my guidance, ya little hellians, you'll live." He shakes his head with that stupid fucking grin. She hated when he wore it but after that nightmare it was.. comforting to see; like part of -him- was living on in someone else. "I have a friend with m-" he pauses asking to use her name, she shrugs. It wasn't like it was her real anyways. "Styx. They-"

"You can use she.." she stated quietly

"You betcha. She's joining us for a bit." He explains. The chat goes wild after actually hearing her speak. It was mostly welcom to the channel sort of messages but a decent bit were asking if she was a sound board or paid to be there.

Although it didn't show on her face, she found it entertaining how the chat teases and messes with Kyran. They'd send in stories of the silly things he'd messed up on during streams while he played some online shooter game. His face was about as red as his hair. He threatened to take away chat but it was a bluff and they called him on it. Eventually he passes the controller to Styx. He lets her play a few rounds while he tells chat about the trip he's on with his brother and Atticus. He was surprised by Styx's skill, he didn't think she was going to be noob but he didn't expect her to handle game as well as he did either. The only difference was she was trying and he's usually just messing around at that level of effort.

A soft smile graces his face when he looks over and finds Styx sound asleep. 'Must have fallen asleep mid round.' He thought as he ended the stream. 'It's about time I head to bed too.' Kyran picks up Styx with some struggle and moves her back to the couch. 'Hard to sleep when you're lonely, isn't it..?' He thought heading back to his room and promptly passing out on his bed.

Tagglist: @bisexual-confusion @gayfanficanonymous @yeet-man @astro-pioneer

[iwhumpyou]

BTHB: Dragging Themselves Along the Ground

Rose - requested.  Origami Rose - filled.

The second half of anon’s request!

Masterlist.  Kyran.  (Tagging: @whumpy-daydreams​.)

Branding.

~#~#~#~#~#~

“Fucking goddammit,” Kyran hissed, staring up at the ceiling. Or what was left of it anyway, the heat and flames had seared through solid stone and several floors, leaving oddly-shaped, still-cooling pillars of black obsidian and lazily drifting ash underneath a stormy sky.

“Why is it always fucking fire?”  Kyran would really like to put in a request to be kidnapped to the ocean next time.

Kyran kept his breaths shallow as his skin knit back slowly and painfully, pain surging whenever his healing hit the edges of deeper burns.  He shifted forward, biting back a sharp cry as he brushed against still-burning molten stone, but gritted his teeth and continued through it.

The cuffs were still intact – blessed steel would not melt to hellfire, but his skin certainly did and he was not thinking about how it was practically fused to the cuffs, nope, he was derailing that particular train of thought – but the chains holding him to the wall were nothing more than melted slag.

He couldn’t use his magic, couldn’t teleport out of here or call back his shadows, and while he was bleeding more than enough to use runes, his vision was beginning to waver and Kyran didn’t trust his shaky fingers not to blow himself up.

He needed to get out of here.  That was his first priority.  Drawing up hellfire would’ve caught quite the audience and Kyran was in no shape to fight his way out of yet another ambush and he was far too tired to try this whole song and dance again.

Newly healed skin bumped against smoldering embers and Kyran let out the low hiss as the sensitive skin protested, already buzzing, already healing over.

He needed to get out of here.  Kyran clenched his fingers in piles of ash and tried to lever himself up on hands and knees and – nope, the still-healing burns were absolutely not going to take that weight and Kyran curled his fingers into fists and let out choked gasps.

His skin was raw and sensitive all over – the healed skin itched fiercely and the burns were a mess of agonizing blisters that shrieked at the slightest pressure.  He could barely lift his head, and his vision was still blurry. 

He needed to get out.  Kyran curled his fingers – catching a crack, a piece of cooling stone, something – and dragged himself forward an agonizing inch. And another.  And another.

The blisters ripped off at the friction, brief bursts of screaming pain before the skin healed anew. But the healing was still slow, and it did nothing to mask the pain.

