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cera-writes · 11 months ago

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An Unconventional Debut: A Bridgerton AU story — Remy LeBeau x F!Reader ~Part 3

Tags: slightly nsfw, slow burn, jealousy, teasing, scandals, forbidden love, and debauchery, self gratification masturbation, reader has delicious thoughts about Remy

Two starkly different carriages rattled to a stop on the gravel driveway of Miss Everleigh's estate, a cloud of dust settling as Remy and Lord Blackwood stepped out of each one. The tension between them was thicker than the summer heat, a silent duel continuing from the dance floor.

Blackwood, ever the gentleman, presented you with a vibrant bouquet of lilies as you greeted them at the door to the drawing room. An all too practiced smile graced his lips, yet a flicker of insecurity flickered in his eyes as he watched Remy.

Remy, on the other hand, offered a lopsided grin and a slight bow. "Bonjour, Miss Everleigh. Pleasure to see you again in the light o' day, though these grand ol' houses do pale in comparison to your beauty, ma chere."

His Creole accent, thicker than usual, sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. Blackwood cleared his throat, the forced cheer in his voice a stark contrast to Remy's smooth charm.

"We weren't sure if calling unannounced would be an imposition," he interjected, "but we both felt compelled to check in after your debut."

Your eyes flitted between them, a hint of amusement playing on your lips. "The surprise is a welcome one, gentlemen. Please, do come in." You couldn't deny that the day had been taking it's toll on you. You'd had almost every gentleman in the ton calling on you today.

Inside the cool, airy drawing-room, Blackwood continued his display of honed gentlemanly graces. He engaged you in conversation about upcoming social events, his voice smooth and practiced. Remy, meanwhile, remained curiously silent, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he observed quietly by the fireplace. He hadn't brought you flowers, but something else, something you'd enjoy more in your spare time.

As you excused yourself to see to some refreshments, Remy pulled a small romance novel from his coat pocket, his eyes skimming over it.

Blackwood, catching his eye, raised an eyebrow. "A rather… unconventional choice, LeBeau. Romance novels? Women shouldn't have access to such...vulgar displays of literature."

Remy chuckled with a hint of scorn, a low rumble that resonated in the room. "Perhaps to you, Blackwood," he drawled, his voice a mere whisper. "But then again, Miss Everleigh seems a woman who appreciates a lil'… adventure, wouldn't you agree?"

You hadn't heard the conversation, thankfully, as you were across the room at the refreshments table.

He handed the book to you upon your return, a playful glint in his eyes. It wasn't a bouquet of flowers, but a discreetly wrapped romance novel, its title hinting at forbidden love and passionate encounters. A blush crept up your cheeks as you glanced at the cover, then back at Remy, your lips pursed in a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Blackwood's jaw clenched subtly. The battle lines were drawn, not with cards or boasts, but with a subtle challenge – a whispered promise of a different kind of adventure, hidden within the pages of a book. The game had just begun, and Remy LeBeau, with his Creole charm and daring spirit, had just made his first move.

"Thought you had plenty o' flowers, ma cherie, so Remy figured you could use a lil' escape. One that won't wither away," he winked, causing your heart to flutter at the suggestion.

Blackwood, turning a nose up at the two of you, finally excused himself as he bid you adieu. You were almost relieved at his departure, leaving just you, your mother who had just joined the room, and a few handmaidens left standing in the room.

You quickly hid your book behind your back as soon as your mother waltzed in. You were glad your father was away on a business trip. Because the look on your mother's face was sheer shock and appall as her eyes landed on Remy.

She cleared her throat, casting a look of wariness towards him. "Monsieur LeBeau, we weren't expecting to see you. What brings you here?"

Remy smirked, "I thought I'd jus' call on Lady Everleigh. Figured she could use a lil' distraction from all the suitors."

Your mother hummed in vexation. "I think we shall be calling it day. Would you mind letting my daughter retire to her room, monsieur?"

"Oh, yes ma'am. I was jus' about to leave anyway," he responded politely, but not before leaving you with a few parting words, "Miss Everleigh," he drawled, leaning in close to you as his breath tickled your ear, "hope dat book gives you a few ideas."

And with that, he was striding out of the room leaving you in a mess of feelings.

