#and whatnot. so he learned guitar

[chikaoofka]

1 Cassius 👀

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Not that long, actually? It kinda depends on if he's in a daydream-y mood or not . He can sit there for hours if he's spaced-out enough........... but if he's, like, THERE? No more than 5 minutes max. Then he starts doing random (inoffensive and mindless) things like flipping through books or cleaning the area he's in until he's gotta do something proper...................................

[edwinisms]

yknow if charles didn’t play an instrument during life I feel like he’d have learned something in his 30+ years of being dead. and thank god ghosts probably don’t have real breath so his ska enjoyer ass can’t choose to try and learn trumpet (for the sake of edwin’s sanity)

[bittcrsuite]

📸 genevieve + sebastian

send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

[eddiesghxst]

stalker!eddie been on my mind someone see my through w this pls

obsessed with the idea of eddie just being a complete loser weirdo freak. nobody liked him as a kid and it put him in a corner where he could either be sad and lonely or do something distracting with his time— he did the latter.

he’s got these little fixations, things that keep him busy and entertained and he likes the rush he gets when he feels the need to learn everything about something— that’s where his love for dnd comes in. he likes that there’s not a single part of the game you could ever fool him about because he knows it like the back of his hand— almost as if he created it himself. he’s the same way with music— sits and listens to songs on repeat until he has every single pluck of the strings memorized to spin at his fingertips.

it’s his special thing. his superpower. to study things until they become a part of him. and that’s normal.

people can have fixations on things like games and hobbies and whatnot— that’s a normal thing to do.

what’s not normal is when eddie starts to feel this way about you.

suddenly it’s no longer an inanimate object he’s obsessing over. it’s no longer just a silly fantasy game or a limited edition guitar or a handcrafted dagger; no. this is a person. a human being.

he knows it’s not normal. knows it’s bad and he should probably stop before he does something stupid, but when eddie gets an urge to discover, fuck, he can’t stop.

youre not perfect. you’re not some angel sent from god, no, none of that insane cultish bullshit. he’s not exactly sure what it is about you that scratches that obsessive itch in him but it does and that’s dangerous.

he doesn’t realize it’s a problem at first. just thinks it’s a silly crush, no big deal he’s had plenty of those before. because it’s normal to smile at every little thing your crush does. and it’s normal to just want to sit there and stare at your crush all day long. that shit is normal.

but then he doesnt even realize what he’s doing when he offers you a ride home after class. he honestly and genuinely thinks he’s just being a good person by driving you home because it was raining and anyone with a decent heart would do the same.

but then he ends up coming back later that night. and he watches you through your window from across the street. watches for hours as you do your nightly routine, not even once getting a feeling that you’re not alone. he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing is so fucking wrong until you turn your lights off for bed and he’s left feeling like an audience at the end of a show. calling out for more.

he gets a sick feeling, knows it’s so wrong, what he’s done. goes home and panics and swears to himself that he’ll never do that weird shit again because he respects you and you don’t deserve this— and fucks sake this isn’t him! he would never do this to anyone!

but then he’s back the next night. and the next night. and the next.

and eventually he buys a camera. and eventually he knows when you’re home and when you’re not home. and eventually he’s sliding in through your window while you’re gone and he’s going through your things.

and eventually— fuck, he’s in too deep.

[franabz]

★ Task Force 141 Band AU

(my asks are open for whoever has questions or is interested in the concept!! feel free to slide in)

Soap would be the drummer, and a damn wild one at that. He was never really good at singing and has a tendency to hide away in his garage to slam away on his drum set like the gates of hell were opening up. He usually performs without a shirt due to how sweaty and overheated he gets while performing, simply personal preference. Like Price, he is also a massive enjoyer of mosh pits and sometimes begins playing even harder as he watches the crowd dance around and head-bang like a pile of fish. He loved it.

Gaz would be the bassist/background vocalist, always keeping on rhythm and adding that extra flair to each song that it just needed. He has a very nice singing voice, but is way too stage shy to be the lead vocalist, though many fans wonder how he could be so scared with the sultry voice of a godsend. Despite his shy demeanor on stage he is very upbeat and enthusiastic with each note played, whether it be head bobbing or full on hopping around stage like a lunatic when he is in the zone.

Price would be the manager and rhythm guitarist, easily the most experienced of the bunch. He is the one that organized the idea of a band and gets the group gigs and whatnot. On stage he is pretty laid back and reserved, though he does get very into the music. He also isn't very good of a singer due to constant voice cracks or flat notes because of his smoker lungs, something he refuses to quit despite best efforts. Despite his reserved demeanor, he absolutely loves it when mosh pits start, often tossing guitar picks into the crowd and watching the audience roar in shouting and cheers.

Ghost would be the lead guitarist and vocalist, though not very interactive with the fans. He has a deep and gruff baritone voice, one that makes the ladies swoon at just the mere thought, though he quickly learned to not pay any mind to it. When in the zone, he's an absolute beast. Fingers flying across the fretboard like it was the last song on earth, sometimes so hard his fingers would start bleeding all over his guitar; though he doesn't seem to care. Nobody had ever seen his face, which furthermore adds to the mystery of the masked guitarist.

The group was going through a dry spot in their gigs and decided it was time to find a new addition to the band; you.

Price decided to take the band to a local bar that was currently hosting a bands night, the perfect opportunity to find potential candidates to fill the secondary background vocals position. Everyone was on board with the idea of a new member, being enthusiastic about it if anything. But not Ghost.

"They'll all be shite." He'd repeat like a broken record, as if that would do anything to change Price's mind.

Now here they are, seated in a secluded part of the bar and scoping out the crowds like hawks, the soft intermission instrumentals and the dimmed yellow lights mixed with the lingering scent of alcohol and cigarettes filling the musky air.

Soap came back from the bar with four shots, setting the glasses onto the sticky wooden table and sliding into the booth beside Ghost, a small smirk across his lips.

"Figured ye needed some liquid courage b'fore tae bands c'me out." The Scotsman chuckled over the overlapping noise of crowded patrons, raising a hand to give Ghost a firm pat on the shoulder, one of which caused him to grumble something inaudible under his balaclava.

