#and usually sing to them. they seem to like that

[solxamber]

ive been relistening to the villains' songs like be prepared and poor unfortunate souls and it got me wondering if i could request for the overblotted boy reacting to a reader, whos usually pretty docile and a textbook example of a "good person", singing their respective villains' songs. Except that reader's extremely expressive through their voice and movements. so much so that they look and sound so villainous that its a complete 180 from their usual self. maybe reader was just vibing to themselves and their inner theater nerd came out and was just having the time of their life and the boys just so happen to be around and heard them. how would they react? :D

Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil reacting to reader singing their Villain songs

a/n; i know overblot gang was requested but evil queen, maleficent and hades don't have villain songs so i hope this is fine!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle wasn’t sure what drew him to the courtyard that afternoon. Perhaps it was the faint melody drifting through the air, or the infectious energy radiating from the sound. But when he turned the corner, what he saw rooted him to the spot.

There you were, standing on one of the stone benches with an invisible spotlight illuminating your every move. Your normally calm, good-natured demeanor was gone, replaced by a commanding presence that demanded attention.

You sang “Who’s been painting my roses red?” with a voice that was equal parts theatrical and menacing. Your gestures were grand, your expression shifting effortlessly between outrage and cruel amusement as if you were a monarch addressing trembling subjects. It was captivating. It was terrifying. It was… perfect.

Riddle’s breath hitched as he watched you embody the very spirit of the Queen of Hearts. The fervor in your movements, the intensity in your voice—it was as though you had stepped out of one of his cherished childhood storybooks. You pointed an accusatory finger at a nonexistent offender, your voice dripping with venom as you declared, “Off with their heads!”

His heart pounded against his ribcage. Was this the same person who handed out snacks to dormmates without asking for anything in return? Who was always ready with a kind word, a helping hand, or a soft laugh?

And yet… this was you too. A side of you he’d never seen. Bold, commanding, unyielding.

Riddle swallowed hard, feeling heat creep up his neck. It was almost unfair how effortlessly you seemed to channel the Queen of Hearts he revered. How could you embody such power and poise when you were usually so… so… docile? His admiration mixed with a bewildering flush of pride.

You didn’t notice him, completely immersed in your impromptu performance. With a dramatic flourish, you ended the song, holding an invisible scepter aloft as if ruling over a kingdom of trembling subjects.

The silence that followed was deafening.

It was only then that you spotted him, his wide eyes and flushed face a dead giveaway that he’d seen the entire thing. Your mouth fell open, and you scrambled off the bench, your cheeks burning as you sputtered, “Riddle! I-I didn’t see you there!”

His lips moved as though he wanted to speak, but no sound came out. Finally, after a long moment, he managed, “That… was remarkable.”

“Remarkable?” you repeated, unsure if that was a compliment or a polite way of saying What on earth was that?

Riddle stepped closer, his expression torn between awe and embarrassment. “You—you truly embodied the spirit of the Queen of Hearts. Your intensity, your conviction…” He paused, his voice softening. “It was admirable. Inspiring, even.”

You blinked, stunned. “I was just messing around… You really think so?”

His cheeks burned brighter as he averted his gaze. “It’s… rare to see someone honor her so… naturally. I admire your passion. It’s…” He hesitated before meeting your eyes. “...beautiful.”

Your breath caught, and for a moment, you both stood in awkward silence, the weight of his words settling between you. Then, with a nervous laugh, you scratched the back of your head. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the show, Your Honor.”

Riddle’s lips twitched, almost into a smile. “I did.” Then, in a quieter voice, he added, “I always do.”

Leona Kingscholar

Leona wasn’t the type to eavesdrop. Not intentionally, anyway. But when he heard a low, familiar melody echoing from one of the quiet courtyards, his ears twitched involuntarily. Curiosity got the better of him, and he sauntered toward the sound.

What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.

There you were, pacing back and forth on the edge of a stone fountain like a monarch surveying their pride. Your voice rang out—low, powerful, dripping with calculated malice—as you sang “Be prepared!” You punctuated the words with dramatic gestures, your arms sweeping through the air as if commanding an invisible army.

Leona’s tail flicked, his sharp green eyes narrowing. Where was the soft-spoken person he knew? The one who gave others the benefit of the doubt even when they didn’t deserve it? The one who, annoyingly, always had a kind smile ready for anyone in need?

No, this was someone else entirely. Someone confident. Dangerous. Mesmerizing.

“Meticulous planning, tenacity spanning, decades of denial…” Your voice grew stronger with each line, rising and falling in time with your movements. The sneer on your lips, the glint in your eyes—it was uncanny. You weren’t just singing the King of Beasts’ song. You were the King of Beasts.

Leona’s chest tightened as he watched you embody everything he admired about his ancestor. The cunning, the ambition, the audacity to demand a throne that should have been his by right. He knew those feelings well, knew the fire that came with them. And yet, seeing you channel them so effortlessly… it struck a chord he hadn’t expected.

And damn, if you didn’t look good doing it.

You reached the final verse, throwing your arms wide with a triumphant grin. “Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared—be prepared!” Your voice echoed in the empty courtyard, the last note lingering in the air as you struck a dramatic pose.

Silence followed. Then—

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Herbivore.”

You jumped, nearly toppling into the fountain. “Leona!” you yelped, whipping around to see him leaning against a pillar, arms crossed and an infuriating smirk on his face.

“How long were you standing there?” you demanded, your cheeks heating up.

“Long enough.” He pushed off the pillar and strolled toward you, his gaze sharp and appraising. “You’ve been holding out on me, huh? All this time, you’ve been playin’ the meek little herbivore act, and now I catch you out here auditioning for the role of a lifetime.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I was just goofing around! It’s not like—ugh, I can’t believe you saw that.”

He chuckled, low and deep. “Relax. I’m not complainin’. You nailed it, by the way. The whole ambition thing? Kinda suits you.”

You peeked at him from between your fingers, unsure if he was teasing or being sincere. “You’re not… weirded out?”

“Why would I be?” He tilted his head, his smirk softening into something almost fond. “You were channeling the King of Beasts, weren’t you? ‘Course you looked good doin’ it.”

His words made your heart skip, but before you could respond, he leaned in closer, his green eyes glinting. “Still, you’ve got guts pullin’ that off. You keep surprising me, Herbivore. I’ll give you that.”

Your face felt like it was on fire, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Well… thanks, I guess.”

He straightened, hands sliding into his pockets as he turned to leave. “Don’t stop on my account. You wanna belt out another song, go for it. Maybe I’ll even join in next time.”

And with that, he walked away, his tail swaying lazily behind him.

You stared after him, your heart pounding for reasons you didn’t quite understand. “Join in?” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head. “Yeah, right.”

But the thought of Leona singing Be Prepared with you? You couldn’t help but smile.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul always prided himself on keeping a calm, collected demeanor. It was part of the image he'd cultivated—smooth, sophisticated, and utterly unflappable. But today? Today, he felt his composure teetering on a knife’s edge.

He hadn’t meant to stumble across you in an empty classroom, where you apparently thought you were alone. The soft hum of music drew his attention as he passed by, and curiosity had compelled him to take a peek.

And there you were.

The typically sweet, mild-mannered person he knew had vanished, replaced by someone utterly commanding. You were perched on the edge of a table, one hand gesturing grandly as your voice rang out:

"Poor unfortunate souls, in pain, in need!"

Azul froze, the words sending a shiver down his spine. Your tone was rich, dripping with confidence, and paired with the way you moved—calculated, fluid, like every motion had a purpose—you were magnetic. You swept your arm out with a flourish, mimicking the sea witch herself, your voice curling around each word with wicked glee.

"This one longing to be thinner, that one wants to get the girl..."

Azul’s breath caught. You weren’t just singing the song. You were the song. The sly glances, the theatrical gestures, the sharp, knowing smile—you were embodying the Sea Witch in a way that made his heart race.

How had he never seen this side of you before?

"And do I help them? Yes, indeed!"

Your voice climbed, bold and commanding, and Azul’s mind raced. The way you seemed to channel the Sea Witch—the cunning, the control, the sheer power—it was breathtaking. You reminded him of everything he admired about the Sea Witch. The very traits that he also had.

But seeing you like this? It felt... dangerous.

"Now it’s happened once or twice, someone couldn’t pay the price...”

You leaned forward, your expression devious, and Azul’s chest tightened. He suddenly felt like one of those poor, unfortunate souls, utterly captivated and completely at your mercy.

The song ended with a flourish, and you threw your arms out, basking in your imaginary spotlight.

That’s when you noticed him.

“Azul?!” you yelped, nearly toppling off the table. “What are you doing here?”

He took a moment to collect himself, smoothing his expression into something neutral—though the faint pink dusting his cheeks betrayed him. “I was just passing by,” he said, clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Your face turned red as you scrambled to stand. “Oh, I was just... uh, messing around! It’s nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious?” His voice came out sharper than he intended. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “That performance was incredible.”

You blinked, startled. “You think so?”

“Without a doubt.” His voice softened, but his gaze remained intense. “You… embodied the role perfectly. The confidence, the cunning—you channeled it all flawlessly.”

You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. “Thanks, but I was just having fun. I didn’t think anyone would actually see me.”

“Perhaps you should reconsider,” he said, his tone almost too casual. “If you ever decide to pursue a career in theater, you’d be quite formidable.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “You really mean that?”

Azul’s smile was small but genuine. “Absolutely. Though, if I may… I’d suggest not showing that side of yourself to just anyone.”

“Why not?” you asked, puzzled.

He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Because power like that can be… intoxicating. And there are those who might exploit it.”