Your mother however, was furious. "I don't want you conversing with that gentleman anymore. He's up to no good and I wish you'd see reason. Nothing good can come out of chasing a scoundrel like Remy LeBeau. I've heard stories."

"Oh? And pray tell, mama, what stories could you have possibly heard whilst promenading about him? He has been nothing but a gentleman towards me thus far. I've had no reason to think otherwise."

Your mother sighed, pinching her brow in frustration. "Well, since I think it'll benefit you in making a wise decision to keep your distance from him, fine..." your mother had you take a seat while she sat down across from you. You tucked the book underneath you, hiding it from your mother's sight.

"I heard he's still married. I've also heard that he left his wife, who goes by the name Bella Donna Boudreaux, back in New Orleans to fend for herself. Her family and his are thieves, they run some no good thieves guild overseas. Not the kind of bunch I want my only daughter getting roped into. Especially with him being married of all things. I don't know if his wife is still alive or not, but it's the sheer fact that those are the rumours floating around about him. The fact he means to take a wife is scandalous in itself," she scoffed, eyes averting your gaze, sipping away at her tea.

You felt a stab at your heart at these rumors. "But perhaps that is all they are mama, rumours."

"It matters not, it's his reputation," your mother sighed, "they always say fire is beautiful until you get too close, darling. I only want what's best for you. Your father would want the same. He may have the attention of every debutante in London, but no one would be smart enough to marry him given his background. And besides, Lord Blackwood would make an extinguished husband for you. I saw the way you two were dancing. Even the Queen herself thinks it's a good match."

"But mama, I simply don't click with him. Not like with..." you wanted to say Remy but you bit your tongue. "Didn't you and papa marry for love? That is my wish," you pleaded with her, taking her hands in yours as she looked at you with distraught eyes.

"And if Monsieur LeBeau is who others say he is, then let me figure that out for myself. Because until I do, they are simply rumours."

Your mother shook her head. "If your father heard you he'd have already arranged the marriage to you and Lord Blackwood."

"Well, he's not here, so please just give me time and if Monsieur LeBeau is not who the ton says he is, then you have my word that I'll marry Lord Blackwood."

As if that was enough of a satisfactory answer for your mother, she bid you goodnight and left you to your graces.

You pulled the book from underneath you and eased up from your chair, tiptoeing back to your room upstairs. You needed a distraction.

You slipped into your nightgown with the help of one of your maids and after she left you alone, you silently unwrapped the book.

With a single flame of a candle to light your view, your eyes started scanning every word of every page, getting lost in its contents. You imagined yourself as the heroine of the story, and the ruffian as Remy.

You hadn't realized how late the night was drawing on, until you'd come across certain scenes in the book that had you suddenly blushing profusely.

You read the steamy bits of the scene quietly to yourself so that no one heard you, "there's another option, Miss Isabella," he murmured, his voice husky with unspoken intent. His hand brushed against hers, sending a jolt of heat through her."

You but your lip in anticipation, mind wandering to thoughts of Remy and how his hands captured yours in the ballroom.

You silently kept reading the next part to yourself, "Isabella knew she should pull away, maintain the expected decorum. But reason had fled, replaced by a primal urge she couldn't ignore. "And what might that be, my Lord?" she breathed, her voice barely audible above the storm's roar."

You felt a heat between your legs as you continued to read the next page, stirring something within you that you had never felt before.

"He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "We could explore the…alternative uses of this library," he suggested, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin.

Your hand started to drift downwards, sliding your fingers under the delicate undergarment of your shift as your heart threatened to beat out of its chest.

Isabella's body tingled with anticipation. The storm outside paled in comparison to the one brewing within her. With a trembling hand, she reached up and tugged at the knot of his cravat, a silent invitation.

You stopped just above the hem, feeling absolutely sinful for reading this book, but also delighting in the fantasies it presented to you, because all you could picture was Remy doing and saying these things to you.

You wondered if this was his intention.

Lord Ashton's eyes darkened, a predatory glint in their depths. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, the desperation in his touch mirroring her own. The kiss was a storm itself – urgent, demanding, filled with a raw hunger that neither of them could control.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you could deny yourself pleasure no more. Your fingers delicately traced circles over the warm, bare, sensitive skin between your thighs, a sensation that nearly had you slipping a moan from your lips. You read the next part with anticipation.

