#and damon get to be a bit silly

[minalblood]

Absolutely great story!

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elena Gilbert/Damon Salvatore Characters: Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert Additional Tags: Romance, Vampires, Compulsion, Falling In Love, Minor Elena Gilbert/Stefan Salvatore, Studio Ghibli References, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Memory Magic, Past Human Elena Gilbert, Sassy Damon Salvatore, Sassy Elena Gilbert, The Vampire Diaries (TV) Season 4, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Survivor Guilt, Hurt/Comfort, Damon Salvatore Needs a Hug, Elena Gilbert needs a hug, Flirting, Hidden Depths, Mutual Pining, Protective Damon Salvatore, Road Trips, Adventure & Romance, Soulmates, Recovered Memories, Love, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Eventual Happy Ending, Humor, Eventual Romance, Sexual Tension, Happy Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Damon Salvatore being Damon Salvatore, Dungeons & Dragons References, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net Series: Part 1 of Hero-Verse Summary:

What if Damon compelled Elena more than twice prior to her transition? Damon doesn’t like anyone to see the good in him, and it’s so easy to erase memories of its existence. On the day she becomes a vampire, Elena remembers. Takes place in early S4 with a subtle flavor of canon-divergence for maximum D/E goodness.

Has a sequel called With Great Power, but each story can stand on its own, too.

“Character is what you are in the dark.” – Dwight Lyman Moody

A veritable monsoon was brewing in Elena’s heart. The last few days had been so eventful, so tumultuous, that she felt like her entire inner world was a snow globe vigorously shaken, and she could see nothing but fluffy, opaque flakes.

She drowned. She transitioned. She became a vampire.

Now that she finally took some time alone to decompress – to process all that had happened – she felt the tumult of emotion finally begin to overtake her.

Both Damon and Stefan had warned her – everything would be magnified. Caroline attested that her emotional state would initially be erratic. But nothing could have prepared her for this.

She felt hollow, empty, devoid of substance.

She felt overwhelmed, overfull, teeming with life.

She felt like she was bursting at the seams, because she was at once devastatingly heartbroken and blissfully in love. Her subconscious pulled at her teasingly, suggesting that there was more to this revelation than the terrified human she had been was willing to admit.

Returning to a trusted source to make sense of the hurricane inside, she grabbed her diary, and prepared to write. Her laughing subconscious, however, had other ideas, as images began to take shape.

~*~* Memory Begins*~*~

Elena found herself on a forest road, close to the bonfire party on what she knew to be the most traumatic night of her life. This was before, however, when life was still peaceful – when she was happy, and carefree, and felt like she deserved to be alive.

When her selfish decision to sneak out to a teenage party, for which she spent every remaining moment tormenting herself, had cost her not only her parents, but Jeremy’s emotional well-being, and her right to happiness.

This was the before. This was the night she relived a million times since then, each time praying she had made a different choice and just stayed home, or caught a ride with her friends, or done anything but ask her parents to pick her up.

This had been another life.

Suddenly, she saw herself approach, filled with life and wonder, despite the vaguely troubled look on her face. She felt a strange, faraway pull, as though her present emotions observing were mingling with those of the young woman walking down a path in the dark woods.

The Elena of yesteryear.

“I know, Bonnie. You’re right. You and my mom both are. I just can’t bring myself to tell him – at least not tonight. I’ll call you later.”

She felt it more than heard it. A sudden shift in the air and a peculiar pull at her heart, something ethereal that she couldn’t quite explain, though found oddly captivating. A decidedly breathtaking man appeared before her suddenly, looking at her with such unabashed longing that she felt her breath hitch in her throat. She suddenly wondered if she had walked into a dream. “Katherine,” he breathed the name with a distinct reverence, as though it had been the answer to every prayer he had ever uttered. Elena was mesmerized.

“No, um,” she looked around to see if he had been talking to someone else, suddenly disappointed that another had already captivated his heart. “I’m Elena.”

“Oh, you just look,” he began, evidently too stunned to form coherent thoughts.

“I’m sorry.” He had the grace to be mildly embarrassed, though a lean confidence quickly overtook him, his demeanor brimming with charm. “You just really remind me of someone. I’m Damon.” He seemed to be studying her, as though she were a puzzle he was trying to solve.

“Not to be rude or anything Damon, but it’s kind of creepy that you’re out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“You’re one to talk. You’re out here all by yourself,” her dashing interlocutor replied, blue eyes shining with delight.

“It’s Mystic Falls. Nothing bad ever happens here.”

Elena noticed the way his smile seemed to suddenly widen, as though laughing at a private joke. She meant to ask him about it, but she suddenly felt nervous that he would mistake her curiosity for prying. Instead, in her desire to keep speaking with this enchanting man, she chose to be the first to volunteer to share.

“I got into a fight with my boyfriend,” she gestured to her phone, a telling grimace on her face.

“About what? May I ask,” Damon raised his arms to indicate his well-intentioned inquisitiveness, at which Elena was secretly relieved that it wasn’t just her who was afraid of prying, but seemed genuinely interested. She suddenly felt closer to him, more connected.

“Life, future – he’s got it all mapped out.” The truth was that Elena had felt trapped for some time. She and Matt had been friends since childhood – practically inseparable – but that bond should have never evolved to romance. Now she feared that if she were to break his heart, she would sever their friendship forever. It was a thought that nearly broke her, and yet, she knew she had to do it. What she felt for him wasn’t the love she dreamed of since she was a little girl.

“And you don’t want it?”

“I don’t know what I want,” Elena shrugged.

“Well, that’s not true. You want what everybody wants.”

“What? Mysterious stranger who has all the answers,” she grinned, aware that her attraction to him must have been evident in her dark eyes, but no longer caring.

Glancing away, he laughed, releasing a tension that wasn’t clear before. “Let’s just say I’ve been around for a long time.” When he turned back face her, Elena suddenly felt like he no longer wished for her to be this “Katherine,” though she couldn’t explain why. He was looking directly at her. “I’ve learned a few things.”

“So, Damon, tell me. What is it that I want?” The Elena watching the interaction felt her heart clench, missing this playful side of her. She had come out so rarely since that May night, and only seemingly around one person. And now she had pushed him away.

The Damon in her memory affected a curiously intense look in his eyes, as though he was speaking half to her, half to himself – an epiphany verbally manifesting in the space of a moment. “You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure – and even a little danger.”

The air between them crackled in electrified silence, a peaceful lull wrapped in consummate fire. This was her greatest wish verbalized. Surprising herself, Elena didn’t feel an ounce of anxiety in hearing her deepest wish spoken aloud. No matter what happened, she knew, at least a piece of her heart would always belong to the dashing stranger she encountered in the woods.

“So, what do you want?”

The question had evidently surprised him. The inquisitive look from before was back, studying her again, though now there appeared to be a lingering vulnerability as well. She found herself aching for the answer. They had only been acquainted for a few minutes, and yet it was already one of the most powerful connections in her life.

Elena felt as though he could see into her very soul.

Suddenly, a car pulled up into the distance, and Elena found herself disappointed that this interaction would soon come to an end.  Perhaps they could exchange contact information, and then he would finally tell her the answer to the question that seemed to cause him such consternation.

“It’s my parents,” she explained, pointing to the car. She began opening her phone to ask for his number, when she suddenly found him directly in front of her. The pupils in his eyes seemed to shift in a peculiar manner.

“I want you to get everything you’re looking for, but right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can’t have people knowing I’m in town yet.”

“Goodnight, Elena.” Damon took one last long look at her, affection reflecting in his eyes, before he sped away.

~*~*Memory Ends*~*~

Elena’s open diary suddenly materialized in front of her, the page still blank. She was breathing heavily, her body trembling in a way she found peculiar until she realized that she was crying.

“Maybe if I had met you first.”

  “Yeah, maybe.”

She had met Damon first, after all. They met and formed such a powerful connection that she subconsciously used his words when describing how she felt about him to Matt.

“When I’m with him, it just consumes me.”

 And then he compelled her to forget it.

She remembered her cruel words to him during that phone call – the lies she told him and herself. She laughed bitterly, the chocking sound piercing her own heart.

She was so afraid of her own feelings – the growing current that was pulling her under, drowning her – her emotions raw, powerful, consuming her.

The girl who survived her parents’ car accident – who blamed herself for their deaths, Jeremy’s anguish – the doppelganger who put all her loved ones in danger simply by existing, did not feel like she deserved that kind of love. In hurting, denying herself, she hurt Damon, as well. She didn’t know how to forgive herself for everything that her presence caused. And yet, it felt like there was a part of her that had hitherto pulled at her, preventing her from choosing him – a burden from which she was now released.

Hugging her stuffed bear close, she put her diary away, and laid down under the comforter. Perhaps the world would make more sense after she got some sleep, and she would find it in herself to show the wayward Petrova doppelgänger some kindness.

Elena suddenly awoke sometime around 5 PM, her mind plagued by strange dreams involving carnivorous pastries fending off hordes of riotous bunnies and squirrels.

She felt considerably better than she had before her impromptu nap, though it was now laced with a new, intense sensation – a nigh-insatiable hunger. This must be what bloodlust felt like.

She decided that she would ask Stefan to take her hunting today. Although no one else had been able to maintain his strict and unusual diet, she was determined to try. She had no idea what she would do if her new instincts would cause her to take a life, how she would ever live with herself.

Her subconscious clearly had other ideas, however, because as soon as she picked up her phone, she found herself lost in another incoming memory.

~*~*Memory Begins*~*~

She saw herself asleep in Damon’s car as he drove down a road surrounded by forest, a determined look in his steely eyes – a look that almost seemed to soften when she saw herself stirring into consciousness.

This must be the road trip to Georgia, she realized with narrowed eyes, based on the dried blood on her forehead. That jerk promised me he wouldn’t compel me.

As before, Elena felt a tug, and her sensations merged with her past self.

The first thing Elena noticed when she awoke was that her neck was cramped from the odd position in which she slept, along with a soft, lulling sensation. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was in a moving automobile, verdant vistas speeding past her through the glass separating her from the outside world.

“Morning!” Her vampiric driver cheerfully greeted.

“Damon!?”