"Ts' all useless." Ghost grunted, raising the edge of his balaclava briefly to take a sip of his lukewarm bourbon, curling his lip in disgust. "You ever stop complainin', Si?" Price huffed, placing a cigar between his lips and lighting the other end with a cheep lighter, the thick smoke pooling from his lips and wafting into the air. "Jus' being realistic." He jeered, watching as the lights of the pub began to dim and the stage-lights brightened, illuminating the stage. A stage manager emerged from behind the wings and gently tapped the top of the microphone before clearing his throat and addressing the audience.

"Good 'fternoon everyone! I hope you are all havin' a good night!" The man spoke, his voice quickly followed by an uproar of applause and cheering. Gaz laughed lightly at the enthusiasm; mainly from the piss drunk bar patrons. "To start off this night, let's all give a warm welcome to the first band of the night, Woodland!" As he added that final segment, the audience roared even louder as the stage manager handed off the microphone to the lead vocalist of the band, a girl by the stage name Vixen.

As the band started loading on stage, Price was vigilantly scanning each member for potential candidates, already mentally rehearsing what he would say as a proposition to whoever he deemed fit for an invite. Ghost sat in his booth with a quiet scowl across his face, though it was mostly hidden by his balaclava. Everyone seemed the same as the rest; too cocky for their own damn good. He scoffed and leaned back in his seat, folding strong arms over his broad chest and reached for his shot glass, before pausing briefly, a flicker of interest crossing over his gaze as one member in specific crossed the stage and grabbed their microphone; you.

This was about to get interesting.

[polyestercleaner]

sfw and nsfw headcanons of joost dating a russian girl with rockstar gf style PLSSSSS😞🙏

Was waiting for someone to request this *wink* ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )

|Summary:Headcannons of joost dating a RAD Rockstar Russian gf ☆

|Content Warning⚠️:Nsfw

SFW☆:

Always with you when you wanna pick guitars and new instruments, your so picky with it and he dosent mind the fact you both usually spend hours there before you pick a guitar

Loves how cunty you could be, ripped tights and short skirts, cunty walk and everything, he likes to watch you put on your makeup, you're so messy with it yet you nail it like a (once again) cunty star that you are

Both your pronunciations of words are terrible sometimes and you like to joke around with him about it, sometimes randomly repeating words you both don't know how to properly pronounce and giggling about it

Eventually he hears you speak Russian on a random day and now he wants to learn a couple of words, over time he picks up on stuff, the swear words you say when you hurt yourself on accident and whatnot

You'll wake him up with all that guitar playing and he dosent mind, does he even mind anything at this rate....

You always do your nails, always filing them always painting them and he think it's just the prettiest thing ever. Kissing your hand after you done to show you how well you did.

Always sharing nail polish and t-shirts that he owns, when he comes back from a long tour and you're there rotting in his shirt, it's adorable is what he thinks.

Loves how you two could be so different, your always so fierce and confident, and even though you could say he's confident, he's much more sillier.. if that's the right word.. hmmm

NSFW☆:

Speaking of you wearing his shirts, if he finds it just too much to handle he'll always drop what he's holding from luggage to run up to you and drown you with kisses, eventually he's between your legs, sucking at your clit and making sure he tastes every part of your pussy, if you try taking off his shirt he'll pull it back on your body

After your both done partying and you go back home, both of you tipsy you'll always find yourself bent over something his cock deep inside of you with every thrust you can feel his tip brushing over your sweet spot, he loves playing with the hem of your skirts in the midst of it, everything about you is so pretty it just overwhelms him!

Speaking of him picking up on Russian words, he'll pick up on those you say when he's fucking you really good and your brain is too much of a melted liquid to process what language you're speaking, curse words and pleasurable sentences slipping past your mouth.

Backstage sex once he's done or if your done with your concert, quickly dragging him to the changing room, his fingers deep inside of your mouth that your almost choking as he fucks you into exhaustion.

If your a Rockstar who chose to get those iconic dyed chunks in your hair, trust he'll always be there to admire how well they look wrapped up in his fist, chunks of your pretty hair spilling from between his fingers

Loves pulling at your hair, enough to not hurt you a lot, enough to pull your head back closer to him so he can place kisses on your cheeks as you inch closer to orgasming around his cock

Yes he'll rip off your panties when he's really pussy drunk, he won't waste time, you've lost several soldiers due to this😞🤞

Your voice is everything to him, when your singing, when your talking, when you whimper and moan whilst your cunt clenches around his cock, he just loves your voice.

|Hope this was good enough to please ya! Thank you for the request! Xoxo

ROCK OUT!(✯ ◡ ✯)

[orionchildofhades]

steddie swapping soulmate au part 2

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | Ao3

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for a year, and more, Eddie doesn't swaps.

he wakes every single day, perhaps not morning given his late nights spent working on campaigns and his guitar, but he wakes every day in his own bed. in his own body.

his entire freshman year is spent seeing people meet and learn about their soulmate while waiting for his own to show up.

in private, Eddie isn't worried. he expected to swap soon after his birthday, to finally see this other person meant to be his, but he figured soon enough that his soulmate must be younger. he can wait. it's alright. at the end of the road he'll have someone by his side and who cares how long it takes. not him. the sooner the better but... he can wait. Eddie learned to be patient for things that really matter.

but I'm school, it's harder. he doesn't really have a name of his own, he's just the weird kid who lives in a trailer park, with hair longer than a boy's should be and who still haven't met his soulmate.

and teenagers are stupid. teenagers like to play grown-ups and what they think it means so they attack, they judge and they laugh and when Eddie still doesn't show any sign of having a soulmate, whispers start.

Eddie the unloved.

it's a silly nickname first in his grade, no one really cares about a lone kid like him. but then he joins hellfire and the rumour mill start its work. it's only 80 but the fear of the satanic rise is already there, settled over the mind of small, religious town. a club named hellfire about people trying to become other, talking about monsters and whatnot, with strange people joining, who dress weird, who don't have soulmates.

but still, eddie waits, and he's sure he'll find his soulmate soon. he works. on dnd, on his sweetheart, on all the things he'll be able to do in the future, in a big town full of people. with his soulmate. he can't wait to swap and see the world, to discover his soulmates universe. he imagine himself in Germany like Wayne, or in Japan like Sandy. he sees New York or Los Angeles. he even sees another small town, maybe not so far away so be could meet them. a wishful thought.

Eddie waits and waits until he blows another set of candles and jump forward to another year of highschool.

and finally

finally

he swaps.

