#andrew speaks; {{ ooc

[ears-off]

[little-blog-of-horrors]

OOC - Update

Ok, sorry again for taking so long to come back. The funerals really did something to my head. It was really hard to process everything, and I guess it hit me that the people I lost were really truly gone.

But I've taken some time to breath through it and I plan on getting to replies in the next couple days. I'm spending the weekend with my family cause tomorrow is my birthday, but next week I will be home and I will have time to get to stuff.

I love all you guys, thanks for all the kind words, and patience.

<3

[austerulous]

Just been to see Titanic in the cinema and it’s just as emotionally devastating all these years later. The elderly couple cuddling in bed as their room floods? The mother tucking in her children and telling them a story of Tír na nÓg? Fucks me up every time. 😭 I’m going to sleep off a headache and hopefully I’ll be around more tomorrow. Mwah. ♡

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

YOU’RE SAYING NEW ANDREW SCOTT MOVIE HAS CINEMATOGRAPHY!?

ALL OF US STRANGERS (2023) dir. Andrew Haigh

[mercillery]

ANDREW KREISS RELATIONSHIP OVERVIEW

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + MENTION OF ABLEISM + OOC? + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: Andrew mains let me put you in my pocket and take care of you. And quit your jobs too, I will provide for you all.

Being in a relationship with Andrew is an adventure in patience, understanding, and love. Sure, love is a given in any relationship, but with Andrew, it's essential to navigate his unique quirks and preferences with a touch of extra care.

For instance, Andrew dislikes sunlight, so when it comes to planning dates, be prepared for moonlit strolls and stargazing rather than sunny picnics and beach outings. If you’re a sun worshipper, it’s time to stock up on moonblock instead.

Crowds? Forget about it. Andrew thrives in the quiet corners of the world, where the population density is low and the ambiance is serene. He’s the quintessential introvert, the kind who’d rather have a cozy evening at home than a bustling night out. If you’re the life-of-the-party type, this might require some adjustment.

When you first start dating, don't be surprised if he stumbles over his words or gets flustered over the simplest things. A casual brush of your hand against his might send him into a blushing frenzy. He might awkwardly laugh at things that aren’t jokes or offer you a flower he picked up without realizing it's a bit wilted. It's all part of his charm, though.

Andrew’s awkwardness comes from a place of inexperience rather than indifference. He genuinely wants to give you all his love and affection, but he’s not quite sure how to go about it. He’s learning, slowly but surely, how to open up and let someone into his world. Please be patient with him.

The early days of your relationship might be filled with small, tentative steps. Once he’s actually comfortable around you enough, maybe he’ll invite you to the cemetery, showing you his world in a way that’s meaningful to him. Don’t be surprised if he seems more at ease there, where he’s surrounded by the familiar. It might seem unconventional, but for Andrew, it's a big step toward letting you into his life.

His awkwardness is part of what makes him so endearing. Every hesitant smile and gesture is a sign of his growing affection for you. He's new to all of this, and it feels weird to him, but in the best way possible. As he becomes more comfortable, you'll see glimpses of his true self—a kind, thoughtful person who’s just been waiting for someone to understand him.

I think it should be flat-out obvious that Andrew is not one for grand displays of affection. Don't expect sweeping romantic gestures or elaborate declarations of love. He shows his feelings through small, meaningful actions that speak volumes about his deep affection for you. You might find a single flower left on your pillow, a delicate token of his feelings. Or, during difficult moments, he'll be there, quietly holding your hand, offering comfort and support without saying much.

Andrew has a way with words, but he prefers to write them down rather than speak them. You might receive handwritten notes from him, filled with poetic descriptions of his emotions and how much you mean to him. These notes are treasures, capturing his heartfelt sentiments in a way spoken words often can't.

His love language is all about acts of service and giving thoughtful gifts. He'll go out of his way to do little things that make your life easier, whether it's fixing something around the house, cooking a meal, or simply being there when you need him. These acts, though seemingly simple, are his way of showing how much he cares.

As for gift giving, receiving gifts from Andrew is always special because they're never random. Each gift is chosen with care and has a personal significance. It could be a book he knows you'll love or something that reminds him of a special moment you shared.

Having been the victim of ableism and cruelly labeled the “white-haired monster” because of his albinism, Andrew struggles with the painful memories of his past. These experiences have left deep scars, making it difficult for him to trust and open up to others. However, he trusts you and is comfortable enough to lean on you for emotional support, finding solace in your presence.

Andrew’s past is a heavy burden he carries, and it’s not easy for him to talk about it. The wounds from being ostracized and misunderstood run deep, really deep. That being said, he’ll seem distant or reluctant to share his feelings. But with your gentle encouragement and unwavering support, he slowly begins to open up. It’s a gradual process, marked by small breakthroughs and quiet conversations where he reveals his inner turmoil. Your compassion acts as a balm for his wounded soul, helping him to heal bit by bit.

And if you reveal your own issues to him, Andrew gives you his full attention. He wants to be there for you just as you have been there for him. He may not always have the right words to say, but his presence and understanding are more than enough.

He might not be an expert in comforting others, but he genuinely tries his absolute best to make you feel better. His attempts might be awkward or clumsy, but they are always heartfelt. Whether it's sitting quietly by your side, offering a reassuring touch, or simply listening without interrupting, Andrew’s efforts show how much he cares.

He understands how much it means to have someone there during difficult times because he's been on the receiving end of your support. He wants to reciprocate that same level of care and understanding. His empathy runs deep, and even if he struggles to find the right words, his actions speak volumes. He might bring you a small token of comfort, like a warm cup of tea or a favorite book, as a way to show he's thinking of you.

In those moments when you need a shoulder to lean on, Andrew's there, providing a quiet, steady presence that offers a sense of calm and security. He knows the value of having someone who listens and understands, and he strives to be that person for you. His dedication to your well-being is evident in the way he prioritizes your needs and makes an effort to be there for you, just as you have been there for him. He wants to make you feel the same way you make him feel when he opens up about his own issues: understood, valued, and better.

If you ever want to surprise Andrew and watch him melt, gift him iris flowers. He has a special fondness for irises because someone once told him that iris will turn into a rainbow and carry kind souls to heaven.

So when you give him iris flowers, it’s not just a gift; it’s a gesture that genuinely touches his heart. The fact that these flowers come from you, the person he loves, makes the gesture even more meaningful. You’ll see his eyes light up and a smile spread across his face as he gently takes the flowers.

Andrew might hold the irises with a reverence that speaks volumes about how much this gesture means to him. He might even get a bit emotional from the simple yet profound act of receiving these flowers from you, evoking a deep sense of love and gratitude. In his quiet, heartfelt way, he’ll thank you, stumbling over his words as he tries to express just how much this means to him.

Your relationship is built on these little moments, these quiet acts of love that speak louder than any grand proclamation. It’s a partnership where both of you bring out the best in each other, healing wounds and creating a bond that’s deeply personal and profoundly touching. And if anyone asks, you can always joke that your love story started in a cemetery with a guy who’s more comfortable with the dead than the living—but who learned to cherish the living soul who loves him.

[freak-accident419]

Baby Fever

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Summary: You never liked babies. You always believed they were burdensome and irritating. However, after having a baby lay peacefully in your arms, you made the decision—you wanted to raise one with your husband, Mike.

WC: 2.0k

Content: fluff, gender neutral reader, you two use surrogacy for your baby (hence the possibility of a gender neutral reader :3), you’re married to Mike, takes place at least 3-4 years after the events of FNAF, Abby is a working young adult, slightly ooc Mike(?)

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You always hated babies. Always.

You hated how loud and relentless they were. How almost every second they cried and screamed for no reason, as well as the fact that they were gross, somehow always sticky, and messy. While the fact that they were literally infants gave them an excuse for this behavior, you couldn’t help but be absolutely pissed by them.