“In the irresistible flesh! You would know. I heard you mumble in your sleep,” the grin gracing his face was nothing short of smug. Elena felt the distinct desire to smack it away.

Growing paranoid that she actually did say his name, Elena instead elected to change the topic to a much more pressing one.

“Where are we?”

“South Carolina,” he said, glancing at his GPS.  “Though we should be in Georgia … soon-ish.”

“What? No, we can’t be in South Carolina, Damon!”

“This marvel of modern technology begs to differ.”

“We have to go back. Turn arou –”

She was interrupted by a young girl running into the road, flailing her arms in front of the car to get it to stop. The sudden break sent her body forward through inertia. It was only when she felt the seatbelt dig into her skin that Elena remembered that she had just been in a car accident, and should, by all rights, be feeling considerably worse. Before she could properly ruminate on the conundrum, she heard a frantic knocking on her window by the decidedly panicked girl.

“Please, you have to help,” she cried. Studying her, Elena realized that she could not have been older than twelve. Feeling a deep pang of empathy for the girl, she stepped out of the car, earning an irritated look from her driver.

“What are you doing?” Damon hissed, evidently annoyed by her recklessness, yet by her side within seconds regardless. “Did spending time with my tyrant-of-the-forest brother and me teach you nothing about stranger-with-sharp-teeth-danger?”

“She needs our help, Damon!”

Softening, Elena turned to the girl. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my parents. We went hiking this morning and they fell down a rockslide. I tried calling to them, but they’re not answering.”

Elena took the tiny girl in her arms, running a soothing hand down her curly hair. “It’s okay, We’ve got you. We’ll help them. What’s your name?”

“Angie,” she gasped between tears.

“I’m Elena, and this paranoid man here is Damon.” She leaned in, whispering conspiratorially to Angie, “but don’t be scared. He just likes to look mean. He’s actually soft and mushy on the inside,” Elena added, unable to resist teasing Damon.

Looking absolutely scandalized, Damon turned his back to both his interlocutors. “Just take us to your parents, kid. We’ll see if we can help.”

“You don’t think they could be …dead, do you?” Angie looked positively distraught, her face contorting with despair.

“I don’t know,” Damon replied, affecting a gentle tone to his voice. Elena curiously looked on, surprised at seeing that side of him. “That’ll be a bridge we cross when we get there.”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Elena soothed, taking Angie’s hand as they walked through the woods.

“This is all my fault! If I hadn’t been a brat and insisted on going hi –,”

“No,” Damon interrupted, clipped. “It’s not. Don’t you dare think like that.”

Elena sharply turned to Damon, surprised, a reply ready on her lips, but instead she got lost in her own thoughts, her mind returning to a particular May evening that changed her life.

It took about twenty minutes for Angie to lead them through the trail, until they finally reached what appeared to be a thirty-foot slide. The ground below was obscured by trees, making it impossible to locate the bodies from above.

“They’re down there.”

“I’ll go look for them, and you stay here with her,” Damon called out, before jumping into the ravine. Vampiric abilities certainly had their advantages.

It took only five minutes for him to return with two limp bodies on either shoulder, finding Elena with her arms around the girl, whispering soothing words in her ear.

“They’re alive,” Damon announced, setting each one down on the ground gently, before biting into his wrist.

“Can you help them?”

“I am,” he responded, stimulating their throats in turn to help them swallow the healing liquid.

Angie looked on in utter confusion as she watched the wounds suddenly heal on her parents’ bodies. Within minutes, both adults began to stir into consciousness. Before any of them could express a word, Damon compelled each of the three to go home and forget that anything out of the ordinary happened that day, unwilling to deal with the fallout of their interaction.

Elena watched them disappear, suddenly feeling exhausted as the adrenaline from their little adventure began to recede. She walked a few feet away from the rockslide to take a seat on some welcoming grass in a gloriously sunny spot in the forest. She needed a few minutes to process everything that just happened.

“Are you okay?” Damon took a seat next to her, extending his long legs over the grass. Elena quietly marveled at how he always managed to look so comfortable.

“What you did for that family – that was really kind of you,” she tilted her head to the side, openly studying him. The behavior she witnessed today seemed incongruent to what he’d shown her previously. A part of her began to wonder who the real Damon was.

Damon waved her off, desperate to change the subject. “I was here, and you would have cried the entire way if I hadn’t. I just didn’t want to spoil my mood.”

“So, you did it for selfish reasons,” she teased.

“Exactly.”

“You could have just compelled me not to notice.” When he didn’t respond, she continued. “You took a risk feeding them your blood. What if they were on vervain? They would have remembered you as a vamp –”

“They weren’t.”

“Did you feed me your blood?” Elena asked quietly, looking at her healed forearm, which she was certain had a large gash on it from when her car flipped over.

“Yes. We’re going to a bar, and I need a drinking buddy. You wouldn’t be any fun if you just kept losing consciousness,” Damon responded, as if it were the most practical solution in the world.

Elena grinned, tickled by Damon’s absolute refusal to acknowledge his less-than-villainous qualities. “Okay, then, Mr. Evil Vampire.”

“Don’t you forget it!”

“I’m glad you saved that girl’s family, regardless of your ‘reasons’ for it,” she punctuated with air quotes, making it obvious that she didn’t fully believe his deflections.

Damon rolled his eyes, and made to get up, before noticing the haunting look settling in hers and sitting back down, concern written into his features.

“She would have spent her whole life blaming herself otherwise, most likely, and that’s a terrible place. She deserves to be happy.”

“What makes you think you don’t deserve to be happy?”

“I – This isn’t about me.” Elena was taken aback, immediately uncomfortable at having been so transparent.

“Yes, it is.”

“You weren’t there that night, Damon! If you had been, you’d understand.”

He was unusually quiet for a few long seconds, a frown lining his handsome features. He looked like he wanted to say something important a few times, but ultimately changed his mind.

Instead, he took one of her hands in his, tracing comforting circles on her palm with his thumb. “So, tell me about it.”

“There was a bonfire party on the lake. It was this big open secret. We thought we were rebelling against some of Mystic Falls’ more uptight traditions by having a Beltane party.”

“Beltane’s on May first,” Damon gently interrupted, teasing a smile from her. “There’s a surprising amount of overlap between the witch community and New Age-y folk.”

“I know, but the weather on the weekend never seemed quite right, so we moved it,” she laughed at their teenage audacity.

She sobered then, her heart once again filling with lead as she recalled the consequences of her decision. “I was grounded at the time. I can’t even remember why anymore. Everything before that night feels like a beautiful, unreachable dream,” her eyes took on an unfocused quality until Damon squeezed her hand in reassurance, urging her to continue.

“I really wanted to go to the party. I love the lake – I always have. Even though it’s just our tiny, local swimming hole, it feels so alive. So, I snuck out. But as soon as I arrived, I got into a fight with Matt about our relationship and the future, and suddenly, I couldn’t be there anymore. I called my parents to pick me up. They were furious that I disobeyed them, but showed up regardless, because they loved me. The car went off the bridge that night. Stefan told me that my dad begged him to pull me out.”

She was silent for a few moments, before she finally managed to speak again, her voice laced with tears. “They loved me, and they paid for it with their lives.”

“Elena –,”

“And now Jeremy is an orphan, because of me. And Jenna had to uproot her whole life and move in with us to take care of two teenagers, all because I’m a selfish idiot who couldn’t miss a party.”

“Hey, hey,” Damon shushed, pulling her into his arms as her body became increasingly wracked with sobs.

“It’s all my fault. I ruined everyone’s lives.”

“None of that now. What happened was an accident. You couldn’t have known.”

“I’m a monster.”

“You’re a teenager. Probably the same thing.” This had the desired effect of earning a giggle through her tears.

Damon continued running a soothing hand down her hair and kissed her forehead, finally pilling back to look at her. “You have to promise me something, okay, Elena?”

“What?”

“That with me, you won’t let your guilt prevent you from having fun. I can tell you that between the two of us, I have a lot more to feel guilty about, so you can let go. Can you do that for me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Can you try?”

She nodded mutely, not trusting herself to speak.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” she smiled, genuinely, for what felt like the first time in ages. The Sun suddenly seemed much brighter, and when did the trees get so green?

Were Damon’s eyes always so breathtakingly blue?

Her heart fluttered in an allegro rhythm as she pulled out of his embrace, suddenly overwhelmed by their closeness. Feeling herself blush, she opted to change the subject to take some of the attention off herself. “Why do you try to hide the good inside you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I may have started out urging you to save that family, but I saw how determined you became. It was important to you. Anyone with eyes could see it.”

“I just didn’t want you to annoy me about it for the rest of the trip,” he deflected, growing visibly uncomfortable with the praise. “Don’t make it into something it isn’t.”

“Isn’t what? Downright heroic?” A teasing grin graced her lovely face.

“I’m not a hero, Elena. It’s not in me,” Damon replied, his eyes suddenly downcast, hiding from her.

Knowing that he wasn’t ready to accept this part of himself, Elena smiled indulgently at him, though her opinion of Damon was irrevocably changed. Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You were my hero today.”

When she pulled back, the expression in his cerulean eyes startled her. There was confusion, and that was to be expected, but something softer, as well – maybe longing, hope, perhaps something more that she couldn’t quite place. She didn’t have much time to decipher his internal state, however, as all previous expression seemed to be quickly replaced by fear, and a deep, penetrating sadness.

Within moments, all emotion seemed to dissipate from his face completely, and his pupils began to shift.

Concerned, Elena, placed a calming hand on his cheek. “What’s wro –?”

“You will get back in my car and go to sleep for the next two hours. The last thing you will remember upon waking up is me pulling you out of yours after it crashed.”

~*~*Memory Ends*~*~

The memory receded and Elena once again found herself in her room, phone in her hand. She smiled, recognizing the day as the beginning of her affection for Damon. She couldn’t quite figure it out before – why she suddenly saw him in such a different light – but she supposed that her subconscious must have remembered what he compelled her to forget.

She did have fun with him in Georgia, she recalled with an impish smile. It almost felt like she was her old self again – joyfully twirling by a pool table when she made a lucky shot, teasing playfully, laughing.

At times, when they were together, it was as though the albatross she dutifully wore as a result of surviving that car accident suddenly fell away, and she was allowed to be a cheerful young woman again.