Kyran set his jaw, reached out, and dragged himself forward.  This was no worse than stumbling off the battlefield with the faces of the dead fresh in his eyes.  This was no worse than puking up blood for twenty hours with the memory of Gabriel’s haunted, terrified eyes.  This was no worse than slowly, painfully scrubbing the holy water from the lashes decorating his back. 

This was no worse and he had to tell himself that because otherwise he couldn’t keep moving.

He’d survived everything else, survived years on his own because a demon was always, always outnumbered.  He would survive this too.

He was just so tired of it.

Kyran forced his head up when he passed what had once been a doorframe.  There was a room on the other side, full of long, black lumps.  He hoped they died screaming. 

The stairs were to the right.  Or, more accurately, the gap where the stairs had once been, because now there was only a collection of ash and a gaping hole in the floor above.

Kyran sighed and set his head back down.  He swore he rested his eyes only for a second, but when he forced them open again, he could hear shouting in the distance.

Someone had found him.  Fantastic.

Kyran hissed and grabbed a protruding claw of black stone, ignoring the way it burned his hand as he pulled himself forward.  But there was nowhere to go.  Nowhere to hide.  Not when the entire floor was either burnt ash or molten stone and Kyran was decidedly neither. 

He forced himself forward another couple of inches before the voices came nearer.  There was a conversation, cut off by surprised shouts.

They had found him.

Kyran clenched his fingers, pressing down into stone, and forced himself forward.  He had no idea where he was going.  He needed to get out.  He couldn’t get out.

Something thumped down, sending vibrations through the floor, and Kyran heard a familiar voice. “Hey…can we help –”

Kyran tilted his head to face the speaker, trying to squint through the dancing pinpricks of darkness.

“Kyran?”

So his face had definitely healed.  “Adam,” Kyran croaked out.  His fingers uncurled, buzzing as they began to heal the wounds he kept ripping open.

“What happened?” the crusader asked.  Kyran could feel him crouch next to him, heavy boots crunching on flaking stone.

“Blood Knights,” Kyran murmured, because the crusaders needed to know that the group was threatening to make a resurgence.

“What happened to you?”

Kyran felt his lips twitch. “Some mistakes, and a couple of bad decisions.  Got some of them, though.”

He heard Adam’s sigh, but whatever the crusader was saying was a dull buzz, one that faded out entirely as Kyran succumbed to the darkness.

[musicofglassandwords]

The Past: Part Four

Before he was the Mystic, before he was cursed, before the darkness had crept in and consumed his soul. 

Before it all, Princeton Anaseh was a boy fascinated.

With many things, not just the magic burning in his blood. 

The way the world worked, the way it operated, the temples and their false idols. The mysteries of Valon Taivas and their lack of enemies, and their lack of allies.The skylals who had abandoned their homeland.

Why exactly Ella insisted on never returning the books he lent to her.

Rather magnanimously too, he thought, scowling on the road home from school. 

The guardians had known each other for nearly a year now. Prince knew that they weren’t exactly perfectly close yet, but he was certain that it was inevitable.

And he wasn’t sure if he was exactly fine with that, he thought, glaring at the sun-warmed cobblestones under his feet. 

“Hey, royal!” Kyran shouted, running up behind him, and shouldering him a little harder than necessary.“Wipe that frown off your face. You’re casting a radius of ice about ten feet all around.”

“Go ask Sahrina for help on your homework.” Prince yanked his book bag away from him. “I’m busy.”

“Lies,” Kyran clasped his hands to his heart with all the melodrama of a sixteen year old boy. “Such lies. We also live in the same house, so you really cannot escape my persistence. Also she’s not even in the same year as us.”

“You’re acting just like Seth, also Rina’s smarter than you,” Prince was 100% certain if he rolled his eyes anymore, he’d go blind.

“I know,” Kyran glanced back, through the crowd of students behind them, and lowered his voice.  “Is Seth going to move in?”

“He’s staying with Valera at the moment.”

“Huh.” Kyran had been living with Violet and Prince for the last few months, after some incidents with his parents. The latter couldn’t quite tell whether Kyran wanted to go home, but he was grateful that at least he didn’t have to share a room.