You were at a small get-together with your old friends. You haven’t seen them in a while, and you were always close with them before, so you all decided to hang out together one day and catch up with each other.

You were at your friend Andrew’s house, along with the rest of your old friends and had your husband Mike attend as well.

The small party went fairly smoothly; you had some drinks, laughed, caught up, just the usual. Everyone there already knew your husband—who was a bit awkward and quiet—so there wasn’t a need for any introductions. You, however, finally met your friend Evelyn’s girlfriend, which was a great encounter.

You sat beside Mike, his arm tenderly wrapped around your shoulder as you continued to speak with your friends.

Until suddenly, Andrew’s wife, Adalyn, came in the room frantically, with her 3-month-old baby cradled in her arms.

Oh, brother, you thought.

“Hey, uh,” she began, looking around the room until her eyes landed on you. “Oh, Y/n! Can you watch him, please? I kinda gotta go to the little girls’ room.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what she was insinuating. “Wh—Wait, why can’t you ask, like, anybody else?”

“C’mon, Y/n, it’s really urgent. It’s a bit loud here, so just, like, take him to the nursery room,” she pleaded, in which you just continued to refuse.

“But—why can’t—C’mon, Adalyn, Andrew knows how much I can’t… really tolerate babies.” You argue, standing up from the couch. “I don’t—I don’t even know how to hold one—”

“Goddammit, Y/n, here, just—” She guided your arms to make you properly hold the baby, which you were slightly unnerved by. It was way too delicate. You were afraid of this responsibility your friend put onto you. And you felt even worse because of how much you hated babies in general. “There. There, you got it. Good. Okay, I—I gotta go,” she stated quickly, kissing her baby on the forehead, then running off to the bathroom.

You rolled your eyes as you uncomfortably held the infant, looking down at Mike, who remained on the couch. There was a small smirk on his lips. He found it amusing that you were in a situation you’d loathe.

“You think this is funny?”

He shrugged with a playful expression on his face.“Comedy gold.”

You scoffed, and then heard a loud laugh come from the kitchen, only to remember how noisy the atmosphere was. And the last thing you wanted was for this damned baby to start crying.

You looked around then sighed. “I’m gonna have to take this little guy to the nursery room upstairs. You gonna be okay down here without me?”

He smiled softly, giving you a nod. “Yeah. No worries.” You leaned down to give him a peck on the lips which he reciprocated. “Good luck with him. Hey, what’d you call babies again that one time? Wasn’t it ‘hellspawn’?”

You groaned, “Just… shut up, Mike,” but you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

You reached the nursery room, shutting the door so that all the voices downstairs were muffled. The baby was fairly heavy, and the staircase was pretty long, so you let out a breath of relief once you finally sat down on a wooden chair beside the baby crib.

You look down at him. Andrew and Adalyn’s baby Thomas. You stared at him with a bit of apathy and indifference, but the infant looked at you with its big, green eyes, almost longingly.

You noticed this, but you didn’t really think too much of it.

“What are you looking at?” You retort quietly.

He met you with silence.

You had him in your arms, cradled, nearly. His eyes continued to stare into yours. He was quiet, too. You couldn’t really tell what it was; curiosity, admiration, inexpressible hatred?—no, it couldn’t be.

It was definitely admiration.

“You think you’re so charming, huh?”

Silence.

“I don’t understand! What’s supposed to be so cute about you? Like, for all I know, you’re just a tiny, undeveloped… thing… person…”

More silence.

“People admire you and all you do is just… burp and cry. I seriously don’t get the appeal.”

However, your arms and your hands began to feel… tingly. You felt warmth radiating from the small baby as it proceeded to lay in your arms. You fixed your position a bit, letting it rest at an angle. Its little body was close to yours, against your chest. And then suddenly, you never felt so… at peace.

“Jesus Christ,” your voice began to become softer and quieter, “What in the damn hell are you doing to me?”

The baby’s green eyes gazed into your eyes, bright and full of adoration. It admired you. You wouldn’t be sure as to why, but it looked at you as if you were beautiful; that even while it barely knew anything at all due to its scarcely developed brain, it was sure of at least just one thing—that you were beautiful.

You felt so strangely warm inside. The orange sunset inhabited the room from the window as you continued to look at the baby in your arms. You felt safe. And you were sure that it felt safe too. And so, all you wanted to do was to keep it that way.

“Your mom shouldn’t be taking this long in the bathroom.” You paused in realization. “They totally set me up, didn’t they?” The infant just blinked at you.

You’ve always hated babies. They’re dumb, loud, and ugly.

But perhaps baby Thomas was an exception.

He was actually pretty cute, if you were going to be honest with yourself…

Babies could be pretty cute…

You never felt so… parental in your life. And for a split second, it didn’t feel like a responsibility, but rather a purpose. You wanted to keep him safe as long as he was under your care. You just wanted to stay like this for a long time. Just having him comfortably in your arms.

And you barely noticed the sound of the door opening and Adalyn and Mike stepping in because you were far too entranced in the domesticity in all of this—you finally understood why some people had baby fever.

“Y/n?” Mike’s presence didn’t even make you flinch. You were far too placid. The state you were in had Mike smitten; he never expected you to be this good, as well as peaceful, with babies.

“Just… Just a little longer with him…” You requested softly, never taking your eyes off of the baby. A love-struck grin appeared on your husband’s face as he watched you like this.

You wanted this.

And most of all, you wanted this with Mike.

***

“What was all that about?” Mike asked as you two sat on the porch outside to get space and air. “I thought you, like, hated babies, and stuff.”

“I don’t… I don’t hate them entirely,” you say under your breath.

Mike raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You complain about them just about once every week,” he chuckles. His lighthearted manner began to fade as he notices your silence, followed by your face of longing and fidgeting fingers. “You okay?” He placed his hand on your thigh.

“Yeah, I just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to place your words. “Remember how… Abby would sometimes talk about how ‘cool’ it’d be for her to… be an auntie?” Mike nodded, listening carefully. “And, well… you know… in the past I was always against having kids… Being afraid of all that responsibility and commitment… Mostly just despising babies.”

You sighed. “Mike, I… I want us to have a baby.”

His lips parted in surprise—only because he never expected you to want this. You were always against this idea, you’ve talked about it several times in the past. If anything, he didn’t know that the ‘exposure therapy’ that Adalyn planned would’ve driven you to want a baby. “Wait. Seriously?”

You grabbed his hand, gently rubbing your thumb over the back of it. “I don’t know, I just… I think we could do it, you know… start our own little family…”

He looked at your eyes deeply, with love and care.

Mike always wanted this with you. He loved you, that was for sure. He wanted to raise a baby of his own with you, to start a family together and take his relationship with you to the next level. To say the least, he was pretty thrilled by this.

His hands immediately cupped your face to kiss you passionately, lips pressed lovingly to yours. “I would love that so much with you.” He smiled softly at you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you mutter before interlocking his fingers with yours and meeting his lips once more.

*** Years Later ***

She had his father’s big, brown eyes.

The process was excruciatingly costly, long, but absolutely worth it. You and Mike decided to get a surrogate so that the baby would at least have some of his DNA—otherwise, the other option was to adopt.

You were in the same position as you were years ago: sitting on a chair serenely with a baby snug in your arms.

And just like those years ago, the baby quietly looked into your eyes, lovingly and admiringly. You smiled softly, letting the state of tranquility take over.

She was your entire world. You would do anything for her.

You loved your little girl.

You press a small kiss on her soft forehead, continuing to warmly hold her to your chest as she laid across your arms, supporting her neck and bottom with your hands. It felt good, to have something so precious and innocent in your care.