Still annoyed that he took such a beautiful moment away from her, she was at least comforted by the notion that he didn’t actually break his promise, which he only apparently made the second time she woke up on that trip.

And at least her stunning alcohol tolerance in Georgia now made sense. Vampire blood sure is potent.

The thought had her staring at her wrist in quiet concentration. Vampire blood, with all its powerful healing properties, was now coursing through her veins. The very same kind of blood that enabled Damon to save two humans that day and prevent a little girl from struggling with a lifetime of survivor’s guilt.

Perhaps she was saddled with bloodlust now, but with the drawback, came a boon.

Elena leaned back on her bed, smiling, imagination suddenly alive with all the lives she could conceivably save.

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[leiflitter]

hey i need ur felix and oliver and cattonquick headcanon s RIGHT NOW… ❤️

Well uh uh uh there's 200k+ words on ao3 which contains some of this but... under the cut because it's vaguely nsfw in places, keeping this as like... Oxford Ladz.

Felix is shit in bed unless you turn it into a challenge/game, and even then he's lazy as fuck so good luck. Most girls don't care because shagging Felix is like being chosen by a god. His routine is: snog for a bit, maybe shove his hand down your knickers, then it's the Catton Jackhammer asap until he rolls off you and falls asleep.

Going out with Felix is generally shit. He shags you maybe 4 times, then ghosts you and you find out he's moved on by seeing him fingering another girl outside of a club at 2am. He might buy you something, but the most expensive gift he'll get you is most likely some shots or a 3am kebab.

Oliver? Good in bed because he is An Observer and will see what works then Do That Until You Die. However, he only really sleeps with girls to help Felix out (he gets the friend, Felix gets the hot girl). He mostly thinks of Felix when he does this, but tells himself it's in a lie back and think of england way. He also tends to stick to hands/mouth stuff, because otherwise it's "why aren't you hard" and he panics.

Oliver is perpetually single, despite Felix's best efforts. Felix does not understand why girls have such bad taste. He insists Ollie is an absolute legend and anyone would be lucky to have him. He also gets oddly grumpy if any girls DO organically hit on Ollie, though.

Felix's short-lived "girlfriends" all think it's a little weird that Felix touches Oliver more than he touches them. Like he won't hold hands in public, but he's got his arm around Oliver all the time? Weird. If you're dancing with Felix and go to get a drink, most of the time he'll be dancing with Oliver once you're back and it is hard to get his attention back.

Felix gives me vague adhd vibes, maybe dyslexia, but he was born in the 80s and he's rich af, so it's never really mattered because he never has to try.

Big Oliver Autism vibes, the man is MASKING but again... circumstances mean he's just brute forcing things.

Felix has been made to play Team Sports but doesn't like them unless it's for silly reasons.

Oliver likes exercising, but mostly goes to the gym to be in a weird little physical activity enduced void.

Felix has honestly been bi as fuck forever, but never really considered why he was down to let lads in his dorm snog him back in boarding school because it was just kinda the done thing. Haha, just hormones, amiright?

Both of them feel vaguely destined to become their fathers and do not want to do that.

Felix had very weird feelings for Damon Albarn as a teen but again. Never thought about it too hard, he's just a pretty man, bloody hormones again!

Oliver cannot drive. He refuses to drive. He has his provisional licence for ID and that's IT.

Felix is often trying to annoy Oliver because any attention is good attention. Oliver just wants to revise, Felix, please stop drawing dicks on his notebook.

Felix absolutely is going full hair-twirly, eyelid-fluttery, dreamboy bimbo at Oliver constantly. Oliver does not pick up on this, but Farleigh does and is honestly a little disgusted.

Speaking of- Farleigh is primarily concerned that he pegged Oliver for an absolute capital-L Loser on day ONE and now his stupid cousin is basically throwing himself at Oliver. Farleigh has theories, including maybe hypnosis or Felix having some sort of brain injury from Team Sports.

Oliver was absolutely bullied in school, but not extremely, because he learned to make himself invisible. Head down, keep going, don't react.

Oliver didn't really GET music until Felix showed him stuff that wasn't just radio pop music. Unfortunately, this was after Oliver spent way too long trying to understand why Steps were so popular.

Oliver's initial haircut is based off of Zac Efron's in High School Musical. He has never seen HSM, but something about Zac Efron made him feel weird, and it just sort of... happened. He has a type, and it's Jawline and Eyebrows.

Felix's first thought upon getting close enough for Oliver to do the Big Blue Eyes Look Up At Him was "oh no," followed by just question marks and bike panic. And also, bi panic.

Farleigh complained to Felix a lot about Oliver but never used his name. It was just "the fucking nerd in my tutorial group".

Oliver honestly didn't connect Farleigh and Felix as cousins, because he was mostly too busy trying not to be painfully in love with Felix to join the dots from a throwaway comment in his first tutorial.

The money in Oliver's wallet at the pub was meant to last for the next two weeks. Boy gotta get lunch and buy bodywash and stuff, not shots for rich kids.

Felix immediately begins relying on Oliver to know his schedule. Oliver just accepts this and sends Felix reminder texts for his tutorials.

Felix keeps leaving hoodies in Oliver's dorm room. This is weird because they are rarely in there for longer than a minute or two. Oliver wears these hoodies because Felix keeps insisting that they'd suit him. Farleigh, yes, sees this and is fucking CONCERNED.

Felix assumes he'll have to get married and have kids as it is his duty to continue the Catton Line. He keeps making weird jokes about his and Oliver's kids getting married.

Oliver says he fancies Kiera Knightley. This is incorrect. Kiera Knightley is just the closest woman he could find to Felix.

Oliver lies to his parents mostly to avoid any visits or needing to go home because going back there is awful and stifling and guilt-inducing.

A few people in their group refer to Oliver as Felix's Pet, but only when neither of them are there. Farleigh started it.

Felix's initial emotional reaction to Ollie's Field Reveal was immense pride and the urge to punch Farleigh in the arm very hard if he didn't stop staring, the pervert. Felix was not staring, he was merely pointing his eyes in that direction, thanks.

Felix always has something in his mouth and it makes Oliver want to die. Most of Oliver's pens and pencils have Felix toothmarks on.

Felix does not understand how much things cost. Oliver does. Oliver wishes Felix would stop picking things up that "made me think of you, Ollie!" Because. Felix. That t-shirt was £50. What is WRONG WITH YOU.

Felix has occasionally considered seeing if Ollie'd be up for a devil's threeway if he found someone willing. He isn't brave enough to ask, because he knows Oliver would say no, but he thinks about the idea a lot. You know. Just a regular wild Uni party thing, right?

If Oliver hadn't gone to Felix, Felix would have turned up sloppy, SLOPPY drunk outside of Oliver's room one night and had a big baby tantrum and probably shoved his tongue down Oliver's throat. It would be the worst handjob of Oliver's life, but also the best.

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a peek into my notes app.

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tvdu oneshots mixed with opinions. completely different from my ‘tvdu opinions’ file and my ‘bloody hell! silly oneshots’ files. this is only 1/4 of the file.

damon in guyliner

y’all the witches go on about how vampire evil vampire must be stopped and then they take away someone’s magic for stopping said vampire

Damon just licked his lips in anticipation. "Oh, you know how I like having things pushed inside me, don't you?"

“You can’t avoid me forever, Damon!” Elena warned. “Maybe so,” he admitted, “but I’m still gonna try.” He darted around her, blurring towards the staircase and sliding down the banister, mentally shouting ‘parkour’ in his head. Damn. He’d been spending too much time around the little Gilbert. And teenagers in general. “Parkour!” Jeremy cheered from the couch, cradling a bowl of cereal like it was a newborn. Yup. Too much time around teenagers, Damon thought as he rolled his eyes.

“I just don’t get it,” Matt grumbled confusedly as Caroline walked away. She wanted to talk to him. Now she was walking away? First Stefan yanked Elena from him and now Tyler had taken Caroline. He and Elena had been on the verge of getting back together until Stefan showed up and stole her away. And just when he was seriously reconsidering his breakup with Caroline, Tyler was suddenly swooping in and taking her from Matt. It wasn’t fair.

ok but the locker rooms at the batting cages in denver 🤭

“Pretty boy?” Stefan spluttered. “Well, you are kinda pretty.” Elena shrugged into the mirror as she applied eyeshadow. “She's not wrong, brother.” Damon piped up from the doorway. “You’re a little bit pretty.” He patted his brother on the cheek and went to join Elena at the mirror, snatching her eyeliner with a triumphant grin. “I'm not pretty!” Stefan denied with a small whine. “Not compared to me, no.” Damon smiled sweetly, turning to reveal those blue eyes, now rimmed with black kohl.

s1 damon / eternal teenager verse: “Why is it she’s always telling you to leave her alone when she’s the one seeking you out?”

damon: “My father used to say I had the devil in me, but really it was just my riding instructor.”

someone (jeremy) gets runic tattoos with elena’s doppelganger blood because they want to be the avatar.

“Oh my god, it’s a room full of Elijah’s.” “I had that exact same nightmare once.” OKAY but put that line in tvd and Damon then goes “Really? I had a sex dream about that.”

“you really are quite the little slut, aren’t you, Damon?” The velvety croon of Elijah’s cultured voice makes it sound all the more dirty, and Damon can’t help but let out a small moan as he nods. “Very good,” the Original murmurs, and oh fuck. Elijah can do whatever he wants with Damon as long as he keeps talking like that.

“That’s so hot.” - Damon, every day. Alternatively: “Anyone else a little turned on right now?” // any time he gets pinned to a wall, he whispers “traitor” to his dick.

sassy elijah vs sassy damon except they kiss.

“Now, what am I going to do with you?” “Something terribly naughty, I hope.” delijah.

dabekah are essentially cats. very sassy ones. like a slinky black cat and a fluffy white one

idk some wedding, kol gets confused with american accents and brings a bear trained to carry rings

compel the president to make random holidays

kol and rebekah watch the hunger games and decide to do a real life version, compelling the tributes

“Klaus and Stefan pulling another devious act,” Klaus gleefully mumbles, high on the wolfsvain(™️) joints Damon and Kol had invented. Stefan just stares at him for a minute, silence filling the room as they blink in tandem.

 elijah walks into the boarding house, kisses the girls on their hands. damon holds out his expectantly, and smiles deviously when elijah actually kisses it.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Brooklyn

kai parker x reader

kai finds you wearing his shirt

tags: fluff, love confessions, cupcakes, first kiss

word count: 1.9k

“That shirt looks familiar.”