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝sad melodies.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi, Amajiki Tamaki ]  

「Headcanons for Midoriya, Todoroki, Shinsou and Tamaki with songwriter S/O who’s sweet and happy but writes sad/depressing songs.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ Midoriya is the type of boyfriend who just wants to know every single little thing about his lover. Interests, professions, hobbies, favorite food, and even to what kind of sleeping habits you have. The first time he discovered your music was through his classmates who were talking about it one day. Kirishima and Kaminari had excitedly pulled Midoriya aside during lunch break to show the green-haired boy one of your songs that were released recently.

♤ In the beginning, he didn't realize that it was your voice and only mentioned how it sounded nice to his friends. On his free time, he did a bit more research on you. But of course, he failed to realize that it was actually you -- his lover behind this amazing song since you've been using your artist name. He eventually figured it out after doing his own research and confirmed it when you casually told him that you're actually the artist behind the songs that he has been listening to recently.

♤ Loves to be there when you're composing your new song or just strumming your guitar. Constantly compliments you whenever you pull out the guitar and sing along. Midoriya just loves it when you talk so passionately about your career and he could see just how much you actually love music. Now, after knowing about your interest in music, he tries to learn more about it so that he could understand the foreign terms you sometimes used.

♤ He wonders what goes through your head whenever you're writing these lyrics. This guy has his own theories on the reason behind your dark lyrics. Were you badly bullied in the past to the point you wanted to end things? He starts to get worried about it. But you talked about how there were some artists that sing very dark songs and it always amazed you how they could sing what you were feeling so well. And that was the reason why you write sad music.

♤ Your number one fan and support. Despite being a hero maniac, Midoriya sees the importance of other jobs as well and there are people out there who you've saved with your music. He knows little to nothing about composing songs and whatnot but he's always there to encourage you, telling you that you're doing amazing and that he's super proud of you and all that.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

☆ Todoroki doesn't really listen to music. He's more of the type to pick up music because someone recommended it to him. And it so happens that it was his friends that recommended your songs to him. At first, he did not know it was you at all and he didn't bother to do more research like Midoriya did. When you both first started dating, it was no surprise that you recognized him. While you only told him that you studied music and Todoroki isn't the type to pry into someone's personal information. 

☆ Surprisingly, he noticed that the songs were very similar to the tunes that you have been playing on your guitar when he was present. He had his suspicions that you could possibly be the mastermind behind these famous songs. Todoroki never really questioned about the things you do since the two of you are always busy with your own thing. He's always out on patrols and you'd be in the house, either composing songs or just relaxing.

☆ He found out when he accidentally went into your studio without knocking because you didn't respond to him when he called for you. This guy felt bad for interrupting your recording but how could you get mad at him? Todoroki didn't even ask any questions, he seemed pretty cool with that fact that you're a famous songwriter who -- despite the sweet and happy attitude you have, writes very depressing songs. He never asks you about it but he wonders to himself.

☆ Of course, he eventually questions how you come up with lyrics and the theme of your songs. Todoroki has his own traumatic experience and was denied a normal childhood. He might not look like it but he's a great listener. When you talked about how you just liked being able to express the feelings that most people can't, he thought that it was amazing and very kind of you.

☆ Overall very supportive, and really likes it when you play your guitar while the two of you are hanging out on the couch. He would be seated behind you while you settled yourself between his legs with your guitar in hand. He loves when you sing slow songs at night. Not only it comforts him but it lulls him to sleep. He's like a giant cat, with his arms wrapped around your waist as you hummed a lullaby and run your hands through his hair.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

♡ Out of everyone, Shinsou probably listens to music the most. He mostly listens to indie bands and underrated artist that not many people know of. Not that he has anything on popular and trending music. He definitely prefers hearing songs that refer to personal things, as it helps him get through his life much easier. This guy has a lot of emotions that he wants to express but never had anyone to confide in.

♡ Then you came along. You weren't super popular when he first heard your music but he fell in love with how emotional voice and lyrics that just hit home. It always motivates him to do better, knowing that you went through hard times and still found success. He always found you happily composing music in the living room or in your studio and can't help but smile everytime he saw you.

♡ Sometimes he wonders what the hell you've been through to produce that kind of music. Because, you're generally a sweet and happy person, just living your life like any other person would. One day, while you were all cuddled up, you explain about how you always admired singers who sing sad, depressing and darks songs. You admired how they were always able to sing what a lot of people was feeling when they're going through tough times. And it inspired you to become a songwriter.

♡ You were such a sweet person, keeping the house clean and doing his laundry whenever he's out patrolling. Everytime he comes home, you would already have food ready for him. He truly appreciates the things you do for him. Loves it when you pull out the guitar while you both are just lounging in the living room. You would sing a song or just play a song that makes him feel at peace.

♡ Everytime you would go to check the sales or the display of your newly released album, he would tag along. And Shinsou buys all your stuff.  A newly released album that you released? He has the normal version and the limited edition version. You wrote a song for another artist? It's only one song and probably not the the most popular one? Shinsou does not care, he's already pulling out his wallet to buy it. He's such a huge fanboy and he doesn't even realize it.

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

♧ He absolutely adores your songs. On days where you will hole yourself up in your studio, he would be sitting by the door to listen. The melody was always soothing and he can't help but want to hear more from you. Tamaki probably listens to really soft and cute music. He likes having music like Lo-fi remixes while he's doing his report in the living room. With you around, he would usually sit on the floor with his laptop on the coffee table while you sat on the couch, strumming your guitar.

♧ A bit concerned when he realized all your songs are very sad and depressing. Tamaki finds it surprising, only because you're so happy and cheerful most of the time. He wonders if you're going through something that you keep to yourself. He never asks you about it because he doesn't want you to get uncomfortable. He tends to check on you while you're in the middle of making your songs as he's curious what's going through your head when you're in the zone.

♧ Eventually, you ask him why he's always sneaking around and he nervously confronts your about what he's been worrying about this entire time. You found it quite adorable that he's worrying about it. In the end, you explain to him about how you wanted to be able to voice out your feelings through a song. And you hope that your listeners could feel some sort of release, knowing that they don't have to go through things alone.