Mike finally entered the room minutes after, alluding that he came back from dropping off Abby at her work. He grinned warmly, walking towards you, pressed a long, affectionate kiss on your lips, and then a kiss on his daughter’s forehead.

“Do you… think we’re gonna be good parents?” You ask restfully.

“Wait, you’re asking that now?” He raised his eyebrows.

“No, I meant… C’mon, you know what I mean,” you sigh.

“Okay, then yes. I’m sure of it,” he asserted. “You’re gonna be an amazing parent for her, Y/n. We’re going to be amazing parents for her. I’ll do everything I can for her.”

Mike learned about taking care of babies at a very young age because of Abby. So it wouldn’t be too difficult to do it a second time, especially now that he would have you to help. He wanted to make sure that his new daughter would have a better childhood than he had, and he knew he would be extra cautious to ensure that nothing would ever take her away from him. Ever since Garrett, he promised himself to never let that happen to anyone ever again. And you would always assure him that he could keep it.

You look at your husband—the father of your child—dotingly. “I love you so much, Mike.”

“I love you too, baby,” he says before pressing his lips to yours once more.

Then, a soothing beat.

“She has your eyes,” you murmured softly. It was a well-known fact. You both have known this ever since she was brought into this world—it was actually the first thing you two noticed about her. The rich, brown irises that Mike possessed was passed down to your daughter. And while none of your features could be passed down to her, it didn’t matter at all to you. She was still yours. Yours and Mike’s. And you were going to raise her together.

She had her father’s eyes.

And Mike never got tired of being reminded of it, especially by you.

“Yeah… I know.”

[celestialhole]

Dad!Price headcanons

Warnings: OOC maybe? Slight mentions of sex like one but other than it's just a grumpy man and his chaotic lil' baby ❤️.

Boydad!Price!! Hello?? We need more of this in the world! I also headcanoned his middle name as Andrew, it doesn't have to be his middle name in your world it is in mine. 🤷‍♂️

He was sitting in his home, in his office looking over reports when he got the call his child was being born. He picked his phone up without looking at it and heard his mother's voice, "Johnathan Andrew Price, If you don't bring your ass back home right now." His body stiffened and he froze. Price blinked before speaking, "Mum.. Did somethin' happen?" He looked back down at his papers and started writing again. "It's your child John! Im at the hospital with (your name) and it's happening today, and Im confused as to why you're not here?!" His mother spoke through the phone. Price almost jumped out of his skin, he dropped his pen and immediately started gathering his shit. Next thing he knew he had a little baby boy, wrapped with a white blanket and a little blue beanie on his head as he wailed in Price's arms while sweating from the long, fast-paced journey it took for him to get here on time.

His mother definitely took pictures of him crying and holding his newborn son.

I have a feeling Price handled fatherhood with ease. He had the baby car seat already in his car before his son was born, had the baby carrier already, and bought loads of diapers. If you weren't breastfeeding he's already bought baby formula and everything. Mans is prepared for the worst. His son tugs on his mutton chops while Price is feeding him, and he does it for his own comfort so when Price tries to detach those baby fingers from his beard his child starts making that little face and those soft cries that always melt his heart. He sighs, brings the hand back up to his beard and watches as his son stops crying, and goes back to tugging on his beard.

Of course, he has to take long measurements to make are you and your kid's safety is assured given his reputation and the many enemies he has made over his years in the SAS. You live in one of those towns where everyone basically knows each other, it's a small community buts it's safer than a big city. I can imagine Price's mother lecturing his parental skills each time he comes to visit her with her grandbaby in arms. You and her always bonded over teasing Price and now here she is cooing to your crying son like, "I know baby, I know.. Shhh.. John why are you feedin' him those weird crackers?! He needs food!" She shouted to her son, "I JUST FED HIM!" John shouted from downstairs.

When he's on deployment you send him videos and photos and you and your son while communications are still on. Price comes back from a successful mission but he's exhausted and once he stumbles to his office he picks up his phone and sees the many videos you had sent to him. A small smile begins to spread across his face as he taps the message and sees a video of you ushering your little boy to walks forward to you. He watches with awe at the sight of his son actually walking towards you with a big smile and loud squealing before he tumbles on the floor and giggles. You're gently cheering him on as he works to stand back up and it isn't long until Price begins to cry, he misses you and his little boy so much and it sucks he isn't there to see these moments with you and be apart of his son's big accomplishments. And that's when something clicked in his head. What's the point of being a father if he's not even gonna be able to be there with his child?

Price did a lot of thinking, looking over the years he had been in the SAS, and the years he had been with you. The times you had both talked about marriage, kids and his possible retirement.

So when Price comes back home he drops his bags and wraps his arms around your waist tightly. His hand caressed your hair before he spoke softly in your ear, "I'm here.. And guess what?" He pulled back and looked at you with that smile you adored oh so much. "I'm stayin' for good this time." His hand on your face and his thumb rubbing your cheek, you looked at him with furrowed brows before you quickly connected the dots. "You.. John— Did you retire?" "Yep, I couldn't handle being separated from you both and those videos and pictures you sent only made me more homesick, I didn't want to leave you here constantly

You jumped up and wrapped your legs around him and your arms around his neck in sheer glee. He laughed and kept his arms wrapped around your waist tightly as he held you with ease. After a few moments of shared kisses, he pulls away and looks around, "Speakin' of, where is the little monster?" "Upstairs in his room, he's probably awake." You replied and were set back on the ground before he quickly walked upstairs and into your son's room where his boy is standing up in his crib. When his son spots him he starts bouncing and lets out a high-pitched "Hi!" as he smiles. One of the words he had learned was 'hi' and always greeted people with a loud hi and a big smile. Price scooped the boy in his arms and began throwing him in the air, he chuckled at his sons' loud giggles and happy squeals each time he was thrown in the air.

When your son reaches the ages of 6-8 he starts to show an interest in soccer. Or as Price says "football". You'd catch them both outside in the backyard playing with the ball Price's mother had bought for him when he was a child. He had to dig through his mother's attic to find that raggedy thing just so they could play.

Always keeps a close eye on his son when in public, makes him hold his hand, or just picks him up when around other people.

You both decide to homeschool your son and buy textbooks, flashcards, and notebooks for him when he turns six. You mostly help with the teaching while Price cleans around the house or cooks. Occasionally will walk over to see how his son is doing in whatever subject he's currently working on or if he's just practicing his writing skills. I see him being an expert in helping him with history, English, and maybe math. Hates science though but he tries to help still.

Would be that parent that properly educates his son on the 'errors' the system fails to teach in history.

If and when your son gets in trouble for doing something he knows he shouldn't have done you're probably the one who does the disciplining and while you're cooling off in the other room Price stands up from the couch and goes to the corner your son is crying in to have a gentle but firm talk with him.

Doesn't do spankings or hit his child in any way, his voice and punishments are enough to teach a proper lesson.

Will sometimes wake up from his naps covered in marker and in multiple different colors and he doesn't notice it until he goes to the bathroom and sees his son's artwork on his face.

You both have another child as a result of Price being unable to keep his hands off of you. Best part? It's a little girl! And Price is over the moon that he gets to have another little baby to take care of (he loves his crazy little boy though). Price works hard to make sure his partner is relaxed and comfortable and that his children are healthy and happy.

[detectiveinference]

General Relationship Headcanons: Andrew Kreiss x reader

(I'm so sorry in advance if it's ooc)

Similar to Matthias from the last post, you would need to have patience with him due to the trust issues that stem from his trauma.

Andrew was always in solitude, avoidant of others. He has lived alone for many years due to the way people have treated him in the past. It'll take a long time for him to get used to you talking to him and being around.

He eventually starts to develop feelings, but didn't confess for the longest time due to his intense fear of rejection. You two had a meaningful conversation about your feelings and he was finally able to be true to his feelings when you told him you felt the same way.