His hands moved with a purpose, exploring the soft skin of her back, sending shivers down her spine. The bookcases loomed around them, silent witnesses to a forbidden passion unfolding.

You began to move your fingers delicately over your sensitive pearl, sending pleasure through your body at an alarming rate.

The air crackled with electricity, the storm outside a mere backdrop to the tempestuous dance of their bodies. They stumbled towards a plush armchair, their movements fueled by a desperate need for more.

"Mm, Remy...please," you moaned softly, one hand holding the book and one pleasuring yourself.

As their clothes became tangled discards on the floor, Isabella surrendered to the whirlwind of sensation. Lord Ashton, his usual stoicism shattered, explored her with a reverence that ignited a fire within her.

You were a panting mess, letting the book fall against the bed sheets as you continued to touch yourself with feverish need. You pictured Remy's hands running all over you skin, taking you in ways you'd never imagined before. It was enough to send you climaxing, breathless, and satisfied for the time being.

You'd hoped you were quiet enough during your little excursion, slipping a bookmark inside the page before tucking it into your nightstand.

Your dreams that night were filled with Remy and you had no objections. But for now, you wanted answers. You wanted him. The next ball was on its way, and you planned on asking him about his life then. He was a mystery you wanted to unravel.

#remy lebeau #gambit x reader #remy lebeau x reader #gambit #xmen #x men 97 #cera writes #bridgerton au

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moseslikellamas · 9 months ago

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♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.18

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - A dance is held.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, feelings of shame, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2k

Hiiiiiii. I decided to skip the other questioning scene mostly bc I just didn’t wanna write it. I might do a flashback to it later but 🤷🏻‍♀️. Anyway!! I hope we all have a homie like Martyn who will forgive our crimes no questions asked. Here’s some nice Harp music if u want the vibes. All the songs mentioned are in asoiaf.

Shanda was oddly excited given the circumstances, Benjicot had, as he promised, ripped her to shreds during questioning. It was embarrassing to even think about it. She had never been very good at hiding her emotions, displaying them on her face clear as day. He had known that and used it to a harrowing degree. It was lucky she had Martyn to back her up or it would’ve been even worse. Her brother was another can of worms she still had to deal with. But none of this was why she was spinning around her room, excited.

After the disaster of questioning, Lord Elmo had made an announcement.

“Alright you mangy cunts, before I break your hearts and shatter your dreams, I have a proposal. And no, it is not voluntary. You will show up.”

Grumbles went up at that but he had only shot a look that communicated death on protest into the crowd before continuing.

“We’re going to have a dance tonight. That’s right, a proper ball! Now, when was the last time we were all together like this? This is an opportunity for you all to start fresh and build some new relationships. You will behave or I promise a little dance with a pretty girl will be the least of your worries.”

The room was buzzing with whispers before he even finished and Shanda had missed whatever he said after that. As she had already made her way through the crowd to her brother.

“I believe we��ll have a chance to sneak out before it ends to truly talk. I swear, I’ll tell you everything.”

To his credit, Martyn hadn’t been upset at all. Just nodded before he melted into the crowd, losing her and any prying eyes. It was just as well he did as Alysanne found her right after.

“Come on, let’s find something for you to wear.”

Shanda had decided to forgive Alysanne as she hadn’t testified against her. Not that the testimony wouldn’t really contribute one way or the other in the end. It was the thought that mattered. So she let her lead the way.

“How do you know these halls so well?” She asked after the third winding corridor they had turned down.

“Go to enough of these trials and you get bored. Elmo’s like a grumpy uncle, doesn’t mind me poking around a few places. Given I do my part to sway the idiots at home when sentencing rolls around.”

“Are you ever successful?”

Alysanne laughed, grabbing her arm. “Sometimes. Mostly no, but I do try my best.”

Shanda nodded, that was as she figured. At last they came to a door that looked the same as any other but when Alysanne pulled it open, it appeared to be a clothes storage room.

“How strange. Why do they have this?” She asked, looking in at all the various pieces.

“Hand me downs. Elmo says they’ve got generations of Tully ancestors' clothes in here. Which is why he doesn’t mind that we borrow some. Now let’s look.”