You stared at him, unsure how to respond. The way he looked at you—like you were a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve—made your heart skip.

Azul cleared his throat again, stepping back as if realizing how close he’d gotten. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to your… ‘messing around.’”

As he turned to leave, you called out, “Azul?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not going to, like, hold this over my head, are you?”

He paused, glancing over his shoulder with a sly smile. “Now, would I ever do something like that?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Why did I even ask?”

His laughter echoed down the hall as he walked away, leaving you to wonder if you’d just made a mistake—or if you’d unintentionally gained his admiration. Either way, the image of Azul’s flustered expression was one you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.

Jamil Viper

Jamil had long mastered the art of blending into the background, observing the world from the sidelines without drawing attention to himself. It was how he kept control, how he stayed one step ahead. But today, his usually composed exterior faltered.

He wasn’t sure what compelled him to stop by the empty classroom, but when he pushed the door open, his entire world shifted.

You were there.

Gone was the gentle, kind presence he had grown used to. Instead, you were standing atop a low table, your expression sharp and commanding, your hands sweeping through the air as if conjuring storms with your words.

"Prince Ali? Yes, it is he, but not as you know him!"

Jamil froze. Your voice was rich, dripping with mockery and power, a far cry from the sweet tone you usually used. You stalked across the small space, throwing your arms out dramatically as you continued the song, your movements perfectly embodying the calculated, theatrical confidence of the Sorcerer of the Sands himself.

"Read my lips and come to grips with reality!"

Your voice curled around the words, biting and sardonic, and Jamil felt the hairs on his arms stand on end. You were into it. Every gesture, every word carried weight, as if you were performing for an audience of thousands instead of an empty room.

He had always admired the Sorcerer of the Sands—not just for his cleverness, but for his ambition, his cunning, the way he refused to settle for the scraps the world threw him. Watching you now, it was as if you’d plucked that same spirit from the pages of a storybook and breathed it into life.

"His personality flaws give me adequate cause..."

You spun dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at an imaginary audience, your expression fierce. For a moment, Jamil almost believed you were chastising him, and his heart skipped a beat.

He should look away. He should leave before you noticed him. But he couldn’t. He was rooted to the spot, utterly captivated.

"To send him packing on a one-way trip, so his prospects take a terminal dip!"

You ended with a flourish, holding your arms out as if soaking in invisible applause, a self-satisfied smirk curling your lips.

And then you saw him.

“Jamil?!” you yelped, nearly losing your balance in surprise.

He stepped forward, trying to look impassive even though his heart was still racing. “I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever that was.”

Your face turned a deep shade of red. “I was just, uh, messing around! I didn’t think anyone was here.”

“That much was clear.” His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed him. They lingered on you a moment too long, taking in the faint flush on your cheeks, the sparkle in your eyes, the way your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath.

You fidgeted, smoothing your clothes. “It’s nothing, really. Just a silly song.”

“Silly?” He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “That performance was anything but silly.”

Your embarrassment deepened. “You don’t have to mock me, you know.”

“I’m not mocking you,” he said quickly. Too quickly. He cleared his throat, glancing away. “It was… impressive. You captured the essence of the character perfectly.”

“Really?”

Jamil sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yes. The confidence, the control, the edge of menace—it was all there. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were plotting to overthrow a kingdom.”

You laughed nervously. “Guess I just got carried away.”

“Carried away...” he murmured, his gaze softening. The truth was, watching you like that had shaken something loose in him. Seeing you embody the cunning, ambitious traits he admired so deeply—it was almost too much.

“Anyway,” you said, hopping off the table. “I’ll just pretend this never happened if you will.”

Jamil smirked faintly. “As you wish.”

But as you walked past him, he couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, watching the way you moved, still radiating the energy of the sorcerer you’d been channeling moments ago.

Masterlist

[pinkslipxox]

smth about billie being super clingy w reader and fans thinking it’s so cute , thanks 💖

hey my love! Ahhh I love it, hope you enjoy it 🙈😍

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Billie settled into her favorite spot on the couch, the soft glow of her phone illuminating her face as she prepared to go live on Instagram. The room was softly lit, the backdrop featuring her eclectic mix of posters and fairy lights, creating an inviting atmosphere. The anticipation buzzed in the air as her followers eagerly waited to see her.

“Hey, guys! What’s up?” Billie greeted, her voice warm and inviting. The chat exploded with hearts and loving comments as fans tuned in. Billie delighted in the energy, her eyes sparkling with excitement, but they kept drifting to Y/N, who radiated an aura of calmness.

“Come here, mama,” Billie cooed sweetly, motioning Y/N over with a playful grin.

Y/N giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly at the affectionate nickname. She got up and settled onto Billie’s lap, her arms naturally wrapping around Billie’s waist, enjoying the warmth radiating from her girlfriend. Billie leaned in, resting her chin on top of Y/N’s head as the live session began, the comments flooding in with eager greetings from fans, her arms wrapped protectively around her sweet girl.

The chat exploded with hearts and encouragement, fans gushing over the sight of their favorite artist being so tender and affectionate. As the live continued, Billie spoke about her latest work and upcoming projects, but every now and then, she’d lean down to plant soft kisses on Y/N’s neck. The affection was palpable, and fans couldn’t help but swoon over the moment.

Every so often, Billie occasionally planted gentle kisses on Y/N’s temple or brushed her fingers softly through Y/N’s hair. “You okay, mama?” Billie would ask, her voice a mix of concern and affection, making sure Y/N was comfortable, her eyes sparkling with love.

Y/N nodded, leaning into Billie’s embrace, feeling safe and cherished. The way Billie held her close, the little whispers of “I love you” exchanged between them, melted the hearts of everyone watching. Billie was usually so bold and fierce on stage, but when she was with Y/N, an entirely different side emerged—one that was soft, gentle, and utterly devoted.

Fans couldn’t help but comment on how adorable they were together. “This is the cutest thing ever!” one user wrote, while another declared, “Billie is so soft with Y/N, this is everything!” Each interaction seemed to deepen the warmth in the room, and Billie only leaned more into that affection.

“Look at my gorgeous girl,” Billie said, her voice adorned with sweetness, momentarily losing her focus on the camera. “Everyone say hi to Y/N! She’s the reason I’m so happy!” The chat flooded with love and admiration, and Billie couldn’t help but giggle. “I call her ‘mama’ because she takes care of me like no one else. Right, Y/N?”

Y/N turned slightly, a shy giggle escaping her lips as she met Billie’s gaze. “Right,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing at the attention.

Billie tightened her embrace, pulling Y/N even closer. “You’re so perfect,” she murmured, pressing another kiss to Y/N’s neck. Fans could see the bliss on Y/N’s face and how Billie melted into her, creating an atmosphere that radiated love.

“Do you want me to sing something?” Billie asked, her voice soft, her eyes sparkling as they caught Y/N's. “I can serenade my favorite person right now.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up as she nodded, and Billie grinned, the sound sweet and melodious as she began to sing. With every note, her affection for Y/N poured out, a beautiful display that the fans cherished with every heartbeat. Billie’s gentle touches, her playful whispers, and her loving caresses painted a scene of pure love that fans would remember long after the live ended.

When Billie finished, she rested her forehead against Y/N’s shoulder, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “I love you, mama,” she said softly, the world outside their little bubble fading into a distant memory. Their hearts beat together, and for a moment, everything was perfect.

[valentine-cafe]

Oh to be a male reader who seems like nothing gets to him, charming and playful, only for your character to find him in a room all teary, and when pressed he just mumbles about the false rumour he thought was true, quiet and defeated and not meeting their eyes,

"are you really going to date <name of person>...?"

(order of: Tiramisu, mango pancakes, revani, key lime pie, rhubarb and strawberry crumble. I understand they're more than the average request so please don't feel pressured to answer❣️)

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what happens when the confident, cocky man they know and love ends up in tears over a fake rumour about them?

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﹙alessio 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : a look of confusion would flash before his eyes. had he ever seen you cry? the sight of your tears and the ache of his heart that came with it answered the question.

his mind scrambles for answers. where did the rumour come from? why were you upset over it?

for once his mind decided to click for him. he could practically feel the small lightbulb go off above his head. without a second to waste he advances forward to stand in front of your teary self. hands stuffed into his pockets and his hair catching in the wind of his lean. his tall form casts a shadow over the wooden desk that you sit at.

“now why’d I be on a date with ‘em when we’re going out for milkshake huh?”

your eyes spring wide and the tears halt together. your shaky voice brings a twitch to his brow and he has to restrain himself from pulling you into his arms altogether.

“wh-what - since when -”

“since now. come on pretty boy.”

he’s yanking you up in seconds with that big grin on and affectionate eyes. a large hand cupping your face to stroke a thumb along your cheekbone.

꒰  mercenary ˖ immortal ˖ antihero ˖ punkgoth character  ꒱

﹙rasui 9948e. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : it only took one glance from him at you and then out to the hallway of his syndicate. the false flames licking away at the walls as per usual.

what strange rumors. such pathetic way to put someone’s confidence down. and the someone is you, of all people— why would someone do that?

“don’t just stand and look at me like that.” the mumble hits his ear, and immediately a brow raises slowly, creating that little forehead wrinkle that makes his face look ever the more handsome. damn this fire elemental.

“well if you insist.” he chuckles softly.

his hand sweeps across the open door to close it. before the soft, singing sound of his footsteps would pass towards you. head tilted in concerned confusion.

“i’ve never spoken to them about such.” he scoffs, long, brown hair standing blue with flame by the edges.

the small glance at his hair you catch out the corner of your eye indicates well enough his concern for you. tinges of sadness.

