#aria--edwards

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

Y'know how Edward Cullen has a metric fuck-ton of high-school degrees?

Well, I'm pretty sure that it would be perfectly in character if Adrian Tepes had a similarly sized collection of college degrees.

Thanks to Dracula, our boy is sitting on more generational wealth than he probably knows what to do with, and since his appearance is that of an eternally twenty-something, he'd fit right in with the sleep-deprived academic masses. He likes accruing knowledge, and I can think of no better way than re-attending college every other decade or so for him to stay up to date on current worldly affairs and discoveries.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 634, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1086

I giggled as I watched Elizabeth and Katie running all around the Lady Sand Wind, the captain having given both girls a crash course on sailing and letting then maneuver the ship out in the harbor for a good half an hour.

“Mommy, can we grab food afterwards?” Katie asked me as the end of them shotting footage for their next music video. “Lizz Lizz and I are hungry!”

“I don’t have an issue with it,” I shrugged, holding my hand out to thank the captain. “However, do you girls want to change out of your costumes before we go out?”

The girls talked quietly for a moment before answering me negatively.

“Okay then, let’s go and hunt down daddy and the babies!” I told them, taking a girl underneath an arm as we began to walk from the harbor into the cityscape. “He and the babies are in the Small Worlds Bookstore on 23rd.”

We quickly located the bookstore and found Peter reading a book to the babies, who were all curled up at his feet- big boy Tommy, Baby Eve, Baby Noah, Baby Eve, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo.

“Hey there now sweetheart,” he greeted me with a beaming smile, sending all of the babies scampering over towards me and big sisters Elizabeth and Katie.

“Hihi my love,” I hummed as I got down onto a knee to offer hugs. “The girls want to go grab burgers for dinner- is that alright with you?”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…!” screeched the babies, quieting down as I hushed them. Luckily, the shopkeeper was laughing as Peter purchased the book of Icelandic fairy tales to continue reading to the babies as I quickly sorted the kids out- I had purchased a lead a long line from Amazon, which was a rope with colored rings attached to the ribbon- blue for Tommy, yellow for Baby Noah, purple for Baby Eve, red for Baby Mattie, orange for Baby Teddy, and pink for Baby Jojo. With me and Peter up at the front and Elizabeth and Katie acting as endcaps, the lead a long line was handy and convenient in herding the babies around.

“I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE AHHHHHH”

I jumped with a little yip as my cell phone began howling, hitting the answer call button as I caught sight of an Asian couple who turned onto the street right across from us.

“Hello, you’ve reached Mary Claire,” I answered with a hum, coming to a stop right at a red light.

“Hello Mary Claire- this is Debra White, do you remember me?”

“Debra White?” I repeated, leading the charge after the light turned green. “I know the name, but not the face. I’ll need you to remind me who you are.”

“I was Katie’s social worker while you and Peter were adopting her.”

“Oh yes, now I remember you!” I exclaimed. “Hihi Debra! How are you doing?”

“Well, there’s really no easy way for me to say this.” My heart dropped dramatically at her tone of voice. “But Katie’s grandparents- her mother’s parents- found out about Katie. They came into my office, saying that they’ll take her from you and Peter and marry her off to a rich man.”

I froze right outside of a hole in the wall burger place as Peter was herding the kids inside.

“How did they find out about Katie?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice calm.

“I asked them that very same question,” was the answer. “Her grandmother said that Elizabth’s YouTube channel popped up when she Googled Caitlyn Tiffs. I did the Googling, and she lied. When I looked up Elizabeth’s channel, it only said Katie Ratajczyk exactly.”

“Jesus,” I groaned, glancing back at where Peter was settling the tiny human babies into high chairs. “Well look, if you can send me pictures of Katie’s alleged grandparents so that we can take proper precaution, that would be excellent.”

“Not a problem- we have a security camera out in the lobby and they also signed their name when they checked in. I’ll email everything out your way, does that sound good?”

“Perfect, gramercy.” I entered the restaurant, my face paler than normal as I took a seat next to Peter. “My love, yest' situatsiya.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” He looked up from fussing with Baby Jojo before catching sight of the serious expression on my face. “Sweetheart, skazhi mne chto tebya bespokoit.”

“Roditeli materi Keti po-vidimomu khotyat poluchit' nad ney opeku,” I bluntly laid everything that I knew out onto the table. “Ya boyus.”

“Mommy?” Sweet Baby Eve interrupted us just then, looking up from coloring in her menu. “Mesies wantsies a che boiger pleasies?”

“You want a cheeseburger? Do you want fries with that?” I hummed, reaching across to tap her nose.

She nodded, giggling as she kicked her little green trainers cladded feet.

Gramercy, thank you, old French?

Yest' situatsiya, there is a situation, Russian

Skazhi mne chto tebya bespokoit, tell me what’s bothing you, Russian

Roditeli materi Keti po-vidimomu khotyat poluchit' nad ney opeku, Katie's mother's parents apparently want custody of her, Russian

Ya boyus, I’m scared, Russian

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[edenmichellebooks]

Animatic??

hey y’all! If i made an animatic, would you watch it? If not I’ll just keep it for myself lol (hint: this day aria) (hint: Jekyll and Hyde)

[opera-ghosts]

This is a original autograph from the Canadian Tenor and later General Manager from the The Metropolitan Opera Edward Johnson (1878-1959). The photo shows him in his first role at the MET, Avito in Montemezzi’s Opera ��L’amore dei tre re” November 16. 1922.

[cherylmmbookblog]

#Blogtour The Witch's Daughter by Imogen Edwards-Jones

It’s a pleasure to take part in the Blogtour The Witch’s Daughter by Imogen Edwards-Jones. About the Author Imogen Edwards-Jones studied Russian at Bristol University. Her first book, The Taming of Eagles, was about the first 100 days of the collapse of communism. A writer and journalist, she has travelled extensively within the old Soviet Union, studying in Kyiv. She is the author of twenty…

[emmahasadhd]

So for anyone wanting to listen to the full part of the opera, this spotify link is in my opinion the best you can find, plus the orchestral part is well audible. You can really hear the extracts granada used in ILLU.

(Also this particular recording should be on youtube as well, but I am not sure if every part is available or if it is copyrighted in your country. )

Well since yall have brought my attention back to my post, I may as well add another, and probably cooler reference. In the end, when Holmes arrives and Kitty basically comes to save the day, the background music is shortened orchetral part of the finale of Don Giovanni, which shows Giovanni's downfall and death, as he is being dragged into Hell to be punished for his sins.