Shanda had not looked long when she came across the dress she wanted. It was made so that two pieces joined together over one another. The sleeves were a part of the undergown and blue, so dark it was nearly black. The overgown of the dress was an intricate gold design with calla lilies stitched on in white. It took her breath away. She hadn’t even bothered to see what Alysanne was getting, just grabbed the dress and left.

That led her to where she was now, happily spinning around her room in the beautiful gown. It would be nice to have a single night where she didn’t have to worry about anything. She could just dance and eat, then sneak away to beg her brother's pardon for lacking the good sense the gods gave her. She thought it was ambitious of Lord Elmo to think they could pull this off without any quarreling. But perhaps everyone could behave for just one night.

A knock sounded at her door. She moved to answer it and was delighted to see Martyn standing outside.

“Seems we’ve finally convinced them I’m not going to abscond with you.”

She snorted, taking his offered arm. “Yeah right. Lord Elmo probably tripled the guards for tonight. Fat chance we’ll be sneaking anywhere.” She said loudly enough the guard at her door could hear. It was the first time she had seen him actually stand outside her door.

She dragged her feet so they would not arrive so soon.

“Martyn, I should’ve warned you. I knew he was going to be insane. I, well, suppose I was ashamed.” Her face was tinged pink with remembrance.

“I don’t care. I never did. That day Royce pushed you in the river, I nearly cut his head off.”

She stopped at that, putting a hand on his chest shocked. “You didn’t.”

He rolled his eyes at her before continuing to walk. “Obviously, he’s still here. But I strongly considered it, crazy thing is he would’ve let me. He just accepted that I would kill him and that he deserved it.”

Shanda frowned, her brother had a haunted look in his eyes telling her.

“It’s not right. All of us are fighting. Our mother would be livid to see it, Shan.”

That tugged a smile on her face. Their mother would be yelling at them all.

“‘Family’s all you’ve got!’” She mimicked and Martyn chuckled.

“Too bad she left us with this family and not some other one.” He sighed.

“Come on, let’s find Royce. See if we can’t get him drunk enough to forgive me.” She exclaimed as they entered the great hall once more.

All of the tables were removed, besides the few that held food and drinks. Beautiful streamers of blue and red covered the corners of the room, embroidered with the Tully sigil. Shanda was awe struck by the bead work on them, they flashed iridescent giving the impression of real life scales.

“Let me talk to him first.”

He was gone by the time she replied off handedly, “Yeah, sure.”

She had gotten up close to the banner, admiring the impressive needle work. The beads were pieces of broken clam shell, sewn into the fabric. It must be tedious work to break the shells and then make holes in them.

“A Tully specialty.”

She jumped at Lord Elmo’s booming voice. She’d been so focused she hadn’t noticed him approaching.

“It’s beautiful. Must be awfully tedious work though.” She smiled up at the lord.

“No more so than presiding over court.”

She blushed at that, feeling a bit ashamed.

“I suppose not.”

He clapped her on the back. “Ah don’t worry about it! It always works out in the end. Though, not so well. Or else you all wouldn’t keep coming back.”

On that rather contradictory note, the lord left. Flowers of spring was playing in the background as she looked around the room. It was evident that the riverlanders had taken Lord Elmo’s words to heart. As she saw many of them talking cordially and a few brave souls had even dared to dance.

“May I have this dance, m’lady?” It was Beck Grey who asked.

“Is that? No, it couldn’t possibly be Rebecken Grey. He’s only five two and has a gap tooth.”

Beck smiled at her, every tooth gleaming in the torch light as he led her onto the floor.

“Amazing what seven years will do for a man, is it not?”

They spun around the floor together effortlessly. Beck was a cousin of hers on her mother’s side and it had been a great deal of time since she had seen him.

“I have to agree, it will do wonders. My knees are not half so knobbly now and my aim is much improved.”

“So I hear. Is that how you managed to almost slay Benjicot?” He smiled coyly at her.

“Oh cousin, a dance is not enough for secrets I’m afraid. But if Aunty Harra really wants to know, tell her I’m sure we can work out a deal.”

He shook his head at her ruefully. “Some things never change, eh?”

Before she could answer him they were interrupted.

“Mind if I cut in?”

Shanda would’ve advised her cousin that yes they did mind but he had already stepped aside. He shot him a nasty look as he walked away but he just winked.

“How are you enjoying the dance?” Benjicot asked once they began to move together.

The song had switched to Fallen Leaves which was slower and much sadder.