“rasui. . .”

“shhh.”

slowly, his hand finds the bottom of your chin, and slowly lifts your head to tilt it. make the saddened eyes of yours meet his fiery gaze, that hold such passion for you. had they always had that? you’d never noticed. . .

“i’d rather not waste my time with the likes of such.” he croons into your ear honestly, pressing a little smooch to your temple gently.

“you have, always, my undivided attention, habibi”

꒰  mercenary leader ˖ fire elemental character  ꒱

﹙haitao 9948e. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : “oh don’t be so solemn dear.” he huffs softly, entering the room properly and drawing the door shut.

“there are no corpses to be mourned in the morgue today, after all. not yet, at least.” ah, humor continues as life goes on.

it is one of the things you find yourself so very fond of with him for. his morbid character oddly endearing in times of dull light.

“I am. . . failing to understand?”

in such confusion would your eyes meet his, as you heard the snort that emerged from his nose. the slightest of eerie laughter creeping out past his lips.

“don’t you wanna be with them instead?”

“no.” he’d answer blunty, smiling widely at you. shrugging casually before grinning at you in the usual, morbid fashion of his.

“i’d rather manage their funeral than do that.”

the bark of laughter that left him as he walked over to you sat your heart aflame, it was warm, a bit of a cacophany as usual but you loved it nontheless.

with a small wink from him, he gently takes your hands in his cold ones.

“you though, gods, you’re worth dancing around with until death.”

꒰  grim reaper ˖ mortician character ꒱

﹙alessio 164. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : “what? where in the abhorration did you get that idea?”

it is only when the words leave his lips does alessio halt at the sight of your tears. realisation sets in with a sting and for the first time in awhile. . . he feels a hint of regret.

the sorcerer takes a seat beside you. his expression remains ever the same but the change comes with his warm palm on your knee. a small silence settles over the both of you before he pipes up in a quieter voice.

“you should not believe everything you hear, my dear. . .”

one of his knuckles raises to brush away your tears. there is a small tilt of his head with a tender smile to his dark lips.

“why are you so upset?”

you sniffle. the feel of your gut twisting stiffles your words. however with your overwhelm, the hand on your knee and the soft voice from the typically frightful, blunt man. . . they ease out like melted wax. “I. . . because it should. . .”

“should be you?”

you love the way he cups at your face with both hands and steers your eyes to him. love the way his smile assures the throbbing heart of yours. his words are what put it to rest entirely.

“such a bright star you are. . . why would you think my eyes are on any other?”

꒰  sorcerer ˖ corrupt god character ꒱

﹙talisen 164. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : with such blunt words, delicately and full of softspoken wonder. it drips off of his tongue like wine: “whyever would one put an ear to such bereft opinion?”

of course, your reaction would be to look away in unbridled humiliation. although, it was clear he did not intend to have you feel such way.

“i just. . .” you try, taking in a deep breath, before looking down at your hands. frowning, at the inability to speak.

a long hand finds your shoulder, as the god’s much larger and taller body slumps down next to you in the couch.

“no.” he speaks, and brings your chin into an upwards tilt with one hand. the other drawing you closer to give you a small squeeze on the back.

“no?” you murmur back with a scoff. “what is that supposed to mean?”

“what i have attempted to tell you for long enough. is what it means.” he groans out, the sound almost wilting and blooming the flowers altogether.

“little interest do i find in such fickle creature as the one that claims i am theirs.” he begins. free hand moving to your heart to trace at the area. as he leans close enough for you to see each and every copper speck on his face that shape small crystalline patterns.

“a heart of mine lays beating within your hands, my beloved. it is time you see that.”

꒰  snake god ˖ corrupt god character ꒱

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◇ Constance's Intro ◇

More info below !

◇ Basic Info ◇

Age: 17

Height: 172cm

Birthday: October 31st

Sexuality: Omnisexual, Demisexual

Nicknames: Miss Dolphin (Floyd), mademoiselle sorcière (Rook)

Dominant Hand: Right

Dorm: Diasomnia

Grade: 1st Year

Favorite Food: Cream Puffs

Least Favorite Food: Coffee without sugar

Likes: Black cats, perfumes, playing pranks, homemade gifts, lilies, purple roses

Dislikes: bitter foods, following rules, octopuses, christmas

Best Subject: Potiontology

Club: Spelldrive

Hobbies: Dancing, cosmetology, working out

Homeland: Briar Valley

Family: unnamed biological mother and father, Camella and Damien (adoptive parents), Silas and Victor (cousins)

◇ Signature Spell ◇

I Put a Spell on You...~

Constance, Silas, and Victor all share the same signature spell. When they sing together, they can control people and force them to do anything they want. The spell usually wears off after an hour.

◇ Before NRC ◇

Warning for death, abuse, and toxic relationships !

Constance was always a very... wild girl. As a child, she always seemed to get herself into trouble in her old village, and her mother would have to take the brunt of the blame, leaving Constance to be slightly resentful of her neighbors. Except for Silas and Victor; her cousins. The three were inseparable, always hanging out together and helping each other with their magical studies.

Once Constance grew into a tween, her mother suddenly grew ill. Even though Constance wanted to help, she unfortunately couldn't due to her not having enough magical experience yet, and due to her family and their village being very poor. During the winter months, Constance's mother grew sicker and sicker until she passed away in early January. Constance had nowhere to go after that. Not to mention, Silas and Victor were homeless too, due to them also living with Constance at the time. Their village had been abandoned as their people moved on to greener pastures, except for Constance, Silas, and Victor.

The three spent almost two months without a home, until they met the Esqueletos; Camella and Damien. The couple took Constance, Silas, and Victor in and claimed them as their children. Though, if they wanted to stay, they'd have to commit to the Esqueleto's sacred religion. As such, the cousins were "branded" by the Esqueletos. Constance got it on her hip. Though the first few months were awkward and strained, Constance did warm up to her new parents. They even showed her how to create potions! After a couple of weeks, Constance decided to open her own potion shop as a way to make sure her family wouldn't run out of money ever again.

One day, Constance met a fine, young man in her town. The two hit it off at a cafe, and they started dating a week after. It started out fine, but after two months, Constance started seeing cracks in her boyfriend's facade. He started being more and more condescending and rude to Constance, complaining about her weight and height. He would touch her and blame it on her clothing she would wear. Even though Constance tried to ignore the red flags, she just couldn't take it any longer, and she broke up with him. But he wasn't done just yet. Before Constance could walk away, her ex hit her in the face with a glass vase, deeply injuring her eye. Thankfully, Silas and Victor heard the crash and kicked the guy out of their house. Though, Constance's eyes couldn't be saved.

A few years later, Constance and her cousins came to NRC for the first time. They'd been told by their step-parents that they'd been chosen to go, but oddly never got their black carriage. As retaliation for being "not good enough", the three decided to play tricks on the NRC students all day and wrecked the school halls. The next day, Crowely talked to them and apologized for not letting them into NRC. He decided to let the three attend, but they had to clean up their mess as payment. A few hours later, Crowely received 600,000 thaumarks in the mail. I guess Constance had told her parents about her new school.

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♡ Sebek: Constance and Sebek first met the day Constance and her cousins trashed NRC. After that, Sebek disliked and almost hated Constance. And even when they became dormmates, Sebek couldn't stop giving Constance glares any time she was around him. That was.... until Halloween. That was the day Sebek fell in love with Constance, as she had gotten out of her way to protect not only Malleus but a few other students from the ghosts. Constance wasn't a snarky, entitled rich girl like Sebek thought, but she was heroic and kind. And that fact frustratedly Sebek's heart melt.

Silas: As one of her cousins, Constance obviously loves Silas. He protects her and makes sure her and Victor don't get into trouble, but sometimes.... he can be a little too protective. Constance knows Silas cares, yet she still gets frustrated with his persistence to keep her safe.

Victor: As Constance's other cousin, she adores Victor. They have a lot in common, and Constance even helped Victor discover their sexuality, as she would buy Victor dresses to see if he liked them.

Malleus: After Halloween, Malleus discovered that there was much more to Constance than what met the eye. As such, he came to respect her and be very fond of her. The two are good friends now, and Constance sometimes surprises Malleus with new gargoyles made by her family.

Ruggie: Constance and Ruggie became (somewhat) friends during Constance's first few spelldrive practices. Ruggie enjoyed Constance's strategies and even considered her as team captain. The two also love pulling pranks on other students together, always coming up with new ideas to screw them over.

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◇ Miscellaneous Facts ◇

Though Constance is confident in her body, she still gets extremely uncomfortable when men touch her. (Unless it's Silas, Victor, or a s/o)

Constance, Silas, and Victor's last names are technically "Esqueleto," though they use "Sanderson" as a cover-up for their real identities.

Constance has trypophobia and is deeply afraid of octopuses. Even seeing things like calamari make her sick to her stomach.

Even though Constance dresses in purple most of the time, her all-time favorite color is actually pink.

[asktheritochampion]

Okay, don't come after me if this seems like a silly question but I'm curious. Do the Rito practice worship for another god/goddess? Or perhaps do you worship spirits or ancestors?

Simply curious, have a lovely day <3

While Hylia is our primary diety, Rito actually also pay frequent hommage to Zephos and Cyclos, the two Gods of the wind. They're frogs.

As such, frogs are sacred to Rito. We consider them the wind Gods children. It is illegal to kill them in the Village, and it is seen as extremely disrespectful to kill a frog in the presence of a Rito.

We have a special holiday in the springtime called Requeim Gale, where we go out into the fields after the snow has melted and collect worms and slugs which we pile up as offerings to the baby frogletts around Lake Totori. We usually cook a great feast in the evening so that we can 'dine' with them, and then sing songs late into the night to give thanks to the wind gods for gifting us flight.