(I still love the first one mentioned more as the aria is one of my favorites from Don Giovanni)

Also I would've just reblogged, but it won't let me add the clip lol

And also almost full story explained below

So the ending comes like this. Giovanni and his servant Leporello are at the cemetery. Giovanni sees the late Commendatore's statue and invites him over to dine with him. To his surprise and terror, the statue actually shows up and offers him a handshake. Giovanni accepting the handshake and refusing to repent dies, being dragged to Hell. Anna and her fiancé eventually get married, Zerlina and her husband are happy together and Elvira decides to join a convent.

Just to clarify the basic storyline of DG. The opera starts with Giovanni trying to seduce donna Anna. Well lets just say that does not go according to the plan and results in Giovanni killing Commendatore, Anna's father. Anna and her fiancé swear to have their revenge on Giovanni and not to mary until the former is achieved. Giovanni tries to seduce another woman later in the story, also while being pursued by donna Elvira one of his many former mistresses, who hopes he will come back to her. Giovanni doesn't want to, since he just wants to vontinue with his not really a boyfriend material lifestyle.

(Also reffering to the beginning, everywhere is said "seduce" I would think it is not about seducing as he is just trying to escape from her fucking house while she wants to unmask him. And I won't believe she is just "so much into him that she doesn't want him to leave". But yeah, that on your own interpretation I guess, since many stage productions put it simply like this. In my mind she just stopped her assailant and she hates his guts for everything he has done)

The subplot with Zerlina, the woman Giovanni wants to seduce and Elvira I will leave out to simplify the story, as well as some other things. But if you are interested, look it up, youtube has many excelent recordings of the whole production.

(I would reccomend an older one though, since it usually portrays the opera set in the original time period and doesn't include conceptional and contemporary direction and scenic elements, therefore makes it a good starting point for opera newbies. Nothing against contemporarily produced performances, but if you want to get familiar with the source material and don't want to pre-read everything, those can make it harder to grasp what is actually going on.)

[katycatforever]

Katy Perry with Different Celebrities PT-2

[arcimboldisworld]

The Cellist - Ballett Zürich 18.05.2023

The Cellist - Ballett Zürich 18.05.2023 #Tanz #CathyMarston #PhilipFeeney #PaulConnelly #JacquelineduPré #violoncello #ballett #opernhauszürich #thecellist

Es ist lange her, dass mich eine Tanzproduktion so sehr bewegt hat wie “The Cellist” – die erste Produktion der neuen Ballettdirektorin des Zürich Balletts ab Herbst 2023 CATHY MARSTON. Natürlich haben mich immer wieder Choreografien begeistert und mitgerissen, aber nicht dermassen zu Tränen ger��hrt und bewegt, wie diese wundervolle Arbeit über die Ausnahme-Cellistin Jaqueline du Pré… Continue…

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in January 2025 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Since my full monthly book release guides take hours and my engagement is so low, I've decided to condense these guides for now. Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Happy reading!

❓What was the last queer book you read?

[ Release dates may have changed. ]

❤️ We Could Be Rats - Emily Austin 💛 The Three Lives of Cate Kay - Kate Fagan 💚 I Think They Love You - Julian Winters 💙 Brewed with Love - Shelly Page 💜 Murder in the Dressing Room - Holly Stars 💙 The Assassin's Guide to Babysitting - Natalie C. Parker 💚 Good Girl - Aria Aber 💛 Single Player - Tara Tai ❤️ For One Night Only - Jessica James

❤️ The Relationship Mechanic - Karmen Lee 💛 The Broposal - Sonora Reyes 💚 The In-Between Bookstore - Edward Underhill 💙 A Traitorous Heart - Erin Cotter 💜 Those Fatal Flowers - Shannon Ives 💙 An Honored Vow - Melissa Blair 💚 The Afterdark - E. Latimer 💛 Zoe Brennan, First Crush - Laura Piper Lee ❤️ The Last Bookstore on Earth - Lily Braun-Arnold

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 631, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1382

Peter and I sat in the conference room with Katie sitting in between us as the babies puttered around the room, babbling softly as they explored this uncharted territory. Principal Mayers sat at the head of the table with her hands folded tightly in front of her and her left eyebrow twitching painfully. Daryll Johnson and his parents were sitting directly across from the three of us, the little monster drooling and flailing about in his seat, clearly not wanting to be there.

“Mr. Ratajczyk, I understand that you are taking the Johnsons to court to have them cover the cost for Katie’s surgery,” the principal began in a terse tone of voice being cut off by my husband’s snarl.

“This meddling twerp-” he sent the handicapped boy a withering glare. “Should have people following him at this school, keeping him from doing shit like this! Why doesn’t he have an aid?”

“It is recommended that he has an aid with him at all times,” Principal Mayers acknowledged his irritability calmly. “There’s only so much that the school can do without the parent’s explicated permission.”

Peter turned to face the parents with murder on his face. He opened his mouth to say something scathing to them, only to calm down when I settled my hand onto his knee.

“My love, you need to calm the everloving hell down,” I hissed at him. “It will do no one any good if you lose your temper now.”

“We can’t afford a lawsuit,” the mother interjected just then, her sloppy bob and wrinkled shirt telling me that she was barely making ends meet as it already was.

“I think you mean, you can’t afford a lawsuit,” bitched Daryll’s father grumpily, unbuttoning his nice jacket. “You have been alienating my son from me and using his child support that I send you every month on-”

Principal Mayers coughed, ending the seething man midrant.

“This is not the place to fight over custody,” she warned in a firm voice. “This is simply a meeting to determine what Daryll will face for breaking Katie’s leg on school grounds during teaching hours. Katie, how is your leg doing, while I’m thinking about it?”

Katie then threw her leg up onto the table to proudly show off the ugly scar that marked her skin. Peter and I had both found a laser treatment center that accepted the family insurance plan and was in easy driving distance to break down the scar tissue and make her healed injury less noticeable.

“It still hurts whenever it’s cold out or I’m on my feet for a prolonged period of time,” she frowned. “My foot will probably never be the same, but that’s okay! The seasons change, and so do I!”

“But mesies and mesies babies givies her all the lovies she wantsies!” Tommy announced just then, toddling over and demanding to be lifted onto his mommy’s lap. “Uppie uppie uppie!”