The two of them walked in silence for a moment, Prince staring at the shadows on the ground, stunted by the sun. He surprised to see that they were nearly the same heigh now, though Kyran was still an inch or two shorter than Prince, who was admittedly several months older. He wondered how tall Kyran would be when he finished growing. If he was going to be taller than Prince, the latter would probably need care for his ego. 

They were a few blocks away from their house, when Kyran poked Prince in the shoulder. 

“Did you hear about the broken window on the second floor?”

“Yes.” Prince said, just as they reached the house, opening the door, and gesturing him in. “Seth broke it.”

“How do you always know everything?” Kyran sighed, dumping his book bag in the parlor and heading into the kitchen.

“I’m perceptive,” Prince said blandly.

“Ha. You know, it’s interesting cause you act like you’re cold and boring, but you’re really not,” Kyran’s voice said, coming back with a plate of cookies in one hand. “But do you happen to know why he broke the window?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Prince took a cookie, slumping down on the chair in the parlor. If Violet saw him, she’d yell, but at the moment he was too lazy to care. The sunshine flooding through the window made him sleepy. This was probably why Valera vouched that his spirit animal was a cat.

“Someone in the youngers’ class was making comments about Ella.” 

The youngers were how the older four guardians affectionately referred to the youngest three of the guardians, despite the small age gap. 

“And you know how quiet and bookish she is, so she didn’t fight, but she took off running and I guess Seth saw it and he threw a chair out the window at the dude.”

“What was the guy’s name?” Princeton slowly put his cookie aside.

“Well, now I can’t tell you,” Kyran said, busily stuffing his face, “Because you you’ve got a certain violent look in your eyes, like you’ll go murder him, and Ella intentionally didn’t try to fight him. Imagine what she would have done if she hadn’t had any reservations.”

Princeton paused as the two of them considered it, then shuddered simultaneously.

Ella could be alarmingly...defensive, Prince decided. Perhaps he shouldn’t make such a fuss about her returning his books.

“Just thought it was interesting,” Kyran remarked, “Such a stigma already against us all.”

“We’re just unlucky, being the first major skylals since the Age of Apathy,” Prince shrugged. “That’s just the way it is.”  

Kyran raised an eyebrow. “If you say. Also, where’s Vi?”

“Still working at the florist’s,” Prince said, pulling the plate of cookies to him. “Lots of weddings in the summer.”

“Lovely. Also there’s someone at the door.” And true enough, seconds later, there was a knock. Prince wasn’t surprised by this anymore, Kyran had already shown that he had scarily excellent reflexes and instincts.

Prince flicked his hand at the door, unlocking it, and the door slammed open. Angry stomps could be heard from the doorway as Ella stormed in, her gold hair a staticky mess and smeared with dust and grit. Blood trickled in a quickly drying streak down her face, and her book bag was covered in muddy smudges.

“What happened?” Prince asked, just as Kyran waved at her. 

“Want a cookie?” he asked, holding up the empty plate.

Ella stared at them with a disdain so chilling, Prince contemplated jumping out the window. He thought he had mastered the death stare; clearly he was an excellent influence on Ella.

Raucous laughter filled the hallway as Seth followed behind a second later, gasping for breath.

‘That was so cool, Ell!” he said, holding his hand up for a high five.

“It was not cool!” she spat. “In fact, it was so uncool, I’m going to go back outside and murder Cade.”

She started to march outside, but Kyran reached over and snagged her wrist.

“We don’t want to cause any deaths, Ella.”

“I DO.” she said viciously, her eyes flashing dangerously. “VERY MCUH SO.”

Clearly, Prince thought, Valera had also been an excellent influence on Ella.

“Hooray for violent intentions!” Seth cheered, peeking out the window. “He’s still kind of dazed, so you can get him from here if you throw that plate.”

Clearly, Prince thought, Seth was extremely insane. As if he hadn’t known that already.

“What do you mean?” Kyran asked, looking lazily out the window. “Whoa. He looks bloody.”