“Fine before you butted in. Can’t find another pretty girl to bother in all of the riverlands?”

They swayed back and forth, barely turning about.

“Why should I? I’ve made my intentions clear.”

“How about common decen-“

He interrupted her, pulling her closer so he could whisper in her ear.

“Decency is me covering for you while you sneak out to try and rebuild your sibling bond.”

She pulled back aghast. How did he know? Rolling her eyes she blew out a frustrated breath.

“Stop spying on me!”

“Okay sweetheart, but you might want to make your move now. I think the little one is making a break for it.”

Shanda saw what he meant as she met Martyn’s eyes across the floor. He looked exasperated and was quickly going after a hurried Royce.

“Shit.” She muttered before rushing after them.

Benjicot pulled her up short though.

“Wait, half the room will see you follow if you go now. Dance one more with me.”

He was probably right but she really didn’t care at the moment.

“No, I’ll miss them if I wait!”

But he held on to her firmly as the song shifted into the familiar tones of Fall of Maidenpool. She wrinkled her brow as the harp picked up.

“Lord Elmo’s a bit on the nose with this one.” She laughed.

“What do you mean?”

She gave him an incredulous look. “You’re joking right?”

When he stared blankly at her she groaned and explained.

“It’s about the fall of Maidenpool, the defeat of a Riverlander by the Andals. Florian the brave, one of the last great kings. It’s a metaphor for all of us. Hatred, spite and violence are our Andals, and we let them in every day. Tearing ourselves apart from the inside and because of it our lands are weak, disorganized. Ready for a collapse, just like Maidenpool.” She sighed, gutted at the thought.

When she looked back at Benjicot, he was staring at her.

“I think you’ll be safe to go now.” He whispered.

She was out of his grasp and out the door in the next instant, the sound of Maidenpool drifting further away as she looked for her brothers. Walking along the halls it didn’t take her long to hear them.

“…sense of it!”

“Just wait! She’s coming to explain.”

Martyn’s expression was one of relief as she rounded the corner and layed eyes on him. Royce was standing upright looking tense, whereas Martyn sat calmly on the floor.

“See,” Martyn beamed. “Here she is.”

“Right well, explain then.”

“Royce, you hot headed fool.” She held up a hand to silence him when he tried to interrupt her. “Listen to me. However much I grieve that mother went away in hopes of procuring me a suitor, I do not hold myself responsible and do you know why?”

He silently raged in front of her.

“Because our mother could not be swayed nor bullied into doing anything less than what she set out to do. There was nothing you, me or even our father could’ve said to pull her back. Secondly, I have not given up hope on finding her killers and if you give me some time I just might.”

“Oh bullshit, Shanda. You can’t sneak your way into finding everything out.”

“No but you can fucking negotiate your way into just about anything. Pull your head out of your ass! The entire riverlands is here, Royce. Waiting in that room for three very interesting Brackens to chat them up. They are dying for us to talk to them, make a move. Do something useful and help me!”

She could see the struggle playing out in her brother's mind across his face. He made a frustrated noise before running his hands through his hair.

“What do I say?”

Shanda smirked at Martyn before the three of them set to scheming.

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 1 year ago

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In order of most influence/most changed my life:

Tag the OC who has influenced you the most as their creator or changed your life in some way.

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twoseparatecoursesmeet · 11 months ago

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Water Lilies, 1963

Jack Blackwood

#vintage #water lily #flowers #35mm photography #jack blackwood #blackwood

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vesper-the-solitaire · 30 days ago

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The Nine Mistress of Aegon IV

Though Aegon IV the Unworthy had countless lovers, he claimed to have loved only nine of them, and that his wife, Naerys Targaryen, was not among them:

Falena Stokeworth. She had been a candidate for the second wife of Aegon III, Aegon's uncle, but broke her leg the day before the presentation. She became Aegon's first lover, who "made him a man" when he was fourteen. The affair lasted three years, and when discovered by Aegon's father Viserys, Falena was married to Lucas Lothston, later made Lord of Harrenhal, but is said that Aegon to have continued to visit her for several years.

Megette. A blacksmith's wife whom Aegon bought for seven gold pieces and the threat of his guards. They had a four-year affair during its she bore Aegon four daughters: Alysanne, Lily, Willow, and Rosey. When Viserys found out, he sent Megette back to her husband, who beat her to death within a year, and gave their four daughters to the Faith.