I kissed his face, being rewarded with a gleeful screech from the delightfully tubby little man before he settled down, grabbing a fistful of my loose curls and cramming them into his mouth and beginning to chew quietly. I saw Peter glancing at the other babies, who were currently bopping around the room, babbling softly as they all played out little baby scenarios in their heads.

I turned back to the situation at hand, where Daryll’s mother was venomously denying any and all faulthoods of her disabled son.

“Daryll couldn’t hurt a fly- he’s a harmless little boy!” blubbered the woman, who was very clearly encouraging her son’s misdeeds, and was now attempting to cover for herself. Principal Mayer’s only response was to turn on the television in the corner and show a compilation of the little turd bullying Katie. The woman’s pathetic sputters died down into uncomfortable silence as Katie threw her bad foot into her father’s lap with a soft whine.

“You doing good there?” Peter rumbled as he began to gentle massage her scarred leg. He got an affirmative meep of response as the principal shot the ashamed mother a look of utter disgust.

“The school board had since reviewed the case file, and after coming to an unanimous vote, decided that it would be in Daryll’s best interest if he pursued other schools in his educational journey,” she announced in a grim tone of voice.

“Can I please have a copy of everything? I’m currently fighting my ex for full custody,” his father announced. “Through my workplace, I have access to more accommodations- a school with an adequate IEP program, caregivers who can tend to him and his every which needs, therapies that could prove helpful-”

“Then why hasn’t Daryll been provided with those resources?” Katie demanded to know just then as the dismissal bell rang, followed by the pitter patter of students leaving class.

“Mo stór!” I hissed at her forwardness- I wasn’t sure if her blunt attitude was a result of her Down’s Syndrome or just a random personality trait.

“Māmā!” she retorted back to me in playful Chinese with an equal frown.

“Knock knock!” Elizabeth meeped from the doorway, entering in at her daddy’s irritated finger flick. “Hihi mommy, hihi daddy, hihi Tommy, hihi Baby Eve, hihi Baby Mattie, hihi Baby Teddy, hihi Baby Jojo!”

“BIG SIS SISS!” screamed Baby Jojo, leading the stampede over to their big sister, who dropped her backpack with her sister’s school bag before offering to corral the babies and take them to the garden to hunt for ladybugs.

“That would be welcomed, thank you Bitty,” Peter smiled, his shoulders sagging a little less once the tiny Ratajczyk members were out of the stressful room, leaving myself, Tommy, Peter, Katie, Daryll, his parents and Principal Mayers.

~xoXox~

Peter and I both shook Principal Mayer’s hand forty minutes later as Daryll’s parents bickered, his father taking him with him for his allotted two weeks and uttering a threat that his mother would hear from his lawyers in regards to modifying their custody agreement.

“Wowee, I hope you and daddy never split up!” Katie frowned as she led us to the gardens in search of Elizabeth and the babies. Peter carried the girls’ backpacks on one shoulder and toted a happily napping Tommy on his hip as Katie led us outside.

The sight of Baby Jojo giggling as a swam of ladybugs crawled on her arms and face made my face break out into a smile. Baby Eve was hiding behind big sister Elizabeth as Baby Teddy was dancing aimlessly, with big brother Baby Mattie pulling weeds peacefully.

“Bitty, we’re ready to go now!” Peter rumbled, resulting in a flood of babies pouring towards him and obediently toddling after him as he led the family around to where he had parked the Doom Buggy 3.0. for the ride back home again.

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

Māmā, mommy, Chinese 

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[natsvenom]

Feel free to request anything for the following fandoms! | Requests

Rules for requests:

I will NOT write rape, incest, SA.

You may request for characters not on this list but If I'm unfamiliar with the fandom it probably will get skipped over.

I will write reader x character, character x character, character x requested person (your name).

I'm not familiar with the transgender community, but I will be willing to write for it if you specifically put in your request what I should and shouldn't put in it.

You can request romantic relationships, friendships, and basically any type of relationship you want as long as it isn't incest.

Please do not request for celebrities or any real people because I will not write for them.

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Snuggles & Snarles

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MALIA HALE

THEO RAKEN

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EDWARD CULLEN

EMMETT CULLEN

ROSALIE HALE

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Soulmates (coming soon)

Lost & Found | PART 1

Lost & Found | PART 2

FINN MIKAELSON

ELENA GILBERT

CAROLINE FORBES

BONNIE BENNETT

REBEKAH MIKAELSON

FREYA MIKAELSON

HOPE MIKAELSON

PLL |

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ANGEL

Drunken Kisses

Every Minute, Every second

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Misunderstandings

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ARIA MONTGOMERY

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EMILY FIELDS

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DALLAS WINSTON

JOHNNY CADE

PONYBOY CURTIS

DARREL CURTIS

STEVE RANDLE

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

SODAPOP CURTIS

(I'm willing to write for other characters but I'm sort of unfamiliar with characters from the Shepard family.)

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Literally, request for any Marvel character and I will write for them.

[opera-ghosts]

Édouard de Reszke sings "Chi Mi Dira (Porter's Song)" from Friedrich von Flotow's opera Martha

At the piano is Charles A. Prince.

Recorded in 1903 for Columbia's Grand Opera series

The Polish bass Édouard de Reszke - younger brother of the even more famous tenor Jean de Reszke - was born in Warsaw 170 years ago today.

[xxfaithlynxx]

Promenades and Imaginations

Pirate!Sylus x OC!Aria Harglow

Mentioned: Zayne, Philip and 'Blonde' Xavier.

Ice Dance- Ashton Gleckman (Edward Scissorhands)

ENJOY the next installment!

NOT PROOFREAD!

Please DON'T steal or plagiarize my work. Much appreciated! As always. ~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 2:

“You know, brother. One could misconstrue your insistence of being present during my bath as less than gentlemanly. I am a grown woman now.” I sat idly inside the deep copper bathtub, water and suds covering up to the upper quadrant of my shoulders.

“Poppycock, woman or not, you are still and forever will be my baby sister! And I can’t stand idly by while you waste your time galivanting about like you have nary a care in the world. You need a marriage match, Ari.” I dunked myself beneath the surface of the water, exhaling through my nose, letting the bubble smack the surface, some popping while others decided to stay, occupied with my breath, my lifeforce.

Closing my eyes, I could still hear the lilt of his voice, but the clarity was no longer pure. Garbled it was now, and drifting I was. My mind wandered back to that terrace, and that voice, and its hidden owner. Had quickly such a voice had been memorized within my mind, within my very nerves. I was sure… as much as I would have loved to put a face to it, without it, I could pick that voice out within a crowd and find my way to its owner.