ꕥ He loves your company. Even if you two weren't talking. Andrew enjoys being around you and steal glimpses of you. He was nervous you would think he's staring at you; it was his way of appreciating you for everything that you done for him.

ꕥ You two go on midnight strolls, stargaze, admire the flowerbeds in the moonlight. Andrew is a fond of violet irises, he compares you to the flower as he finds the both of you really beautiful.

ꕥ Speaking of flowers, he associates chrysanthemums with you. Specifically, white and red chrysanthemums as they symbolize a strong, romantic love and deep passion, also symbolizing loyalty and honesty. He will go around the manor to find chrysanthemums for you, if he couldn't find any. He will take the matter in his own hands and some himself and hide the flowers deep in the flowerbed to surprise you when they fully blossom.

ꕥ Andrew will display some awkward gestures when he's around you such as:

Nervously fidgeting with his hands when talking to you

Planning elaborate romantic gestures but feeling self-conscious about executing them smoothly.

Trying to find the perfect words to express his feelings but stumbling over his thoughts.

You understand his habits and he learned that you'll never say anything negative about his behaviors. You are the reassurance he needed.

ꕥ One of the type of gifts I think Andrew would gift you would be handpicked flowers. He would walk around the field at night as you slept to surprise you in the morning with a breakfast in bed! He takes all his time to make sure it's perfect. Even when the flowers in a vase with water, some of them still wilted. You hold his hand and tell him that you appreciate the thought, a simple "I love you" sets his heart ablaze.

ꕥ Andrew has a picture of you in a locket that he bought so when you two were apart. He still had you close to his heart and reminded of the beauty that is his lover. A long lasting, intense yet hidden love.

[all-for-the-recs]

Chapters: 12 total

Words: 16,189

Author's Summary:

This is an extended character study covering the relationship between Andrew and Aaron Minyard before, during, and after the books. They literally deserve the world and are so near and dear to me guys. I wanted a study that showed the mindsets they each had going into the books, and behind all their interactions. Despite being twins, they speak different languages to each other for so long, there are so many misunderstandings because of their different mindsets that make their interactions so layered.

yeah so not just 1 fic, but it kinda is. all the ones in the series line up to make a 12 chapter fic. i love this series and am sad it's so short, but the way the author writes the twins interactions makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even if the author claims its OOC (i dont think it is, personally, since anything after the books can be seen as OOC)

[deansapplepie]

Marchweres Day 4 - 5

Prompt: Cursed, Finding out

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: non-sexual nudity, werewolf shifting, mentions of being sick, bruises and cuts, probably ooc Remus lil angsty but ends fluff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: I’m only writing for Daryl Dixon since last year, but there are ages that I have an idea about Remus and Sirius’ sister, but the idea is not this story I’m publishing now, but maybe they can be in the same world and that can be just the start. Remus is 20 in this one, therefore that’s why I’m using Andrew Garfield to represent him. I hope in the future I can bring “old” Remus here.

Not proof read.

It was dark times, the dark lord and his followers were unstoppable, killing and torturing muggle born and half-blood wizards and witches. You were part of the Order of The Phoenix and very often you’d need to reunite with all the others to talk about the next plans or missions.

The last thing your older brother wanted was for you to be involved in this, but both of you were already deep on it, being children of pure blood wizards that agreed to everything the dark lord was doing… Gods, you even had cousins that were death eaters. Being a Black wasn’t easy, specially when you were everything your family despised. At least you could stay at home, opposite as Sirius that was kicked out by your parents. There were still Regulus, but he was one of them… or at least you thought.

You pretended to not be involved in any of this, that you were in neither sides. You tried to be discreet so yours parents wouldn’t suspect. You were 18, had just gotten out of Hogwarts a year ago, your brother and his friends being 2 years older than you, the last years in Hogwarts were a little bit tedious to be honest. They were also your friends, and you missed their chaos all around the school, but now you could see them more often… specially because of the order pf the phoenix meetings.

Speaking of it… you noticed that he wasn’t in the last reunion. Remus wasn’t there, and by what you knew he wasn’t sent in any mission. You even asked Dumbledorre just to be sure, and he answered you with a smile and a mischief in his features that he didn’t. As soon as you got home you sent Remus an owl, asking if he would be home, you’d pay him a visit. The truth was, you had a crush on him, since you were 11 and as you got older is just became bigger and bigger, besides being one of your dearest friends, he always refused your investments and you never really understood. Of course he went out with other girls, but he never dated any of them, he looked you with so much tenderness that you thought it was impossible he didn’t like you back like you wished. But he didn’t. Remus looked at the world like this, he was someone so smart and good, and it was clear he struggled with something, but even like this he always looked at the world with love.

Some hours later you received an answer from him, a simple answer.

‘Don’t come, I’m sick.’

Did he really believe it would stop you from going to see him? Now, you NEEDED to see him. Why being all by himself, if he could have someone taking care of him? You changed your clothes, found some chocolate you had stored in your room and then apparated to his small cottage in the middle of the woods. His reclusion was too much sometimes, but that was your opinion and if he was happy like this, what were you supposed to do.

You walked to the front door and knocked on it. It was taking a while for him to open it and you were almost entering the house to see if he was good.

“What are you doing here?” You got startled by the angry voice that was normally so calm and contained.

“You said you are sick. I came to check on you.” You held the bag with chocolates firmly in your hands.

“I told you to not come…” he said greeted teeth.

The sky was getting darker and darker, soon the moon and the stars would appear.

“You shouldn’t be alone when you’re sick.”

“You shouldn’t be…” He started to say, but was cut by a wince of pain.

“Rem… what are you feeling? How can I help?” You touched his arms in comfort for his pain.

Another grunt of pain, he nearly snarled and stepped in your direction making you walk backwards. He put his hand in the door behind you. The moon was now high in the sky, a beautiful full moon, it would have been nice to appreciate it with him if he wasn’t feeling bad.

“Rem…”

“You shouldn’t have come!” He looked in your eyes , a hint of insanity on it… his face, it looked different. His nose seemed more pronounced than the normal, his ears more pointer… “Leave.”

“Rem, I don’t… understand.” You were scared, what was happening. If you didn’t know any better…

“LEAVE!” You were static, you had never seen him this aggressive. He wasn’t like that.

He pushed himself away from you, going to the middle of the patio. You couldn’t move as you watched him curve himself in pain as his body changed.

“Go! Go inside!” You didn’t move, you couldn’t as you watched your friend turning into a werewolf.

When the change finished and he howled at the moon, was the moment you woke up from your trance. You turned around and opened the door getting in. You locked the door behind you and observed as he disappeared into the woods.

You didn’t notice when you fell asleep… you kept sat by the window observing the darkness worried about him. You glanced at the sky a few times observing the moon and the stars, and at some point you fell asleep.

You woke listening to soft knocks on the door. You opened your eyes, the morning light blinding you. When you looked around you and noticed you were not home, you came back to your senses. ‘Remus’, you thought.

You ran to the door, opening it as quickly as you could. When you opened you were faced with an exhausted naked Remus, he had some cuts on his skin and you couldn’t care less the man you loved was naked in front of you, your priority was to take care of him. The look on his hazel and eyes were heartbreaking, you tried to get to him and help him inside, but he entered without your help avoiding contact with you.

Before you could say anything to him, he started to talk. “Are you happy now that you know my secret? You couldn’t stay away when I told you to. Now you know I’m a monster! Someone cursed with lycanthropy, a danger to everyone around.”

“Remus… you’re not a monster.” You said, taking a blanket from the couch and wrapping it around him. “You’re just Remus. This isn’t something you choose because you’re evil, I don’t know the story, I just found out, but I know it was probably an accident.”