Cassella Vaith. Cassella was the daughter of Lord Vaith and came to court as a hostage during Daeron I's Conquest of Dorne. She became Aegon's mistress but he soon grew tired of her and had no problem handing her over when, upon Daeron's death, the hostages were supposed to be killed (Baelor I decided to send them home instead). Cassella never married and lived in the belief that she was Aegon's one true love and that he would soon take her back.

Bellegere Otherys. A Braavosian merchantess and piratess, she met Aegon when Baelor sent him to Braavos to give Naerys some respite from his near-death experience after a stillbirth. They had a ten-year affair and three children, Bellenora, Narha, and Balerion, though many claimed that Bellegere had lovers everywhere and that the children could have been anyone's.

Barba Bracken. She had been a lady-in-waiting of the Maidenvault at the end of Baelor's reign, and met Aegon when the princesses were freed. She was his mistress when he rise as king and bore him a son, Aegor (Bittersteel), two weeks before Queen Naerys give birth the princess Daenerys and a stillbirth son, after a painfull labour that brought her to the brink of death. At that point Barba and his father, the Hand, began to speak openly of marriage, and this led to their downfall: Aemon and Daeron, Naerys's brother and son, forced Aegon to send them away.

Melissa Blackwood. Considered the most gentle, kindhearted and modest of the Aegon's mistresses, Melissa, who bore him three children, Mya, Gwenys, and Brynden (Bloodraven), was well loved by court and even managed to become friends with Naerys, Daeron, and Aemon. When, after five years, she realized she was losing the king's favor, she retired gracefully, and the nice memory she left behind at court facilitated the rise of her son Brynden.

Bethany Bracken. Sister of Barba, she was trained with the specific purpose of replacing Melissa and avenging her sister. However, she was caught cheating on the king and executed with her father and her lover.

Jeyne Lothson. Daughter of Falena Stokeworth and her husband, many believed that she was actually Aegon's own daughter, and this led to all sorts of rumors spreading, including that Aegon was having threesome with both mother and daughter at the same time.

Serenei of Lys. Aegon's last mistress, she was considered the most beautiful of them, but the coldest, despite Aegon's calling her "Sweet Serenei", and was accused of being a witch. Last descendant of an ancient and noble but poor Valyrian Lyseni family, she died given the king his last known child, a daughter named Shiera Seastar.

Honorable mention goes to Daena and Elaena Targaryen, who were sisters and Aegon's cousins. Daena had by Aegon a natural son, Daemon Blackfyre, while, although not proven, it is likely that he was also the father of Viserys Plumm, Elaena's son.

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 3 months ago

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Christmas Fair 💖 pt 3.

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creepywrites · 2 years ago

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Real names

Jeff the Killer- Jeffrey woods

Liu- Liu Woods

Ben- Ben Lawman

Sally Dawn- Sally Dawn (formerly Williams)

Sam Williams- Sam Williams

Milo the Electrocuted- Milo Moretti

Lulu- Lucille Greatfield

Clockwork- Natalie Rogers (formerly Quellette)

Zero- Zero

Jane the killer- Jane Vaughn Richardson (formerly Richardson)

Mary Vaughn- Mary Vaughn

Jane Everlasting- Jane Arkensaw

Vailly Evans- Vailly Evans

Nathan the nobody- Nathan Lux

Crystal the Hidden- Crystal Lux

Eyeless Jack- Jack Nyras

Kate the chaser- Kate Hayes

Rouge- Heather Marshall

Wilson the basher- Wilson Marshall (formerly Warren)

X-virus- Cody Rogers

Lazari- Lazari Swann

Stripes- Eloise Bellarose

Kaidy- Kaidy Zalgo

Senora Zalleen- Pandora Zalleen s.