“The darkness is no place for a dove.” Dove… he thought me a dove. Honestly, I should take that as a compliment, but they way he’d said it… made it seem like it wasn’t. Doves were beautiful birds, aviaries used them for passing along messages, used them for navigation and they bird itself was durable and had the ability to fly long distances. Something I couldn’t do…. Biblically, it’d been used as a messenger from one of the Gods, to show that the flood waters had receded. Not that I held any faith in such a thing, all of that seemed like a load of hogwash to me, but who’s the say. Opening my eyes from beneath the water again, I released the last of the air from my lungs, before curving my fingers up and over the edge to pull myself upright once again. Pinching the water away from my eyes.

“Ari, were you even listening to me?” I’d shoved my littlest fingers into my ear canals to clear them of water, only hearing Caleb speaking once the appendages had been pulled free.

“Yes, Caleb…” I lied, but then thought better of it, “Well, no not really. What did you say?”

“Father condones that of a love match, but things with the north and the south have been heating up as of late, and we need to rectify allegiances sooner, rather than later. So, we must consider some form of arrangement.” He paused, sighed and continued, “Did either the Viscount or the Baron catch your eye?”

“Caleb, those boys are like my own brothers, I could never see them as marriage material. I thought you perused the guest list, several times if I’m not mistaken, so why just invite them?”

I heard him release a rushed breath, a heavy sigh, “I did invite several other titled Lords of the realm, but none seemed to take an interest in you, for that I do apologize to you, dear sister. Why they even accepted the invitations leaves their allegiance to father something to be desired.”

“As sad as it is to admit, brother… you have no one to blame but yourself.” I lifted a leg from beneath the water, hoisting it above the surface just to run a sponge over my glistening skin, making sure to clean between my toes as I went, “You barely let the men who arrived anywhere near me, the only two you allowed me to dance with were the Baron and the Viscount. How else would you think the others would react to being first invited, only to be rejected by none-other than the invitee.” Repeating the action with my other leg, I could only hear silence from the other side of the black room partition divider. “I apologize, I did not mean to offend.”

“No, no. You need not worry, dear sister. You… are correct. I should’ve been less diligent in my, what do you call it? My mother-hen tendencies. By your leave, I hope you have a good night.” I could imagine him bowing his head, always the dutiful gentleman, before leaving the room. Sighing, I hoisted myself out of the bath, and with one hand resting along the edge of the tub again, I stretched to fetch the towel hanging from one of the metal stands. Damnit, Jen… why’d you move it so far away. Finally, I managed to pinch the plush fabric between two knuckles and pulled it quickly towards me.

I squeaked in a throw of panic as I felt my feet slip an inch over the bottom of the tub before catching myself. Sleep sounds nice right about now….

Drying myself quickly, I donned the silk scarlet robe that hung over that same partition wall and wandered into my room, toweling the mess that was my hair now that it was unbraided and free of all the ornaments and gems. Again, my mind couldn’t help but wander back to the little event that had imbued itself in my mind like a brand. The warmth, and jest of his words… but the underlying sadness that seemed attached to the man himself, not just his voice. How could I know that? I hadn’t even seen him… how would I know with just a few cryptic words?

“Miss, I’ve turned down the covers for you, be wary of the warming pan. I’ll be back to remove it later.” Yvonne, Jenna’s daughter and my other lady’s maid, said near the door to my room.

I nodded at her, showing a light smile, “Have a pleasant night, Nonny.” A nickname I’d adopted from her mother when she’d been employed. She preferred the use of her full name, but the monicker had stuck and she never complained about it. She smiled kindly at me before exiting the room, shutting the large wooden door silently behind her.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I braced my hands on the edges the mattress, hair towel forgotten where’d I’d absentmindedly draped it over a hanger near the fireplace to dry while lost in my thoughts. Who was the owner to that voice?

“Why do I need to know…?” I whispered to no one in particular. I could feel my eyes glazing over as my imagination ran rampant, picturing a face and body to match the voice. I was entirely sure the man I pictured would not be anywhere close to the likeness of the actual man, but… a girl could dream.

A vibrant image of a tall, handsome man with dark hair and hard eyes appeared in my mind. A narrow, but straight nose sitting between heavily lashed brown eyes, plush lips in the shade of soft pink blossoms. Broad shoulders, and long arms, leading down to soft but large hands. A wide chest and narrow waist, long but muscles legs. Clothed in the darkness, black shades of velvet and satin for his cloak and overcoat. Shined to perfection shoes and burgundy gloves.

Opening my eyes, I couldn’t help the tinge of blush that rushed into my cheeks and ears. I’d never willingly imagined the visage of a man before, and as dressed as my mind had made him, there was a small part of me that desired to remove those clothes. No… let’s not go that far. Striking up the image of the persona who I thought belonged to that voice was bad enough, let’s not wander down lecherous trails.

“If he even remotely falls under any of the categories, I’m imagining… he would be the ideal man, wouldn’t he.” Why was I talking to myself…. Oh great, I must be getting old. I recounted a time several years ago when I caught Caleb having a conversation with himself in his study. He’d been twenty-two at the time. I shuddered at the thought.