♧ Tamaki knows how hard you work and would occassionally pop into your studio with your favorite drink and snacks, ensuring that you're hydrated and well fed. Once you're done with everything, you're instantly dragging Tamaki to the couch for some quality time that you skipped to compose your song. Let's say that Tamaki woke up with a very stiff back after you slept on his chest on the couch.

♧ He's your biggest fan and supports you in any way possible. When he realizes that you've been coped up in the studio longer than usual, he'll have a small snack and your favorite drink ready for you. Tamaki is the type of person who would want to get involved in what you're doing, because he wants to know everything about you. He asks what you're making and if you're struggling with anything or not. In addition, he will remind you to take breaks.

Total: 1620 words Published: 05.11.2022

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[wombywoo]

1. And 3. For Appearances, and 12. for Hobbies and Activities? I'm really interested in what sort of music they listen to or play!

thanks for the questions 😚

👕Appearance

What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

Quinn likes his eyes; he's been complimented on them enough to feel like they must be good. Vincent likes his hair a lot! He's had a few funky styles through the years, so he enjoys getting to experiment with it. He also has very lovely hands--nice and thin, quite long; he keeps the nails clean and neat~

3. Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?

Quinn would have said his ears (🥺) but he's gotten over that particular insecurity and doesn't really mind them anymore. I guess he'd say his teeth? They're a little crooked and fit oddly in his mouth, which he's sort of self-conscious about.

Vincent might've also said his teeth at some point (he used to file down the fangs to appear more human, poor thing 😔) but now he embraces it. If he had to change anything, it'd be the eyes--the red can be very intense, and he doesn't want to give the wrong impression

🎲 Hobbies and Activities

12. What kind of music does your character enjoy?

Quinn sticks to edgy, emo stuff, lol. 90s grunge, some early 2000s alternative, etc (I couldn't tell ya specifics, 'cause that's not really my scene~) There are a few outliers to his taste that he swears he doesn't listen to but does 🤫 The iPod never lies....

Vincent likes a mix of everything. He's pretty open to exploring new music, as each decade introduces new styles and whatnot and he gets to watch it all evolve. Most of his fondness is for soul/R&B type stuff, but he has favorites in all genres~ As for playing, he enjoys learning retro rock songs on his guitar, but will also whip out some classical stuff as well~

[lesbiamano]

AN INTRODUCTION TO "The Loving River", AKA Nazya's story!!

this story takes place in a historic setting in iraq, no specific years (for now) so everything here is subject to some change in the future.

this post is just an introduction to the main stuff and characters in the story! (all under cut, and fair warning, its a lot)

Shanya Al-Malaika:

shanya is a 29 year old poet, going by the pen name "Ta'abata Sharan" and taking on the image of a man so she can comfortably write about her love for nazik, and to be taken more seriously in the world of poetry. she is the mortal daughter of the goddess shaahida, also referred to as "The Witness", and ill be explaining more about her and her lore later.

to make a long story short, shaahida never wanted a child, and so shanya's coming into the world was a complete accident, and to shaahida, a shameful mistake. with that, she sends off newborn shanya to live with her aunt, saabira, another goddess, this one referred to as "Patience". saabira had a mortal husband and five mortal children with him, so the choice to send shanya there was easy. shaahida was sure saabira, with all her patience and knowledge of children, would be able to take care of shanya better than shaahida ever could. but of course, if she was going to give away shanya like this, shed have to gain something out of it too. she slashed baby shanya across the mouth with her divine nails, drawing blood, and leaving a scar. a tie between them both, stronger than their familial connection. wherever shanya was, shaahida would be able to keep watch, and when the time comes, shaahida would be able to use shanya as the vessel for her plan (which i'll discuss later,, maybe.)

shanya lives with saabira's family for most of her life in dhi qar, where she meets nazik, a girl around her age, and eventually, falls for her. the two are worlds apart though, for while saabira prefers to live humble and poor despite her divinity, making shanya live as a young sheep herder, nazik came from a wealthy family. middle upper class, to be exact. one day, however, nazik leaves dhi qar suddenly, and without much explanation, leaving shanya all alone. what made it all worse was this coming directly after a major fight/argument between the two. (this is insanely simplified, for a lot of stuff happens between them here.)

shanya continues to live with saabira, until the age of 16. when one day, as she on the carriage of saabira's oldest son, shaheen, she began to tinker with the oud guitar he always had with him. she strummed a few notes and smiled to herself, preparing to play a small tune. the carriage soon hit a bump, and the oud, with all its heaviness, slipped out of shanyas hands and fell off the carriage, tumbling down into the nearby river, and breaking. shaheen went off the rails at this, screaming at shanya about how expensive the oud was, and going as far as slap her and push her out of the carriage, telling her to walk home instead. its then, when shes trying to walk home, in the most vaguest in terms, she ends up dying. very unfortunate, and a horrible look for shaheen.

shaahida oversaw all of this. she was angered, not as a mother would be for a daughter, but a creator to a vessel. she transforms her own body to shanyas likeness, and makes it, in a way, a vessel for shanyas spirit to reside in for the time being. making daughter and mother, one and the same.

after saabira realizes what had happened, shanya's death, shaahida's work, she is frightened, and she does not tell shanya of what had truly happened to her. instead she grabs her and takes her towards kirkuk, where hashim, her uncle, and saabira and shaahidas brother, resides. hashim the god, also referred to as "The Punisher". after learning of what had happened to shanya, hashim takes her in, almost like his own daughter, and he is the one who teaches her of poetry and art and whatnot.

it is also hashim who sends 29 year old shanya out of kirkuk and to baghdad, along with her cousins, the twins jamil and jameela (also saabira's children), to gain more knowledge and more inspiration after she finds herself in a writing block. and that is where shanya meets nazik again after so long, which kickstarts the main story.