We also frequently paint lines of prayer to the wind Gods on our eggs, to insure that they grant the newborn chicks the ability to fly.

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience: ~Jungle Pool SOS!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: when kyoya offers up his families yet to open resort no one could have guessed what would actually happen. ➼ what to expect: “I have a duty of care for you" ➼ warnings: none ➼ Part six | Part eight

Now considering this was technically considered a club activity you have to admit this was the most relaxed you had been in a while. The sun beaming down on you while you sun bathe, even the usual drama of host club antics get lost in the serenity of an empty resort.

"I must admit Kyoya, when I joked a few years ago that the ootori group should create a holiday resort and label it as a form of therapy I didn't think you took it seriously" you muse, eyes closed as you bring in the sun rays.

Kyoya shrugs but quickly remembers that you can't actually see him "Believe it or not I don't completely disregard your ideas, expecially when they truly have merit, my father seemed to agree"

You hum knowingly at what he actually meant by that statement "I'm assuming that he doesn't know that it was my idea then" You tease, not really being that mad about the stolen idea, it wasn't like Kyoya was getting any direct monetary profit from the resort. "I did try crediting you but he had a hard time believing a fifteen year old girl came up with it by herself"

You weren't exactly surprised, you had met Kyoya's father after all, you knew what it was like by now. Luckily you were too relaxed to care at that moment.

There was a moment of silence, peace between the two of you. It was actually something you enjoyed when spending time with Kyoya, the two of you never forced conversation for the sake of it, which on it's own sounds sad but it makes any words that the two of you do exchange all the more important.

"If...you have any more ideas like that...tell me about them...I can at least appreciate a good idea when it comes from you" you laughed under your breath, "Well of course" lifting your sunglasses to rest against your head, sitting up to face him properly "You have taste"

"Why thank you my dear" he joked, taking a sip of his drink, watching chaoes unfold as Tamaki and the Twins argue over what Haruhi should wear. Typical.

“Haru-chan! Let’s play! You wanna go swimming in the current pool with me?” Honey tugs on Haruhi’s arm with a pink float decorated with bunnies clinging to his waist.

“Nah. I’m not gonna swim today. Hold on. You know how to swim; you still need that float?”

Honey shakes his head, “Mm-mm. Just looks cuter this way, you know?” Honey spins on his heel to go prancing in the other direction toward the current pool.

“Mm, he’s right. Those bunnies are pretty cute.”

“He’s so innocent.” The twins materialize on either side of your chair despite the umbrella above them.

You sigh, leaning back in your sun lounger basking in the controlled chaos you are used to.

“No way! You’ve got it all wrong!”

You start, awakened by a powerful rumbling in the ground and echoing voice.

“Is that Renge?” Haruhi turns her head to the offending sound.

A cabana splits in half, and the trees part to make way for her infamous contraption, the rumbling sound now accompanied by her shrill laugh.

“How does she do that? It’s like the rig follows us.” Haruhi sweats.

you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose "One day, all i want is one day"

“That outfit’s pretty impressive,” Hikaru observes Renge’s two-piece bikini and a tattoo winding up her ribcage.

“What’s with the tattoo on your stomach?” Kaoru inquires.

“Oh, that? You don’t recognize it? I’m cosplaying.”

“Yeah, as who?”

“La-La~”

“LaLa? Like the manga magazine?” Kaoru grumbles.

“Her petite and slender frame, her blue eyes that light up young men’s faces, her singing voice! I am Quon Kisaragi!” Renge extolls.

“I wouldn’t have guessed.” Haruhi sneers.

“I had no idea who you were supposed to be.” Tamaki shrugs.

Once again, the twins and Tamaki are huddled in a circle as Renge poses for Haruhi, who watches, miffed.

“Hey, Boss, are you sure it’s okay for Renge to be dressed-”

“-like that?” They point to the girl in question.

“Well, yeah. That’s okay.” Tamaki shrugs indifferently.

“And why is that?”

“Because it’s cosplay? I guess.”

“Listen up, boys! You obviously need help understanding Haninozuka’s hidden motives. Look!” Renge notes, pointing over to Honey and Mori.

“Takashi!” Honey calls, landing in the current pool and letting the current sweep him gently away as Mori watches fondly.

“What are you talking about?” Tamaki implores.

“Think about what he said to you earlier.”

“Just looks cuter this way, you know?”

“He’s not being as sweet and innocent as you think.”

From the chair next to you, Kyoya shoves his glasses up his nose, “I agree. Try putting the word 'I’ at the beginning of that sentence.”

“I just look cuter this way, you know?”

“I look cute!”

“He planned that?!”

“That’s Haninozuka for you. In the last part, he felt threatened by another loli-boy type, so he’s taken steps to keep his rank. I should give him more credit. He’s a lot smarter than I thought.” Renge descends into the ground and disappears.

“Hey! Look at this, everybody!” Honey draws everyone’s attention to him and Mori.

Mori swims diligently against the current with Honey on his back.

“Check it out! Look! Even though we’re swimming really fast, we never go any farther than we are now!” He waves excitedly.

“So, what’s up with him?” Tamaki groans.

“Could he really be that smart?” Haruhi interjects.

Hikaru cocks his super-soaker water gun; the squeaking draws Tamaki’s attention to them before he’s blasted in the face with a stream of water.

“I got ya!” Hikaru winks handsomely, resting his weapon of choice on his shoulder.

“C'mon, Boss, let’s go! Let’s have a water gun fight.”

“It’ll be me and Kaoru against you. If you get it in the face, you lose. What do you say?” Hikaru implores, hand on his hip.

“Forget it.” Tamaki dries his face, “Why would I want to subject myself to a childish game like that?”

An idea forms in each of the twins’ minds.

All of a sudden, you’re grabbed by your wrist and pulled from your nap with an exclamation of surprise.

“y/n, I think it’s time that we got married! Then we’ll honeymoon in Atami!”

You quickly break from their hold, sitting back down on the lounger really not wanting to get involved. "Considering if y/n was going to marry anyone it would be me you clearly haven't thought through your plan very well" Kyoya spoke up, glaring at the twins before nodding towards haruhi.

The twins quickly pick up what he's putting down "Good point Kyoya, we were thinking about this all wrong, Haruhi clearly is the better option SHE should marry us"

"gee thanks" you mutter but its clear that it did the job of pissing off Tamaki, breaking out a waterfight between the three of them.

“I’ll get you guys! Sideways-leaping shot!” Tamaki launches himself sideways, but the twins shield themselves with two comically large tiki masks.

“That’s cheating!” When Tamaki lands, his foot catches on the previously discarded banana peel, and he tumbles noisily into a totem pole, head first.

You wince and suck in a breath through clenched teeth, “Oh- that didn’t sound good.”

One by one, the animals on the totem pole’s eyes glow an intimidating red until the final animal at the top is shining.

You remove your sunglasses from your eyes and place them on your head, “That… doesn’t sound good either.”

As if he senses something is amiss, Mori drops his glass at your feet, attention diverting to Honey in the current pool, still carelessly kicking his feet.

Something underneath the water rumbles, and a wave develops until it’s practically a tsunami. With wide eyes, Honey watches as it heads straight towards him.

“Wah~!” It crashes over him, and his bunny float is sent soaring into the air- but without him inside as he’s flushed in the wave.

“Honey-Senpai!” You lurch from your chair, and your sunglasses fall discarded to the ground.

“Mitsukuni!”

Both you and Mori hurry to see if you have enough time to save him, but Mori slips on the same banana peel and falls harshly to the unforgiving concrete.

“Mori-Senpai,” You call in concern.

Tamaki jabs a heroic finger in the air, “Gentlemen, we’re going after Honey-Senpai! That pool looks like the quickest way!” he announces, referring to the pool Honey was treading water in before he was washed away.

“Charge!” Haruhi, Mori, and the twins follow Tamaki’s lead as they sprint haphazardly in a random direction.

As you see that Kyoya’s stayed put, you decide that it might be best to stay put as well. His family did build this resort, after all.

“Wait! I wouldn’t go-”

It’s already too late; the club has come across the alligators in that direction. “There are alligators in there!” They flee as quickly as they can.

Tamaki jabs another heroic finger in the air, “Okay. So we can’t use that pool, then let’s try this way next!”

But where Tamaki has pointed, several more alligators appear, snapping their jaws in a warning.

“They’re here too!”

“And here!”

With his more petite, brown leather portable notebook, Kyoya’s glasses glint off the sun as he explains your current situation.

“Those alligators belong to the park’s tropical animals exhibit. I guess it is kind of dangerous to let them run wild.”

“And yet i'm supposedly the one with bad ideas?” You huff in frustration, peering at Kyoya from your crouched position on your nap chair.

“Though, the cause of our present situation seems to be the location of the switch for the current pool. I’ll have to have a little chat with our designers.” He snaps the notebook shut.

“Thanks a lot, you guys. I got some great data today.”

“You what?!” The club exclaims.

“Ok I'll admit that is a little smart" You shrug.

“This is a map of the Tropical Aqua Garden. This is our current location. We need to get here- I have a feeling that’s where Honey-Senpai probably ended up. It might be tough, because to get there, we’ll have to make it this jungle area in the southern block.”

Kyoya drags his pen along the map to indicate your path, “Distance-wise, we’re talking about 800 meters.”

“It looks like there’s a lot of undeveloped areas. And idea what might be lurking in those parts of the jungle?” Haruhi cautiously inquires.

“Since they’re still being developed, I’m afraid I don’t know.”