I slipped under the covers of my bed, pulled them up to cover my shoulder and turned to face the window where the remaining moonlight cast soft beams through the sheer royal purple curtains, beyond stood the stone rail of my personal balcony, it was lit up from the moonlight, and just as my eyes began to drift shut, I could’ve swore I saw a massive black bird hop along the railing, a bright red eye flicking in my direction.

~~~

My little rendezvous with the mysterious voice remained my very own secret as the days moved on, but I found myself looking for the image I’d conjured up, looking for a man whom I had no actual idea for how he looked like.

“Ari, are you even listening to meee?” My attention snapped back to Tara in that moment, my eyes had been scanning through the throngs of meandering folks promenading through the court’s gardens. I gave her a weak smile in apology before she started in on another scandal she’d heard from one of her lady’s maids. I tried to focus, I really did… but my mind was drifting. Between the dreams of that bird, the voice, and picturing an entire scene between him and I. Of course, my own imagination running rampant to fill in the blanks, the biggest of which was what the man looked like.

“… so, I suppose now she would be with child, no?” My eyes snapped back to Tara, having missed the entirety of her conversation once again. She looked hurt, but also curious. “Darling, you have been downright spacey all day, what is going on in that mind of yours?”

I smirked, always the observant one. Should I tell her? Of course. “The other night… at the coming-of-age ball… I met someone.” I glanced around for listening ears as I said the last three words. Thankfully Nonny and Tara’s maid were walking several paces behind us, giving us our privacy. I watched as her eyes blew wide and a broad grin stretched her puffy cheeks.

“Tell me, tell me, tell me!” She all but squealed, I patted the hand she’d left curled around my arm and smiled at her, another blush running up into my face.

We were coming up to my mother’s willow tree now and I dragged Tara to the base before casually taking a seat, my skirts draping around me like a fan. Tara followed suit and clasped my hands with her own. My eyes fixed on the little white lace gloves she wore for a moment before I took a deep breath and explained.

“It wasn’t exactly… a true meet.” That caught her attention tenfold, “right after you cajoled my brother into conversation, allowing me to escape… I went to the south terrace for some air.” I directed my gaze upward, seeing the underside of the same terrace above, “Only, I guess I hadn’t been alone.” I left out the bit about my crying, “He hid himself amongst the willow bows, I never saw his face, but he spoke to me.”

“What did he say?” She asked, completely enthralled with my Romeo and Juliet style fairy tale. She was an even bigger romantic than I was… than most girls our age who knew nothing different but expected entirely opposite results as we’d been told since childhood.

“Honestly, not much.” I looked down at my hands, thumbs twiddling together, the friction of my own lace gloves roughing up the edges of my fingernails. A small smile pulled my cheeks upward, “He called me a dove.” Not the entire truth, but he did.

I could feel Tara staring at me, “How romantic!” She reached out and gripped my hands between hers again. “What was his voice like?” She was breezing right over the fact that a strange man had basically cornered me on the terrace, I could’ve been scandalized- her favorite topic.

Yet another blush rushed up into my face, “It was….” I had no words. How does one describe a voice such as his? “Confident and relaxed but also seemed to hold a sliver of sadness to it.”

“Honey, that’s not what I meant… but I am surprised you picked up on those without seeing his face. What I was getting at was pitch.” I looked up at her, I was surprised as well.

“I suppose you could say gravelly and low. A baritone, with a rough timbre.” My brows pulled together as the image I’d come up with of what I assumed he looked like appeared behind my minds eye.

“Do you think you could pick it out if you heard it again?” She asked me, reaching up to brush a willow leaf from the braid that wrapped around my head.

I looked her directly in the eyes, allowing the gleam within my own to shine through, “Without a doubt.”

~~~

Tara and I had made it our mission to try and seek out groups of men throughout the promenade, and through town while we did our minor ribbon, bow and jewel shopping. Trying to hear the voices within the groups, attempting to search for this mysterious voice I’d heard.

At one point, I’d come close, or I thought I did, to finding the man. He was handsome, big green eyes that smiled down at you from his much taller vantagepoint, dark hair that draped over his eyes, although being a whopping five-foot-two made everyone around me seem giant. I’d focused on his looks versus his voice and had run right up to him on a whim, latching on to his arm. I’d been so embarrassed when I remembered that it wasn’t an actual man we were searching for, but the voice of one.

Tara and I were sat at one of the nearby cafés, a small bowl of sparkly apricot sorbet sat before us, delicate silver spoons sticking out of each edge. Apricots were a specialty here… My family had hundreds of massive orchards amongst the mountains around our land, that was another way our family to maintained wealth, not to mention the apricots we grew were one of a kind. An ancestor had managed to create a strain of fruit that sparkled upon being bitten. From then on, people deemed our orchards that of the sparkling Harglow.

“I don’t know what came over me, Tara.” I was bent over in my seat, in a very unladylike position with my face in my hands. “I saw that man and just lost control. Argh. I am such a fool.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Ari. He didn’t seem all that insulted by the fact that a beautiful young lady had thrown herself at him.” She giggled, which made me feel even more embarrassed. “Besides, he was quite gorgeous.” She snapped her fan open and waved it at herself, that shit eating grin in place, making me smile back and sit straight again. “Now, shall we enjoy the sorbet before it melts?”

“Yes, we shall.” I responded, pinching that tiny spoon betwixt two fingers and digging into the fruity dessert. We giggled and talked our usual gossip before mingling for a while longer just to try and listen in to the surrounding conversations.

It was only after the sun had dipped low in the sky did, I heave a soft sigh and shake my head forlornly. Was I ever going to find the source of that voice?

We were just standing to return to the castle when someone behind me spoke a single word, and I froze. “…like a dove.” That same timbre, the same gravelly edge, that confident brusque and relaxed tone. Tara saw me freeze in place and was already darting her eyes around. I snapped up once my shock had dissipated some and looked around. How do you find the owner of the voice when there were so many bodies already moving their mouths!

“A dove, you say?” Another voice said, a softer pitch, slightly higher in tone. I scanned every man I could see, looking to watch they way their mouths moved. I saw the tall dark-haired man with green eyes that I’d latched on to earlier, he was stood beside a taller man, looking at him. His back faced me, a tall hat sat atop his head, a long black cloak flowed down off his shoulders, stopping mid calf, to reveal shiny black shoes and black pleated trouser cuffs. The two of them were walking away from us, toward the pier, but the way that one word was spoke… that had to have been him!

“Tara….” My eyes were fixed on the back of this man, memorizing the cut of his shoulders, the way he walked. Even slightly hidden from his cloak, everything I could see my mind memorized. She came up beside me and wrapped one of her arms through mine, following my gaze. The two men were beginning to disappear down a hill that led to the docks.