“Aren’t you disgusted? Aren’t you afraid of me? I could hurt you.” He observed while he studied your face. Now that man speaking sounded more like your Remus, he wasn’t angry anymore, at least not as much as he was before. He seemed relieved, calm… sorta worried, but just Remus.

“I would never have any of these negative feelings towards you. I know you since I was eleven, we’ve known each other for years. I know you aren’t evil. You’d never hurt me, till the last minute you were trying to tell me to go to safety.” You got closer to him, your hands cupped his face while you saw all the bruises and cuts he had. You ran your fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes at such tenderness. “Do the boys know?”

“Yes.” He confirmed and opened his eyes. “Don’t fight them, I asked them to not tell you.”

“You shouldn’t. If I knew, I could have been preparing Wolfsbane potions for you. It would be a little better for you of you could keep your human mind when you changed. You know I’m good at it, I can do it.”

“I’m sorry, I was afraid you’d be scared of me and wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore.” He trembled a little effect of his shifting and the long night he had.

You directed him to the sofa and made him sit. “I’d never not like you or be scared of you.” You stood in front of him and caressed his cheek. “Take some rest, I’m going to make something for you to eat. If you eat everything, I may give you the chocolate I brought for you.” You smiled at him and curved to give him a kiss on his face. His heart skipped a beat, he had had a crush on you for ages, but even with your brother telling him he should make a move and date you, he’d never put you on that risk, not even now that you knew everything. For him, having your sweet friendship was already enough…

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[yanderes-galore]

spare Atlas (Bioshock.) content? I'm totally cool with just a concept of base headcannons, I'm beginning to get into the series and uhhhh braincells go awoooga at Atlas. (i can thankfully blame you for getting me into a lot of media haha.)

Surprisingly never gave him a proper concept 💀 Here you go! I'm happy I got you into new media :)

Been awhile since I played Bioshock so I hope I didn't get him too OOC.

He's a handsome man, can't blame you for going awooga at him LOL.

Yandere! Atlas Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Swearing, Deception, Manipulation, Obsession, Mentioned intimacy, Thoughts of murder/Murder mention, Possessive behavior, Biting/Marking mention, Threats, PDA, Kidnapping, Dubious relationship.

His personality is inconsistent between Bioshock and BaS.

He's supposed to be charismatic as he is a rebellion leader.

But he is also cold and cruel like his original identity.

Due to this I would probably write my Atlas trying to always hold a facade.

Yet as the obsession with his darling grows, the mask slips.

Atlas is the friendly persona created by Fontaine to get Andrew Ryan off his back and create trust among his followers.

He brought people together with his charming charisma and inspiring speeches.

He easily comes off as your pal... someone you can trust.

When in reality he's still twisted like Fontaine, willing to use people to get power.

Atlas would be Seemingly caring, Manipulative, Obsessive, Possessive, Controlling, Ruthless/Merciless, Deceptive, and a bit Sadistic.

His whole thing is lying.

His true nature is a megalomaniac who's greedy and selfish.

But as Atlas he can easily obtain his darling with just a few remarks.

Atlas could've met you as Fontaine or sometime during his campaign as Atlas.

As Fontaine, getting you to like him was harder.

He's an asshole... a bit of a creep back then too.

As this new persona, Atlas can flirt with his darling and maybe even get a reaction from you.

When you meet Atlas, interested in his cause or not, for some reason he gravitates to you.

Cigar in hand the leader grins towards you.

Like you're something special.

You feel special when he looks at you.

You have no idea he's planned everything when it comes to winning you over.

The moment he pulls you aside and speaks to you in a sultry tone... you're hooked.

Atlas talks to his darling in a caring demeanor.

He drinks up everything about you and listens to you speak.

You're the one person he can truly be invested in.

Atlas would do things such as take his darling out for dinner and compliment them.

He portrays himself as the dream man.

The moment he has his first intimate moment with you, he's caught you hook, line, and sinker.

Once Atlas knows he's an important part of his darling's life he starts to manipulate you more.

Atlas doesn't need to worry about jealousy if he has you wrapped around his finger so tightly.

If he sees you getting too friendly with someone else then he'll pull you over to him.

An arm around the waist with a kiss certainly gets the message across.

Atlas would tell you that he's the only one who cares for you this much.

He wants to break you down just enough to make you stuck to him like glue.

He's cruel like that... selfish to the core.

Even when Atlas is away from you, thoughts of you cling to his mind like rot.

He's obsessive and can't stay away from you for long.

He also seems to be the kind of guy that uses physical affection and PDA to send a message to those around him.

You're his and he won't mind killing anyone who thinks otherwise.

Atlas may even be a fan of biting your neck when kissing you to leave a mark.

He's selfish which is why he's so possessive.

He's always been a greedy man and you happen to be valuable to him.

Even more so if you've eluded him for so long when he was Fontaine.

If all that wasn't a red flag, what he does to others must be.

He'll kill others if he hates them around you.

Doesn't matter who they are either.

They'll be threatened as their first warning.

Some don't even get a warning, just a bullet lodged in their brain.

He finds it funny at times that someone could be so bold.

He may even ask for their torture first.

Atlas would "kidnap" but to keep up his facade he disguises it as something else.

Maybe he keeps things subtle?

After an intimate night he locks the door to your room, leaving a recording to tell you he's heading out for a bit and will be back later.

He wants you to stay in the room.

He does this so often but you love and trust him... so you stay.

Soon his facade will slip and you will see it.

You're going to know how much of a monster he is and try to flee from him.

But by that point it's too late... he's already trapped you in his twisted embrace.

[dayurno]

Hmm I definitely agree with most of your rant regarding neils ao3 characterization, with the idea that gay relationships can't be written as heteronormative, honestly especially if one of them is gender nonconforming, and I do think some of the dislike around his character can be from a place of transmisogyny. And people who ask for more masc4masc and fem4fem couples are a bit dumb. But I still have a bone to pick with his characterization on ao3 and I can't put my finger on whyyyy

Maybe, it's because (and I'm speaking about the state of the fandom back around 3??or 4?? Years ago when I would actively go through the tags and look for fanfiction and neil was my fave) it was always neil bottoming in every fic ever, no matter what character he was being shipped with in the fic, but like a lot of these fics or even the ones that weren't explicit would have something happen to him where he was the victim or he needed to be coddled and comforted by everyone else, and while I don't think neil is impervious and will never feel and inch of distress in his life, i can't help but think it's a bit ooc (not that there's anything wrong with ooc fic) and it's like neil can also be dangerous and has the capacity to hurt ppl and can be a dickhead but I don't think alot of fic back then showed that? They'd just call him sassy maybe he'd make a few quips and that's it. I think theres a lot of fics out there that wipe out his complexity ig. Maybe I just hate his characterization bc I wanna be a contrarion and I find his characterization boring if it's like that because you can find it in any fandom assigned bottom ever and ive seen it too much so i wanted to see a switch up or its more about his personality being written and less about being feminine and bottoming though i do think the ppl who write him being more feminine also tend to write his character a certain way. But like I also cant help but wonder where it comes from, like it's neil written like this and rarely ever andrew so

Back when I was younger I used to think people in fandoms would make the character who revieves the more feminine one, maybe it's bc it makes it easier to relate and project, or maybe it's bc it makes it easier to contend with a gay relationship if you can fit into like heteronormative boxes bc that's what's familiar to you and that's what you know and see everywhere, or maybe it is just people being fetishistic but now I don't know🤔 also I do think top neil or dom neil is just kinda fun like you said to me kandrew r more the type to have vanilla missionary sex their whole lives but neil would be more adventurous and willing to try new things, he also has cheek and audacity which is cute, like a puppy

Sorry this is so long, I've just thought about it before and has no one to discuss it with

no need to apologize i asked for opinions after all!!!!!!!