“He called Valera the worst names I’ve ever heard, and she wasn’t even here!” Ella said angrily. “But I heard him, and he saw me and threw my book bag into the watering trough. So I jumped on top of him and choked him out, while Seth just stood there!”

“I threw a chair for you,” Seth countered, “And I’m already on probation for that. I am sorry about that, Ell.” 

“It’s fine,” she sadi, sighing and waving a hand. “I didn’t use my powers. I gave Cade a good lesson, and hopefully he doesn’t say anything about it.”      

“Better not tell Val either,” Seth added, somewhat thoughtfully. “She’ll probably blow up half the county.”

“I’m getting more cookies,” Kyran interjected, edging out of the room, just as Violet came in, and started at Ella’s appearance.

“What happened?: she said, gasping with the appropriate astonishment.

“Oh, Ella just choked out a boy twice her size,” Seth said, whipping into the kitchen.

“Where are the bandages?” Violet demanded of the air, and turned around. She paused and came back calling to all of them. “Sahrina’s not coming for training today, she’s going out withsome of her friends, but she’ll work on the weekend.”

A loud and audible gasp came from the kitchen and Seth stuck a head out, looking exceedingly and dramatically offended.

“She has other friends than us? I am HURT.”

“Don’t be a doofus, Sethy,” Kyran flicked him on the back of the head. “Rina’s a social butterfly if you haven’t been paying attention.”

“He rarely is,” Ella, Prince, and Violet said all at the same time. Violet spun away, leaving Prince and Ella sitting in the parlor. 

“I can heal you if you need,” Prince offered, “Or we can call Rina back over.”      

“you can heal?” Ella asked curiously, seating herself next to him.

“I mean probably,” he shrugged. “I’m guessing.”

“You can try if you want,” she offered, smoothing back her hair, the feeling of being so unconditionally trusted warming something in Prince, and he waved his fingers above the shallow wound. Amethyst sparks danced across her skin and the wound faded, leaving pink, nearly-healed skin behind. 

“Wow, that worked,” she exclaimed. “That’s amazing!”

“Of course it did,” Prince said, pretending that there hadn’t been a real fear that he would’ve decapitated her. “Also can you return my books now?”

“Oh, right,” she said, nodding. “Of course I will.”

“It’s been a month.”

She smiled at him. “Has it?”

The door slammed open once again and Nato and Valera came in, each looks distinctly disgruntled.

“Did you get into another argument?” Ella said, rising from her seat and going to them.

“I can’t even talk about it right now!” Nato said, throwing up his hands and marching into the parlor.

Ella laughed, following Valera into the kitchen, and Prince smiled slightly. 

Perhaps growing closer to these fools wouldn't be so bad after all.

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[diverse-hearts-moved]

Verse Info Dump / Head Cannons - Arabian Nights AU

I’ll place under a read more. This will cover the roles for the following muses in this AU (i.e. the default roles of MY muses - I’m more than willing to change things for those who wish to interact in this verse) -

CHUUYA - MORI - FYODOR - KOUYOU - KYRAN(OC) - GARTH(OC)  - STERLITZIA(OC)

Generally speaking this AU can be seen as a small mix of Aladdin and Magi mixed together a little.

Abilities - Are very rare. Magic can be praticed but for the most part frowned on/comes with some really tricky side effects.

Testing Towers (Dungeon like spaces from Magi) exist throughout the world but are both difficult to find and enter

If one can clear the trail inside these towers they are given the power of the god to rest within - usually using a weapon or some other type of weapon as a vessel as very few humans could withstand becoming a vessel.

Due to the risk of obtaining this type of power - abilities tend to be found mainly within the higher societies or rarely to be found sold on the black market.

The God to be sealed with these items can choose not to answer a users call thou - but there’s been experiments recently started in how to force the power to be called out and controlled - as well as how to make a human an actual vessel. 

CHUUYA -

Only known human vessel thus far - is bounded to Arahabaki

Pretends that his dagger is the actual vessel - no one can tell that it’s different unless he uses corruption

He’s the Crown Prince but often sneaks out the palace

Has a very rocky relationship with his father (Kyran)

Cares mainly for the children in the kingdom - kids tend to know him

He acquired arahabaki when he was fourteen - the people with him died

Ability works the same as usual - apart from corruption which works a little differently.