“Was that him, do you suppose?” She whispered to me, but I couldn’t find my voice. My nerves were rattling with heat and recognition. It was him.

~~~

That night, I was pacing in my room. Okay, so I saw him… sort of. I saw his back. Wait, had he been standing with the dark-haired man when I latched on to his arm?! No… he’d been talking to a shorter… blonde man. With a groan of frustration, I threw myself on to my bed, burrowing my face into one of the lavender down pillows and screamed into it, feeling the resolute vibrations move from within my chest into the pillow, the warmth of my breath heating the fabric around my cheeks.

“Miss? Are you alright?” I peaked an eye to look towards my door, Yvonne had poked her head in, fingers gripping the edge of the door.

“Yes, Nonny… I’m fine, thank you for checking on me.” I pushed myself to kneeling on the bed, as I gave her an authentic, but soft smile to reassure her.

“Oh, good, miss. I was worried! Um… Master Harglow has requested your presence in his study.” Her soft voice betrayed her nerves. Caleb rarely summoned me, and when he did… it was usually to do with some near scandal that I may or may not have been involved in. Oh boy….

“Thank you, Nonny. Please let him know I’ll be right down.”

As I swept into Caleb’s study like a princess, albeit, clothed in my night gown and a robe, looking nothing the sort, I curtsied and lowered my head. “You summoned me, brother of mine?” Lifting my head, I came face to face with an angry looking Caleb. He looked like a puppy that was denied a treat!

“Dear sister, do tell me how your promenade was this afternoon.”

I blinked, what why? “It was fine, Tara and I roamed the gardens, we sat beneath mother’s willow and even enjoyed some sorbet at that cute café down by the docks! I even managed to find some ribbons that matched my color pallet! Truly, a splendid affair.” I tossed him a fake smile, only to find him with steepled fingers, white knuckles and a glare to end all. Yup, he saw right through that.

“Would you care to explain why gossip monger extraordinaire, Madam Burke, saw you dangling off the arm of a gentleman today?” Shit… Burke had the biggest mouth amongst the gaggle of women who took every ounce of information gathered and spread it around, no matter the consequences.

“It was a misunderstanding, Caleb. I swear, nothing untoward happened, I thought I recognized him, that was all. I apologized immediately after.”

“Did you see him at the ball? What do you mean you recognized him?”

Rock and a hard place… “I thought I might have, but I was mistaken.” I tried to keep it simple, less directing but with how Caleb was glaring at me, I knew I was in shit. It was always the same when I got called in here, it was never for anything good. No praises, no good news. Always bad, always the sour end of the blame.

“Fine. Just… make sure you look next time, please.” He looked down to the papers on his desk again, retrieving a quill from its stand before pausing with it above the paper, his head tipped up, his eyes meeting mine. “You may go.” I stuck out my tongue at him. Fumbler fop. Dismissing me like I’m a servant. Even I wouldn’t be so cold. I sighed as I exited the room, leaning against the solid surface of the door. He must be very cross with me to act in such a way. Silver lining, at least he said please.

I decided to head back to my rooms and met my father along the way. A loose fitted sleep shirt hung off his shoulders, a red velvet robe with black dressings hung atop. He smiled at me before he tied the belt around his waist. “My girl, what are you doing up at this hour? Should you not be dreaming by now?”

“Caleb summoned me.” He bit his lip and nodded, reaching out a hand. I took it and he curled it around his arm as he led me up the stairs to the living quarters.

“With you of age, he has had to pick up a great number of new dealings. He informed me of an incident this afternoon, I did try to admonish the situation as best I could, but he would not hear head nor tail of it.” I was cowed by my father’s words and stared off at the carpet as we walked. I felt his eyes slide to me once we were outside of my bedroom, he turned me to face him fully and held his hands over my shoulders, “He loves you, dearly, my little melody. Do not let one little thing ruin a vast lifetimes worth of experiences. It is simply a bad day, nothing more.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of my head.

“I love you, father.” I whispered before wrapping my arms around his frail frame. Pressing my cheek against his chest, feeling and hearing the thrum of his strong heartbeat against my ear. He hummed as he hugged me in return, I hadn’t realized just how much today had gotten to me, not until now, being enveloped within the arms of my aging father.

“No more tears, my girl.” He leaned back and held me at arms length, before raising a single hand to grip my chin between forefinger and thumb, “Keep that chin up, darling. Everyday is a gift, treat it as such.” I smiled up at him and sniffed as he let me go and walked on down the hallway toward his chambers. I watched him go, folding away his words into the bank of information in my mind of things he’s ever told me.

Ever the wise old Duke. I smiled softly, before pushing open my bedroom door and stepping beyond the threshold into the dimly lit room.  I wasn’t sure who it was, be it Nonny or Jen, but they’d lit the hearth, the soft snaps of the thin logs drawing my attention as I stopped in the center. My head is always in the clouds… and it almost ruined me and my family today. That’s what rumors did, what gossip was. I needed to do better.

Once I’d calmed down before the fire enough to feel that familiar pull of the sand man at the corners of my eyes, I drifted into my bed like a ghost and laid down, pulling the covers to my shoulders. Rolling over on to my left, I bent my arms to grip the corner of the pillow beneath my cheek and stared out the window. The curtains had been pulled away from the doors, allowing a clearer view of the night to be seen. I could see the stars and their vast constellations, shapes and tales behind each one.

“Maybe I should just give up….” I wasn’t sure what I was giving up on, my dreams? My search? My one wish? My body, too tired to unwrap the thought, took it upon itself to slip into a daze of sleep and wakefulness. Just as the haze of sleep drooped my eyelids, I swore I saw that black bird hopping along the stone rail of my balcony once again, the beady red eye staring right at me.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I could hear the silence of my room, if that made any sense. I could hear the rustling of the blankets as I moved, the soft subtle pops of the remaining coals in the hearth, my own breathing and the heartbeat that thumped away in my ears. What had woken me?

My eyes pried apart; the image of my room came into view through my lashes. My end table, with its small candle and its base, long since melted down. The book I’d been reading sat besides, the dried red datura flower bookmark placed between its pages. Beyond stood my small bookcase, lined with books and novels about fantasy and worlds unparalleled. Rolling, I faced the balcony again. Weren’t those doors shut?

“Sleep now, little dove.” My eyes fluttered shut at the sound of his voice, so soft, so melodic and gruff in its tone, as I swore, I felt the backs of fingers trace the curve of my cheek. I had to be dreaming, had my imagination gone so far? “You will see that horizon soon enough….”

Wishful thinking, even for me. Why would my mind conjure something so alluring? So asinine. Of course I wouldn’t see beyond what I was shackled to. Impossible…. The feel of another brush of fingers across my cheek drew my sleep addled mind back to its depths. Vibrant images of forests, animals, and adventure flashed behind my lids, causing my eyes to whip from side to side as I tried to grasp them all, experience them firsthand as the dream regaled me with the possibilities.

~~~

He watched, seated beside her on the bed, as her eyelids drifted shut and almost immediately started their rem cycle, flipping back and forth. Those eyes, the very ones that had stolen his breath up on that terrace. The eyes that looked out to the horizon, much the same way he did.

He canted his head, looking down at this young girl, with the vastness of the universe locked within her galaxy blue orbs. Crying for freedom. For something she couldn’t have. What am I doing…? He asked himself as he reached up to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear.