“Yeah, someone’s going to have to carry me.” You lift your arms high and glance around for any takers.

None. Yet. You’re going to have to work on your skills.

“Whatever’s out there could be even more dangerous-”

“-than alligators.”

“Alright. Now, this is a mission of survival! I know we can make it through the treacherous jungle in one piece… It is our sworn duty to save Honey-Senpai!”

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In the dense plant life and humidity of the inner workings of the jungle, the sunlight is much more filtered than it was out in the open.

“Wow, this place is just like a real jungle, huh?”

If you couldn’t see the glass dome and someone had dropped you off in the middle of this theme park with no knowledge as to how you got there, you might have believed you were in the jungle.

“Yeah, and I keep hearing all of these really strange animal calls,” Haruhi grumbles.

“You don’t think that all of those animal sounds-”

“-could belong to the real thing, do you?”

Kyoya shrugs, “To be honest, I’m not sure, but I do know that my family always strives for authenticity whatever the cost.”

"There surely must be some kind of ethical issue if that is the case, wouldn't be a good healing facility if there is a serious alligator injury" you pointed out, suprised that Kyoya's family would put actually dangerous animals in an enclosed area.

Kyoya hummed "I suppose so but it also wouldn't surprise me if that was on purpose to drive more business to our hospitals" he muttered only loud enough for you to hear really. It didn't surprise you either really but you dreaded to think if that was actually the case.

As if on cue, Mori slips and falls behind the group. At the loud grunt and crash, you all turn to him. He lays unmoving with a banana peel on his face.

“Mori-Senpai is-”

“-acting as clumsy as you do, Boss.” Hikaru and Kaoru worry.

“Shut up!” Tamaki snarls as Mori sits up from his position on the ground.

Your accusations are correct- Mori is more worried than you can imagine.

The sunlight diminishes greatly, and you look overhead to see the beginnings of rainfall.

“Uh-oh, it’s about time for the squall,” Kyoya notes as he checks his wristwatch.

“Huh?”

The first few drops fall, then it turns into a downpour. You and the club take refuge in a nearby pavilion with a straw roof.

“Hey, Mori-Senpai. You seem to be really close with Honey-Senpai. Are the two of you like childhood friends?” Haruhi inquires from her seat in the pavilion beside the twins as Mori leans on the edge, watching the raindrops fall.

"You don't know?" hikaru asked "They're cousins" Kaoru added. You lean back against the wall of the shelter you are all in, sighing as you look out into the rain.

"Now this is the kind of rain that I remember" you mutter to yourself, the rain reminding you of europe. Kyoya also leans against the wall next to you "Hello? It's me. Well, we've had an incident that's caused some trouble"

you look up to see Kyoya on the phone, most likely to either his father or someone high up in his private police force. "No she's fine. yes she's unharmed" You raised an eyebrow, obvious that he was talking about you although you were confused on why whoever he was talking to was asking about you.

In the mean time Mori and Haruhi seem to wander off "Yes, at once, please" he finally put down the phone. "My family's private police force is going to send in a search and rescue team to help us, they're better equipped to find Honey-senpai than we are. so let's just go back to the gate and wait there"

The others weren't listening except for you, too busy arguing over Haruhi. "Hey, where are Mori and Haruhi?" he questioned as all of you left the shelter to head for the gate, but he shrugged it off, figuring they would show up at some point with a search and rescue team around.

The other boys rush ahead, still arguing "when you were on the phone before, you were talking about me? weren't you?" You ask kyoya, looking up at him as he looks ahead. "I was, why do you ask?"

You dead pan at him, head tilting at the side "You know why"

Kyoya sighs "you know I have a duty of care for you, as does my father, if I call up our police force when it is known that I am with you it is protocol to ask about your safety" he explains.

He pauses, stopping in his tracks "You know, I'm don't believe I mentioned to them that there are other visitors here. Huh. Oh well" He shrugs carrying on, hovering a hand over your back to urge you forward.

however instead of finding the gate you instead find a series of police officers on the floor with honey, Mori and Haruhi standing before them. We break out into a run at the sight of them "Haruhi!" Tamaki cries.

"Are you alright?" he adds, the five of you out of breath as you come to a halt "Hey its Tama-chan!" Honey says as if he hadn't just knocked out a dozen guards.

"You okay, senpai?" Hikaru asks. "Haruhi!!!" Tamaki leaps for her "I was so worried" the twins bend down to check on the guards "I'm not sure what happened here, but at least they're alive"

"It's pretty amazing that this is Honey sepai's work"

"He must have been really holding back" they continue to poke at the guards

"Huh?"

“What do you mean he was holding back?” Haruhi queries with innocent eyes, although Tamaki is in serious pain.

“So then-”

“-you don’t know about Senpai?” The twins seem bewildered by her lack of knowledge.

“The Haninozukas are famous for their martial arts. Not only have they helped train the police and SDF forces, but they’ve also worked with several overseas military forces.” Hikaru elaborates as they abandon their fascination with the grounded soldiers.

“Honey-Senpai, in particular, has been called the dreadnaught of the Haninozuka family. By the time he was in middle school, he’d become the national champion in both karate and judo.”

Honey turns when he feels he’s called, then giggles with closed eyes.

That’s the karate and judo champion for you.

“Mori-Senpai’s no slouch either. He won the national championship in kendo when he was just in middle school.”

Haruhi looks to her savior, and he turns when his name is mentioned.

“So how were you able to find us, Honey-Senpai?” the twins inquire as Honey has returned to his natural aura.

“It wasn’t hard. It didn’t take me long to reach the end of the current pool, so I decided to look for you guys.”

“We humbly apologize!” A different, more foreign voice pipes in, and the attention of the club directs to the soldiers, now reoriented from their initial shock and kneeling to the ground in a show of respect.

“I am a second-generation student of the Ishizuka Dojo!”

“I’m a student of the Todoroki Dojo!”

“And I’m from the Otakeh Dojo! We are in your debt!”

Honey’s eyes and posture display innocence and confusion, “Why? Is something wrong?” His voice can easily be mistaken for an eight-year-old boy’s.

“Yes, sir! We’re so sorry, sir! We were unaware that we were searching for Mitsukuni Haninozuka! We’ve committed a terrible offense here! I apologize for this confrontation. But my dojo will be so excited to hear that I’ve come face to face with the great Haninozuka! I cherish this moment!”

You snort, scooting closer to Kyoya, “I bet if he offered them an autograph, they’d pass out.” You snicker. You almost draw a smile from him, but rather he gives you a condescending look.

“What? I bet I’m not wrong.” You pout.

Honey takes Mori by the wrist and gently brings him down to his level, patting him gingerly on the forehead, “Takashi~ you did an amazing job of protecting Haru-chan.”

This patronizing show of affection elicits a smile from Kyoya as he adjusts his glasses.

“I bet you were pretty lonely without me around, huh?”

Mori’s eyes dart to the right where Haruhi is stood, “I don’t know if I’d say that.”

Honey smiles with a fond giggle.

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With the sun setting, the clear, blue water now fades to an orange, coral color as it washes upon the shore. It has taken the rest of the day to walk back to where you’d begun this journey.

Despite his earlier resentment, you now ride on Kyoya’s back, limp arms slung around his neck and your cheek pressed to his back, eyes contently shut.

Back to your much deserved nap.

“You know, maybe we should go to the beach next.” The twins stride ahead with arms casually thrown behind their heads.

“Yeah, the beach would be nice.” Kaoru agrees.

Kyoya glances over his shoulder at your relaxed features and smiles fondly. He’ll have to keep you away from the water.

“You idiots, Haruhi’s not interested in anything like that.” Tamaki scoffs confidently.

Haruhi smiles gently, “Actually, I might like to go to the beach.” It stuns the club, each one stopping in their tracks to look at her.

“I may not be into this silly water park but I like the ocean. It would be nice to go the beach, and it’s so pretty.”

Completely recovered and acting like he hasn’t just opposed it, Tamaki glitters, “Yeah! Alright. Then that’s where we’ll go next time.”

“We’re all gonna go to the beach, Tama-chan?” Honey quips, perched on Mori’s shoulders.

He hums gently, “That’ll be fun, don’t you think?” His inquiry is directed to Mori below him.

Mori simpers fondly, “Yeah,” It’s not hard to pick up the genuine agreement in his tone.

Next time on patience 'The Sun, the sea, and the host club!'

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[woaza]

Could I request all four daddies of Delico's nursery (Gerhard, Dali, dino, Henrique) with their opera singer wife???

Delico’s Nursey x Opera!reader

Paring(s) : Dali D. x Reader, Henrique L. x reader, Dino C. x reader, Gerhard F. x reader.

Word count : 8k (each part is around 2k)

Warnings : Not proofread! (Dino is lowkey toxic, as per usual.)

A/n : I love this request! (Also just pretended most of their wives don’t exist.)

Dali Delico

— After the passing of his wife, looks for an outlet or something to occupy his time. He stars to get into live music. It’s a nice break from his duties and still a refined way to spend one’s time. Then he stumbles upon on of your posters and attends your performance. Hears your voice one time, now consider every single one of your shows booked.

— The theater notice’s how all your shows are booked, and strangely enough the first person to buy tickets (always box seats) is none other than Lord Delico. It’s no secret he enjoyed your singing. Not to mention how much you appreciate the support. In no time he’s personally delivering flowers to your dressing room. Telling you to break a leg before shoes and then after you complimenting your performance.