Nazik Al-Khafaji:

nazik is the 30 year old eldest daughter to jasim al-khafaji and his university sweetheart, nadeen. young nazik worked in a library with her mother until she was 14, before becoming a 'healer' or a doctor later into her adulthood. she has a younger brother, azra, only 4 years younger. nazik's mother had been a worshipper of saabira, one of the saabiroon, and as such, nazik aligned herself with that sect of worship too. and when push comes to shove, as an adult, nazik realizes she had been blessed by saabira with the power of healing. specifically, healing people with her own blood, something she couldve used much, much earlier.

jasim's family was quite a rich one, and yet, he distanced himself from them and went against his own family's wishes by marrying nadeen, and as such he did not inherit much of their wealth at all, and all the wealth naziks family did have came entirely from his own hard work and businesses in gold selling and jewelry making. nazik's family was originally from baghdad, however after jasim's falling out with his family, they packed their bags and moved to dhi qar when nazik was 6 and azra was 2, which is, of course, where nazik met shanya.

nazik quickly found herself enjoying shanya's company, and even introducing shanya to her brother, for a chance to get the girl to step out of her shell and meet new people, for nazik had noticed how lonely shanya seemed to be, with how all of her cousins were decades upon decades older than her, and having no free time to spend with her at all. nazik found herself skipping many of her classes to be with shanya, almost getting caught by her father many times, but she simply could not get away from her. in her free time she brought shanya books to read with her, though most of the time she sat by and listened to shanya play the oud, yes, the one she often borrowed from shaheen. nazik hadnt realized it, but she had fallen for shanya, hard and deep. one day, after returning home later than she should, after spending a night with shanya, she came back to find her mother dead. nadeen had been sick for years now, but nobody had expected her to die so suddenly. naziks life changed overnight. in the morning, she went to visit shanya one last time, a meeting which resulted in a huge useless argument, before nazik ran off, going home to finish her packing. that night, her, her brother, and her father took a carriage all the way to baghdad. she left shanya with no last goodbye, no last hug, and that is her one regret, though she does not blame herself.

jasim never quite made up with his family, his parents however begrudgingly gave him an estate to own in baghdad, which they settled in. as an adult, nazik was practically the only one working in the house. jasim had given up on life and on fatherhood after nadeen's death, forcing nazik to mother her own brother, and to grow up faster than she shouldve. and while jasim was useless, azra picked up traveling as a hobby, untied and free of all burdens, he was almost never home, and always off doing his own thing outside of iraq, leaving nazik to labor on her own, completely oblivious to the exhaustion she was facing, for she hid it all from him.

nazik, of course, has her own set of people in baghdad, and one of them was a pen pal, jameela, who she did not recognize as shanyas cousin, and whom she had urged to come to baghdad to meet. jameela had of course come to baghdad with her twin brother jamil and her cousin shanya. however, shanya and nazik would not stumble upon eachother until much, much later after shanyas coming to baghdad.

Shaahida (Al-Malaika):

shaahida, the witness, was the second born goddess from "The Creator", coming only after her eldest sister, huda, "The Gift". sources speculate she was born from The Creator's left eye, to bear witness over humanity, and to help her brother, hashim, the punisher, who was born right behind her, in trials, so he may adequately punish both mortals and their divine siblings alike.

of course it must be explained that The Creator is the one true god of the universe, having created it all with humans and all. in their divine eternalness, they split themselves into 99 different pieces, and the one last 100th piece would be created when all 99 pieces set aside their differences and finish their business on earth, and come together to create a new "creator". which is to say, the 99 lesser gods created were much weaker in comparison to The Creator, having a limited set of skills, and being very close to human like with their feuds and problems and personalities. some say there is no way all 99 of them would ever come together to become whole again, for each of them held such wildly different ideologies, and often butted heads with eachother. sometimes mortals wonder if they truly did come from one beings.

each god has their own set of followers that follow certain rules for worship. some gods have easier rules than others, some want all the worship, some want none. while, worshipping one god means you believe in the existence of the 98 remaining, it does not necessarily mean you believe in their coming together again to be one, and it does not mean you believe in them coming from one being. those beliefs depend on the individual and the family they hail from. there is however another religion made from these using all these factors (believing in all gods, their coming from one being and their eventual unity) called "Istiqbal", in the way that its followers await the future for the 'inevitable' unity of these gods.

that being said, shaahida was never one to love her job. as the witness for the punisher, she did not last long. she kept it up merely 3 millennia before giving it up, opting to wander the world meaninglessly for a few couple of centuries, before settling in a temple and watching people worship at her feet all day. along the way, she found herself obsessing with a mortal girl, a girl named batool, and a worshipper of hers. she possessive as much as she was obsessive, and batool did not by any means hate the attention. until one day, when she revealed to shaahida that was to get married to a man soon. of course, that angered shaahida greatly, and with her anger came eyes on them, and the public soon found out about their situation. it was not homosexuality itself that was forbidden, but the act of mingling with mortals at the time was. hashim came, with his divine punishment, and stoned them, though whether he truly wanted to or not was debated. some even said he had someone else come and punish them in his stead. shaahida was hung up and stoned for a whole year, before her mortal lover which of course died before her. after her punishment, shaahidas reputation was tainted forever. humans misunderstood the punishment, thinking it for homosexuality, and quickly forbid it. which, in turn, made shaahida a symbol for homosexuality, and specifically, lesbian love. she would gain a few followers for this, though not many, and all worshipped her in secret. for the next few centuries or millennia, shaahida wandered aimlessly amongst the earth in a disguise, though she did not dare get close to any mortal during that time.

until one day, it suddenly became allowed to get with mortals. a lot of time had passed, and most of her siblings had slowly but surely been becoming more lax on many things. it was frustrating, to think that if her and batool's love was delayed a few mere centuries, it wouldve blossomed to fruition.

shaahida let herself out again, and began to mingle once more with the mortals. she met a writer one day, a man who calls himself abd al sahib. without knowing of her divinity, he spoke to her of his want to write a book about the witness. she smiled, thinking it was flattering. the two got closer, though she did not love him in the way she loved batool, nor in the way lovers loved eachother. he however, was obviously in love and head over heels. and he was not stupid, he soon learned of her divinity and her being the subject of his book, which only made him get closer to her. a series of events unfolds, many that were out of shaahidas control, and she finds herself bearing a child, a mortal child, shanya. for the first few months she had not truly processed it, until one day abd al sahib pointed it out, grinning with pride at the fact that he had impregnated her. her actions next had been a long time coming, she had enough. she killed abd al sahib, which, of course, was a sin. for gods could not murder their subjects and humans in general. it was fine however, for she hid all the clues. and when she brought shanya into the world, she was disgusted. not specifically by shanya, but the events that led up to her birth.

she sends shanya away and goes into hiding, hoping hashim would not find this out.

she loses herself completely in this loneliness and new found hopelessness she has dug herself into, and thinks the only way to get out of it and to be free is to simply become the new creator, to end the world prematurely. and maybe shanya was simply a tool given to her by the world to achieve this.

with that, her loneliness is broken only slightly, and only briefly by her meeting a new woman. nadeen. they got close over a short period of time in baghdad, before shaahida realized nadeen was already married, and already had a few month old daughter. it was shortly after this realization did nadeen leave for dhi qar with her husband and daughter, and shaahida never had much of a chance to see her again. and there she returns to solitude.