He’d been mesmerized from the moment he’d seen her that night. Something about her… reminded him of himself. A need for freedom, and desire for adventure. Not to mention she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. Hair that rivaled his own, a mouth as succulent as a rose. Cheeks that never quite gave up the pink hue of a blush. A slender neck and soft shoulders. He’d been drawn to her that night but had shooed her away instead. He’d seen the hurt in her eyes when he’d called her a dove, although, he’d meant it as a compliment. What she’d said to him had solidified his desire for her.

“Even a dove has more freedom to roam the darkness than I do.” He’d wanted nothing more than to protect her from that moment on, from the future that had been planned for her. Had been chosen for her. He despised society in its cruel banality. Always the same, wherever he went, never changing. Females by any title weren’t given the right to think, to choose, to want. Seen, not heard. Simply put, they were to bare children and nothing more. Continue the bloodline no matter what.

Where he was from, he’d made sure that people of every sex, race, and nationality were respected and accepted. An ongoing revolution.

When he’d seen her sitting outside that café, he’d nearly gone to her, but he’d stopped. Only to watch her run up to one of his men, Zayne, his doctor and cook, and latch on to his arm. Something inside of him had nearly snapped the man’s head off, a jealousy that surged through him like he’d never known before.

He’d been watching her for days now, even having his shoulder pet, Mephisto silently watching over you as well each night. He’d made sure to stay just far enough away, for he knew if she’d hear his voice, she’d come running. He’d seen it in her eyes. So, he simply watched, watched her mannerisms, the way she spoke, the way she carried herself and spoke to others. She never treated her lady’s maids poorly, she treated them like they were humans, not items. The few friends she had, she seemed to trust the smaller brown-haired girl the most, even having her join in on her little quest to search him out.

He chuckled in the dim lighting of her room, eyes drifting over her possessions. Minimal frivolous items that many ladies of her age would tote or flaunt. No… her room was far more mature than she seemed to let on. Opposite her bed stood a bookshelf, full to bursting with more books than he’d seen in some time. Not since he’d been home. He noticed that night at the party that she’d worn a vibrant dress of red, black and silver. A striking match to the outfit he’d chosen to wear.

I’d been invited to the soiree, but wasn’t given a chance to interact with the girl… was the boy who’d managed the event a family member? He had to be, older brother maybe? He stood, and faced the girl in the bed, eyes roaming over her face for the hundredth time. The way her lashes brushed her high cheeks made his lips part in wonder. She’s truly beautiful…. At first, after seeing her, he’d chocked it up to having been out to sea for too long, figuring that any female would seem as enchanting as she was, but he’d been wrong.

Philip had taken him to a brothel near the docks after he’d returned to the ship, out of sorts after his encounter, and the boisterous women held no salt to the young lady he’d met earlier that evening. What’s wrong with me…. He was known as the Serpent Emperor. Swashbuckling rogue of the Aetherium seas. His land dwelled where folklore had dubbed sea serpents lived, and he had no problem with that little fairytale, it kept the wrong people away, and the right people nearby. A typically hard mannered man, ready to fight at any given moment… and yet, had been rendered a mushy puddle of feelings and protectiveness by a single insignificant chat with the princess of the region.

By no counts had anyone successfully tame the man prior, not for lack of trying. Many a woman and some men had tried and failed. So why now… why had he fallen victim to the beauty of this little female? He crouched down beside her bed, leaning to press his nose to her hair, silently breathing her in. Apricots, honeysuckle, amber spice and the smell of the ocean wafted into his senses, molding to his memory, into the very fibre of his being.