— After a while you two considered each other friends. He always invited you over to the estate for tea and conversation. Unbeknownst to you it was basically those nights would be some of the most romantic of all your life. Walks through the Delico gardens, Fine food, luxurious gifts, and you were showered in compliments. Your platonic feelings quickly fled and were replaced by a deep passionate romantic burn. These ‘dates’ were always secret and strictly private. Seeming as they were unfit for people of both your statuses. Dali could care less, simply only wanting to impress you.

— Soon enough you two officially are married, you’re finally introduced to his children, who are now yours as-well. Raphael is quick to get attached to you, and loves when you sing him to bed. He enjoys the lullaby’s but his eyes absolutely sparkles when his father takes him to your shows. It’s a special event for him. Since Ul is far too young to sit through a theater show Dali just takes him. The two of them sit in a private box seat and he watches in amazement as his new parent sings on the stage. It means a lot to Raphael, since he gets special time with his dad but also gets to watch you. When he grows older it will be one of his fondest memories.

— Not to mention how Dali love’s every moment of being married to you. When people recognize you on the street. His heart swells with pride as he gets to gush about your talents or at a party when people compliment you. He’s quick to mention how he gets to hear your voice in private.

Henrique Lorca

— The Twin girls insist to their father to go to your show, that’s where he first sees you. The girls plead and bed telling him that all young ladies went and enjoyed your show! They “had” to go! If he wasn’t sitting down he would have been knocked onto his feet. Immediately admired you and your impressive voice.

— His girls are completely obsessed with you. (He is as-well but plays it off.) it gets to a point where the plea and beg to meet you. Eventually paying you for a private meet and great. The girls are practically climbing over you, much to your enjoyment. Appreciating that you had inspired them that much. Little did you know their father was practicing drooling from your presence as much as the little girls were. (After that starts to leave chocolates with small notes in your dressing room after your shows.)

— The twins (and his) obsession with you only continues to grow. Now you are coming over for private shows and are paid extra to give the young ladies lessons. Which are always the highlight of their weeks. Soon enough your like second family, spending most dinners with them. When you stay late and the twins are put to sleep by the Nannie’s. You and Lord Lorca start to have long talks by the fire place. These moments are always calm and peaceful. The way he speaks and looks at you, you cant help but be a bit flustered. Starting to feel as if there if more between you and him. (Tension is thick.)

— Eventually you two break through the tension and wed. Lucia and Elena were the proudest flower girls. Mouths both wide open as you walked down the aisle. It doesn’t matter what your or doing or where you are they always show off their new parent. Lord Lorca couldn’t be more impressed either and somewhat stunned he was able to actually marry you. He along with the twins just admire you so sincerely.

— Although he’d rather you not tell anyone about this, he love love loves when you sing for him and only him. Be it you two are laying in bed for the night and you sing a soft lullaby or your in the shower singing as loud as you can. You voice is so powerful to him, he feels it throughout his body every time.

Dino Classico

— Only goes to your show because he was invited, he did not want to go. At first not spearing the performance a second thought. In his mind he was far too busy to do such things. Live theater was for those who had the time, which he believed he didn’t have. Until he hears your soul rectifying voice. Lord Classico can’t help but be hooked almost immediately. (Then proceeds to act as if he had always liked Opera.)

— Starts to involve himself with other noble men that are present in the live entertainment world. Big names and big singers, eventually he’s able to introduce himself to you at one of these grand parties. Quickly hitting it off with you, he was quick to brag all the names and people he was associated with, catching your attention. He more so hypes himself up than complimenting to you. But by the end of the night offers to sponsor you. (low-key flaunting his wealth.)

— As he’s now sponsoring you, he starts to ask you to perform at his events. Which you happily accept. He’s always a gentleman around you! How could you say no? He pays you more than you could ask for and he’s your biggest supporter and quickly becoming one of your most respected friends. Soon enough you’re singing in a more intimate space. Just you and him in a private parlor until late at night. He simply sits and close his eyes, humming along to all your songs. (In all honesty probably wastes no time in asking you to be his wife.)

— Your wedding was a grand event, lots of guests and top notch catering. Dino always made you swoon and was dedicated to showing you his undying love and affection. In his head swearing you’d be his last wife, in his mind you were the only “competent” one. You even handled Theodore well, an excellent role model for the boy. You were successful and much better with People skills. Dino was throughly pleased with the knowledge and compassion you showed the boy. Finding your patience admirable.

— While Theodore could swear you were one of the best things to happen to him! You were smart and successful, not to mention actually took the time to understand him and embrace your role as his parent. Overall you make the Classico estate a true home.

Gerhard Fra

— Invited to your performance by some other Nobel men. Normally believed he didn’t have time for such things. Live entertainment weren’t the tops of his concerns. Yet he was quickly silenced when he sees you perform for the first time. In his eyes the peak of elegance. Who wouldn’t be hooked by how powerful your voice was.

— Fra was so enamored, it was ridiculous. He felt almost foolish. Like he was back in his youth falling for a woman he didn’t even know. He made no attempt to put himself in your path. Choosing to ignore his feelings and not act on them. Until he was at a social event, which so happened to be hosted by your cousin or something. You were in attendance and he quickly was introduced to you. After a moment you smiled “I believe I’ve seen you at one of my performances, no? Thank you for your support.” It was so simple but enough to make him never miss another one of yours shoes. (Which Does not go unnoticed by you.)

— You write him a sweet note. It was a simple note of your appreciation for his support in your career. It was short and sweet but you meant every word. He read the note, blushing profusely. You were perfect. What didn’t you have? In his mind you were the definition of everything he could have ever asked for. With haste he wastes no time writing you back. This starts a conversation, you explain on your passions and he happily reads them. Asking more questions turning the small letter into a whole letter sending conversation. Everyday he starts to look forward to your new letter. After a couple of months he’s ever s bold as to start flirting.

— The letters lead to one thing to another and you two are wed. He is convinced he has the most perfect wife anyone could ask for, and will take zero comments. Not to mention tries to keep you all for himself, when people ask for private shows he’s quick to wave them off. Claiming your far to busy preparing for your next show and what not. Yet in reality he wants to spend more time with you.

— Angelico starts to warm up to you, at first not liking you all too much. He’s scared of his father in simple terms and you seemed to like his father. Not to mention Lord Fra doing everything in his power to keep you two at minimal contact. But if you persist and show you care for the boy. Angelico will be absolutely delighted and will be your biggest fan.!

[aidansplaguewind]

Hi @andreabaideas ! We don't know each other but I follow @mzannthropy and I just wanted to say I agree with everything you said about expressing one's opinions and not caring what others think of it. And yes, especially women. I'm a very opinionated woman and as a result I've been called so many awful things by men. I just don't understand why they can't handle us having a voice. I don't understand what's going on in the US right now and why men are so offended by women in power. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can explain it in ways like they're deeply insecure and their masculinity is incredibly fragile, and they're afraid women no longer need men for anything (including sex) and that, especially, terrifies them. But even knowing all of that, I still just don't understand it. So what if a woman doesn't need you, isn't it enough that one WANTS you? But I think the problem lies there. It means they actually have to TRY to get a woman to want them because the days of women having to get married to survive are mostly gone. And now they have to try to be better people, they have to try to hold an intelligent conversation, they have to try to have varied interests and hobbies etc. And frankly I think most men are lazy when you look at that way and they don't want to put forth the effort to earn our interest and desire.

Anywho...

@mzannthropy I think we discussed this before, about how when I first got into Sam earlier this year I noticed immediately that there was a lot of appreciation and attention on his roles on The Hunger Games, Daisy Jones, and ME Before You. I'm wondering though if these are, in fact, people that I would consider fairweather fans. Not used by exact definition but its the closest I can think of to describe it. It's people who only like a celebrity for like one or two roles and are more in love with the character than the actor. Usually those fans don't stick around once the fixation on said character wears off.

I admit, I'm not as huge a fan of Sam as you or @jesstasticvoyage are, because my heart will always belong to Aidan Gillen, but I do consider myself a genuine fan. I just enjoy watching Sam work. He's extremely talented, unbelievably so. I will also admit that he's a far better actor than Aidan. I can't really put into words what he brings to the screen. A passion for what he does, obviously, but more than that. He's simply fantastic. One of my favorite performances of his is Oswald Mosley in Peaky Blinders. He's despicable but Sam is such a pleasure to watch in that performance. As good looking as he is, he did so well, I still hated his guts as Oswald.

Billy Dunne is also a favorite, even though I know you have a lot of not great opinions on DJATS. I didn't read the book so I have nothing to compare it to, so I did enjoy it very much. I was just baffled at what all he did to achieve that performance. The weight loss, yes, and learning to play an instrument, learning to SING well, recording an entire album. That's dedication. And when he's on screen I 100% believe he is Billy Dunne.

I also really liked him in Their Finest. Devastated by the ending but I loved watching it. His performance in The Corrupted is notable as well because that character just seems so not like real life Sam but he pulled it off completely.

Anyway, I'm getting off my point, which was that I personally think if you only like an actor in one role, you can't really say you're a REAL fan of that actor. A fan of the character, sure, but how can one be a fan of the actor if they only like them in one thing? Or even just two things? Especially if you look at the characters in question. They're these McDreamy type characters written and cast to get the attention of young women and teenage girls. I don't want to sound like a gatekeeper but if you only like one role then you're a fan of the character.

Omg, I just made this post so long. Imma shut up now. I really do have too many opinions sometimes 😅

Sam Claflin and Holliday Grainger in ‘Any Human Heart’ (2010)  

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

You stared up at the ceiling because you couldn’t think of anything else to do. Curtis was working at the small desk he had in the corner, going over files that you couldn’t even begin to understand, they were written in a way you certainly couldn’t read. 