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and thats all for now! this is barely even half of the story, but again, its just intros, and it's already so long so i dont want to add more. i know not many will read all of this anyway so ive only written this for myself so its easier for me to see the info of my own story here. anyway! heres some art for the characters mentioned!

nadeen (left) and batool (right)! this is all i have for now! if youve made it this far, tysm for reading!

[strawbrygashez]

Lots of hcs for HS fc au bc I’m bored :3

•Tyler eventually ends up spending most of his days at Jacks house. It’s less hectic, Jacks mom is like the mom he never had, he loves jack (dUH), and is allowed to act more like himself there. Tylers mom doesn’t care at all that much that Tyler is never home. Tyler never tells her where he goes/stays.

•Tyler was the one who got the most attached first. He follows him around everywhere and picks on him. It takes Jack a while to realize Tylers ‘picking’ is just him trying to play around with him and his way of initial way of interacting with him. As time goes by Tyler gets more kind & thoughtful (he will forever be a bit of a jerk tho)

•Jack is friends with Marla before Tyler. Marla and Jack are outcasts so they ended up hanging out together. Well more like Marla started talking to him because she noticed he’s always by himself too.. and she liked how weird he is like Tyler likes as well.

•Marla doesn’t trust Tyler at all at first because Tyler runs with the more popular crowd & he used to make Jack actually a little annoyed with the teasing so she’s confused why Tyler all the sudden is always joined at Jacks hip.

It’s only when Jack starts talking really fondly of Tyler or she can start seeing for herself he has no bad intentions, she will start to care less and less about Tyler being around.

I think Tyler would take a slight interest in her too since she’s probably the only goth person he’s met

(💀 honestly it’s just funny thinking about how Jack was like •_• and never bothered anyone but two people (Tyler & Marla) just randomly decided they wanted to be a part of this quiet guys life.)

•oh yeah, I feel like this should take place in a town that’s like.. u drive out and ur in the country but the schools more into the city. Marla is in the city near Jack while Tyler is in a trailer park. This AU would probably be late 90s early 00s too.

•Tyler abandons his friend group for Marla and Jack because he loves how those two aren’t suck ups like his old usual friends are & just finds himself having really interesting conversations with them both. He finds comfort in knowing those two think like him… well he still tries to push more of his opinions on life and whatnot onto them but they at least truly listen and Marla slightly argues back and points out the flaws in what he’s saying/argues back a bit. (She agrees with him on most things but yknow how Tyler can get a little too extreme lol)

•Tyler thought the two would leave him after his first real bad manic episode around them but they don’t. Marla might be kinda pissed if he did something dangerous or said something really rude and Jack might as well but they assure him it’s nothing. Jack & Marla are ‘messed up in the head’ as well so they can’t really say anything. They just empathize with him.

It scares him a bit that it doesn’t make them leave him bc that’s what he’s used to :,/ and he knows sometimes he really screws up so he doesn’t get why they won’t leave.. because he really cares about them.

•After Tyler just leaves all his old friends for Marla & Jack, Those three become that group in school. People probably have made up names for them all or a made up name for the group in general. But it never really gets back to them that often because people still hold respect for Tyler.. it’s just stupid dramatic teen crap.

•Tyler is really good at sports while Marla will just sit out no matter what Tyler says unless it’s something like super easy. Jack on the other hand joins in no matter what if Tyler tells him to. Tyler tells him he needs to get some muscle and stamina because he’s built like a stick.

Tyler won’t do certain things if he doesn’t feel like it though, he’ll just walk those mile long track things with Marla with Jack on his back because Jack is exhausted and not fit at all to walk or run for so long.

•Besides exercise and fighting Jack, Tyler also likes taking pictures and learning guitar around this time. He takes classes where he can do both. He’ll hunt down Marla & Jack during school so he can take pictures of them for the year book even though both will tell him they don’t want extra pictures in it :/ after enough complaining or pushing by Tyler they agree though.

Jack knows how to play the guitar some and they’ll teach each other things they learn :3

•Tyler and Marla are protective of Jack. Jack doesn’t really realize he’s being messed with unless it’s like very clearly obvious so they both have a eye out for him.

•At their final prom as their final F U to the school, Marla wears a tux while Jack wears a dress :D because there isn’t much point of anyone saying anything to them when everyone is going their separate ways soon and probably won’t see these three again. Tyler won’t shut up about how badass it is that they dressed up like that.

[nightlyponder]

Did my first guitar lesson tonight @_@ It was short and mostly was just me and the instructor talking about why I wanted to learn guitar and whatnot. Then he asked me what's a song I wanna learn and I panicked cuz I suddenly couldnt remember any doom metal bands so I went wit what came to mind first:

Faith by Ghost 💀😅 So he taught a little bit of the intro.

OH and he said my right hand looked very good and that I jus have to work on my left to reach the frets properly when playing. So there's that.

[asshlyyyy]

Music of Love (Austin Butler x Reader)

I am killing it with these requests. I am just pumping them out like its no tomorrow. That being said, there are still many request that I have to work on. This is an anonymous ask, so, whomever you are... I hope you enjoy. 

I couldn’t think of a song, mostly because I was brain dead and wasn’t thinking much creatively... so, you get to pick your own song! Ain’t that fun? Anyways, its only mentioned once, but you can think of this song throughout the whole fic. 

Apparently I was supposed to post this tomorrow but- I fucking suck so that is my fault- Tomorrow’s post will be moved to Friday- I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving if you are celebrating!

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Implied smut (aka implied sex) towards the end, spelling and grammatical errors most likely. 

Word Count: 1.3k

You have never been gifted with the musical trial. You couldn’t really grasp the understanding of playing an instrument. Sheet music was one of the most confusing things you have ever looked at… You could only understand when there were lyrics on them, and at that point, you only knew how to read the words. 