“Mhm,” you mutter, neither confirming nor denying Damon’s questioning statement.

“Swear I’ve seen it before…”

Shrugging, you grab a cupcake off the counter. “What are these for?”

“Caroline was bored. Fair game, she said.”

“Cool. Tell her I said thanks.”

“Yeah. Hey, have you seen Bonnie?”

“Not recently. Maybe she has a class? It’s only eleven.”

“Ehh, I’ll ask Elena.”

“Okay.”

He takes one more look at you, or, more so, the gray Brooklyn shirt loosely fit on your body. “I can’t place it but it’s bothering the hell out of me.”

The sound of the boarding house door opening distracts you both. 

“Bonnie, that you?” Damon calls expectantly.

“Nope, me.” Sporting a smirk, Kai walks into the kitchen.

“Ugh, why!” The older groans, “why do you still live here?!”

“Funniest thing - I don’t know where else to go, and you actually want me nearby so you can ‘keep an eye on me’. Plus, she’s here,” he points to you. “Is that my shirt?”

A smile was already on your face from Kai’s first comment, but it grows wider at his realization, “Mhm!”

“I knew it looked familiar! Ew, why are you wearing his shirt, YN?!”

For once, Kai agrees with Damon, “I hate that shirt.”

“Well I like it.”

“Why?” Damon repeats.

“I don’t know… because it’s… soft,” you start to blush, “and smells like you.”

“Ugh, get a room, you two!”

“We are in a room. You get out of the room.”

“A kitchen is not a room, Parker.”

“Kai,” you interrupt their mini-argument, “fair game cupcakes!”

“Wait, really? I’m not gonna get in trouble this time?”

“Nope! Damon said Caroline said ‘fair game’!”

“Hold on now, you two better not eat all of those. Just because they’re fair game doesn’t mean Caroline won’t miss them. She was up from two till six in the morning baking them because she couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?” 

“I don’t know, it’s Caroline. Regardless, don’t eat them all.”

“We won’t. Just one and then Kai and I will go.”

As you speak, the door opens again, but then abruptly closes. No one walks into the kitchen, and no other sound is made. 

“Umm… I’m going to go check on that,” Damon eyes the foyer suspiciously. “You two, stay put.”

Alone, Kai turns to you. “So… my shirt…”

“Do you want it back?”

“No, no, you can keep it. Like I said, I hate that shirt. But why are you wearing it?”

“I told you, silly. It’s soft and it smells like you.”

“Why would you want it to smell like me?”

Blush overtakes your cheeks and you have to look away from his face. 

“Y/N, you okay?” When you don’t answer, he puts a hand on your knee. “Hey. You’re worrying me now.”

You muster up a bit of courage to look up, “I’m okay. Just… I don’t know, it’s comforting. Makes me feel close to you.” Then you add, “I’m sorry.”

“What? Don’t be sorry.” His eyes check over you completely, and your words finally sink in. Oh. This is one of those emotions I’m still figuring out. Thanks, Luke. “Um, to be honest…” Just admit it. It’s Y/N, you don’t have to hide feelings from her. “You look hot in it.”

“Wait, really?” You swear your blush darkens a shade. “You’re not mad I’m wearing it?”

“Of course not. I was just surprised. But no, yeah…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but you do notice how he’s neglected his cupcake to run his gaze along your body. As if he’s found a more interesting dessert…

Kai’s mouth parts slightly. His tongue licks his lower lip and he takes a deep breath. “Can I-”

“No worries, guys! It’s Elena,” Damon re-enters the room with the girl hot on his trail. “She heard Y/N say Kai’s name and didn’t want to have to see him, so she tried to make a quiet exit. Unfortunately for her, I tracked her down so I wouldn’t have to suffer with you alone.”

The last few syllables leave more quietly as he notices your proximity. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” you smile sweetly, popping off the counter. “I have class at noon and Kai’s gonna walk me there. Tell Care thanks again for the cupcakes.”

“Uh, okay. Bye, then, I guess.”

“If I see Bonnie, I’ll tell her you’re looking for her.” 

“Cool, thanks. But don’t bring Kai too close to her.”

You roll your eyes, “of course, yes, I’ll watch out for the little witch’s feelings. No matter how stupid or irrational they are.”

“Y/N,” Damon warns.

“Kidding. But seriously, out of everyone we’ve faced and she’s most scared of Kai? It’s laughable.” A second later, you change your demeanor. “Anyway, see you guys later! Come on, Kai.”

As you leave, you hear Elena mutter, “bitch.” 

It makes you laugh. And when Kai sees you laughing, despite being angered at her choice of word for you, he can’t help but chuckle. 

“Do you really have a class at noon?” Kai asks as you walk farther into the woods behind the Salvatore house. 

“Nah, I just wanted to get away. My class is at two.”

“Oh.”

The two of you sit on rocks in a clearing. It’s always been your go-to hiding spot, but it’s a place you don’t mind sharing with him. 

“So what were you saying earlier? Before Thing #1 and Thing #2 showed up?”

He laughs at the nicknames. “Well… I was saying you looked hot in my shirt. And you still do. I, uh, was also going to ask if I could admit something, though.”

You feel a lump in your throat, “of course. You can always talk to me, Kai.”

“Yeah… I know. That’s the only reason I’m comfortable telling you this. I’m still not really sure of my emotions; I’m trying to figure them out, but they’re messy, and it’s hard. Like, for most of my childhood, and the time spent in the prison world, I was angry, and also, numb. I guess I’m learning a lot of the numbness maybe was loneliness, I’m not sure. But being around you, I’ve never felt either of those emotions. I have like, a whole new set of emotions, and have been trying to Google what they are. Of course, I still feel the anger and the numbness  - like when Damon scolded you the other day for finishing his bourbon, I was angry - but I’ve never felt that way towards you. Anyway, one of the things I searched for was for a feeling of like, bugs… but in my stomach. And it said I either have gastroenteritis, or that I’m in love. Considering I’m never sick, and I’ve never felt like this before, but I do know that I think I love you, I’m going to go with the latter and uh, I guess, admit that I love you.” He only stops rambling for a second to catch his breath, “and it wasn’t just today that I realized this. I did the Google search, like, weeks ago, but I’ve been looking for supporting evidence to confirm if it’s really love, but it is. Seeing you in my shirt, hearing you say it’s comforting to feel like I’m close to you, really, uh, solidified it.”

You’re speechless. Here is this boy - that you love - admitting he’s in love with you. A boy who has never really experienced love before, to the best of your knowledge. 

“Of course, the hot part of seeing you in my shirt was nothing new. I’m not a stranger to that. Even though I’ve never actually, uh… never mind. But I’ve never wanted nor felt the love alongside the… lust, but uh… surprise… you make me feel both. So, um, please say something, Y/N, I can’t stop talking.”

You finally snap out of your haze, blurting out, “I love you, too. I’ve also known for weeks, but didn’t want to scare you away, or mess up our friendship. That’s actually part of the reason I sought out your shirt. Knew it was one you wouldn’t miss too much, but definitely gives me a sense of having you close to me.”

“Wait, really?”

“I’m sure. To be honest, I had a crush on you even before the whole merging thing. But then watching movies here, spending nights at The Grill together… I mean, first I just thought you were cute, then I loved hearing you talk, then I don’t know, at some point I fell for you.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Have you looked in a mirror?” You blurt out without a second thought. Blush covers your cheeks immediately; it paints Kai’s face, too. “Yes, Kai, I think you’re cute. And you have a sweet side that you don’t show often, but I’ve seen it. And you’re loyal to people that you know you can trust, and I’d trust you with my life.”

The all-powerful leader of the Gemini Coven is at a loss for words.

“May I also add, you’re not just cute… it was pretty hot that time you choked that guy for information at The Grill. When you asked me to look up the location he finally revealed and I took a minute to respond, it was because I was distracted by your hands. The way your fingers curled around his neck, and how your rings rested against his veins. So, um, the lust goes both ways. Just so you know.”

He’s still speechless, but swallows hard. “Didn’t realize I had that effect on you. I thought you were just bored.”

“You could never bore me, Kai.”

As if that single sentence were a love language, he crawls closer to you. “Can… can I kiss you?” He stutters on his words.

“Please do.”

He starts slow at first, taking your face in his hands. Feeling the shape of your jaw; the softness of your skin. His eyes search for hesitancy in your own, but upon seeing none, settle on your lips. He moves in at the same pace, making the first kiss so gentle, it barely feels like he’s there. 

“Kai,” you whine.

Hearing his name come from your lips finally does him in. He deepens the kiss, grabbing a tighter hold of your face. Your hands go to his hair, pulling at it just a little. One hand travels down to your neck, and the cold metal of a ring makes you groan. Though almost as quickly as it started, it ends. Kai takes a deep breath after breaking it off, during which you can’t help but notice his eyes have turned almost black. 

“Just what I mean - cute, but hot.” You’re slightly out of breath yourself, but not as bad as he is.  

Kai smiles, then leans back, still panting. “Can I make another confession?”

“Always.”

“That was my first kiss.”

You stare at him. “Ever?”

“No touching, remember? Could barely leave my room, let alone find a girl to kiss. Then there’s the isolation,” he pauses. “But it’s okay. I’d go through all of it over and over if it means that when I get out, I get to kiss you.”

Your heart flutters like a thousand butterflies have taken flight, and you rush to capture him in another kiss. “I love you, Kai,” you mutter against his lips. 

He breaks it apart to smile, “I love you, too.” 

[im-out-of-it]

season 1, episode 9 continued

24. Magnus: don’t fucking touch me (aka jace thinking he can lay hands on magnus) BRO IF YOU DONT STOP LMAO

25. “you’ll both owe me. 14th century gold”- yes Magnus because you’re about to steal your future husband/baby daddy’s stele

26. “Oh, silly me. I forgot… you two are such great friends.”-Raphael

27. “or has that changed?” this whole decision reminds me of TVD when Stefan tries persuading Damon to turn into a vampire with him, like Stefan did it so he wouldn’t be alone while clary made this decision to have Simon by her side.