i see what you mean re: neil losing his edge, and i do think that it happens a lot with him because he is the protagonist and a prominent character in the vast majority of aftg fics, but i wouldn't say the same de-fanging process doesn't happen to andrew. the fandom has made it a point to soften all of andrew's edges; it's one of the most common bones people pick with nora that she never gives into the idea that andrew becomes a normal, well-adjusted, life-loving member of society post-canon. whether i enjoy andrew in a softer way or not is irrelevant, but i think this is definitely not a neil-only phenomena. i wouldn't even say it's really more pronounced when it's neil! i just think that helplessness, that lack of agency and bite, is a staple of most fandom content because it's self-indulgent and forces characters to act on their relationships by asking for and receiving help from their peers, whatever it might look like for each specific fandom

now i will say that i don't think that the process of making characters wholesome and ultimately consumable has anything to do with whether they are written as feminine or not; whether they are only in a receiving position or not. sexual preferences and gender presentations are inherently neutral: they don't say anything about a person's personality. i think neil bottoming being such a popular trope is just due to a natural consequence of how andrew and neil's relationship is presented in the books — andrew as someone who, at the point of where canon stops, physically cannot allow himself to be on the receiving end of any sexual act, and neil, who loves him and wants to help andrew to find pleasure in whatever way he can. it's the dynamic we're given in the original text, so it's what people tend to think about more.

of course i'm not saying it never overlaps with neil's excessive sanitizing and de-fanging, and it might as well be, for some people, that neil's acquiescence to andrew having control of what they do in bed is an entirely justifiable reason for writing him in a more feminine way. my opinion is, i think, just that that is not inherently immoral — that feminine people with those sexual preferences exist, and at times might even find that their gender presentation plays a big role in why they prefer to interact with sex the way they do. the history of femme pillow princesses in the lesbian community is vast, just as is the history of stone top butches. these minor niches don't imply that all feminine and masculine people must respectively bottom and top, but we do no one a favor by disregarding their experiences when they are a big part of how queer people do sex. i think we fall into old conservative myths when we moralize sexual preferences; i think we try to conform to cisheteronormative ideals when we deny gender presentations that are inherently tied to sex.

and just as a personal comment, i actually agree with you about neil being written as a perpetual, helpless victim and losing his agency. i don't enjoy it. i think it is born from indulgence, born from projection and wish fulfilment, but indulgence isn't immoral. projection and wish fulfilment aren't immoral, either. and, while i don't like the sanitization of aftg characters, i think it is less a character or fandom-specific issue and more of a material consequence of late stage capitalism; it's a symptom of a sickness that goes beyond our little constructed world, and one we should discuss, in my opinion, outside of the boundaries of fandom and individual guilt

i guess my tl;dr is that sometimes things are bad and we have to sit with their right to exist anyway. and my general tl;dr is that we help no one when we go out of our ways to condemn and criticize content where one of the characters is gender non-conforming because of said gender nonconformity. and, ultimately, that what we are missing is more fanfiction about kevin day in tiny tennis skirts

[theoddshq]

PETER LOPEZ (alberto rosende fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!

ooc

Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: Sierra/32/she/they/cst Triggers: [REDACTED] If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? Pete is an interesting blend of Peeta (devotion and loyalty) and Finnick (charm, a bit of sass, rizz out the wazoo)

basics

ALBERTO ROSENDE, CIS-MALE, HE/HIM The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes PETER LOPEZ, a DISTRICT 10 TRIBUTE. Word around The Capitol is that they’re LOYAL AND HARDWORKING but can also be BITTER AND SELF-DEPRECATING. According to sources, they’re 24 and were once described as late night diaper changes, untamable curls over broken glasses, oversized sweaters, forgetting words in english, and always eating a little less. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

biography

Peter Andrew Lopez, the eldest of three, the big brother, the protector, the hard worker. He was born a year before his siblings, twins, and they were a close knit little family. Of course, that was all until the night, the worst night, the night that no one talks about anymore. Peter was six, Marisol and Adair soon to be five, and the screaming started well after the sun had set and everyone was supposed to be settled into bed. Loud, angry voices, banging cabinets, the sound of glass shattering. Peter was too scared to move out of his spot, curled up in his little makeshift cot on the floor, but he heard his siblings shuffling around and knew he had to do something. “Stay here.” His voice had been so soft when he’d whispered those words, and then he’d slipped from the window, falling what felt like the longest stretch to the ground, hurting his little leg on impact, but still standing and brushing himself off and running all the way to the one person he knew who could solve any problem. Abuela.

It wasn’t until he was much older that he found out the story of what had happened that night, the worst night. Perhaps it had been a kindness on Abuela’s part not to speak it aloud until he was much older, but it also left a large gap in his childhood after that. Abuela had moved into their home that night, and Peter had never seen his dad again. An angry old drunk, probably drinking himself to death somewhere else in 10. Peter never really gave him a second thought, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to answer questions his brother and sister raised to him. He always told them that it didn’t matter, that Abuela was there to take care of them. That seemed like a good enough answer to him.

Peter never was the smartest kid in 10, but he had a few practical skills that couldn’t be matched. He was amazing at taking care of children, having helped with his own siblings since he was young. He was great with the livestock. Reading was hard, because he grew up in a house where that simply wasn’t something anyone cared about, but his Abuela taught him, even if it was hard, mixing the two languages they spoke in their home so often that he would constantly forget certain words even as he looked at them on the page in front of him. He gave up on school when he was only 14, deciding that he would much rather work, help his family in the best way that he could. Education was something he wanted for his siblings, not for himself. He had become the man of the house, it was his job to take care of everyone, Marisol and Adair and Abuela, especially as they all got older and Abuela got a little more frail than she had once been.

He worked every day up until this years reaping, having stashed away a little bit of money, and though he had no idea why he’d done it, he could say that it had certainly come in handy when his name had been pulled for the reaping. His family would have that little bit of money to live on. They would have that stash for a rainy day, something to keep close to the vest. He couldn’t bring himself to cry as he waited for the goodbyes that his family offered him before being shuttled off on the train. He felt too sick. He would try his best, of course, but what could a boy who was good with cows and pigs really hope for in the games he’d watched every year? He wasn’t sure he would ever be a winner.

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Deceive 1 Fight 3 Lore (knowledge) 2 Notice 2 Physique 3 Provoke 2 Rapport 2 Resourcefulness 2 Stealth 1 Will 2

[prophecey]

WHO DO I HAVE TO SPEAK TO ABOUT IF THEY CAN REDO THE PROPHECEY?

INDEPENDENT + MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE MULTIMUSE . current muses can be found under the cut, but all former muses are available by request. KT + twenty nine + minors / personals DNI.

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RULES:

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plotted interactions are preferred. romantic ships will require plotting and ongoing ooc interactions as well as ic interactions. familial and platonic ships are just as important.

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PRIMARY MUSES:

alex claremont diaz. rwrb, bridgerton. taylor zakhar perez fc.

andrés cordero. tsitp oc. maxi iglesias fc.

anthony bridgerton. bridgerton. jonathan bailey fc.

ben de vaillant. bridgerton, modern royalty. damian hardung fc.

conrad fisher. tsitp. christopher briney fc.

drusilla elmsworth. bridgerton oc. alisha boe fc.

evie grimhilde. bridgerton, modern royalty. sofia carson fc.

harry bingham. tvd, the society. alex fitzalan fc.

indira petrova. bridgerton oc. aubri ibrag fc.

josephine "posey" lovelace. bridgerton oc. kristine froseth fc.

kieran night. original demon lore. maxence danet-fauvel fc.

luna castillo. original familiar lore. sofia carson fc.

neil josten. all for the game. froy gutierrez fc.

rebekah mikaelson. tvd, bridgerton. claire holt fc.

rosalie hale. twilight, bridgerton. simay barlas fc.

sophie beckett. bridgerton. courtney eaton fc.

tris prior. divergent, thg. daisy edgar-jones fc.

violet bridgerton. bridgerton. ruth gemmell / rose williams fc.