How many musical notes were there? Because when they are all combined together onto a piece of sheet music. Well, they all either looked the same, or they didn’t look alike whatsoever. From an early age, you just knew there was no way you could learn an instrument. 

Well, that was until you met Austin. He was talented in many ways you weren’t. For example, he could play the piano and guitar. He could probably play some other instruments, but these were the ones you knew the most of.

When he got the role of Elvis you saw him change. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but he put his heart and soul into this role. He knew how important it was to do good… and he did more than good. He did amazing. It was like he became Elvis himself. While the two of you will never know how the real Elvis was, due to your age, this movie gave people that.

You learned a thing or two while he constantly practiced. He played piano and guitar a bunch, even though he didn’t need to. He was already talented enough, he just wanted to pick up on how Elvis did those things. You can appreciate all the hard work he did. You just want him to take a break once in a while. 

However, when he was playing one of two instruments… you sat in with him. Sure, you didn’t really grasp what he was doing, but it was still nice. He tried to show you something once in a while, but you struggled the most with the piano. While you could learn simple nurse rhymes that used three keys… you couldn’t play a whole Elvis song as he could. 

When it came to the guitar, somehow it just made sense? You didn’t necessarily need to look at sheet music… you could just play it by ear. You weren’t exactly perfect like Austin was, but you picked it up. So, when he wasn’t home… you practiced.  You wanted to be able to surprise him one day. 

So, here you are currently. You sat on the couch in your shared home with Austin. You held his guitar in your arms. You were trying to perfect a song, but let's be honest… it was taking much longer than expected. It’s not like you thought it would be learned just like that… but you did want to finish it before he got home. 

You played this song repeatedly. In some parts, you had down… other parts you did not. Maybe you should have taken on a much easier song. Maybe like Black In Black. It had some hard moments, but towards the end, it was just a repeat. 

You let out a sigh and threw your head back. You put a pause on the song and rubbed your face. You didn’t know how you were going to finish this song today. Maybe you didn’t have to. You had plenty of other interviews and whatnot almost every day this week. You basically had till the end of the week. 

“What am I going to do?” You said softly and shook your head. You looked down at the clock and tossed your phone over to the side of the couch. You still had a few hours until Austin gets home. You could start dinner? Or, you can just keep pushing yourself. 

Let’s go with the second option. Because the sooner you finish this, the sooner it will be over, and you can surprise him. That sounded nice. You picked the guitar up and continue to play it… until you physically couldn’t anymore, or until Austin came home.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you jumped at the sound and turned quickly to spot Austin. What? What was he doing here? He wasn’t supposed to be home till much later. 

“Austin? What are you? Why are you home?” You asked confused as you pushed the guitar off to the side. 

“Because I’m done for the day, were you playing?” He asked as he walked around the couch so that he could join you. 

“What do you mean you’re done? It’s only two.” You told him. Austin looked at you confused and sat down beside you. He reached out and pushed a piece of story hair behind your ear. 

“It’s six,  Y/n.” Austin corrected you and caressed your cheek before he moved to fill your forehead. “Are you feeling sick?”

“No no, I must’ve just lost track of time. Last I checked… it was a bit passed two.” You told him. Austin nodded and pulled his hand away. 

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked as he reached for his phone. Most likely to go ahead and order something. 

“Not since lunchtime.” You told him. He hummed in response and nodded. He went ahead and typed away on his phone. You stood up and went to put the guitar away when Austin stopped you.

“Keep it here. I’ll help you,” Austin said as he looked up at you. You nodded and sat back down. You leaned into the couch and closed your eyes. “It’ll be here in forty to fifty minutes.”

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile. Austin nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Now, what were you trying to play?” He asked as he picked up the guitar. You were trying to determine if you wanted to tell him the truth, or just lie to him and still keep the surprise. Then again, you never lied to Austin, and you didn’t want to start now. 

“I was going to learn how to play [song of choice] to surprise you… I got a few parts but… couldn’t figure out the rest.” You admitted. Austin smiled and wrapped an arm around you bringing you closer.

“That’s so cute and so hot at the same time.” You let out a laugh and shook your head. You slapped Austin’s chest and looked away. “I’m being serious! Do you know how often I dream of you playing guitar?”

‘Do I want to know?” You jokingly asked. Austin shook his head and pulled you onto his lap.

He positioned the guitar on your lap and held your hands under his. “I know that song by heart. Let me so you.” He said softly as he guided your fingers along the strings. You hummed against his chest and rested against his chest.

Austin started to sing the song softly behind you. Guiding your hands to create the perfect tune. Sure, you could count this as a win, but Austin helped you with the song. You knew one day you would learn the song completely… but for now… this was a nice change of pace.

After he finished the song he pressed a kiss against your neck. You hummed once more and turned to look at him. You just wanted him, and you could tell that he wanted you as well.

“How long until the food comes?” You asked.

“Forty to Fifty minutes.”

“That’s more than enough time,” you whispered and grabbed his face. You kissed him and lightly pulled at the ends of his hair. He placed the guitar off to the side and placed his hands on your waist. 

You just knew that the rest of the night was about to be heaven… You had Austin… and soon you would have his… gotta keep some things to the imagination. You’ll have your diner and yet again, you’ll have Austin. No matter what, when you were with Austin… you were in heaven.

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[strawbebbynya]

About me!

Hello! I'm Sylvan, 28, and my pronouns are he/him and mew/mews (the latter pronouns are preferred)!

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You can find stuff I've made in the tag #my stuff. You can find my face in #bastard spotted.

My other blogs are northamericanpurgatory (aesthetic), wordofazem (FFXIV spoiler blog), and aretheyaterf, which I run alongside my friend Andy.

Hit that read more to learn more about me!

I'm a Jewish man living in the US, but was raised secularly in deep south Texas, so I've been (extremely) slowly trying to learn about my heritage. I make a lot of mistakes, so please tell me if I got something wrong or reblogged from a Zionist or a neo nazi.

I'm also a therian, fictionkin, and otherkin (surprisingly they all have different meanings), and have known I was otherkin since I was a child. I am willing to talk about my kins and whatnot when asked, but don't expect a list. Also, I'm specifically a sphynx cat (hairless cat) therian!

I'm also a huge furry, and my fursona is a hairless vtuber named Strawbebby! I'm also wanting to make a dragon, Pokémon, and wolf fursona, but that hasn't come to fruition yet. I have no money.