28. Clary is literally like wait we aren’t besties anymore??????

29. but Simon finally caves in and drinks

30. “maybe what I did was wrong or selfish”- clary. it’s literally both. I can sympathize with her wanting her best friend back, I do get that but clary never once thought about simon going through this change and how he would process it

31. and she’s still making it about herself 🙄 “I thought this” and “I thought that” but never how Simon feels smh

32. “you’re a shadowhunter, he’s a vamp, you two will never be equals” at least Raphael is coming with the truth

33. shadowhunters do think they’re better. and this isn’t all but most of them. Alec and Izzy are rare exceptions. when jace killed downworlders in season two, I didn’t see much punishment but when a fairie kills shadowhunters, suddenly it’s a huge problem and they all need to be tracked without their consent. I’m just saying that shadowhunters do all kinds of shit that they would condemn downworlders for

34. not Magnus name dropping Freud 😭

35. Alec: thanks for your advice Magnus. I’m marrying Lydia

Magnus: fucking hell, that’s not what I meant ☹️

36. I feel for Magnus here because he never wanted to push alec too much but he’s also starting to fall for Alec and doesn’t want him getting married to someone Alec doesn’t even love

37. he’s just so sad and confused. “marriage is a wonderful institution, not that I would know”- just you wait magnus

38. it’s sad because Magnus understands Alec but isn’t going to push alec if that isn’t what he wants so now I’m crying 😭 “goodbye Alexander”

39. CAN WE PLEASE NOT SAY GOODBYE?????

40. ah Alec is having second thoughts. not on the marriage but meliorn

41. if Lydia takes anything serious, it’s being a shadowhunter and we can all agree on that

42. now an alliance is being made and everyone is praising clary for it when Izzy’s the one who is wanting to rescue meliorn

part 3 coming in a bit

[stxrshxpxd]

🌷 fic friday;

“if i was a stranger”

90s damon albarn x reader,, banter, yearning

“Are you not burning up?” I asked Damon from where I laid under a tree. He sat under the next tree dressed in his grey suit with a black tie tight around his neck, in the nearly thirty degree weather. At the middle of his nose bridge rested his pair of glasses that always made my chest ache with infatuation. There was a faint glow of sweat on the skin of his cheeks, forehead and neck.

“You just want me out of my clothes.”

Damon gave me a smug look and I rolled my eyes, despite him being absolutely right.

It was the morning of the day Blur were playing Reading Festival and they were about to do their soundcheck in a few minutes.

“I didn’t think it was possible to be so in love with yourself,” I mumbled and kept staring at him when he closed his eyes and rested his head against the tree trunk again. A pretty smile came to grow on his face and a low laugh danced through the thick air between us.

I had always been attracted to him, ever since we first became friends two years ago. I liked to tell myself that he flirted differently with me than he did with other girls, and I liked to tell myself that my desires were only silly sexual needs that could be met by other boys. But it was getting more and more unbearable to watch him stumble between giggling hang-arounds and never really give me what I wanted.

“If I was a stranger,” I began and Damon hummed in response. “And I was a fan.” Another hum. I watched him intently. “And I begged you to shag me.” He smiled again and held in a giggle. I thought the already pink colour in his cheeks grew a bit in intensity. “Would you give me the time of day?”

I thought I had gone mad with sunstroke but now the question was out there. I was sweating and my heart rate went up with every silent second that passed. Damon opened his one eye and glanced at me.

“You know you’re the only girl for me,” he mumbled, smirked, and stuck his toe out to poke me in the arm. It was about as far as he could reach. I forced a chuckle and didn’t say anything, and neither did he. My heart was jumping up and down inside my chest now but with twice its weight tied to it. Then Alex called on Damon from afar to come with them to get ready for soundcheck, and seconds later he was gone.

[carlos-in-glasses]

Cig!! I am in desperate need of your help! I am seeing this very cool British band in a few months. They are called Yard Act, they’re from Leeds (???) and they’re very witty, kind of snarky, quite political. Really got their finger on the pulse of British culture. A modern Brit-Pop phenom, if you will (Elton John is a fan!!).

Anyway, I’m worried if I try to interact with them at all I’ll make a fool of myself. As we’ve established, British English and American English (‘Mericun) are very different languages!!! The last time I saw them they informed us that British people do not, in fact, say “well done” (I think they were pulling our legs tho because I have heard many Brits say it!). They also tricked us all into tipping the bartender!!

Anyway, how do I speak Brit? In their songs they use terms like ace, class and mint. Are these commonly used terms or are they using them ironically? (I’d love to start calling things mint, what does it mean?) If I tell them I’m on my ones will I sound cool or like I’m trying to be a 20-something south Londoner? Will they be impressed when I tell them I don’t watch face??? Should I buy them a beer or a pint??????

No worries, Lemon. I've got your back.

Buy them a pint. I think on your ones should be fine. I don't really say that - I am a south Londoner, but I'm not cool. However:

Greet them with a friendly, "Hiya, you alright? Haven't see you in donkey's years!"

The most important thing to remember: If in doubt, punctuate every sentence with Nandos, JD Spots, and 'Spoons. They'll know what you mean.

If one of the band members is very muscular, it's important you address him as an 'absolute unit.'

Only talk about Yorkshire Tea. Do not mention PG Tips, whatever you do.

British people do say 'well done.' I say it all the time?? Am I not supposed to? Please ask them to clarify.

Ace and mint I think are used a bit more ironically; class is unironic. All of them mean good, solid. You can also use the word solid. And wicked and sick and sweet.

Find out who they crush on most: Liam Gallagher or Damon Albarn.

If you can't hear what someone is saying over the music, yell, "YOU WHAT?!"

If something goes wrong, say that you're 'gutted' or 'miffed'; say the situation has gone, 'arse over tit.' Or 'this is rubbish, mate!'

If you're getting the best seat somewhere/the one remaining table, tell them you are going to 'bagsy' it.

If you're tired, your knackered. If you're drunk, you're hammered. if you're loud, you're lairy.

If things are a bit bumbling, it's a 'faff'/'faffing around'.

If you can't believe something has happened, you say 'can you Adam and Eve it?"

If someone makes a silly error, call them a 'daft cow.'

If someone is being annoying, say, "leave it out!' or 'put a sock in it, would you?'

If someone is opnely annoyed, they are being 'shirty'.

If someone is lying, you may accuse them of telling 'porkie pies.'

I think that's a decent crash course in the British basics. Please let me know if you have any further questions.

Please enjoy Carlos being as cute as this question:

[urapunk]

Was thinking about bruna and max, honestly if she had caught h before Gary did they could have been a actually decent couple LMAOOO (healthy? Maybe not but who is in bullsworth)

I dont know what to feel about them, but I dont know who would swoon more....

I feel like Max wouldnt really let it set in that he liked her until like, atleast 3 months of knowing her. He doesnt catch onto her hints, and he doesnt catch onto his own either.

Bruna had it from DAY ONE. she really thought that slobbering idiot was cute, but that soet of died down into a bit of a humbling situation. Seeing him being so.. Disgusting, at times, humbled her. She's more like a 50% love and a 50% hate yk?

Max started leaving gifts IN HER LOCKER. A locker with a LOCK on it. She'd find the (either picked, or broken lock) ontop of flowers, chocolates, or a poorly drawn sketch. She spent alot of money on locks at bullworth.

Bruna would just sort of buy stuff for him. If he wanted a beam cola or something sweet she'd buy it, ... But hesitantly. She doesnt want him messing up his headgear with sweets or whatever.

Max..... Does not know how to talk to girls. He left it to Bruna to initiate conversations before they started going on dates, because he just didnt know how.

Bruna would often have to protect him from jocks, telling Ted or Damon to buzz off or to go pick on one of the nerds instead of poor, but deserving little old max whitlocke.

Max WANTS to be attractive toward her... But feels he cant do so as he's shorter than her. She likes to flick his forehead or sometimes even lightly yoink on his hair.

He once got a little too open and bruna almost considered standing him up when their date came around, or just not going at all. He got a little bit too silly.

When the date DID come, she found herself hesitantly going, meeting him at the movie theater. She was nervous to see which movie he chose.

Max tried to be romantic, but eas a bit blocked at the fact that bruna recpiled a bit whenever he tried to put his hair on her shoulder or on her own hand.

After the theater was dinner, a nice little restaurant in old vale for them to eat and talk at. She loosened up a little after the movie, maybe because it was getting late but she was tired, but she was still totslly paranoid, glancing around to make sure none of her friends saw.

Max probably was the one that eent in for the kiss but was met with a nervous chuckle and just a kiss on the forehead. He went to the dorms and he sobbed to gary, who hadnt been influencing him just yet.

Bruna thought it wad cute after a few days, affirming that her red flag date could be a litttle green. She was willing to go in and chance it by now, but slowly.

Max began to leave even more gifts.. Scarier gifts.. They were a bit cute but.. Creepy too. It was a dead butterfly in a jar, positioned to still look alive. It had been preserved or taxidermied, if you can even taxidermy a butterfly.

Bruns thought it was sweet that it was a butterfly atleast. It was a pretty white one too, whivh she really liked. The red flags were always present though, she just.. Saw the pretty in it i guess?

When Valentine's rolled around and she had an art project, she stole a few supplies and she decided to make him a nice little yellow lily flower out of those bendy wires with the fuzz on them (pipecleaners i think?)

Max didnt think to get her anything for valentines day. His excuse? 'I'm not a good enough gift?'. She couldnt say he wasnt, but she was still upset.

this was a little weied to make, and i have no clue if the creator of max would be upset with it that i wrote this..