Rasika- Rasika

Nina the killer- Nina Hopkins

Puppeteer- Puppeteer (formerly Johnathan Blake)

Zachary- Zachary Gibson

Emra- Emra Aldrige

Bloody painter- Helen Otis

Suicide Sadie- Sadie nanook (formerly Bennett)

Roadwalker- Zayner Nanook

Judge angel- Dina Angela-Otis (formerly Clark)

Nurse Ann- Ann Mia

Randy- Randy Harrison

Sully- Sully Harrison

Keith- Keith Davis

Troy- Troy Green

Dollmaker- Vaughn Volikov

Svetlana- Svetlana Volikov

Vicky genocidal- Victoria Ross

Hannah the killer- Hannah Jackson

Lily Kennett-Lily Kennett

Hung iris- Iris Illman

Lifeless Lucy- Lucy Jones

Asylum Nancy- Nancy Adams

Chris the Revenant- Chris Myers

Monday Child- Christabel Smith

Laughing Jill- Laughing Jill

Laughing Jack- Laughing Jack

Toby- Tobias Rogers

Lurking Lyra- Lyra Rogers

Killing Kate- Katherine Knight

Lost Silver- Lost Silver (formerly Hibiki)

Cata the Killer- Cata Blackwood

Rotten Abigail- Abigail Walker

The Hare- Lin Wang

The Doll- Andrea Stevens

Raven- Manon Plume

Anna Schurks- Anna Schurk

Weeping forest- Jenifer Rhynes

Nightmare Ally- Adeline Abendroth

Red Death- Sifreid Gadriel

Gas mask maid- Marion Gadriel

Tim- Timothy Wright

Jessica- Jessica Locke

Taylor- Taylor Locke

Ellie- Ellie Aimoto

Labrador- Dean Lupei

Moth boy- Benjamin Miller

Starved angel- Lyet (formerly Matthew Lyet Campbell)

Sketcher- Sakura Aki

Sarah Erickson- Sarah Erickson

Hannya- Momoko Yamashita

Rosie- Dorothy Wilder

Hunter the proxy- Ethan Wilder

Doctor Irina- Irina Kennett

Deborah- Deborah Robison

Lucy the cannibal- Lucille Johnson

Andie Rosslyn- Andie Rosslyn

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ask-kala-the-hazbin · 3 months ago

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HELLO MY CHILD

Ello :3 I run the @askyourauntierosie and @alastor-smells-bad role play blogs so yah :D this is my oc becuz like half of these ppl ik have Ocs and role play as them and I thought it would be cool 🥲 so here I am :D THE FROUP ROSTER IS AT THE BOTTOM!

random shit u can do to Kala >:>

gender swap her ( 5 asks )

Give her a truth serum ( 5 asks )

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uhh I found the template thingy on Pinterest I think the search was “oc fill out sheet” or something like that

I used bases from Pinterest for all of the arts below, this is her full body design below.

and this bottom one is her valentines design, I used a base tho

THE BASE

SUMMARY OF HER PERSONALITY: she adjusts to the people around her to help them and to seem strong or give off a certain impression

Rules!

No NSFW or literally anything sexual, it’s FINE to a certain degree. But both me and my Oc are Asexuals

2. Be nice :D! Don’t be a mean bean >:<!!!

ABOUT THE MOD

u will learn nothing from here, other than the fact that I usually talkin parentheses :3 . I like to draw, I use the pronouns she/her or rlly anything other than he/him ig. That’s it >:D

THE OFFICIAL GROUP ROSTER!!!

CANON CHARACTERS!!!

Charlie and Vaggie= @charlieandvaggiehazbinhotel Owned by Zoe

Lucifer= @lucithekingofhell Owned by Zoe

Husk= @huskthebartender Owned by Zoe

Niffty= @niffty-gal Owned by Rory

Vaggie= @silver-amor Owned by Rory

Angel Dust= @ask-angel-anything Owned by Atlas

Alastor= @ask-alastor-anything Owned by Atlas

Valentino= @ask-overlord-valentino-anything Owned by Atlas

Vox= @Alastor-sucks-ass Owned by me/ Basil

Velvette= @overlordvelvet Owned by Imogen

Rosie= @charminganddangerousoverlord Owned by Imogen

Crymni= Old account has been deleted. Replacement date unknown

OCS!!!