Probably should've mentioned this earlier, but I'm a genderfluid trans masc man. I call myself a femboy personally, but don't expect me to fit the stereotype of pretty n skinny boy. I call myself queer loud and proud, but I will not call you queer if you don't want me to, just don't expect me to play into your respectability politics

I am disabled, physically and mentally, which I sometimes talk about here. Idk what wise to say.

I am asexual, demiromantic, and polyamorous! I have two girlfriends who are not on tumblr, a QPP, and a boyfriend (daedricprincessorigin).

I'm a former fanfic writer under the username ElZacharie on FF.net and AO3, as well as a poet, with some older poetry on deviantart under the name victimofscience. My much older work from the beginning of my poetry career, under the name xHigherxNowx, was deleted and lost more than a decade ago. I hope to one day write something substantial enough to be published, or at least have my poetry catch the eyes of others on the internet. You can find my newer stuff under #my poetry and #my writing. I'm also a huge fan of creating backstories for characters and worldbuilding, mostly because I suck at sticking to long projects.

Speaking of long projects, I plan to slowly teach myself to draw with a tablet and to play guitar, two of my lifelong dreams. I also want to learn to sew, but I'm too scared of fucking up, among other more tangible reasons like space, so that's never happening.

[desperadosofficial]

what music/games do you all listen to

Doc here. The rest of the crew is out on operations and Carl is in surgery for the fifth time this year, so I'll answer you. Sorry 'bout the delay.

Mistral likes Arch Enemy a lot. I didn't really take her for a death metal gal, but hey, what do I know. She listens to a lot of New Wave, too. She LOVES Blondie and got me and the guys (except Sundowner) into Joy Division. Mistral also listens to a lot of film scores to wind down, especially Gladiator and Blade Runner.

As for games, I know she's a big fan of older action games, the older Resident Evils, Quake and Doom and whatnot. Talks a lot of shit in fps forums.

Monsoon is...something. Handing him the aux when we go out is like a game of auditory Russian roulette. He could put on some Ros Sereysothea from when he was a kid. He could play nothing but Die Antwoord. He could play 70's Queen. He could play incoherent electronic sounds until you scream at him.

He's the biggest gamer out of all of us, his favorites are DMC and Bayonetta. He's competing in the Wii Taser Boxing tournament with Sundowner and I now, and if he wins, we'll be hearing about it for the next six months.

Sundowner is a simple man. He likes rock, country, and that's about it. We have a lot of the same taste in country artists, we grew up on Cash, Nelson, Jennings, and, as much as he'll deny it, he'd take a bullet for Dolly Parton. Sadly, with the exception of Lynyrd Skynyrd and Motörhead, his taste in rock is a bag of hot shit. Once I tried to tell him Five Finger Death Punch is for angry alcoholics with erectile dysfunction and he just yelled "HELL YEAH BROTHER" and cranked it louder.

He isn't really a video game guy. The only video game he plays is Wii Sports, and he only plays it because I challenged him.

Sam, interestingly enough, likes grunge and 80's rock. Some of his favorite bands are Van Halen, Foo Fighters, and Iron Maiden. He can sing almost every Black Sabbath song in Portuguese. He's been trying to learn Eruption on guitar. Once we were out drinking and he somehow managed to play it flawlessly on some kid's ukulele. I guess beer gives him guitarist powers. Oh, and he loves Shakira. No matter where he is, if you put her on, he will drop everything and get up to dance. Flawlessly.

Sam's our second biggest gamer. He's a fighting game guy. I still can't beat him at Mortal Kombat or Guilty Gear. He could probably thrash me with his eyes shut, too. Maybe I'm too old for this shit.

Intern Carl probably listens to Imagine Dragons or some dumb shit like that. Probably plays Tetris on his stupid little phone.

I listen to a lot of country, I also had a buddy back at ArmsTech who got me into industrial music. We used to swap cassettes while we worked, I'd listen to his mix while he'd listen to my Merle tape. I hope he's doing well.

I haven't gamed much. I remember liking Half Life a lot when I was younger. Had a coworker who's last name was Freeman, so I used to mess with him, talking to him in an awful G-Man impression...miss that guy.

That should answer your question. Sorry again about the wait; Desperados stay pretty busy.

- 🩹

[yaksha-garden]

😮 !!

it's HIM O CLOCK

This is Vayu Chandra Das (he/him), Eden's boyfriend/later husband. They met in his dreams and conspired to rescue him from a cannibal who was slowly cutting him up for parts. It ended with him burning her house down, as is his right. And then they got separated by circumstances outside of their control, fate (derogatory). But then they found each other again after many years!

Vayu is a very gentle, soft-spoken person. Started off as a scared, skittish, pushover of a 19 year old, in the current day he's a mid 30s man and still quiet and gentle and kind and whatnot, but he also gives far less fucks and takes less shit (though he's still remarkably patient, but there's a difference between that and being a pushover). He's always been a resilient, determined little thing, I think what changed is that he became more aware of that. He does still struggle with self loathing and overextending himself for his loved ones, though.

Also his insides have embers in em.

Probably gonna be the most common NPC/"Guest Muse" on this blog, because he's very very important to Eden.

Some additional Vayu Facts

He's a trans man!

Grew up playing classic DOOM, and still plays the first two games over and over again. It's his very favourite hobby.

Currently works as a line cook, and learned to hunt during his time in Kubera's Prism. He'll hunt and cook meat, but he himself is a vegetarian. He tells people he's not familiar with that this is for religious reasons, but it's actually for trauma reasons. He's a Hindu for the record, but he and his family (Bengali Hindus, mostly) were actually not vegetarian before all this.

Before he reunited with Eden, he adopted a kid, Niraja Hiran Das (another NPC - maybe I'll introduce her next?)

Cooking and quality time as a love language.

He learned how to play the guitar in high school to impress a girl he had a crush on and also he really wanted to figure out how to play some of Tool's songs. Said girl rejected him in a very thoughtlessly cruel (but very 2000s-bigoted) way unfortunately. But Eden admires his guitar playing nowadays, so I guess it paid off in the end?

and many more. please ask eden (ic) or me (ooc) about vayu whenever you want.

bonus image under the cut

and it'ssssss

vayu carrying eden!