<3

[positively-peachy-143]

The poll has spoken!! We will be keeping the OG names for the Greek Mythology au, but here's he ones I came up with anyway:

Ponyboy - Kerdos (profit)

Darry - Dynamus (strength)

Soda - Fos (light)

Steve - Zilius (jealousy)

Dallas - Damon (overpower, tame, subdue, conquer)

Johnny - Fovos (fear) USED TO BE IREMIUS (calm, stillness) BEFORE HE WENT THROUGH A SILLY LITTLE TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE AND CHANGED IT you'll see it'll get explained I swear

Two-Bit - Asteius (funny)

You can kinda guess the role they all play from their names, I just thought it'd be a silly little idea yk

[mint-ty]

I know it isn't really realistic that jere could've travelled with JO on this tour more than he did, but damn it kinda hurts hearing that damon is doing it instead. 😭😭 (nothing against him at all, but i can't help my silly fangirl thoughts going along the lines of "he's making more of an effort and replacing jere" I need to stop being so invested in this...)

hi, anon, welcome to bojere depression corner 🌝 what hurts the most is that both Bojan and Jere were wishing for that too, realistically understanding that it's not possible atm "you have free space hehe?" "yeah actually we have one free bed!" "would be fun if I could come.. maybe.." "yeah.. maybe.. sometime.." 🥲 That free bed hurts them the most 🥲 And Damon is just appeared right time right place for all of the boys. JO are probably so used to each other so they didn't say anything while hearing Bojan sob in his bunkbed, because everything has already been said (disclaimer: I'm entering fantasyland), while Damon took one look at Bojan and said "Bitch, get a grip! you hog that laceshirt 24/7 anyway, least you could do is wear it on stage and remind everyone that it was Jere lusting after you this past year!"

anyway, nothing like a bit of regret to make sure your next steps solid 😀 2024 only just started 👀

[splatooshy]

I don't want to sound too pushy (sorry if I do), but will you keep updating "I think I've seen this film before (and I didn't like the ending)? also, I love your portrayal of Damon and how you write him! Have a nice day! :)

yes!! uni’s been heckers as of late (turns out screenwriting is a lot more time consuming than regular writing… who woulda thunk it?), but i’m still working on it, hopefully it will start cooperating with me and i can get it up soon! here’s a lil bit to keep you going until then:

“Damon says… he says that Father is… c-cruel to- to h-hit me. T-that it wasn’t my f-fault.” Stefan sniffles, rubbing the irritated red splotch on his upper arm.

Lily purses her lips. “And do you believe that?”

“I-I don’t know….”

“Do you believe that your loving father is cruel? That he was not well within his right as a father to ensure you learn from your mistakes? To better you?”

“N-no! Of course not!” Stefan knows that Father only wants what is best. That he broke the glass, and therefore must be punished. It was a silly mistake, but now Stefan knows to be more careful. He’s learned his lesson; if he’s good, Father won’t have to discipline him again.

“Then you needn’t worry yourself with your brother’s lies. Damon… he will say and do anything to get what he wants. He will deceive you into blindly trusting his every word. I know you love him, Ange, but that’s the truth. He’s fooled himself into thinking he deserves lenience for his own wickedness, and he’ll do the same to you.”

Oh. So that’s why Father has to discipline Damon so often. He hasn’t learned from his mistakes, not like Stefan has.

[-skip-]

There’s a few more minutes of sniffling, before Stefan leaves his mother’s rooms, wiping his red-rimmed eyes on his sleeves.

The boy looks up to see his brother waiting outside the door, and promptly looks away, muffling another sniff. Damon sighs.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” He asks, and Stefan nods stiffly, still not facing the teenager. It seems like Damon’s going to have to be the one to carry this conversation. “Would you like to go feed the ducks?”

Stefan doesn’t reply, biting his lip and decidedly not looking his brother’s way.

“Stef?” Damon’s tone is soft, and he kneels down to Stefan’s height.

“No,” the boy says, “I would like to be left alone for a while. Excuse me.” He strides off, leaving Damon crouched on the floor, dumbfounded.

Damon shakes himself out of it and barges into his mother’s rooms, no regard for proper etiquette. He looks to Lily with a hardened expression. “Why do you defend him?” He asks. “Why do you act like Father is some saint when you know just as well as I do that it’s the opposite?”

Lily sighs. “Of course you were eavesdropping.”

“Why do you defend Father?”

His mother rolls her eyes. “I do not wish to fill Stefan’s head with slander and lies. When I am gone, your father will be the only parent Stefan has. I cannot influence Stefan to turn against his own kin.”

Oh, the irony. Mother truly has a gift.

“You’re making it worse.” He glares at the frail woman. “These are lies you tell to convince Stefan that what Father does is okay. You’ve manipulated Stefan, for your own peace of mind. He’s a child. It was an accident.”

Lily just brushes off the words without a care. “Don’t pretend to be concerned for Stefan’s sake, Damon,” she says airily. “You’re upset that I’ve loosened your hold on your brother. That he is resistant to your influence. Once again, only ever thinking of yourself.”

Damon scoffs. “That little trick of yours no longer works on me, Mother. Speaking things into existence doesn’t make them any more true.”

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Lmao ignore me if u want but I have two questions

How would Kai be as a werewolf alpha???

And if he was a demigod like percy Jackson would would he be the son of???????

Here is a picture of our pookie as an apology

First of all, that gif is making me absolutely FERAL. Second, I want to bite him. [you have a lovely clavicle; i'm a neck person; that's just silly, you can't stop being a neck person] Third, you never bother me, I promise! I love answering these & talking to you through them (& comments)! I've just been so out of sorts lately with my home life and work life - both chaotic - but desperately have been needing to get back in the swing of things in terms of writing / posting / answering!

Now, to tackle these questions that have both brought hearts to my eyes... (and I was so excited, I made dividers to split them up)

tw: some nsfw (can I even write that on tumblr anymore?) on the wolf portion, but no warnings on the demigod part

#1 - werewolf alpha kai

FUCK

do notttt get me started on wolf kai; how the fuuuck have I not wolf-i-fied him yet 😭😭

okay. I had it down so bad for jacob in the great edward vs jacob debacle of the 2000s. I was OBSESSED with wolves / werewolves in general, too

funnily enough, I don't give a damn for the wolves in tvd. Tyler's fine. Hayley is fine in TO (not tvd tho lmao). The rest in TVD / TO are whatever; the ones in Legacies are HORRID

BUT wolf!kai would be sooo hot; alpha wolf kai especially, oh heaven help me

this man is already dominant & controlling, and with his SO, protective, but add that wolf gene and he's tenfold

he'd be an absolute menace... to damon, to tyler, to mystic falls in general, & maybe even to klaus... & to my ovaries...

starting off, let's just picture him as a wolf

i was actually thinking about this the other day... what if the actual reason that he was "an abomination" was if he had the wolf gene on top of the siphon gene somehow. like, joshua wasn't his real father, or his mother wasn't his real mother, idk, but joshua HATES him for it (kinda like klaus)

kai's childhood is the same - violent, abusive, isolated - and he ends up in the '94 PW the same way, but while kai shows damon and bonnie his ability to siphon, he never reveals the wolf part

when he gets back to the real world, he's going to have to transition again, bc he's no longer on a repeating loop of the same day, so he carefully plans for this

he makes sporadic disappearances throughout the month, so that no one ever catches on to him being absent on full moons

the only reason he's caught, is because [reader] stumbles upon him entering / coming off his transition, but lucky she's been crushing on him or is a wolf herself

if i were to write this out, this is as much plot as i've developed. i would add a bit in there, too, where she mentions klaus, maybe she has a connection to him, and they both can commiserate on their similar childhoods together

but that's all i've got so far; idk if i'm doing anything with it

regardless, wolfy kai!

SO

he'd be so much more temperamental & combative

if damon were to know, he'd be like, oh ffs not another one

but this gene also makes him stronger than if he were just a witch

imagine Tyler's fondness for fight picking + Kai's own flirty / cocky attitude + werewolf lore behavior + alpha behavior, and you've got a dangerous mix wrapped up in one very attractive man, i mean, just look at the gif

whether you're a wolf or not, he puts himself in charge of protecting you, even if you're quite capable of defending yourself

he has to have an arm or a leg wrapped around you, too, and is always on alert, even in his sleep

is also a very cuddly sleeper, is a big spoon, and will throw a fit if he can't sleep with you for some reason

when he's alone with you, he's his usual goofy self, and maybe takes a second to get himself under control in serious situations

but also as an alpha, still knows when to snap into his dominant demeanor when the situation calls for it

now... i've thought up several different scenarios where we could have wolfy kai... and since i'm me, i also have an nsfw section

...so here's that one first

breeding kink would be off the charts

especially as an alpha, where it's so innate, and if he has a pack, a desire to keep it going & keep it strong

and like tyler mentioned, "being horny all the time"

huge biting kink, but only if you're a wolf, too

play bites as a way to show affection, but bites during sex, too

bites in places visible to others; always marking you as his

again, dominant, and would be one to pin you down or keep a hand on your throat as a means of control

would be so into praising you, during & after, telling you how well you did & how proud he is (& how good of a mom you're gonna be jfdsnls)

on the flip side, i don't think he'd be much into exhibitionism / voyeurism because he'd want you all for himself & would not want anyone to see you in one of your most vulnerable states

however, if you were in a pack and someone was hitting on you & not taking any hints that you're taken, he'd probably engage it in to some degree just to teach that someone a lesson that you're his

wolf!reader x wolf!kai

when you're nesting, he's already getting excited. tries to stick his nose in your business, though, and several times, you've bitten his nose to get him out of your space, but he just gets more excited

when ~the time~ finally comes, he tries to control himself, but sometimes gets lost in the pleasure

you have to safeword somewhat often, which he always respects

and his aftercare is always perfect, regardless if you used the word or not

outside of the sexual realm, you are always together

it takes some time to sink into his stubborn head, but you protect him as much as he protects you, and he's very grateful for it

the two of you are your own little pack

and tyler is very jealous of it

eyes roll all across the room when you enter, because the MF gang is pre-preparing for the sass and stubbornness they're about to face; you compliment him well, much to their dismay

but on the bright side, he kills much less, and only threatens or kills if someone threatens himself or you

on a side note, i can see tyler trying to recreate your bond with liv, and her not wanting any part of that wolfishness

she will date him but she won't engage with that, especially considering tyler's wolf-associated anger issues, and kai being her brother who she wants nothing to do with