But he seemed to understand them by the way he studied them so fiercely. You sighed, discontent rising up in you. 

“You used to sing?” Came his voice out of nowhere, sounding like it was in awe. 

You turned to look at him, your brow creasing. “Yes, but how did you know about that?” 

“I read it here, in your file Y/N.” 

“Your’e reading about me?” You snapped, pushing yourself off the floor to go stalk towards him, leaning over his shoulder. “Where?” You stared at the computer screen, but it was still written in a language you couldn’t understand. 

“Right here.” He tapped the screen. “You can’t read this, can you?” He turned his chair to face you. 

“No I can’t.” You snarled, suddenly feeling stupid. 

“Hold on, let me translate it. Of course those bastards stopped teaching the old launguage.” He muttered under his breath till it suddenly popped up where you could read it. It was your whole life, charted like you were some kind of case study. 

“What is all this?” You couldnt scan it fast enough. 

“Your file, anyone who was a known omega was recorded.” 

“But I hid it Curtis, I passed myself off as a beta to everyone.” 

“Somehow they knew.” He went quiet again. “What made you stop singing?” 

You were in a daze, still reading the file till he tugged you in his lap, turning the chair back around so you could scroll through your file. “I um, I got to busy. Then our lives got turned upside down and we did everything we could to survive.” 

“Mmhm, nice try to piss me off.” He nipped your neck with a chuckle under his breath. “But you stopped singing before I broke out of the underground.” 

“I couldn’t stand out, singing made people notice me.” You begrudgingly gave him. His hand smoothed up and down the tops of your thighs, keeping you from getting to tense. “Passing off as a beta became more important.” 

“Would you sing for me?” He asked and you shook your head at him, shooting a glare. 

“Most certainly not Curtis.” 

He smirked to himself, reaching over to click the computer off and pull your focus to him. “Im tired, lets go to bed.” He stood up while holding you still, carrying you to the nest. 

********************** 

The next morning you woke later then usual you guessed given how hungry you were, Curtis was sure to wear you out last night. When you stirred out of the nest to go see what was left for your breakfast you happened to see a record player sitting on the table with a box of records tucked nearby. Your eyes widened at the gift, unable to resist going to sift through the music. Suddenly your day didnt seem quite as mindless.

[extinctlesspains]

ooo kwon with a reader who sings?? or an idol! reader??

A/n: YES YES YES YES AND YESS.

𝑅ℎ𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦:𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝐼𝑑𝑜𝑙!𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑎𝑛���𝑠𝑡.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑛, 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔.

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The stage lights are blinding, but you’re used to it by now. The roar of the crowd fills your ears as you hit the final note, your body moving effortlessly to the rhythm. Each move, each breath is calculated, but the thrill never fades. The music stops, the lights dim, and the audience erupts into applause. You smile, bow, and let the wave of energy wash over you.

Backstage, you peel off your headset mic, sweat dripping down your temples. Managers and staff buzz around you, talking about the next performance, the next interview, the next flight. But all you want is a moment to breathe. You slip away from the chaos, finding a quiet corner in the shadows of the venue.

That’s when you see him. Kwon , leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He’s watching you, those dark eyes unreadable, intense. You’ve seen him before—on TV, in clips of brutal karate fights. But here, in the dim light, he seems different.

“Enjoy the show?” you ask, breaking the silence.

He smirks, a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Not my usual thing. But you… you’re impressive.”

The words are simple, but there’s something about the way he says them. No flattery, no pretense. Just raw honesty.

“High praise from someone who fights for a living,” you tease.

He doesn’t smile, but you can tell he’s intrigued. “What are you doing back here?”

“Hiding from reality.” You shrug. “You?”

He pushes off the wall, stepping closer. “Same.”

There’s a tension between you, something electric and dangerous. He’s nothing like the people in your world—no glitz, no cameras, just pure, unfiltered presence. And you like it.

You start seeing each other more. At first, it’s casual—coincidences that aren’t really coincidences. He waits for you after rehearsals, you show up at Cobra Kai practices. You sit on the sidelines, watching him spar, marveling at the precision and brutality of his movements. He watches you dance, eyes dark and intense, as if he’s trying to memorize every move.

“Show me,” he says one night, after everyone’s gone.

“Show you what?”

“Those moves.”

You laugh. “You want to learn to dance?”

He doesn’t answer, just steps closer. You put your hands on his shoulders, guiding him. His body is rigid at first, all sharp angles and tension. But then, he relaxes, following your lead.

“You’re not bad,” you tease. “Just… stiff.”

He grabs your waist, pulling you closer. “Careful, Y/N.”

Your breath catches. “Or what?”

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. The look in his eyes says enough.

But the closer you get, the harder it becomes to balance your worlds. Your schedule is relentless—rehearsals, concerts, press tours. His training for the Sekai Taikai is brutal. The distance between you grows, filled with missed calls and unanswered texts.

One night, after you cancel plans for the third time, he snaps.

“You’re never around anymore,” he mutters, his voice low.

“I’m trying, Kwon. This is my career.”

“And what am I?” His eyes are hard, his jaw clenched. “Just a distraction?”

You reach for him, but he steps back. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” His voice is rough, filled with something you can’t quite name. “Because right now, I feel like I’m fighting for something that doesn’t matter to you.”

The words hit harder than any punch. You want to explain, to tell him he’s wrong. But all you can do is watch as he walks away.

The Sekai Taikai is brutal. You follow the updates online, watching clips of his fights, your heart in your throat. He’s different in the ring—cold, ruthless. You wonder if he thinks of you, if the anger he shows is because of you.

Then, you decide you can’t stay away.

The final match is packed, the crowd deafening. You slip in quietly, hiding in the back. He doesn’t know you’re there, but you need to see him.

The fight is intense. He takes hit after hit, but he doesn’t fall. Every move is calculated, every strike precise. And then, finally, the referee raises his hand in victory. The crowd erupts, but he looks distant, lost. Until he sees you.

You push through the crowd, tears in your eyes. “Kwon.”

He stares at you, breathing hard. “You came.”

“I had to.”

His eyes soften, the hardness fading. “I thought you chose them.”

You shake your head. “I chose you.”

He pulls you close, his forehead resting against yours. “I thought I lost you.”

“You never did.”

In that moment, the noise, the chaos, the world—it all fades away. All that’s left is you and him, two people from different worlds, somehow finding their way back to each other.

And for the first time, everything feels real.

[lunarla123]

Where Shadows Lie - GF AU Sheet

Ok finally did Helen's ref sheet yippee! Procrastination had me chained to the bed, literally.

Berry reference sheet

Info dump ahead.

Name: Helen Lampinen

Nickname: Lenny, Len, Kirsikka (Finnish pronunciation)

Birthday: September 29

Age: 46

Orientation: Aroace

Species: Human

Height: 5'6 ft

Weight: 163 lbs

Voice: Annapantsu's voice fits her so well augh

Relationship Status: Single

Family: Folke Lampinen (Father, alive)(WSL!dd), Outi Lampinen (Mother, alive)(WSL!mm)

Partner(s): None

Friends: Piro Fürst (Late friend, WSL!pico), Birger Filppula (Late friend, B.F.), Berry Klein (Ward, WSL!bf), Ludvig Carlen (Coworker, WSL!steve)

Acquaintances: Hans Adler (Coworker, WSL!tankman), Darnell Adams (WSL!darn), Nene Ming Yue (WSL!nene)

Enemies: Sigmar Tollens (Works under, WSL!sen), Schatten (WSL!pico)

Personality: A textbook workaholic but does try her best to live a balanced life (and so far failing to). Has an affinity for children and does her best to take care of them through her job as a psychiatrist, usually is determined to see their rehab through and adapts well in various situations. Cares for her parents a lot even with their insistence for her to follow family tradition.

Personality flaw: Tends to have difficulty to let go of the past and often reminisce on memorable moments and old friends. Although she's straightforward out of work, she has a habit to overthink other people's thoughts and behaviors when interacting with them.

Likes: Her job, latte coffee, celery with peanut butter, red velvet cake, reading children's books, fantasy novels, sweet cocktails, sunflower seeds, acoustic music, lasting friendships, friendly spirit entities

Dislikes: Black coffee, spinach, being alone, strong alcohol, hostile spirits, leaving her loved ones behind, thunderstorms, miscommunication.

Backstory:

Her life should have been simple. Grow up, go to school, have friends, follow her family's tradition. It should've stayed that way, but it seems fate had other plans.

It was during middle school when she had met her best friends, Piro and Birger. They were quite the shy duo, although the latter was a bit bolder. Nonetheless, they quickly bonded with each other after messing around at the nearby playground until their parents came to take them home. Although Helen was quite a rambunctious young girl, she quickly adapted to being more approachable to the older two boys, having a strong desire to be friends with them.

Days passed, then weeks, months, and soon years have gone by like leaves in the wind. The trio were walking along the pavement to their university, hands holding together swinging back and forth. Helen and Birger were singing a popular folk song of the time, their hands swaying roughly back and forth to their slightly disoriented rhythm, while Piro on her other side hummed quietly along in amusement as his arm was dragged along a bit behind from the girl's movement.

That was how they usually roll with their days together, they were practically inseparable. A stark contrast from their first meet almost a decade ago now. Helen wished they would all stay together like this, and hopes their friendship will continue until they see gray in their hairs. . .

She still remembered during a sleepover when her two best friends snuck off into the dandelion fields that night, not knowing she was a fairly light sleeper. She couldn't help but tag along in secret, curious of what they were up to. Of course, when she realized the intimate scenery she quickly hid behind the bush, she can still hear their soft giggles as they continued gazing at the stars.