Corruption is a slow process - every time in which Chuuya calls on the stronger aspects of his ability, patches of dark red slowly spread across his skin.

If he rests and doesn’t continue to use his ability then in time those patches will fade.

If not - they spread until it reaches his chest, at which point he loses control of his body, switching with the God instead - placing both mind and spirit under great stress.

Distrusts most people in general - espically those with power.

Friends with the servants and slaves - formal when he’s in public for their sake more than his own.

MORI -

Rich slave trader who often is seen around the Palace

Is old friends with both Fyodor and Kyran

Is encouraging the marriage between Chuuya and Fyodor

Tends to be really good at making people ‘disappear’

Holds favour with a lot of those in power - is known for the quality of his slaves

Serves as Kyran’s link to the Black Market

Obtained his ability after the death of his wife (was originally Sabriels)

Allows for the summoning of a strong spirit to fight in his place as needed - currently takes the figure of Elise.

FYODOR -

Head royal advisor and head of the church

Knows powerful dark magic - keeps this hidden from most

Abilities Vessel is the staff that he carries everywhere.

It allows for the energy to be sapped out of those to look directly towards the eyes of the snake staff - or for the next person who touches the staff to fall into a trance like state where it’s difficult not to follow his orders.

Wishes to marry Chuuya for the power, status and access to Arahabaki - though he’s unaware that Chuuya himself is the vessel.

Uses his position as head of church to spread teachings that paint Kyran in a good light - as well as seek out easy targets for Mori.

Is aware of a thief helping out the poor - isn’t aware it’s Chuuya.

KOUYOU -

Senior royal dancer - basically takes care of all female servants and slaves.

Tends to be the only person Chuuya opens up to

Isn’t afraid to be sassy and teaches all her girls how to defend themselves as needed

Cares for the wounded, hides those who are in a desperate situation etc

Helps cover for Chuuya whenever he sneaks outside

Tends to be questionable over those who get too close to Chuuya.

KYRAN (OC) -

Sultan and Chuuya’s father - more than a tiny bit corrupt

Wishes to obtain the power of a Vessel for himself but not willing to risk his life for such a thing.

Has a way of manipulating people into doing what he needs done - including making his sons life a darn nightmare at times.

Trusts Fyodor a little too much

Generally wishes to find an ability that will help him into becoming immortal - no matter the cost

GARTH (OC) - 

Mori’s son, tends to try and help people escape, tends to the wounded etc

Trained as a dancer - often used for when his father wishes to put on a show

Has an ability handed down by his mother - a small bell that when rung during his dances can entrance those watching.

Tends to try and keep to himself as much as possible - tries to warn people about his father’s true nature

STERLITZIA (OC) - (To fit in with @frozcnlight ideas for this verse) -

A young slave captured when her sister was.

Both sisters work inside the Palace, Kouyou being their caretaker

She likes to play with the other child slaves/servants but knows to act her part as needed.

She’s trying to make sure her sister stays happy despite everything going on.

Loves to pair people. Will talk at length about how cute a couple would be together etc.

Obviously this is just general ideas for this verse and things are likely to change over time/as this AU is developed more.

[diverse-hearts-ocs-a]

@frozcnlight​ asked: 

“ So, Ashley… ah, I suppose its okay if I call you with your first name? After all, we are something like sister-in-laws I guess. “, the heiress sat in the kitchen of the rather small apartment of Sehun, her older brother. Curious eyes of azure color trained on the fellow blonde woman, “ Pardon the question, but what exactly do you see in Sehun? He’s not exactly… the charming type on second sight, if you know what I mean? I’ve already wondered myself since a while about that. “.