...but, she has to hand it to you for getting him under control & to her absolute disbelief that it could happen, loving him the way you do (jo, too, is practically astonished, however grateful - he is her twin, after all)

non-wolf!reader x wolf!kai

now, if you're a vamp, he has to be very careful not to bite

tricky during sex sometimes; difficult when you insist on helping him transition

it's much of a caroline x tyler thing; you refuse to leave him but he's terrified of hurting you

whether you're human, or a witch, or a vampire, he could hurt you, and the thought terrifies him

is insistent on a buddyship with damon or stefan, so that they can call klaus if an emergency ever occurs

both are reluctant, but are friends with you, and if something ever does happen, they'd hate for you to suffer, so they do

klaus gets involved & he and kai bond more than anyone would've anticipated

maybe kai reminds klaus a bit of himself - his childhood, his difficult relationships with his siblings, his fancy for one person in particular; maybe kai also reminds him a bit of kol, his own brother with a head full of sarcasm & jokes and a penchant for violence

although, if this is alpha!kai, klaus would notice that immediately and would have an, oh shit, this kid's powerful, moment that would knock him off his feet

kai might not even realize the strength he has, or he does, but doesn't let on to anyone that he knows how powerful he is

regardless of which, klaus knows he has to stay on his good side, and maybe he tells stefan to do the same for his own good

as long as no one becomes a threat, kai keeps his cool, but that alpha side comes out when he's protecting you or himself

and that, for whoever poor soul, is fucking terrifying

#2 - demigod parent

alright... first thought was Hades bc he's so dark & eerie

then I was like nah, way too much of a basic answer, just to tag anyone with a closed off personality and dark clothes as a Hades' kid (don't get me wrong, I love Nico, but in comparison, he & Kai are nothing alike)

Kai just doesn't have the personality of Hades' kids; he is way more than the dark witch he's made out to be by writers

he's extremely talkative, rather lively, & outgoing

ofc he's got that unpredictability & hair-raising ability to slink around like a cat without being noticed (i.e. stalking damon and bonnie for 4 months without their knowledge), but he doesn't scream child of Hades when we learn how talkative and touchy he actually is

so then, bc I haven't read PJO in 6 years, I did some research

Ares became a possibility... he's got some anger issues & is good with a knife

however, he doesn't seem like a child of war

most of his childhood, we can assume, he spent trying to avoid his father's anger & disapproval

sibling murder was the last resort for a depressed, distanced kid who was taught life didn't matter as long as the coven survived

and as vengeful and argumentative as he is, I wouldn't put him in a box with Clarisse, who picked fights 24/7

Hecate came to mind, but as a siphon, I think maybe not

if it was Hecate, he'd probably be outcasted by his half-siblings (and then I'd have to fight them, and it'd be a whole thing), so I took Hecate out of the choices

then, after more research, the obvious answer became Hermes

Kai is such a little shit

he's funny, sarcastic, and just seems like the guy to love a good prank

he's very smart, and can be manipulative if he wants / needs to be

his half siblings would more or less equal him in intelligence and personality, so he wouldn't feel the need to slice & dice them

(and also, doesn't Hermes have the most kids? bc his parents had a fuck ton of kids, so Kai would totally be used to having SO MANY siblings)

(plus unclaimed kids stayed in Hermes' cabin & Kai knows what it's like to be a family reject; they can commiserate)

not to mention, Luke was a child of Hermes, and I vaguely remember he went a little dark & crazy, too

granted, that could happen to anyone, but I can see Kai & Luke being like, hey, half-sibling, ~you're just as sane as I am~

now...

I also considered Aphrodite, and stay with me, bc he's so fucking gorgeous (I mean, again, look at that gif), and it would be cool to have a child of love with his emotions so turned off

imagine his father was so abusive (which he was), that Kai was so shut off when he got to camp

everyone shared rumors about his parentage; whispers of Hades circulated the most

but then it's Aphrodite who claims him, and everyone, Kai included, is shocked

for awhile, his siblings kinda outcast him & he's feeling it; he has definitely considered running away

but someone gives him a chance, maybe someone who feels equally unlike their godly parent approaches him & gains his trust, or maybe it's someone who doesn't like to see others treated the way his half-siblings are treating him

either way, he slowly opens up to them & begins to trust them; they return these feelings to him

with time, he gets fiercely protective & caring towards that person; he shows love in his own ways

eventually, his siblings start to see it & open up to him

once Kai realizes they're being genuine, he shows them similar attention, care, & protection

he might not be the typical child of Aphrodite, but his dulled emotions start to come through once he's given a chance & a safe space

... But as much as I love this headcanon, I say he's 100% child of Hermes. He just fits the bill completely, and I freaking love it.

[guppygiggles]

hello ! (sorry if this sent twice! Tumblr glitched!)

Thank you for replying to my asks at all- I appreciate any form of contact in reply!

If I maybe said or expressed anything that was off putting about things in expressing ideas about Avery & all- Im so sorry!! I may be overthinking or misreading things (a good part bc im still burnout and a bit stressed probably😅) but wanna make

sure you know that if anything did come across like that- you know im being sincere and listening to you!!

That's all super interesting about the world Avery came from and the life forms it may/may not have!!

The little creature is adorable and anything you create from these ocs are super interesting to hear about! I love hearing about the new characters and info you post! So thank you for telling me more so l can also understand more! It's nice to learn! ...and maybe learn how to send more affective teases to see if they'd fluster a certain Cloud or better yet...a Casp-Lee, if you will- {sorry for the silly play on words lol} ehehe)

I hope you are doing okay though!! I keep contemplating making a blog to talk more as me/my OC & actually DM’ing you directly!! but I worry I would be bugging you and the whole little tickly tumblr community a bit! But I hope you’re having a good day and getting some more down time since it seems like you’ve been working so hard/ busy!! Lots of good vibes and silly teases sent your way~✨

-Firefly Lee 🎇

No no, don't apologize! 💙 Nothing wrong with your ask at all, I just can't help infodumping about Avery and his world... haha. //// I'm so glad you liked the little critter, though!

Geee! //// Trust me, your teases are... plenty effective on me. 😵‍💫 If there's anything you DON'T need to apologize for when it comes to me, it's a play on words... 💙

WAAAAAA!!! 💙

Not forced, obviously, but I'd be thrilled to interact with you and chat if you wanted to!! You wouldn't be a bother to me at all!! I obviously can't speak for the whole community, but I personally say the more the merrier when it comes to people expressing themselves through art or writing! I'd love to have you, I'm sure we all would!

Yes, I am still very busy, sadly! 😵‍💫

I actually decided to stop doing tickletober for that reason... I probably should've made a formal announcement, but I guess this is as good a time as any. I had so much fun with it, but the main thing I really wanted to challenge myself to do was complete a sketch every day... and then I realized that even before tickletober, I was pretty much already doing that, haha. I don't see that stopping any time soon, either... I still have more ideas than I can even draw, especially now that Damon is here, and I'm getting ready to bring in another OC soon! I wish I had time to draw my lore stuff and do tickletober, but unfortunately I don't have time for both.

Anyway:

Thank you so much for this ask, happy Monday, I hope you had a great weekend, and feel free to message me any time!! 💙

[werezmastarbucks]

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Mother taught her how to brew simple potions. Although Y/N was more interested in riding her bike down the hill at the end of the road. A couple of times she already fell and scrapped her knees pretty badly. What nobody tells you, not even your kind witch mother, who for some reason insists that you call her Marianna, although she is the closest that you have to a real mother, - anyway, what nobody tells you is that even a little superficial wound the size of a thumb makes it virtually impossible to walk straight! For a whole week! The reason being the location of it. The moving part of the knee is one of the worst spots to hurt superficially.

Marianna braided her hair that day, and kept looking out the window, as if waiting for something. In order to have clairvoyance you have got to be born a witch, and the kind of intuition Y/N had was purely human. She just knew her mother.

"Are we expecting the dark man today?" she asked curiously.

On the days when the dark man visited, Marianna always braided her hair, and her fingers always shook, tugging at the braids. It was like she was happy to see him, but afraid of something at the same time.

He would come once in a couple of years. The first memories Y/N had of the dark man were vague and a little bit scary. Snow on the beach looks surreal even on the normal day, but a black figure marching sturdily through the storm is unforgettably eerie. He was black, as a raven, against the blinding white of the swirling silver of the sea. The wind was slapping her face with wet ice. His eyes were as grey as the water, restless and deep. He was beautiful, and mocking in a way, but pretty sincere. He took her hand and led her back to the house, and Marianna ran out of the door and was racing towards them, losing her scarf to the wind, losing her mind. It was unbearably cold, so he picked her up like she was a leaf, and the world swirled around them. It was Y/N's fault; mother had warned her against walking outside in snowstorm, but the beauty of the weather beckoned her. She fell sick and stayed in bed with fever for a week after, but the kind dark man brought her gifts. He brought her dresses, and some silly trinkets; colorful hair pins, and bracelets that didn't match; and some coloring stuff, and books, a lot of books. They, Y/N and mother, spent many a day laughing quietly a these adorable and clueless presents. The dark man was black at the core, mother said, and he couldn't be trusted. But, as he carried her to the house in his arms, through the storm, Y/N hid her face in his shoulder, and was a little warmer. He never looked at her with disdain, like silly people in the town. But then again, he was nothing like other people she saw in town.

So, today he would visit again, and Y/N supposed she knew why. Mother was getting old, and Y/N was growing up. She was almost sixteen now, and looking at the sea differently.

"He wants to take you away", mother said.

She was now seventy years old. Her body was like a dry tree trunk: straight, beautiful but fragile. Her eyes turned from green to very light blue, and Y/N knew for sure that Marianna now only saw with her inner sight. She was teaching her daughter frantically, because she didn't have a lot of time.

Damon, on the other hand, did not change at all. While Y/N grew up vertically, and noticed all the natural shifts, he stayed the same. Every time he appeared out of nowhere, uncalled, but almost always welcome, he'd be the same. The same black leather jacket and boots, the same black hair and sea-grey eyes, and the same cat-like smile as he observed her.

Y/N was not too flabbergasted at that; she already knew how to get out of the forest using the spirits help, and how to calm the raging dogs. So, one unchanging immortal raven with a smirk on his face did not surprise her. She just wondered why mother so feared his visit, even more with each passing year.