SECONDARY MUSES:

allie hayes. off campus. scarlett leithold fc.

andrew minyard. all for the game. conor doherty fc.

campbell riley. tvd, grey's. abigail cowen fc.

daniel le domas. ready or not, bridgerton. adam brody fc.

dean di laurentis. off campus. matthew noszka fc.

elena gilbert. tvd, grey's. nina dobrev fc.

feyre archeron. acotar. simay barlas fc.

garrett graham. off campus. felix mallard fc.

grace le domas. ready or not, bridgerton. samara weaving fc.

hope mikaelson. legacies. danielle rose russell fc.

isaac lahey. teen wolf, tvd. daniel sharman fc.

jeremy gilbert. tvd. froy gutierrez fc.

john tucker. off campus. ken bek fc.

josie saltzman. legacies. kaylee kaneshiro fc.

liv parker. tvd. penelope mitchell fc.

lizzie saltzman. legacies. jenny boyd fc.

samantha larusso. cobra kai. mary mouser fc.

steve harrington. stranger things. joe keery fc.

steven conklin. tsitp. sean kaufman fc.

summer di laurentis. off campus. madelyn cline fc.

tyler lockwood. tvd. michael trevino fc.

valerie tulle. tvd. elizabeth blackmore fc.

REQUEST MUSES (plotting required!)

alex karev. grey's. justin chambers fc.

azriel of velaris. acotar. berk cankat fc.

cassian. acotar. alperen duymaz fc.

demetri alexopoulos. cobra kai. gianni decenzo fc.

jasper diggs. original character. hugh dancy fc.

jean moreau. all for the game. archie renaux fc.

landon kirby. legacies. aria shahgasemi fc.

luke patterson. jatp. charlie gillespie fc.

mat hatter. original character. alex fitzalan fc.

nell crain. thohh. alycia debnam carey fc.

scarlet graves. original character. sandra bullock fc.

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats Tyler on your app for Santiago Lopez. Please send us his blog within 48 hours.

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: Tyler Preferred pronoun: He/Him/His Age (Must be 20+): 28 Timezone/Country: EST RP Experience: Lotsss Activity Level: 8/10

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Santiago Lopez Designation (Dom, Switch, sub): submissive Age: 18 Birthdate: September 28, 2006 Faceclaim: Andrew Matarazzo Orientation: Pansexual (Closeted) Kinks: Muscle worship, cock worship,  roleplay, Age play, size difference, begging, bimbofication, breath-play, breast/nipple torture & worship, chastity, choking, consensual non-con, cross-dressing (his male partners), degradation, humiliation, objectification, dirty talking, group sex, Exhibitionism, micro fetish,  Anti-Kinks: Cutting, Needles, Basically just run it by me if it’s not on the kink list, just in case. :)

Key Points:

  Blunt

Stubborn

Protective

Cunning

BIO

Santiago Lopez is a lot of things: bold, fierce, and loyal to a fault. He’s got a wit that could cut through diamonds, and when his attitude flares, he’s almost always entirely unapologetic about who might get hurt. He’s athletic—having played football in high school, and, during the off-season, cheered on the cheerleading squad for the basketball team. He was wildly popular; all the girls wanted to date him, all the boys wanted to be him, and those in between probably wanted both in equal measure. Santiago exuded confidence—who wouldn’t if everyone else worshipped the ground they walked on? He’s never been afraid to speak his mind, and his knack for being right, combined with an effortless air of intimidation, lets him deliver blunt, cutting remarks without batting an eye. His strength, physically and intellectually, is always on display, and while his harshness ostracizes some, it also earned him a group of friends—people who may just be cowering behind him rather than standing up to him. Santiago is self-aware enough to know this, and he’s fine with it. Surface-level relationships are easy to manage, providing an illusion of stability, even though inside, a war rages.

  Santiago’s family life was complex, defined more by his Abuela’s influence than by his parents. His parents were largely unreliable, essentially leaving Santiago, his older brother Mateo, and his twin sister Esme in their grandmother’s care. Abuela, granted permission by her master to take on this responsibility, raised them with quiet support from him; he even now covers Santiago and Esme’s tuition at Stonewall. Though they grew up on the “wrong side of the tracks,” they never lacked comfort. A devoutly religious woman, Abuela imparted strong values to Santiago, which eventually led him to wrestle with his own identity and sexuality. He holds her in deep regard—she’s one of the few people who doesn’t offer him affection or approval freely, making Santiago keenly aware of how much he stands to lose. Santiago’s struggle with accepting his own sexuality is profoundly shaped by his Abuela’s selective acceptance of his older brother Mateo. Despite being proud of Mateo’s success as a lawyer and as a claimed man, she remains unable—or unwilling—to acknowledge that he’s claimed two men. Her refusal to fully accept Mateo’s life complicates the pride she shows in his accomplishments, casting a shadow over what could otherwise be a loving and supportive family bond.

  Seeing Mateo’s achievements be met with such a conflicted response makes Santiago apprehensive about being true to himself. Mateo’s relationship with their Abuela is strained, her affection and praise marred by her inability to reconcile her faith with his reality. This rejection, subtle but unmistakable, has made Santiago hesitant to reveal his own sexuality. He fears that by coming out, he could lose her respect and the hard-won connection he has with her. For Santiago, his Abuela’s selective support of Mateo feels like a warning that, while he can be cherished and admired, he’ll only truly be accepted if he conforms to her strict beliefs. This inner conflict weighs heavily on him, leaving him torn between his desire to be open and his fear of losing her love.

  His feelings, as pent up as they were, came bursting forth in different ways. For example, whenever another guy had anything negative to say about his sister, Esme - he’d jump to defend her; oftentimes, physically. Santiago wasn’t afraid of a fight, and he rarely lost one. He knew he couldn’t completely shield his twin sister from everything, but he was bound and determined to try, anyway. 

  Upon arriving at Stonewall and being marked submissive, Santiago could honestly say he’d never felt angrier than he did the moment his mark was confirmed. He damn near upturned furniture in his storm-out. Needless to say, the prospect of his BDSM education just took an unexpected, extremely challenging turn. He’d always figured he’d be marked Dominant, just like his brother. Sure, he wasn’t nearly as level-headed as Mateo was - but he was strong, and weilded control like he was born to do it. Why shouldn’t he be a Dom? And why shouldn’t his twin sister, whom he did everything he could to keep safe, be given a mark that would allow her to meet someone who could do that full-time? It was all wrong. Everything was wrong - a mark-crisis was the last thing he needed, but it was the cards that were dealt, so as he takes center stage at Stonewall, he does so with a heavy heart and a clenched fist, ready to throw at even the first wrong look sent his way. Santiago Lopez was officially a ticking time bomb of angst and anger; and it was really only a matter of time before he exploded.

BIO QUESTIONS:

What are your feelings about the mark you have received? 

Rage. Lots of rage. I don’t think I need to get any more specific than that. Anyone with eyes can tell I’m not meant to kneel for anyone. Why I’m being punished because the headmaster’s a fucking moron is beyond me.

How do your feelings on the system compare to your parents’ feelings on it?

I used to think highly of it, just like they do. Now, I’m not so sure. Abuela used to say: “No olvides que cuando Dios guarda silencio, está haciendo algo por ti.” Basically; when God seems silent or like He’s not intervening when your life’s going to shit, it’s because he’s busy doing something for you. Well, He’s better have a different mark coming my way or we’re gonna have a fucking issue.

Where do you see yourself after you graduate? 