“You… are my next horizon, my little dove.” Was all he found himself able to whisper, before he drew back, stood and strode to the balcony she always looked to, every night, with a single glance over his shoulder, he stepped up and on to the railing, and dropped over the edge.

~~~

[thursdaygrl]

getting to drafts after i eat some breakfast but i'm in the mood for new things cause it's the weekend. like for a one liner from one of the muses under the cut!

crash cross, 32, straight, he/him, james marsters fc

dakota collier, 26, straight, he/him, rory culkin fc 

edward ‘dawson’ dawson ii, 22, bisexual, he/him, spencer house fc 

niamh bradshaw, 23, lesbian, she/her, erin kellyman fc

river im, 24, lesbian, she/they, london thor fc

rory medina, 23, lesbian, she/her, ruby cruz fc

slater pruitt, 26, bisexual, she/her, victoria pedretti fc

alex mendez, 35, lesbian, she/they, roberta colindrez fc

chiara brown, 24, bisexual, she/her, samantha logan fc

elias stratford, 30, lesbian, they/them, e.r. fightmaster fc

fionn sheridan, 26, straight, he/him, paul mescal fc

molly thaxton, 37, lesbian, she/they, lily gladstone fc

ashley ‘ash’ weiss, 32, straight, he/him, jeremy allen white fc

callahan tiernan, 29, straight, he/him, daryl mccormack fc

carla santos, 35, lesbian, she/her, aubrey plaza fc 

dashiell ‘dash’ vanderbilt, 29, straight, he/him, jack quaid fc

felix tabrizi, 23, straight, he/him, aria shahghasemi fc

francesca fischer, 27, bisexual, she/her, molly gordon fc

james gilbert, 25, lesbian, they/she, maya hawke fc 

ziggy keller, 22, lesbian, she/they, rachelle vinberg fc

[pupsmailbox]

do you have any names similar to these? it doesnt have to be all of them, but mainly Edgar, Pierce, Rigorre and Grimm. ive been looking around for some and this'll be great help :)!

Edgar, Grimm, Rigorre, Cain(e), Ozzy/Ozul, Onyx, Dice, Throne, Viper, Vesper, Heron, Nyx, Spector, Harker, Talyn, Dorian, Pierce

EDGAR︰ adler. albert. alexander. alfred. alice. archibald. arthur. atlas. august. barnabas. beatrice. benjamin. charles. charlotte. clarence. dior. eddie. eder. edmund. eduard. edward. edwin. edyn. eleanor. elijah. elmer. ember. emerson. emmett. ernest. esther. eugene. evelyn. everett. ezra. felix. ferdinand. finn. franklin. gilbert. harold. harper. hector. henry. humphrey. iris. irving. isaac. jack. jagger. james. jasper. leo. leonard. leopold. noah. oliver. oscar. penelope. rowan. rupert. sebastian. silas. theo. theodore. tiger. vincent. violet. walter. william.

GRIM(M)︰ august. axel. brennon. charlie. dax. dean. declan. delilah. demetri. enver. evangeline. ezra. felicity. finn. foster. fox. gaerwn. garan. garima. garin. garran. garren. garron. geranium. gereon. gerianne. germain. germaine. german. geronimo. gerwin. gianni. giovanni. gordon. goren. graeme. graham. grainne. gram. grannia. granny. green. greyden. grian. griffin. grina. gurnam. gwern. iris. joaquin. jude. kevin. kyra. leah. loki. millie. parker. rain. rogue. sage. silas. spencer. tristan. viktor.

CAINE(E)︰ abel. aidan. aiden. aleks. amelia. amory. andreas. aries. asher. aurora. ava. axel. azriel. bane. bartholomew. bonanza. cade. caden. cael. caiden. cain. caine. cale. caleb. cam. camden. cameo. cammie. camo. cana. canaan. canan. cane. cannan. cano. canyon. carter. case. casey. cash. cassim. cato. cawny. cayden. cayman. ceanna. ceona. chahna. chaim. chan. chana. chance. chaniya. charlotte. chase. chayan. chazmyne. chen. chesmu. chesna. cheyenne. cheyne. chiazam. chima. chimene. chin. china. chione. chosen. chukwuma. chumani. chyna. chynna. cian. cinna. cinnamon. cluny. cohen. cole. conn. connie. conway. cosmo. coyne. craig. cuan. cuno. cwen. côme. d'arcy. dane. dash. declan. dewitt. duran. edelynn. elijah. enoch. evelyn. gabriel. gage. gardeenia. genevieve. grayson. gwendelyn. gyles. hadrian. hesh. iain. icarus. jane. jermyn. kace. kade. kaelynn. kaidan. kaiden. kailyn. kain. kaine. kale. kane. kate. kaydin. kaydon. kayne. kedar. ken. knox. koen. lane. layne. liam. liliela. loch. lucifer. lucy. mattheo. nicollette. raiden. rayne. roddy. romilda. ryder. sawyl. scarlett. shane. thane. tyre. violet. wayne. zain. zaine. zane. zayne.

OZZY / ONYX︰ adi. archie. aria. arlo. asher. aspen. atlas. aurora. autumn. avi. axel. beck. bijoux. blade. bodie. bowie. caelum. cora. cy. daisy. davi. declan. draco. dune. echo. elton. elvis. ember. ezra. ezri. falcon. finn. fleet. garnet. gavin. genevieve. harper. hazel. imre. indigo. ivy. jade. jagger. jasper. jem. jet. jinx. johnny. joplin. josiah. joziah. kai. kaiya. kano. karter. kavi. khari. knox. lennox. leo. luca. luna. lynx. mac. maddox. mazi. mercury. millie. milo. morrissey. neptune. night. nirvana. nixie. nova. nyx. oak. oakes. ocean. ocheckka. ochoa. ohanzee. ojai. ojas. oke. oki. oliver. omega. onika. onix. onnika. onnix. onyekachukwu. onyx. ooko. oonagh. opal. opaline. orion. oscar. oscosh. oshae. osias. osiris. ossie. otto. owen. oyku. oz. ozzie. penelope. penny. peridot. phoenix. quinn. quint. rami. raven. ravi. remi. reno. river. rocky. roux. rowan. sage. salem. santana. sebastian. silas. sophie. storm. sunny. theo. topaz. uziel. violet. willow. wren. wyatt. zaki. zephyr. zeppelin. ziggy.

VESPER / VIPER︰ ace. aeron. akiva. antares. apollo. arcana. archer. asher. atlas. atticus. aurora. calista. callaway. cardin. cash. cason. chai. chancellor. charlotte. cora. cordovan. coriander. corisande. cruz. denarius. draven. elaina. elixir. elowen. elyse. ember. enfys. evangeline. felix. ferelith. finn. genesis. glade. hadley. halcyon. harbor. hazel. ivy. jaguar. journey. kaemon. kailo. kanon. katia. koa. kobe. kodiak. lainey. lazare. legacy. luna. lyra. magic. majesty. mystique. nora. obsidian. ocasio. oceane. oliver. opaline. ophelia. pax. peregrine. phaedra. phoenix. piper. quinn. rasmus. regulus. reverie. rohmer. rowyn. royce. rule. sage. salome. scarlett. sebastian. shyla. silas. sorcha. summer. tatiana. thorin. titan. vale. vallis. vance. varro. vega. velvette. vera. verity. vesper. vespera. violet. viper. von. vyra. wren. xavier. yvaine. zander. zephyr.

DORIAN︰ adrian. adrien. ambrose. amelia. andrea. appoline. arian. armani. asher. audrey. aurora. basil. benno. bloom. cassius. charlotte. cornelius. damian. damien. dante. darcy. darena. darian. dariana. darien. darin. darina. darion. darius. darren. darrin. darrion. darwin. daryan. datherine. davian. davion. dawson. dayaram. declan. derion. deron. derron. derwyn. dharma. dhiren. dominic. doreen. dorin. dorona. dorsey. dreama. dren. drian. duran. durham. durin. emrys. ethan. evander. evelyn. evleen. ezra. florian. gabriel. gilda. gordon. hadrian. heidy. jackie. jordan. julian. korbin. leander. liam. lorcan. lowri. lucian. lysander. marian. marion. mars. morgan. muse. naoma. oberon. oliver. orion. pallas. penelope. peregrine. quianna. rian. sebastian. shawnee. soren. theodore. tori. umber. violet. warren.

PIERCE︰ asher. audrey. ava. beckett. bennett. brooks. callan. charlotte. claire. cole. colton. dean. emerson. emmett. eros. everett. finn. fisher. fitz. flint. foster. gavin. grant. grayson. harper. harrison. hawk. hazel. heath. henry. hiro. hudson. ivy. jack. james. kane. kyra. landon. leo. liam. mason. miles. miller. mira. noah. oliver. olivia. owen. pace. paprika. paras. paresh. paricia. paris. parish. park. parker. parks. pauric. pearce. pearson. peers. percy. perez. perga. perris. perry. perseus. persia. persis. piers. pierson. piroj. porsche. powers. prakash. prayaksh. precia. preciosa. precious. price. prince. prisca. prissy. pryce. pyrrhus. quinn. reese. reeve. reid. rhett. ridge. rowan. sawyer. scarlett. sirius. slater. spencer. theo. theodore. vince. violet. wren. wyatt.

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Characters I Write For

Please message me with any ideas/requests! I need ideas(short fics or series)

Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

Character/Actor List

Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

JJ

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Dina Fox

Cheyenne Lee

Bo Thompson

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

MCU, Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More