"So, listen", Damon said, walking at her side. She walked around him, still hearing the faint and melodic jingle of the wind catchers at the door. Mother stood there, one hand on her side, as if trying to listen. Y/N wanted to be on the sea side, so Damon obliged and stepped to the left a little.

"Marianna is getting older, and you're getting smarter", he said. His voice, youthful, did not sound too at ease with these topics. The tone of his voice was more natural for quipping and joking, and banter.

"You'll be seventeen soon".

"Sixteen", she corrected him.

"You know how linear time works, right?"

She sighed.

"She is afraid you'll take me away".

"I will, soon enough", he replied simply. "Marianna is old".

"She is just seventy", Y/N said, looking at the quiet waves of blue and green.

"She says that", Damon responded gently, "add a good sixty to that".

Y/N stared at him. Damon always squinted at the beach, like his spirit couldn't stand open spaces with so much sun.

"She just didn't want to freak you out".

His eyes could be very empathetic at times. Although Y/N did not know him too well; she certainly didn't see him enough to watch his eyes.

"I can sense it, she'll die within a year, Y/N. And you have learned everything you could from her".

"Who are you?"

Damon was quiet for a while.

"You were a very agreeable, very approachable baby. I watched your parents die".

"Are you a witch, too?"

He smiled slyly.

"No, something better".

They both looked back at the delighful little house with shelves on the eaves. The windows were open and bees flew in and out of the rooms. This house has absorbed the sound of the waves like a sponge; remove the great sea, and this dwelling will still whisper.

"I don't know any life without her", Y/N said.

"You'll be okay. You just need a gap year".

Y/N watched Damon again, as if trying to read his mind. Weird, she never thought of him as anything but a ghost. And what is he outside, in the wide world? Marianna did badly not to show her anything outside this green island.

"What's a gap year?"

[fumikomiyasaki]

More Random Twst oc headcanons

Are they well versed with the internet?

Never heard of the Internet: Brid, Odel, Osyron, Lydia, Fabio, Lennox, Ione, Bianca, Erena, Taylin, Agni

heard of it barely uses it: Saneria, Bolt, Slice, Phobetor, Eleafy,

Lost but knows the search engine and wiki: Kumo, Fuan, Tesadelle, Vanessa,

Basics and Flash games: Izar, Zariyah, Camilla, Eiji, Meyra, Kuze, Gabrielle, Media, Kome

Has usually modern knowledge of all functions: Mellow, Yasuno, Joel, Serena, Rubina Aiden, Inessa, Emil, April,

Sucks at memes, boomer but uses the Internet well: Henry, Beelby, Elvira, Nanoya, Tenera, Feena, Dragiselle,

Knows the most trends: Damon, Eve, Barry, Francine, Flynn, Andrew, Sindren, Sylva, Jin-Lou,

Knows every meme under the planet: Leroy, Carol, Lyla, Naomi, Taron, Ronnie, Ame, Eikichi,

Literally a Streamer, Content creator or Influencer: Bengal, Paula, Zyan, Mythra, Yuzuha, Julian, Brenda, Peko, Emma, Gregory, Tyler, Rachel,Grey, Gilly,

Tattoo Headcanons and meanings:

(Fuan, Osyron, Lydia, Ione, excluded cause its god influenced)

Arachninox Carol: Vine and Snake tattoos, despite not getting her vine powers, she gets the tattoo solely as a ref that a little bit of herself is still kinda inside her, yet she herself doesn'T notice this, she also gets a tattoo under her chest with a heart, symbolizing her care for being loved still, only the snake symbolizes the takeover and poison inside her metaphorically Bengal: Ocelot picked that tattoo for him, it was traditional from his culture and it was cause they are besties, this way he keeps his boy band members with him Meyra: its the crest of her house which she tries to hide Kumo: The heart tattoo is matching his friends but the stars he gets later on his back and torso are moreso to represent his love for the night sky Odel: He got them as he practised Crystal magic as a prove of his mastery Lyla: The kanji for hope gives her courage when she is scared Jin-Lou: The dragon represents her grandmas family symbol Sylva: It is hard to identify and she will just tell you she got it cause it looks cool Brenda: Duh symbol for Money cause greed Greg: the ring was a silly gag but he gets a ton of them in the future Rachel: Her father gave her the fox tattoo to show her strength Andrew: its to identify him from his bros so he has his number like they have Dragiselle: An arrow representing to move forward Kayne: Yakuza tattoos of a mantis... given he was fast as one Ame: She say its cute and puts attention on the right thing Eleafy: Cult signs Julian: He will come up with something cheesy why he has a triangle on his chest, the bat wings he shares with April just she has them on her back Louis: The rose was the sign of his old noble house… he got it long after though Fabio: He just likes roses and his brother got tattoos as well so

Reputation as Dorm leaders:

Henry: Very respected and looked up to… many students are intimidated but many also wanna approach him cause of business or his wealth so he is quite a popular student among NRC Brid: Many just assume... that Odel is the dorm leader and ignore her... she can't seem to get authority and people barely remember her She really struggles with that Barry: Many people are aware of his arrogance and to many students he is a bother, there is a few who do give him the time and popularity because he basically bought them to be his underlings but aside that… many are annoyed Osyron and Lydia: Hella scary to many students, they barely see the gods and if don't know if talking to them won't get them in trouble. Kuze: Many students see him as the junior, the Dorm leader that doesn't seem like one and instinctly would approach Yasuno more about dorm stuff… so he is liked but not really respected Erena: Given most see her as a chaotic adventurer other students also are not convinced untill she talks with them and you see how much charisma she has as a dorm leader and how to win her over well... She just wants fun and is a capable fighter in itself Flynn: As said he has a fanclub and many admirers but that is also true for Nanoya and Rubina, many know about his sketchyness and warn not to reveal too much to him. Peko: A lot of fans and big popularity among many students hence haters are quickly silenced… or at least yelled at by supporters… however higher year students often know how lazy as dorm leader she is and admire Emma more Tyler: Not many outside the dorm see him much but they often call him grumpy and many also just don't want to face his anger so he is only approached by people who know him, dorm members or fashionable to model students Gabrielle: Many Students admire her and cheer for her, also has a small fanclub and is highly respected among the campus. Its really hard to raise a voice against her. Aiden: Aside doing his dorm duty a loner and avoided cause of his criminal record, only dorm members really approach him… and some Exodus students cause of Kayne as well as some Valhunny students Sindren: Some are annoyed by the hero act, others admire her, some try to gain her favour cause of her money but Mythra shoes those away Dragiselle: the most secluded Dorm leader… Inessa does most of her task so not many met her, serves a similar Role to Malleus that not many have seen her at all... but in her case its protect others from her powers

[knowltonsrangers]

If you still looking for requests, I'd love to see the reader rescuing Ben or Nathan from some sort of a sticky situation/kidnapping or whatnot. I mean, them rescuing reader is always a chance for delicious angst- but the other way around kinda subverts the damsel in distress trope

[a/n: my brain immediately went to both. I hope that’s okay! thank you for requesting!]

Nathan Hale x reader x Benjamin Tallmagde

The rope has gnawed enough of his skin around his wrists that every time he shifts, a shooting pain runs up his arm and causes his teeth to grind against each other

“Must you keep moving?”

The flaxen-blonde tied up at his back whispers, in a major state of discomfort himself.

“I am trying to—“

“Quiet!”

The solider at their front turns around to bark a command, wrinkling his nose distastefully at the sight of the two of them, as if their mere presence caused a general loss of appetite.

“Sorry, sorry…”

Nathan breathes, a laugh tickling at the back of his throat. Ben hears it before it can turn into something more, successfully hushing the Captain before he got them both in any more trouble.

Benjamin sighs, tilting his head backwards until it rests gently against Nathan’s back, the man jumping slightly at the unknown contact, then immediately relaxes his shoulders.

“Are you trying to see the sky? I’ve forgotten what day it is…was.”

Nathan whispers, barely audible in his ear as he turns enough to catch Ben’s gaze.

“No. I am counting how many beams are in this barn.”

“Your sarcasm precedes you, Damon.”

“I am serious—“

The redcoat shoots them a look that rattles the brass on his belts, enough to wordlessly say that if he catches them again they’ll likely be sorry.

Ben nods, swallowing thickly and then returns to his previous act.

Nathan begins scanning the barn, shuffling uncomfortably on the straw that littered the floor. Likely looking for an out, a simple way to make a quick exit.

Suddenly, out of thin air, a bullet whizzes across the room, far away enough from the both of them, straight past the soldier, causing him to jump in surprise and spin wildly around.

“Who–?”

It’s a question that goes unanswered, as from an similar direction, a second failed bullet goes right past the target, causing him to back straight against the wall of the barn and slip out the door, likely to gather reinforcements.

Out from the top floor of the barn, you descend the ladder, nearly falling a few times before regaining your footing and hopping down at the bottom.

“Who is it?”

Nathan asks, unable to see who with the direction he faces.

“Are you alright?”

It’s a silly question, clearly not, but Ben can’t help the stupid smile that washes over his features at the sight of you with his pistol, sliding onto your knees to begin undoing the knots of the rope.

“y/n!”

Nathan chirps, the first to be free, standing up and stretching his arms over his head.

“Hi,”

You breathe in relief.

“He’ll likely be back soon,”

Ben mumbles, flexing his fingers as he is finally freed from the agonizing pain of the rope burns.

“We’ll be long gone before he does.”

The Major wobbles to shaky feet, then is met with surprise as you hand his flintlock back over to him.

“I wasn’t trying to kill him, but you’re a better shot than me.”

“Good work, y/n,”

His hand comes to your back, then Nathan grabs your hand, his opposite pulling Ben’s arm.

“Best we get going, yeah?”

You can’t help it, the smile that worms its way to your rosy cheeks as Nathan tugs you along, out from the barn and into the woods.

“Thanks for the rescue.”

Nathan hums, just when you’re far enough away to ease your pace, just a bit.

“Anytime. Couldn’t leave my two boys to sleep in a barn, could I?”

“You could have left Nathan,”

Ben jests, and you laugh.

“I’m happy to save you guys any day the week,”

The whole way back to camp, the only thing on Ben’s mind was how good of a shot you actually had to be to miss intentionally with a jammed trigger.