If she had to be honest, she had mixed feelings at the revelation. She knew all of their families were religious, especially her and Birgers. Sure, the recent law changes for homosexuality would favor the two, but people aren't as easy to change yet. She just quietly hopes for the two to stay happy together, and hopes their families won't find out.

When Christmas came around however, she will never forget seeing the blue boy j̸̲̫̕u̸͍̼͂̆́m̷̳͍̗͑p̷̨͉̺̖̬̓͑͌̚ḙ̴̫̄̚d̶͍̣͑͋͒ ̷̲̟͙̹̈́̃͘͝i̸̟̬̘̯͌n̶͕̱̪̂̅̆t̶͉̤̙͍̫̓̑̐o̵̺̽ ̵̥̤̇̋̂̅̕t̸̹̤͕̤͆̏̈͘͘͜h̵̤̱͈̃̿̓̕e̸̝͕̍̀̏ ̴̼̟̲͎̈́͊͠ĉ̴͍͓̊l̷̰̬̐̀ḯ̴̲̜̬̗̤̌̏͝f̷͕̬͔̍͗̀͠f̵̠̪̤̮̭͗͒͛̈́ ̷̧̠̜̯͋̈́͝b̸͇̙̼̄͋͘ͅe̶͍̟̽̏͜l̶͖̟͉̯͠ő̸̱͚͊́w̷̬̹̻͌͒̉̕,̴͔̔͝ ̸̧̘̬̗͆͒a̸̛̬̪̟͔̞̍̔͒̍ ̸̨̹̉͛͒͑͗d̷̨͙̳̟̭̓̃͌͝e̵̛̛̘̓́͘m̶͈̰̆̐ȯ̴̡͙̙̘̱́̕͝n̸̳̄ ̵̣͝s̴̻̼̞̑̑̂͛ͅi̸͔̳̓͘t̴̢̨̥̙͌ͅt̸̜̹̬̖̦͂̈́i̶͛̄̈́ͅn̴̢̫̝̠̬̂͐g̷̖̤͔͇͝ͅ ̸̙̙͚͈͖̌̌̇͛̕ő̵̻͖̭̽̈́n̶͖̙̊̓̈ ̵̨̨̪͈̒̑͂h̵̺̫͈̠̟͋̃̿͒̓ì̸͇͚̝̟̃̋͐s̸̢̙̘̳̋̀̊͂ ̵̨̼̌̓b̶̡̀̂͠ǎ̴̱̝͋̍͘č̷̙̒̇̒k̵͉̿ . . .

She jolted herself awake from her daze, nearly falling herself off of her paper filled desk. Her eyes hastily blinked away the blurriness from her vision, her hands rubbing the eyelids to quicken the process before straightening her glasses. She soon noticed her coworker friend was looking at her with a bit of worry. His accent heavy as she spoke in English.

"Is everything alright, Lenny? Are the patients being too much for you?"

It was obvious that Ludvig was worried about her. She couldn't help but give a weak but reassuring smile to him.

"Uh, kyllä- I mean yes, I'm okay. Haha, and no, the kids are doing their best, it's expected they will be. . .brash, in this line of work. It's just. . . I was just going down memory lane a bit. ."

Helen could see the coworker softening to a sympathetic look.

"Ah, jag förstår. I hope they were sweet ones?"

Her eyes squinted only just a bit before nodding.

"Yea. . .most of them at least."

She would soon stand herself up straight as she collected the necessary documents to bring to the Head Doctor.

"Sorry Luv, I need to head out soon before I do my daily check up on Berry. Would you like to have coffee together with Hans later on break?"

She received a quick nod before they give each other a wave goodbye, both of them focusing back on their work soon after.

Additional Notes:

Helen's cherry accessory is usually a headwear or an earring, a reminder of her cherished friendship she had lost.

Just like Berry, she can also see paranormal spirits and entities. A big reason her parents want her to follow their footsteps to become an exorcist.

She doesn't recognize Schatten as they don't have a fixed form. She does felt something familiar about it however.

She tends to bring packets of fruit or snacks to the children on weekends to help them get used to their psych wards and downing their medicines.

[still-mourning-polites]

I love these, and I'm gonna add some of mine...

- he's really pretty but doesn't care about appearances, so he keeps his hair unfashionably short and is clean-shaven

- he spends a lot of time with his horses because it helps him relax

- the horses he brought to Troy were descended from Arion, his grandfather's divine horse, and he wanted Aeneas' horses to diversify the gene pool. He also got Rhesus' horses after the night raid and let Odysseus have the sheep the other commanders had promised as a reward

- he thinks of Sthenelus like an older brother

- his men joke that he could sleep through anything, but actually, he's a light sleeper. It's just that their off-key singing doesn't register as a threat, no matter how bad it is.

- in Iliad book 10, he was sleeping outside so he'd hear if the Trojans attacked. Nestor's approaching footsteps woke him, but he pretended to still be asleep

- he was furious when Odysseus got injured covering his retreat in book 11

- he was also furious when Odysseus claimed to be the best of the Greeks to win Achilles' armor, not because he thought Ajax deserved the armor, but because he feared that the gods would pay more attention to Odysseus because of it. Diomedes knows, better than anyone, that attention from gods isn't always a good thing

- Athena sped up the healing process a bit after Odysseus and Diomedes were injured in book 11, but she's not Apollo, and it didn't help that they charged back into battle in book 14 (adrenaline and opium is a powerful combination). They also both reopened their wounds by participating in Patroclus' funeral games. Machaon was not amused

- Athena didn't intervene directly in book 23. She just inspired Diomedes to grab Meges' whip while he was overtaking. Meges then lost control of his chariot and crashed, but because Achilles awarded him the second prize, he didn't make a fuss over it

- in the versions where Diomedes was a suitor of Helen's, he wasn't actually that interested in her - he was there for other reasons. But Aegialia was hurt and angry because it seemed like he'd gone off to woo a complete stranger rather than marry her. Their marriage was rocky from the very beginning because they both thought the other hated them.

- in the versions where Helen's marriage happened before Thebes, Diomedes was too young and too seldom at home for them to develop any real affection before he went off to Troy

- Diomedes had a crush on Odysseus from the very beginning

- he wasn't actually the youngest commander at Troy, he was the youngest apart from Achilles

- he was in his early to mid twenties when the Trojan war began, and Odysseus was around thirty, making the age gap 5-10 years. Though Diomedes is younger, he has the larger army and far more experience at fighting wars, so their relationship is fairly well balanced

- the age gap between Diomedes and Achilles is also 5-10 years, and though the two of them sometimes sparred together, they never really bonded

- he has a very dry sense of humour and it's one of the things Odysseus loves most about him

- his eyes are a rich golden brown, like toffee (which they didn't have then, so I usually describe it as bronze in my fics), and they glow a little when he's in berserker paladin mode

- he's grateful that berserker paladin mode doesn't happen very often. He hurt all over after book 5

- after the post-palladium-heist incident, he acted like nothing had happened. Odysseus was both relieved and constantly looking for a trap that wasn't there, and Diomedes found that hilarious

- Diomedes could totally take Hector in single combat. But he still shouldn't have volunteered to fight him with an untreated arrow wound

- Athena has three favourites - Diomedes, Odysseus, and Penelope. She pretends to favour them all equally, but she loves Dio most (in the Iliad, Odysseus only sees her once, and she's in disguise (book 2). Diomedes sees her more often and in her true form (books 5 and 10). Also, in book 23, Odysseus prays to her for help in the foot race, while Diomedes gets her help without needing to ask...)

pLEASE give me your diomedes headcanons i just stumbled upon your dio with a dissociative disorder post and THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED

I'm so so sorry it took me SO long to reply I uh kinda forgot. Sorry. Here goes the Diomedes posting

-he def got PTSD that lead to (in addition to the dissociation) anxiety but he's very good at pretending everything is fine (he just ignores his symptoms and call it a day.)

-he does not understands hints, if you want him to understand you will have to say it as it is.

- man rly loves sleeping. If he didn't have that many responsabilities he would probably sleep >10h a night + take a midday nap everyday. It rly is his favourite activity in the world.

- we know he swore to avenge to father when he was 4yo and left for Thebes at 14yo- well, ppl (including other Epigoni) told him multiple times that he did not need to come and to honour an oath he took when he was just a toddler- but he has always been very stubborn and for a very long time avenging Tydeus was his main if not only life goal.

- he was a very troubled kid, who got angry and violent very fast. The war rly calmed him down (when he came back his looked like a different person.)

-he rarely ever lies. He's not even a bad liar, but he believes honestly is always the better option.

-he has a pretty good constitution, but not for alcohol. 1 drink and he's zoning out, only a few more and he's sleeping on the table.

-children rly love him for some reason??? He never knows how to act around children and is a little awkward, and yet they always adore him and think he's the coolest person in the world.

[self-shipper-snowdrop]

why is your cat so snuggly cats arent snuggly

Incorrect. As someone who has volunteered at two cat shelters now, has two cats in her house, and has seen many, many kitties [both kitten and adult].... they are snuggly muffins. Demanding snuggly muffins, at that.

But Flo is a huge snuggle bug with me especially, because I am Mother™, so I am the provider of love. Also she is very small and has too much love in her little body so it needs to go somewhere.

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Now I will probably buy kotarou maghni when he comes out if not just to encourage the planned other vocals although out of all the virvox characters the teens are the least likely to be used very often by me outside of group songs. Now I do selfishly hope the next one announced is akashi because he's my second favourite and I Want His Voice. the bits I've heard of his vp has a lot of nice depth but also some really charming anime-boy-idol type of solidness which id really like using

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[skizz-that-man]

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