I can tell you where I SAW myself after graduation. Now, I’ve got no fucking idea. I have to focus on making it through my first bullshit submissive class before I even start to think about what’s happening for me after/if I even graduate.

How do you feel about authority?

Fucking hate being told what to do. No one bosses me around. That’s my job, and I’m damn good at it. Another reason why this sub mark on my wrist is a load of bull-crap,

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when the sun rises in the west,   the  gods  eyes  are  drawn.  may  the  seven  have  mercy  upon  you  as  we  welcome  you  to  court,   lady maelys, lord roman, lady   elowyn,   lady   eudora,   prince   admiral   drazenko,   lord   andar,   lord   dairo,   liege   anika,   lord   jorah,   lady   ashara,   lady   tysha,   lord   sebastian !  now  a  victim  of  the  court,  the  bards  compare your beauty  to  florence   pugh,   keith   powers,   jessica   green,   arsema   thomas,   dev   patel,   jesse   williams,   andrew   koji,   simone   ashley,   scott   eastwood,   savannah   lee   smith,   margot   robbie,   and daniel   sharman as  you  play  the  game  in  the  midst  of  seasoned  nobles.

behave  and  follow  the  queen's  word  written  in  our  checklist  and  submit  your  account  within  24 hours.  

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         florence pugh,  26,  cis woman,  she + her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  MAELYS  of  house  CELTIGAR,  the  LADY  of  CLAW ISLE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  INGENIOUS  and  ENIGMATIC  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in the arts, sciences & swordplay if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  at  least  a dilution of ancient ichor and wyvern blood distilled - the last of old valyria runs your veins, a dash of sea salt and poison to flavor - you were raised to have claws,  intricate detail scribbled across pages in a plethora of languages - the pursuit of knowledge is your path to your power.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS .          (  ooc  :  eden,  29,  she/her,  est  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         keith  powers,  32,  cis  man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ROMAN  of  house  BRAX,  the  LORD  of  HORNVALE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  STRONG  WILLED  and  OBSTINATE  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  swordsmanship.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  shining  silver  armor  now  dull  and  chipped  ,  you  are  not  a  boy  anymore  ;  a  hound's  jaws  open  wide  ,  all  gums  and  sharp  pearly  whites  ;  is  the  ideal  form  a  weapon  or  a  shield?  which  one  are  you?  ;  the  destructive  force  of  ares  versus  mars  securing  peace  ⸻  one  cannot  exist  without  the  other.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE  BRAX.          (  ooc  :  snooki  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         jessica green,  29,  cis woman,  she + her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ELOWYN  of  house  HARLAW,  the  LADY  of  TEN  TOWERS.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  ADROIT  and  UNYIELDING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  seafaring  and  swordplay.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  eyes  of  such  blue  they  rival  the  sea  that  lives  in  ones  veins  -   the  beauty  of  the  storm  they  hold  whispered  across  the  winds  of  the  merciless  deep  ;  the  scent  of  salt  and  brine  lingering  in  wind  torn  tendrils  of  darkest  night  ;  silken  skin  of  a  thigh  imprinted  with  that  of  a  dagger  -  blade  kept  sharp  and  always  at  the  ready.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  HARLAWS.          (  ooc  :  nakita,  29,  she + her,  mst  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         arséma thomas,  28,  cis woman,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  EUDORA  of  house  BRAX,  the  LADY  of  HORNVALE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PERCEPTIVE  and  HEADSTRONG  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  reading, science and herbalism.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  ink stained palms, the stifling feeling of being the only one in the room out of the loop, the overwhelming sense of enthusiasm of a theory becoming reality.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE BRAX.          (  ooc  :  o., 29, she/they, gmt+1  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         dev patel,  35,  cis man,  he + him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  DRAZENKO  of  house  MORAQOS,  the  PRINCE ADMIRAL  of  MYR.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  SAVVY  and  A BRAGGART  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  the finer things in life.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  gemstones flashing as you speak with your hands more than the eclipsed words which fall from your mouth ; aromatic sandalwood and myrrh as impermeable shield surrounding your person ; dark lock of hair slanted boyish against a forehead which bears the stress and tension of a man, aware of how far a fall may await.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE MORAQOS.          (  ooc  :  nikki  )

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         jesse williams,  38,  cis man,  he / him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ANDAR  of  house  ROYCE,  the  LORD  of  the GATES OF THE MOON.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PROTECTIVE  and  ARROGANT  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  hunting and swordsmanship.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  tales of the second best attempting to prove their worth, formed bonds becoming greater than familial, anxious feeling of hurry where there is no rush.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with THE VALE.

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         andrew  koji,  thirty-three,  cis  man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  DAIRO  of  house  ROWAN,  the  LORD  HEIR  of  GOLDENGROVE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  INDUSTRIOUS  and  DOMINEERING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  carpentry.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  always  striving  to  be  better  than  those  who  surround  you,  unwilling  to  be  easily  swayed;  a  splinter  digging  deeper  under  your  nail  —  a  never-ending  pressure  and  a  relentless  reminder;  watching  your  father  leave  over  and  over  until  you've  memorized  how  he  walks  away;  wooden  scenery  of  dragons  among  golden  trees  hacked  to  pieces.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  UNCERTAIN.   (  r.  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         simone ashley,  31,  demi woman,  she / her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ANIKA of  house  MORAQOS,  the  LIEGE  of  MYR.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  STEADFAST  and  PUGNACIOUS  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  knives.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  sweet face disguising the snake underneath, every move for the benefit of her family above all, sugary sweetness that turns to poison on the tongue.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  ESSOS.          (  ooc  :  lex,  25,  she/her,  est  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         scott eastwood,  32,  cis man,  he / him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  JORAH  of  house  MALLISTER,  the  HEIR  of  SEAGARD.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  DECISIVE  and  VINDICTIVE  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  poetry.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  steel on steel hitting around the training yard, hidden beast laying in wait, boyish dimpled grins that disguise real thoughts.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE MALLISTERS.  (  ooc  :  lex  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         savannah lee smith,  27,  demi woman,  she / they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ASHARA  of  house  DAYNE,  the  LADY  of  HIGH HERMITAGE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  PERSISTANT  and  UNYIELDING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  poisons.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a way forged by your own whims and fancy, delight in the surprise of your prowess, unbent will to your own detriment.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  DORNE.  (  ooc  :  lex  ) 

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         margot robbie,  33,  cis woman,  she / her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  TYSHA  of  house  HIGHTOWER NEE LANNISTER (lannisport),  the  RULING LADY of  OLDTOWN whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  GUILELESS  and  UNCONVENTIONAL  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  gossip.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  excessive jewelry and bright expensive gowns, a duty for family now fulfilled, holding tight to nothing as with nothing you can't be hurt.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  LANNISTERS.          (  ooc  :  stephy )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         daniel  sharman,  31,  demi  man,  he  /  they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  SEBASTIAN  of  house  GRAFTON,  the  LORD  of  GULLTOWN.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  CHARMING  and  IMPETUOUS  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  gambling  and  sword  fighting.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a  boyish  grin  and  laughter  echoing  through  the  halls  ,  carrying  a  warmth  that  not  even  the  strongest  chill  could  diminish  ;  the  warning  of  icarus  falls  on  deaf  ears  as  wings  carrying  you  higher  and  higher  into  the  skies  -  how  glorious  it  is  to  fly  ,  to  feel  the  sun's  glory  for  as  long  as  possible  ;  more  gold  fills  your  pockets  than  before,  a  change  so  gradual  that  you  spare  not  a  single  thought  of  its  cause  ;    aspiring  to  be   like  the  heroes  from  stories  no  matter  if  you  stumble  -  maybe  one  day  songs  will  be  written  about  you.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE  GRAFTON  /  THE  VALE.          (  ooc  :  alex  )