Zoe Hartfelt= @zoe-hartfelt Owned by Zoe

Trace= @trace-fishdemon Owned by Rory

Zora Blackwood= @zora-blackwood Owned by Atlas

Kala Thistlebush= @ask-kala-the-hazbin Owned by me/ Basil

Phoenix= @askx-phoenix Owned by Phe

Sora= @askx-sora Owned by Phe

Lily= @l1ly-dog Owned by Phe

Layla= @laylastargazer Owned by Imogen

Pheobe= @pheobe-stargazer-stargazer Owned by Astrid

Vexter= @vexter-the-comedian Owned by Brook

Holly= @holly-the-fallen-angel Owned by Hazel

Kai= @kai-the-foxxy Owned by Crystal

T= @traveling-monster Owned by Penguin

Amy= @hells-sleepiest-succubus Owned by Penguin

Claria= @crow-sinner-claria Owned by Penguin

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 1 year ago

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In no particular order, and minus the McKinney clan cause lawd knows they have all gotten away with something!:

tag the oc that has gotten away with a crime

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nightwhispcrs · 4 months ago

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possibly excessive mini event starter call, because i am insane about this season. for the next few weeks, these threads with be my priority, so even if we have other threads with our muses feel free to request something here. ***max request of 4 starters per mun, pls

adam newman (1/3) — drusilla he'll be running his stall for his coffee shop, crimson lights. festive pastries, coffee, tea, and little gift trinkets will be for sale. he may sneak away to buy some gifts at some point.

arnold novak — (1/3) martin blackwood they're hosting a booth that's selling handmade wreaths and little festive plants, such as poinsettias and white lily/red rose bouquets. being around so many people makes them nervous, but he'll be enjoying it for the most part.

charlie dalton (1/3) — zenitsu they'll be working at a stall from their bookshop offering used and free books. can help you find the perfect gift.

craig manning — (0/2) he'll be performing on his lil guitar around the festivities.

eli joseph stock — (0/3) they'll be riding their bike around looking for the perfect gifts for their friends and partner. maybe participating in the snowman building.

gael martinez — (0/3) doing live street art all over the market, including on the streets, sidewalks, walls etc. he'll have a spot where you can participate in a giant, communal mural if you wish.

irina denali — (1/3) ithan she'll be ice skating, participating in the snowball fight, and being competitive at the carnival games if you want to join in.

jack shephard — (0/2) he'll mostly be shopping around for some gifts, enjoying a drink or two, and being glad for a day off of work from the hospital. after a stressful year i'll let him relax for a day.

jason bourne — (0/2) he's convinced someone wants to bomb the market or something, so he's on high alert and probably having a terrible, paranoid time.

jim hopper — (0/2) having lots of coffee- so much coffee- and browsing. and some drinks. trying to stay warm because he hates the cold now. you might catch him in a good or bad mood.

katniss everdeen (1/3) — legolas she's just hanging around, checking out all the stalls and what everybody has to offer. she's not used to having any money to buy gifts, so now that they have some they're not sure the right way to spend it.

michael guerin — (0/3) alien boy will be a little bit drunk but having a good time. will probably blow too much money on trying to prove a point at the carnival games (which he's bad at) and buying things he doesn't need.

monica geller — (0/3) she'll be selling plenty of festive and holiday lattes, themed teas and drinks, pastries, and desserts and appetizers from her restaurant, juniper cafe.

naomi pierce — (0/3) she'll be dropping so, so much money on all the stalls so if your business needs a boost... have her drop by. she'll also be donating a ton of toys and clothing to charity, as well as soliciting donations for the nonprofit for children she works with.

reid oliver — (0/2) he doesn't know what to do with himself, so a lot of his time will be spent alone looking for tons of food and eating it solo in front of the performers.

richie jerimovich — (0/3) he might be extra moody seeing everybody be so cheery and festive. he's just sad and miserable inside and wants friends and family again. pls get him to participate in some of the events and activities!!

roman roy (2/3) — jaskier, zhao yunlan his bar is having a mini bar fully stocked with alcoholic festive drinks, so drop on by and partake in some with him.

sarah walker — (0/2) she'll probably be trying to gather intel, but i want to force her to have a good time so pls drag her into some festive things. maybe she can finally make some good holiday & christmas memories.

sue storm — (0/2) she'll probably be hanging around the ice skating rink and browsing various stalls.

violet baudelaire — (1/3) kell the vintage store she manages will have a stall, so she'll have hand-selected items from the shop, including clothing, jewelry, home decor, and all sorts of random things that would make good gifts.

zoe rivas — (1/3) miles hollingsworth iii she'll be running a wine tasting booth and having a good time

#hw: starter call

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