Unprompted - But these girls need to interact more XDD 

She could still feel rather jumpy around others, Sehun’s family especially so, given just how they had met and the fact her own temper was a bit short fused, to put it mildly. Vanderwood and Sehun had left them alone, so they’d been sipping on some eggnog, both seeming unable to break the silence to linger between them. She was actually a little relieved when Miran spoke! Only to then gape at the young woman. Of all the questions to ask! It seemed the most natural and Vanderwood had asked her the same thing a few times but that didn’t seem to make it any easier to put into words.  “...he saved me...”, that was the simple answer and yet she instantly panicked, “Ah! But you can’t ever tell him that! He’ll hold it over my head forever!”. Another small sip was taken as she tried to get her thoughts together in such a way that her thoughts might make sense to someone who hadn’t been in a cult? Nervously, she jumped up onto one of the stools at counter, a finger running around the rim of her glass as she spoke more to the drink than to Miran, cheeks a rosy pink as she spoke.

“Sehun - he understood me. Yes, at times we could both argue with one another but when it really mattered we were there for one another...even if we may not have admitted it at first... he was the single thing that remained the same no matter how dark the world grew around me”, a soft smile at some of the more pleasant memories, of arguing about opening windows in the summer, of dumping cold water over his head as he hadn’t said precisely how he’d wanted his water - small little memories that worked together to make her realise that this was love - that this was what she’d been searching for all along.  “...I donno how much he’d told you about what happened...or what kind of life lead me to that place but - I was a broken shell when I first met Sav....Rika. I couldn’t even talk much...and yet look at me now! You can’t get me to shut up once I start!”, she giggled and took another drink. Maybe it was helping to give her that added courage that she needed, for the butterflies still danced around inside her gut, “I love him. I love his antic, his behaviours, how silly and how serious he can get...I think I always loved him...I think that’s why we fought so much at the beginning too”. But even those fights had helped to spark that fire back inside her. They had slowly come to realise the truth together, a united from against everything that was threatening to pull them under - and having Kyran and Saeran to annoy was simply added bonus’. God though. She’d never really paused to think on just why she’d fallen for him. Looking at him, you’d think they’d only clash and yet, he was her soulmate...and that sounded so cheesy that it caused her blush to grow darker. 

“...I love him...I really...really love him...Oh wow how much of this have a drank!”

[tearlessrain]

6, 24, 28, 38,

Thank you!

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? Tbh all my similar-looking ocs I can think of actually... are related. I guess there’s Talon (half-gryphon from another planet whose relative intelligence is the only thing stopping him from qualifying as a himbo)and Marceau (merfolk alchemist from a recent D&D campaign who is running dangerously low on fucks to give) in that they both have long platinum blond hair and a fantastic jawline. 

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? Probably Talon, he’s a cool dude. Most of the others either have weird baggage I’d get dragged into, or might kill me.

28. Your most dangerous OC? 28. Your most dangerous OC? I’m inclined to say Kyran, in terms of sheer amount of damage he can cause and willingness to cause it. But honorable mention to my warlock Mabon who is dangerous mainly because he has no idea what the fuck he’s doing and has decided that “trial and error” is an acceptable way to learn how to be a warlock.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? Any given elf from the Fool’s Hope universe, the god who made them is also responsible for inventing music so they have an innate sense for that sort of thing. Most of them can do that River Tam thing and pick up a dance very quickly just from observation.

[dtaegis]

i've been thinking about an alternate dialogue between kyran and lexy that would go like

lexy: so what's your name

kyran: kyran

lexy:

lexy: have you ever heard of death note

[crystalburdened-aa]

1ST RULE :     tag 9 muses you would like to know better . 2ND RULE :     BOLD the statements that are true for your muse .

tagged by: @thepricewasright​ thank ye Tagging: @madamhatter @rakkirrrowch @rcsetorn @fleursouverain @holyxvi @faolanridire @nicholas-wolfwood

MUSE:  Layle (Kyran)

FC: He has none, but if I had to choose, it’d be Evan Peters

OCCUPATION: Just a guy for hire, from simple to dirty jobs- as long as he gets paid, he doesn’t care AGE: 21 SEXUALITY:  Bi PRONOUNS: he/him

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY :

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES :

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS :

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE :

I have at least one person I consider a “ best friend ”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have / had at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CDs

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT :

I have break-danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages