#bewitched by his big beautiful brown eyes

[amy-thystt]

stared at a gif of cassian for too long and then this happened

[fairysluna]

hi! not sure if you’re receiving request rn but if u are would u do a one shot cregan x targ wife? basically domestic stuff with their kids who’s half wolf and dragon and all the fluff <33 i love ur writing style sm!! don’t forget to take care of urself :)

AMONG DRAGONS AND WOLVES

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Targ!Reader.

Summary: Once the time has arrived for your child's dragon egg to hatch, things don't go as planned, and Cregan simply cannot stand the sight of his son's saddened eyes.

Tags/TW: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, cregan being a dilf, and just that I think, it's pure fluff tbh.

Author's Note: THANK U for requesting this, I've been waiting to write something like this since I wrote my first Cregan one shot. Just softie Cregan for you, anon, hope you like it!!🤍

Word Count: 2.0k

"What are you doing here?" He asked, visibly worried as he stood up from the snow leaving the two boys behind, "You should be resting…"

A small chuckle left you as he placed his big hand on top of your swollen belly, you looked down at it for a few seconds before looking up to his face. The love in his eyes was visibly obvious as you felt, once again, bewitched by his deep brown stare. The same butterflies that were present the day of your wedding, were flying in your stomach as you felt his loving touch on you. So protective and caring.

"It's time for Rickon to go to his classes with the Maester," you informed. The older child looked at you with puppy eyes, begging for you to not send him away from his little brother, "go on, pup, he's waiting for you… you can play with Aelor after you've finished."

The brown haired boy stood up from the snow and walked half-hearted towards the castle. Once he passed right beside you, you stopped him to kiss him softly on his forehead before letting him go. As a response, he wrinkled his nose and left obediently. Cregan saw the tender scene with a smile on his face,

"He was comforting his brother," Cregan said, "Aelor needed his company."

"We've talked about this, this is usual, this happens to everyone… My brother, Aemond, went through the same thing and now he rides Vhagar," you shrugged.

"He's ten, he doesn't understand it, he feels unworthy," he turned around to look at him.

Aelor Stark, a beautiful brown haired boy who carries his mother's eyes. The first born son product of your love for Cregan. He was bigger than the other children of his age, and his only friends were his half-brother, Rickon, and his younger sister of five, Lysara.

And while Lysara's egg already hatched, Aelor's hasn't been so lucky to say the same. The poor boy spent the prior night crying on your lap as Cregan looked at you with pure distress in his eyes, knowing that he wasn't able to do anything that could cheer his son up. That same night, you told Aelor that he could claim a dragon of his own once he was old enough… but, as your husband said, his sadness was not only because he didn't have a dragon yet, he felt sad because he felt as if he was unworthy of having one.

"I can't bear to look at his saddened eyes," Cregan said, "he has your eyes, everytime i see sadness in them is as if I'm seeing sadness in yours. I can't allow my family to be miserable."

"We're not, my love," you quickly answered, placing your hand on his cheek, "you have given us nothing but pure happiness. What is happening is beyond our control, is what nature desires."

"We need to do something," he spoke sternly, "I will not sit back and see our son suffer."

You couldn’t help but smile genuinely at his sweet words.

"There's nothing left to do, we just need to wait and take him to King's Landing so he can claim an already hatched dragon… there are plenty of them."

"Is it my fault?" Cregan asked suddenly with a soft voice. You quickly frown, visibly confused.

"Your fault?"

"What if my- my genes are too strong and his Valyrian blood is not working… he already has brown hair, and-"

A chuckle was heard as you stood on your tiptoes to silent him with a soft kiss. He immediately grabbed your waist as he sighed once you captured his lips in a touch that made him forget about everything for just a couple of seconds. That was the power you had on him.

Once you pulled back, Cregan's eyes slowly fluttered open until his eyes met yours. He took a deep breath and you smiled,

"This is not your fault," you said slowly, trying to make him understand, "you're a wise man, husband, it surprises me that you were able to think such a foolish thing."

"I apologize," he muttered, a bit embarrassed.

"No need, my love," you softly shook your head and sighed before pecking his lips, "now, Lysa is asking for her father, she said you promised her to help her with her Valyrian classes."

Cregan smiled embarrassed, a soft tone of pink covered his cheeks as he looked down at the snow beneath his thick boots. You bit your own bottom lip as you let out a breathy laugh, seeing your husband being so flustered was a bit amusing for you.

Especially because you knew you were the only one who was able to make him feel that way.

"She told you, she betrayed our pact,'' he said between soft chuckles.

"I told you it wasn't necessary…"

"I want to be able to teach them, my love. They're my children too, I need to be part of their culture."

"That's very kind of you," your arms wrapped around his waist as you kiss him again.

"You won't be able to gossip about me in another language," he joked between pecks.

"I would never gossip about you, you fool," you laughed.

Cregan placed his hands on your face and took a look at your features for a long time. He would always do that; hold your face between his big hands and stare at your beauty for a few seconds, admiring every single bit of you. He sighed, completely enamored by the view in front of him, and then he gently rubbed his nose against yours, closing his eyes but still being able to perceive your small smile.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world, my love," he whispers, pressing his forehead in yours, "I love you more than words can tell, my princess."

Your heart, filled with joy, skipped a beat as you heard that nickname that he now uses only in intimate moments like this, for he wanted to let you know how you had all the control of him. You opened your eyes, looking at those gleaming dark eyes that you loved so dearly.

Those tiny little moments made you think about how lucky you were.

Later at night, when the crackling sound of the fireplace was the only thing you were able to hear, you were laying in bed with Aelor under one arm and Lysara kissing and caressing your belly as she spoke to her new sibling growing inside of you. You looked at the scene, with tender eyes and a giant smile decorating your face.

"Sagon gīda, zaldrītsos," Be careful, little dragon, you told her gently, caressing her curly brown hair, "Your little brother or sister is too small yet, so you have to be careful, okay?"

"I hope is a girl…" Aelor whispered on your side. You turned to look at him, asking him to explain his answer, "maybe she'll be able to have a dragon if she's a girl like Lysa."

You pressed your lips in a thin line as you cupped your son's face and caressed his chubby cheeks. A soft kiss was left on his forehead as you shook your head,

"Listen to me, zoklītsos." Little wolf, you called him, "gender has nothing to do with it, and you will have a dragon."

"But-"

"In a few months we'll visit your grandmother, and once we're in the capital we'll go to the Dragon Keep, where you will choose a dragon to claim," you spoke softly, but sternly at the same time, "so, just be patient and wait."

"I'm sorry, muña," he said before he cuddles under your arm once again.

"No need to-"

Your words were interrupted as the door suddenly opened with a deafening sound as it smacked against the wall. Your first instinct was to grab Lysara and Aelor, and place them behind you as you grab your small dagger from under your pillow.

However, your body relaxed once you saw Rickon entering the room with a suspicious big smile and laughing as he covered his mouth. You took a deep breath and you hid the dagger under the pillow once again.

"Rickon, darling, you scared me," you said, scolding him but keeping your voice as soft as you could, "what is it that has you so cheerfully laughing, huh?"

"We have a surprise for Aelor!" He said happily.

"We?" You asked.

Cregan walked inside the room as soon as those words left your mouth, and your eyes widened as you looked at the half grown direwolf between his arms. It looked quite small in them.

Your husband had the same smile as the one his first child had, two pairs of eyes gleaming with excitement as they looked at your eldest son. Soon you realized what was going on, and a horror look was seen in your face as you grabbed Lysara and held her close to your body.

"Absolutely not!" You said, trying to grab Aelor too but he already stood up from the bed, "Aelor!" You scolded him.

"What is this?!" The small child asked as he caressed the soft fur of the wolf.

"Your new pet, my boy," Cregan said, kneeling so Aelor was at the same height as the animal.

"Cregan?" You asked, confused and astonished, "mind to explain what is the meaning of this?"

You stood up from the bed, your daughter hanging from your arms as you walked back, far from the animal that started to move its ears each time Aelor would touch its belly.

Cregan left the wolf on the floor and walked towards you, removing the girl from your arms and holding her in his instead.

"Be careful, my love," he warned you, "you cannot strain yourself, not with our little pup growing inside you."

"Cregan, what is this?" You asked again, yelping as the wolf started to howl.

He laughed softly, "my love, you ride a dragon, how can you be scared of a wolf?"

"I'm a Targaryen, we bond with our dragons, they would never harm us."

"Starks bond with direwolves, love…" he explained softly, "Look at them, they already love each other and they've just met."

You looked at your son as the wolf licked his cheek and he laughed gleefully. Rickon was looking at them with excitement, for now he had another thing in common with his little brother. Your heart lighted up after seeing Aelor smiling like that after days of only seeing saddened eyes on him. That mere thought softened your heart, and made you sigh.

"Cregan…"

"Listen, I will take care of everything, okay?" He said, grabbing your hand and kissing it gently, "And I assure you, my love, nothing will happen to you because I will always be here to protect you."

"Whose idea was to get this… thing?"

"Uh… mine," he muttered, smiling shyly, "I told you I had to do something about it, I can't bear to see my family being miserable."

Your haze softened at his words; you were Cregan's weakness but he was certainly yours too. The only one that can make you bend.

"Alright, he can keep his pet, but it will stay away from me," you warned, "I don't want that thing being close to me, I feel that it will chew my face off."

Cregan only laughed at your words before kissing your lips.

Aelor stood up from the floor and ran towards Cregan, hugging him tightly as he cheerfully yelled, "thank you, kepa! thank you!"

You would've looked at the tender scene being displayed in front of you, but your eyes were fixed on the animal sitting on the carpet. The wolf made eye contact with you, and tilted its head as it sighed. With your lips pressed in a thin line, you heard at your daughter saying,

"Can I have one too, kepa?"

With widened eyes you looked at your daughter, seeing how her eyes shone with the sight of the direwolf just a few meters away from you.

"Oh, Gods…" you muttered, caressing your belly.

You started to beg for the next one to claim a dragon instead of a frightening wolf.

[amymbona]

oh my goshhhh patrick with mer!reader YES YES YES. he’s so entranced, curious, and terrified all in one — by you. you’re a complete enigma to him, yet somehow you just won’t leave his mind.

a little while later when the fascination began to wear off out of fear that you were just in his imagination, he sees a beautiful tail flick out of the water, presumably diving down and his attention is immediately caught once again. neeeeeddd him to just be completely bewitched by everything about you. the fins replacing where your ears should be, long lustrous hair that’s cascades down your back, your gills — but most of all, he’s set on your tails.

runs his fingers up and down the slimy scales, watching hiw the shimmer under the sun GODDD

🩰

He's sitting on the pier like a fisherman would, waiting for literal HOURS to spot you, evej the tiniest hint of yourself! And he's not left to be disappointed when the water begins splashing and he sees the flicker or pink and purple and turqoise under the surface, catching the light from the stars above. Long waves follow, getting mixed with the soft pastel of your own hair, completely different to the blesk brown and gray that he's been seeing his whole life.

And there you are - finally! - coming closer and closer, presumably unaware of his lurking presence. Only when Patrick calls out, this time attempting to sound a bit softer, so as not to scare you off, you finally whip your pretty head in his direction, the similar bewildered expression on your face. There he is again, that human, that same pale, scruffy guy. What is he doing here?

"Wait, don't to!" Patrick exclaims when you dive underwater once again. Fingers gripping the wood, he leans over to catch a glimpse of you. C'mon, come back. He gasps in surprise when you finally pop up from between the waves, your face close to his.

You don't speak, simply swim there, staring up at Patrick with your big blue eyes. You've never seen a human up close, not one that's alive at least, and from what you know, you should be pulling him under the water's surface and attempting to drown him. And yet you never do.

Patrick is staring at you like he has never seen a mermaid before, even though there's basically a whole kingdom deep down at the very bottom, probably more mermaids than there are people in this city. He asks who you are but you never respond, as if you couldn't understand his language.

So he points to himself, a shaky hand on his own chest, "Patrick," and then tries again, "I'm Patrick. And you are?"

When he extends a hand in your direction, you reluctantly grasp it, your own hand so pale and shiny, almost slimy in comparison to his own dry and calloused skin. That's all you do, still looking up with your big glowy eyes, studying the human's face. Can you even understand what he's saying?

As if being cast a spell onto, Patrick is completely frozen, the light touch of your palm against his seeming almost ethereal, out of this world, so so so different to every lady whose hands he had the pleasure to touch. He's tempted to squeeze you but doesn't know if he's allowed to. What if you'll get scared and pull him down and then drown him? Or - worse - what if you'll get scared and swim away? No, no, no. Patrick can't let you leave.

"Can you speak?" he asks you once again but is met with silence. Again. So you don't talk, or you're pretending not to. Either way, his impatient self can't stand it.

And so as he keeps holding you, Patrick uses that opportunity of short lived calmness to examine your face up close. The most prominent features of yours strike him right away - your pointy, flappy ears and multiple sets of gills running down the sides of your neck - so that's how you breathe underwater, like a fish. Your hair cascades in silky waves of multiple colours; this is the first time he's seeing a woman with different hair than black, brunette or blonde. Are you even a woman?

He's tempted to reach out and caress your cheek, to feel if it's as soft as your hand, whether your whole body is this cold (How the hell are you not shivering?). He's tempted to lean in and kiss you, just to feel it, just to feel you. And in his senseless moment of stupidity, he actually tries to, leaning in just a bit closer which soon proves to be a bad decision, as you shy away almost immediately.

"No no no, wait!" Patrick yells into the waves, recklessly diving straight after you. He's not letting you disappear, not this time.

Surrounded by the salty water, Patrick is suddenly unable to hear, unable to see, the water pressure providing a continuius humming sound which contrasts with the beat of his own hard. His eyes burn once he opens them and it leaves him no other choice than to swim back up, damp curls sticking to his forehead.

"C'mon - little mermaid! -" he calls out, feet threading the water. Where are you, where are you? "Come back. Come back to me!"

Another splash, and then another one, something slimy slips between his own legs and an unexpected wave covers his whole head. With a gasp, Patrick spins around, seeing you right in front of him. An airy giggle escapes your pink painted lips and Patrick thinks he might have fallen in love right here and there. You are simply gorgeous.

But Patrick cracks a smile, he's unable to really hold it back. Can you blame him? "So that's how you are? You want me to chase you, huh?"

And apparently, you understand him. In some weird way - through all the barriers - you definitely get a hint of what he's saying because you nod. In all honestly, the man in front of you looks utterly harmless, like a mouse drowned in the lake, a single drop of water sliding down his nose. He looks a bit silly, like all humans do.

This time it's you who reaches out, a cold gentle hand to his cheek, as if you have no issues staying afloat - which you obviously don't, considering you're literally a mermaid - and Patrick focuses so hard that he almost forgets about swimming. With a shaky shudder, he leans into your touch, finding comforting warmth in the sticky coldness. How are so you warm and cold at the same time?

You're smiling, you're actually smiling, the most softer, tender expression he has ever seen on somebody's face. Patrick really thinks he might be in love.

But just as quickly as you came, that quickly you disappear, and all he gets is the blown out yell of your eyes, as if you've suddenly realised something. So there you leave him, swimming in the frozen water like an idiot, all for a simple glimpse of yourself. And the last contact he gets from you is the forceful brush or your scally tail against his legs.

[ttttobistuff]

HII I saw your post and I was wondering if you would be able to write an aged up (like 16-17) Dipper x gn reader where the reader is kind of jealous of Pacifica because she’s like a walking beauty and the reader just thinks that dipper likes her and at one point they start arguing about it and it turns into this angry love confession??

“Your star”

( AgedUp! Dipper x GenderNeutral! Reader )

TW: Curse words (is that a valid TW?)

A/N: Hello! I deeply apologize for taking so long, it has been a tiring week. But , here it is! Also, I know that the Big Dipper isn’t truly a constellation, but for the sake of romance, I will ignore that.

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You asked the universe for an explanation, mainly on why the Pacifica Northwest decided to hang out with Dipper every day for the past two weeks…why? It made relatively little sense, because Dipper had told you he despised her, but it didn’t look that way.

For the past fourteen hellish days, you’ve been missing the sweet touch of that boy. Not once has he hung out with you, not a single hour spent with you. Your heart aches, of course, but you had no courage to tell him. Tell him everything.

You were a coward, and she was simply too good. There was no humane way to compete against that blonde beauty, not with her smooth skin and luscious eyes.

Why would he ever notice you, when in front of him, a bewitching girl stands? Accepting the failure and impossibility of your feelings being reciprocated, you settled for seeing him.

Nothing ignited such a fierce fire within your chest like he did, nobody could compare. Neither could anybody comprehend what you were experiencing. You tried talking to Mabel, to Wendy, or any woman whatsoever about the situation, but neither was too helpful. You didn’t tell them it was Dipper, clearly.

It was truly noticeable, and everyone around was aware, except for Dipper himself. He was too blind, too stupid…too perfect. Unfortunately, hating him was an unsuccessful plan. The toll he had on you was undoubtedly strong.

Just like how you wished to cling on to him, wrap your arms around his body and never let him go. Never let him see each other with those eyes except you. But, his warmth was apparently appreciated somewhere else too. And even if it tore your insides, slowly and painfully, you held in every horrid cry.

He was your constellation, and you only wished to admire him for hours unend. During daytime, you would daydream about him, and during nighttime, you would study the Big Dipper.

One of the easiest to identify, with seven bright stars that shine through the darkness. During those conflicting nights, where darkness also surrounded your mind and not just your body, you found comfort in his beaming presence. The northern half of the sky was always your home.

Yet, nothing could distract you from your mind. Your wild thoughts of jealousy, hatred, envy. Sadness strikes you too.

One afternoon, while setting up your equipment to properly gaze at the constellation, a couple of laughs took you by surprise. In these parts of town, no one usually came around. It was typically quiet, and no disturbances could be heard.

Though, when you peeked out from your small spot, something made you regret looking. That blonde hair of hers, her painted eyes, and delicate hands. But also, there was his brown hair, flowing with the soft sunset wind. It seemed to hit you harder than any other time before.

You knew well he was with Pacifica, but at that moment, you could not help but wonder why once more. Why would he ever do that? Why would he leave you for her—except, that’s not actually a question worth asking. Such an obvious reply is merely a waste of time.

You kept on looking. Pacifica chuckled, while slightly putting her hand on his shoulder. He would keep on laughing, no blush, yet you noticed he was different. Something signalled to you that, whatever was happening, it was not normal. Dipper was acting rather strangely.

They stopped their conversation, and her blonde hair caught my attention. In a split of a second, I saw Dipper’s eyes follow it too. She positioned herself before him, and brought him closer. Your heart stopped its beating for a moment, yet kept on going when she simply hugged him.

It still hurt, and it still tore your insides apart, but you once more bled within. And, when she walked away, a thought popped inside your mind.

Talk to him, your brain said, confront him. It was outrageous, but it was time.

As you walked your way to him, he gasped when he took a glimpse of you. A drop of sweat slid down. His curls decorated the side of his reddish face. He was beautiful, too, like Pacifica. You were not, and feeling jealous was selfish, but you could handle it no longer.

“Do you like her?” You spat out, without a single doubt.

Dipper stared back, with awe and a half-open mouth. His lips remained soft, and his body still emanated that same warmth you craved so badly. Despite everything, he was still your burning star.

“W-what?” He stuttered. You took this as a reply, and he perceived a small hint of sadness.

You became defensive, and before opening your heart, you preferred to open your mouth. Your voice raised, and you frowned unconsciously.

“Just tell me, god!” You spoke angrily, but deep down, you were simply hurt. “We haven’t seen each other in—fourteen days!”

“I did nothing wrong. Why should I explain myself, huh?” Dipper replied with the sameness, and it broke your heart into a thousand pieces. Into thousands of spilled words and daydreams.

“No, don’t explain to me any fucking thing.” He decided to turn around, your eyes began watering. One can only keep feelings inside for so long.

“Wasn't planning on either way,” you could not see his lips twisting in displeasure any longer, “you always make things up!”

He looked down, piercing through the floor with his eyes. You quietly sobbed.

“Your dumb brain always makes you believe dumb things, but I don’t like her!” Before you could reply, he kept on babbling nonsensical things.

“Those dumb eyes of yours which always distract me, your dumb face that always appears in my dreams, your dumb lips I would die to kiss—” he stopped himself suddenly, “Oh, god.”

The place was dead silent, and with a sunset behind him, he looked like a dream.

“I—I am so terribly sorry, I understand if you—” interrupted by your ‘dumb’ lips, he melted at your touch.

His skin was as you had imagined, not perfect but it drove you mad. His breath became uneven, like you had fantasised about. His curls were tangled, but taken care of (most likely by Mabel). His entire being panicked, and his hands were held up in surprise. He was everything you had imagined.

Taking off his hat, you pushed yourself forward. Without hesitation, your lips took what they had been wanting for the longest of times.

“You—me and you—your lips!” Dipper sloppily exclaimed, and it made you laugh. He truly was your brightest couple of stars.

“We certainly did…” you replied, still slightly ashamed.

“What do we do now?” Yet, you didn’t know what to answer. It worried you, but then a moment of clarity came by.

“How about we keep kissing?” With that, no other word was said.

All night long, silent confessions of love were whispered, and the wind blew them away. Only for you both to ever hear, over and over again, tasting those sweet lips under the stars’ light.

[eddiegettingshot]

god gave eddie bewitching big brown eyes because if he was going to curse his child to a lifetime of gazing longingly at the things he felt he'd never be able to have then at least he should get to do it with unparalleled beauty. that's the lord's generous spirit

[deviousdevilx]

Fright Night but make it Daniel and Terry Silver.

Daniel is a college kid who lives in a house with a few college roommates, the house next door, an old decrepit place has a new owner and is being renovated. Daniel being a night owl, and horror enthusiast, notices one night a coffin being moved into the creepy mansion next door. It piques his interest and he starts obsessing about the new owner who he sees one night through his window with a lady, and quickly realizes something ain't right about the man, he looks like he has fangs.

After news reports of several murdered women, one whom Daniel is convinced he saw at the house next door, he starts snooping, and trying to get his roommate, Japanese exchange student Chozen involved who is also into the paranormal. The pair try to investigate their new mysterious maybe a vampire or serial killer neighbor.

Daniel finally meets the new neighbor in person, the suave, tall, handsome and charming Terry Silver who starts to befriend Daniel, who continues to harbor suspicions about the man, but slowly begins to fall under his charm.

Oh and like Johnny and Jessica are there too. Jessica gets on board about Terry being a vampire, and Johnny is like "this is bullshit but hell yeah I'll fight this guy" lol

Terry starts to actively seduce Daniel instead of getting rid of him, believing he found a possible companion, and Chozen is like "hell no you ain't making my boy into a vampire!". Maybe there is a samurai sword fight. Maybe there is a tense moment where Terry is oh so tempted to drink from Daniel's very pretty and tender neck, becoming so bewitched by the boy and his big beautiful brown eyes that he starts to let his guard down about concealing his vampirism.

Daniel becomes increasingly conflicted, if Terry is killing women he drinks, he's truly evil, but also...he's developing feelings for the man maybe a vampire! Oh no!

[solarflicker]

Favorite Jesus, Judas, Mary, and Pilate?

Wow that’s hard to answer

Jesus: I think I’m gonna have to go with Ben Forster for this one. Just look at him. He’s so sad and stressed out. He’s autistic. Every person with a strained relationship with their parents expectations can project onto him. I love him. The fanfics practically write themselves.

Judas: Petty misogynist rat bastard and knows he’s been cast as the villain by fate and his own bad personality and worse taste in men, and he has decided to serve absolute cunt about it, only pausing when he’s absolutely consumed by grief. You know him, we love him, Jerome Pradon!

Mary: Chilina Kennedy’s portrayal has bewitched me heart and soul. She is unfairly burdened by being the only person who selflessly cares about the two most disastrous men in her vicinity. She knows her place and it’s the same place as every disciple but even closer to Jesus than most, and she’s stronger than she looks. And just. I have the biggest crush on her. She’s got big brown eyes, long wavy hair and a beautiful yellow dress. Don’t you have a crush on her? I would try very hard to never make her sad.

Pilate: A classic! Barry Dennen is by far the most sympathetic and really brought the character to life. Some actors play up the cruelty of his villainous character but Barry leans into the helplessness and distress of his fated role and points the blame right back where it belongs: God and the Roman Empire.

[evermourning]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 - yang jeongin

pairing: yang jeongin x reader (bewitched series pt. 6)

genre: fluff, comfort, slice of life, based off "misty" by laufey (original song by johnny mathis)

wc: 0.7k

warnings: (not proofread), established relationship, language, y/n is an absolute HOPELESS ROMANTIC, just tooth-rotting fluff

you were quite content spending the rest of a rainy day like this, snuggled into your boyfriend's side, wearing one of his shirts, as his thumb languidly slid back-and-forth soothingly across your shoulder. you leaned into his touch, sighing contentedly. your cheek rested against his chest.

"you're so pretty, innie." you mumbled, looking up at him with big, adoring eyes. jeongin laughed, kissing your cheek.

"why, thank you. so are you." he replied. your eyelids fluttered shut at the immense comfort of the rise-and-fall of his chest.

it was silly, looking at it now, that you were so goddamn infatuated with your boyfriend. there was just something about him that made you want to dig a hole inside him and live there permanently. this sensation was so new, and so strong, you felt utterly helpless, as if you were lost at sea. sometimes, it was just too tough to tread water.

but the clouds were pushed away from their spot covering the sun as a strong hand reached into the depths of the deep to pull you out and dry you off, and that hand belonged to yang jeongin.

with a kind, loving smile you were pulled ashore. he was the breath of oxygen filling your lungs, the fluffy towel wrapped around your shoulders, and the brightness of the summer sun itself.

you loved him to fucking pieces.

when you'd walk around the city, examining little shops and markets as their owners opened up, smells of espresso and fresh books wafting across streets, jeongin's hand would ever so inconspicuously brush against yours. this would continue until his big hand sat connected to yours, fingers intertwined and palms touching. when this happened, you felt as if you were absolutely going to pass away. all of your overflowing happiness had been condensed into a single cloud, floating gaily in the vibrant blue sky.

you just felt...misty, being around him. this feeling of intense doting that grew larger and larger and larger with every passing day was something of great interest to you. what was it about him that had you absolutely falling over yourself? was it his air of attractiveness and genuine warmth, was it his personality? it was probably both combined, actually.

your cheeks began to warm up significantly as you thought about this, and you sat up.

"i'm gonna go grocery shopping." you stammered, pulling on your jacket. as you went to run out the door, hiding your face in your hands, jeongin grabbed your wrist.

"are you really? it's pouring rain, baby." he laughed gently, grabbing an umbrella. "i'll come with you. don't want you to catch a cold now, do we? that wouldn't be good. i wouldn't be home a lot to take care of you, and i'd honestly be really worried. deal?" as he stared at you, concern and devotion in his brown eyes, it was like a symphony had began its most famous piece. thousands of violins played a melodious concerto and the brass and woodwinds backed up the beautiful song as it ended dramatically and beautifully in a lovely crescendo of sorts. just by hearing his voice, your feet were already lifting off the ground. it was simply lovely to be in his life, hell - even in the same timeline as him.

sometimes you feared you'd wake up again and see this all gone. you'd be alone and confused all over again, quiet tears streaming down your cheeks. was he just being nice to you? was he leading you on? was this pity? and then, in the very tip of your heart's apex was some burning desire for him to do this, and then admit that you were all he wanted. you were lost in this never-ending maze, and if jeongin was finding the way out, then that was the direction you would head towards, forever and ever.

lost in the wonderland that he'd created, sometimes feeling more disoriented than usual, he was the golden road leading you to your home (him). if you couldn't tell anything apart, he was the soft voice in your ear explaining everything to you in specific detail.

oh, you were way too in love with yang jeongin.

@evermourning, ©2023. all rights reserved.

[ryuseitai]

ireally like this a lot he looks really pretty here. and so polite. handsome polite boy charm. and his hair looks edible.. the fit and background are very cool too especially the background i like a lot i have no idea what this collab even. is at all but it seems pretty epicsauce. His big beautiful brown eyes bewitch me..

[grntaire]

ehehe. nice icon :3

i fear his chronic victim complex and big beautiful brown eyes have bewitched me <3

[eddiegettingshot]

5a eddie was undeniably the most beautiful ethereal eddie. to me. but there’s something about s6 eddie and his. thick neck and big brown eyes that bewitches me as well

[bewitchingbaker]

The Baker and Werspinna

Chris finds himself in a flirtatious back and forth with a certain dimension hopping Spider themed hero.

A sweet but smutty drabble starring @birkenzeisig muse @werspinna and Chris

"That depends-" gently she took the mans big hand from her elbow in her small,scarred hand and breathed a little kiss on his knuckles even if her grey eyes never stopped looking up to Chris and there was a little smile that was as sharp as a blade pulling at the scarred corner of her mouth: "-What nice things exactly have you planned to do with me when I have time and come for a nice visit?"

A red hue fills those chubby cheeks of his.

Her grey eyes locked in on his soft brown eyes, the soft and ever so subtle kiss to he knuckles.Topped off with the soft and alluring tone that was her voice.

The laysister knew what she was doing and Chris loved every minute of it.

Ever since their first meeting, the spider hero known as Werspina and the bewitching baker had something going on. Prolonged stares whenever she would leave. Hand touches that left him as red as a tomato. Of course it wouldn’t be a visit from Wolf without an old poem hitting at some shared desires. However, even the baker was able to surprise the spider woman with his admission of what they wanted.

But it looked as though things had come to a head.

What was the baker to do?

“Maybe make you a nice dinner” he blushes, “If you have time, maybe a dessert as well..”

A half truth.

Now the baker had every intention of making Werspinna a delicious meal, but she knew what he really wanted. After all they both wanted the same thing. Those eight eyes flutter at the baker, giving him a smile that gave him peek gap in her teeth.She breathes another kiss against his knuckles.

“Sounds like a plan,” she smiles. “Lead the way.”

A wink and the coup de grace.

“Muuske~”

Just like a cat trapping their mouse, the spider hero had him wrapped around her fingers.

With a few shared giggles and small saunter, the duo stood next to each other on the elevator. Sneaking glances at the other’s physique and figure. Soft brown hues admired all of Wolf’s features. Those beautiful grey eyes paired with her beautiful olive skin slowly trailing down to her ample breasts. She would soon find out how much the baker thought about the plump hips she hidden under her armor, though his stares wouldn’t go unnoticed by Wolf. Two eyes took a nice long look at the baker’s ass. Another pair gaze knowingly into those soft brown hues. It isn’t long before theduo found themselves, inching closer and closer to the other until finally, their lips intertwine. A warm soft kiss. Her pox scarred hands caress those chubby cheeks as if he were made of glass. His own hands lost in those coffee-colored locks. Admittedly, Wolf was pleasantly surprised to feel Chris deeping their kiss.

Just as the took a moment for air, they reached his floor.

It isn’t long before they’re rushing to his place. The second Chris unlocked his door, he is greeted once again by the gift that Wolf’s lips. He smiles into their kiss, already excited about their plans. The baker's hands pull her closer to him by her hips, earning a small giggle from the laysister. Their hands stripping the other out of their clothes.

Wolf’s hands eased the baker out of his shirt while Chris eased her pants off. Another break for air. Both were pleased at the sight before them. She bit her lip at the broad shoulders with matching massive arms, though her 8 eyes were drawn to to the gold and purple piercing that adorned his navel.

“Ach~” she laughs. “You’re certainly full of surprises~”

A bashful chuckle escaepes Chris’s lips, hands easing off his pants to reveal his hardening length. Just as she was enticed by what kid underneath the baker’s clothes, the sight of those tattoos and the beauty beneath her trousers made him lick his lips in excitement. Before she knows it, the baker is standing over her.

“That’s funny,” he replies, one hand tilting her chin to gaze into those enticing eyes. “I was going to say the same thing about you~”

To her own surprise, Wolf was the one blushing from the Chris’s words. Earning a smile from Chris. Who would have thought the shy and blushing baker could flirt with the best of them? It was safe to say that both were in for a night of surprises. His hands snaked their way around her waist and onto the plumpness that was her ass. Without much effor the baker lifts Wolf into his arm once again meeting her lips with his own.

The baker deepens their kiss, nibbling at her bottom lips before pressing a few kisses against her neck. Soft pleas of more escaped her lips as he carried to his bed. Like a delicate flower, Chris gently laid Wolf onto his bed. Not once stopping his worship of the art that was Werspina. Softly grazing her neck with teeth while his hands admired her breasts.

“Hermosa…” Chris whispireed against her skin. “You’re radiant mi angel~”

Soon his kisses trailed lower and lower. Lips pressing themselves against her tummy, hands caressing those hypnotizing thighs of hers. Eight eyes stared in admiration at Chris’s action, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. A soft laugh escapes her lips once she feels the baker press a kiss against her ankles, trailing up to her thighs and giving her small teasing bites before finally coming face to face with her arousal.

Soft brown hues met her grey eyes, looking at her as if asking for permission. A pox scarred hand reaches down to caress his cheek once again

“Don’t keep me waiting~”

That ever-so-alluring purr of her voice was enough for him to press his eager lips against her heat, happily obliging her request. It wasn’t long before the baker heard the sweet song that Wolf’s pleasured sigh.One hand caressed the hero’s plump thighs as he lapped at her folds, his other hand soon interlocking with hers. Each lick earned a moan and every kiss to her arousal received a squirm. 6 of Wolf’s eyes were closed in pleasure while two remained open to gaze at the beauty before her.

Now, Wolf had her fair share of experiences with oral sex. But there was something adorable about seeing the baker so focused on bringing her to a nice climax. From the way he had her squirming and filling the room with her rooms, the adorable little baker had done this many times before (she would make sure to tease him about this later). Plus, it was nice to see that cute butt of his out of those jeans.

Suddenly, our Spider hero could feel the baker’s finger pumping in and out of her arousal. She began to arch her back, throwing her head back with a gasp of pleasure.

“Oh! Chris~” Music to his ears.

With his fingers massaging her walls and his tongue dancing along her folds, the baker had Wolf right where he wanted her. Her beautiful fingers were lost in his curls, her ever so addicting and those cute moans only encouraged his tongue’s dance against her folds. When he heard Wolf moan out his name, Chris decided it was time to deliver the coup de grace. Those lips wrapped around her ever-so-sensitive pearl as he continued to massage her walls.

Her toes curled and eight eyes saw stars with a loud moan, those thighs clenched around his head. Chris’s hands held onto her thighs as she continued her climax, her own hand holding him close to her drenched heat. A few seconds passed, riding out the rest of her climax. Soft moans turned into pants and pants turned into laughs.

“I take it you enjoyed that?” Chris asked with a wink, earning another laugh from Wolf. Her hands reached out to caress those chubby cheeks with an enthusiastic nod. With a smile, she pressed a kiss against his forehead. Then his nose. She leaned ever so close to the baker’s face, her poxscarred lips only inches from his. Just as he leaned close, she pulled away with a laugh

“I very much did enjoy myself, muuske,” Wolf cooed before giving him a light peck, “It’s been a while since someone’s surprised me like this. But~”

In one swift action, she gently pushed him onto his back, his soft brown hues looking up at those 8 gorgeous eyes. Wolf’s lips were soon pressed against his neck, earning a few soft hums of appreciation from the baker. Her hands ran along his chest as she continued to cover his neck in soft kisses and small bites before finally whispering.

“I have a few surprises of my own~”

Wolf began another trail of kisses from his neck, leading to his chest and along his dolcissimo stomach. It isn’t long before she’s face to face with his arousal. With a soft peck, her hands began to slowly stroke his length, offering him a knowing wink. Chris enjoyed her strokes, doing his best not to get too loud. But even he couldn’t hold back a soft moan.

“No need to hold back,” she whispered with an impish smile.

Soon her tongue danced around his shaft, coaxing a gasp of pleasure out of the baker. With 6 of hereyes closed and another 2 gazing into his, Wolf began to take more of Chris into her mouth, her hands continuing her strokes. It isn’t long before her head is bobbing up and down his length, soon taking the entirety of his girth down her throat. Her eyes did not once leave Chris’s gaze.

“Geez, Wolf…that feels amazing..~” the baker moaned.

A muffled giggle escaped her lips before finally coming up for air.

“Good, it would not be very nice if I did not return the favor,” she winked.

A familiar red hue fills his cheeks as nods in appreciation, happy to know he wasn’t sleeping with a selfish partner. Though he would be fun bringing her to climax with no reciprocation. Chris was always happy to bring joy to his partners with his mouth.

Chris’s fingers motioned towards his dresser, causing it to open and reveal a condom. Thanks to the gift of his magic, their protection levitated towards them. As if Wolf were made of glass, the baker softly laid her down on her back with another warm kiss. Thank the Gods for his magic because this wouldn’t have been as smooth as the condom was already unwrapped by the time it reached his hands.

Wolf smiled in anticipation as she watched Chris slip-on his protection. With a beckon of her finger, she pulled Chris in for another smooch. His rather thick length teased her arousal, occasionally rubbing against her ever-so-sensitive pearl. The spider hero’s hand found themselves caressing those beautiful curls on Chris’s head while the other guided his length into her. With an impish smile, she leaned up to Chris’s ear.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she whispered in a sultry tone, “Muuske~”

A bright red blush spreads across the baker’s face. Wolfgund knew she had him wrapped around her finger and boy did he love every minute of it. Her wish was his command. With one hand lost in her beautiful coffee hues locks, the baker thrusts every inch of his arousal into her welcoming heat. A loud gasp came from Wolf’s lips, throwing her head back in pleasure.Chris released his own groan once he felt her warmth around him. 8 half lidded eyes stared longingly at Chris, all but telling him to keep going.

With their hands interlocked, the baker’s thrusts were slow yet deep. No doubt wanting to enjoy every minute of their time. Who knows when they would get another chance at this. It wasn’t long before their dance began to pick up speed, their moans growing in volume. Their song of passsion was soon joined by the sounds of his bed creaking against the wall. Wolf’s legs wrapped around the baker’s hips as his lips wrapped around her ample breasts. Soon, they both began to feel that familiar pressure from their dance. Wolf’s walls tightened around Chris’s arousal, earning another moan from the baker. Their eyes met for an eternal moment.

“Wolf…I’m close~”

“Oh Chris…~”

As they got lost in each other’s gaze, the interdimensionl duo lips met in a heated kiss, muffling their moans. Chris’s thrust’s got faster and Wolf’s grip on him tightened, her nails leaving small scratches along his back.

With one last thrust, a groan from the deepest parts of Chris’s stomach filled the room. It wasn’t long before Wolf let out a moan of pleasure as they released their climaxed simultaneously with one final kiss.

After a few moments they broke their kiss for some much needed air, getting lost in the other’s gaze with a few tired pants. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their clothes were scattered all over the room. Wolf let out a tired laugh as she carressed the back of Chris’s neck, bringing about that all too familiar blush.

“There’s that beautiful hue~” she laughed with a kiss to his nose, “Now…as nice as this is, you are getting quite heavy on me and I imagine this will not be a comfortble way to nap..”

Chris laughed tiredly before slowly pulling out with a soft moan. He collapsed next to the laysister and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I have to agree with you, mi reina,” Chris smiled. “This is much more comfortable. Hopefully we can do this again.”

A small yawn came from Wolf before she settled into his arms.

“Maybe, as long as Spider Society doesn’t…” Wolf pauses with a tilt of her head. “How do you say? Cock block me? And if you prepare those sweet treat I oh so desire~”

A boop of nose followed.

“Oh trust me, after this I’ll bake ya anything you want.” Chris laughed with another kiss to her forehead.

The laysister knew what she was doing and Chris loved every minute of it.

[meggettes]

Bridgerton spoilers I am live-blogging below LEGIT SPOILERS

—Spoiler Break—

Episode 2 (blazed thru e1)

Eloise is a stand up comic that’s why she sucks so much lol at least now she’s found an audience maybe she might calm down (no im not thinking of my sister why would you say that)

Will Colin finally woo Penelope with writing? With his pen even??? 👀

i am feeling Francesca so hard the quiet observant pianist is so strong

Benedict is my FAVORITE would he third for the mondriches I could believe it

Was totally unprepared for Cressida character development but am surprisingly fully here for it

Also what the fuck even pen’s own mother believed she isn’t lovable that is so messed

Colin is the only one who is like of course you’re lovable (i know because it me, he doesn’t yet think to himself)

STAHPPPPPPPPPP “kiss me it’ll mean nothing just pls” IS NUTS AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This is only episode 2!!!!!!!!! Way too early in this trope!!!!!! Unless…

Unless it’s a turned table!!!!!!! Aaahhhh!

Episode 3

THIS ROMANCE NOVEL ASS OPENING 💀💀💀

STOP ITS HIS DREAM I AM DECEASED

THE TURNS HAVE TABLED

he dreams in bodice-ripper 💀

Better than I could have anticipated he is so down bad what a puppydog babygirl

Oh my god who is danbury’s guest is it Sophie’s stepmother??? Is that how Sophie is going to bewitch Benny boy at the final ball of the season??? (I am Benedict centric in case you couldn’t tell) (so much so that I actually read his book) (they’re gonna change it a bunch but I can’t wait to see how that season goes. and then the Francesca and Gregory seasons)

Alone under the willow tree scandal-scandal-scandalous (if anyone saw)

They are so— I am so on board now the mutual pining I had no idea this was what we were in for thank god legit better than I expected

Wow literally what the fuck is wrong with people saying this fucked up shit to this girls face

if Ben wouldn’t third for them I would 🥵

GALLANT that’s the word! He is being very gallant! Not enough gallantry about I’m afraid

I am here for this Debling guy and our shiny Penny! The banter is superb :)

Also is he a Shakespearean actor is that why he knows what to do with his arms (nothing, properly)

Also I fucking love Eloise’s embroidered surcoats they are glorious

Is Cressida more likeable now because there’s a persistent sadness in her eyes instead of the meanness of previous szns

Is Colin really looking so different this season because his tailoring is different than everyone else’s? And they claim it to be “French”??

Speaking of tailoring, Penelope looks like a leading lady now instead of previous szns because her new wardrobe finally gets her waistline correct. It was much too high previously, making her look uncomfortable and juvenile. This proper underbust empire waistline is so gorgeous makes such a difference

Omg Cressida’s spark of interest in lord naturalist is so sweet!

camel thru eye of needle ✨Jesus Reference✨

ok Cressida and rugged bird man endgame

has anyone else noticed each of the Bridgertons has a prevailing one of the five senses? Daphne touch, Antony smell, (Benedict I would say is sight,) and Colin seems to be taste. Or maybe it’s just a mouth kissing thing. But I guess we shall see. Oh and Francesca sound.

HANNAH NEW HERE SHE IS AHHHHH

And as a potential interest for Benny okay!! Two faves sharing the screen let’s watch em cook

Francesca is so pretty wtf who is this actor she looks like belle from the animated beauty and the beast disney like fr right off the cel n her big baby browns

This balloon hullabaloo! Dashing strong menfolk! Let the swooning and fluttering commence

The innovations ball!

Oh? OH?? Violet suitor???????

Put this dress of Cressida’s on the Met Gala carpet!

OH DANBURY’S GUEST IS HER BROTHER IS VIOLET LOVE INTERESTEST

OH FRAN HAS A LOVE INTEREST I AM ALL ABOUT THIS

TILLY DO LESS (love her all about her)

Violet mom of all time aww she loves her kiddos

Stop he is not

Don’t

Please COLIN

oh thank god

THIS TENSION AHH

Debling is a great guy

randomly this cellist looks like Daniel Brühl kinda

Aw Violet sad for her boy

Ditzy sister preggers??

this episode y’alllllllll

Episode 4

Iike this red hair pale blue dresses combo on my girl Nicola is STUNNIN make those Irish eyes SPARKLE

This Francesca suitor is so WONDERFUL

they are CUTE

John Sterling!!!

CUTE!!!!!

her tweed over-jacket is taking me out of it a bit

BACK IN THEY ARE CUTE

Sitting in companionable silence!! Sparks flying among introverts!! Dare I say

Ok Mondrich, keep the club just don’t work in it! easy solutions

GIRL HE PROPOSED THE PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE AND YOU HAVE UR HEAD FULL OF COLIN THOUGHTS

AND HES DOUBLED DOWN WITH PROSTITUTES AND GOT HIS HEAD FULL OF PENELOPE THOUGHTS AAAAAHHHGG

sweet Fran is such a quiet lil cutie pie aww

oh shit Colin realtalk wow cook king the lads were not ready for it not on his level

Violet, mom among moms

Can there finally be a season with no broken proposals pls it upsets me how much that happens on this show like it’s a casual thing to do

widower slow burn with widow ready for it here for it golden bachelor

is this……. ship inklings bw Eloise n Cressida rn

Omg Danbury isn’t one bit a fan of her brother

OH MY GOD

Lord Kilmartin WROTE her SHEET MUSIC

She’s Not Drinking The Lemonade

Lol Colin gonna get a front row seat to Pen’s proposal ughhhhhhh tensionnnnnn

AHH MAY HE CUT IN

JK about the ship-inklings actually but that was a nice moment

Oh Debling is iq-eq smart and I like him he is a sharp cookie he can’t propose to her now he likes her too much to get in the way of all that

OH COLIN FUMBLED

Oh no his feelings are hurt :( no proposal

He’s a straight shooter girl he’s straight shooting you oops

pennnnnnnnnn

RUN WHITE BOY RUN

HATE when diagetic music is off key with the score it is a PEEVE

Frannie is so happy awwww

POLIN are they going to KISS in the CARRIAGE

ON HIS KNEES???????

TORTURE????????

momentary 💔 but immediate 💓

SMOOCH CITY

Carriage hookup!! Titanic who!! Steamy!!!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

way to go girl speedrun from never been kissed to finger blasted in the back of the family limo

FOR GODS SAKE PENELOPE ARE YOU OR ARE YOU NOT

END OF FIRST HALF (!!!)

Epilogue

this part 2 teaser what drama what will he do when he finds outttt

[troooob]

M. Mmmmmmmm. Mmm? Mmmmmmmm

Yum

HIS BIG BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES AND KITTY PERSONALITY HAVE BEWITCHED ME

[schadentekkers]

As long as you continue giffing and posting Drew, I don’t care which one you do <3 I am bewitched by his giant brown eyes

thank you friend <3 i'm v happy you are enjoying him and his big beautiful eyes

[captain-idkwhattodo]

The Quarry x Wednesday mashup

So I’ve seen all of ‘Wednesday’ and of course the first thing I think about is all of the hacketters as Nevermore students/ outcasts and what creature they would be!

So lets get started,

Kaitlyn

-nagi/naga🐍 (half human half snake)

-I’ve read that nagas are strong, beautiful, and proud creatures who have a semi divine presence. They were also often put on guard duty since they were powerful and I feel like that fits kaitlyn perfectly

-she would have 3 forms: full on giant snake (dark red scales w/a bright red under belly), half human/snake, and a humanish form. Her human look would have patches of scales on her skin, fangs, and snake eyes.

-she can use her eyes to bewitch people and mostly uses it on her friends to stop them from doing dumb things

-she can also swallow big pieces of food without chewing and uses that skill to freak ppl out

Ryan

-Witch🔮 (grandparents practices hoodoo)

-he would be a strong spell caster but I think his specialty would be potions/herbs and fortune telling/ card reading (def using the fact that justice smith can read tarot cards)

-has Wednesday vibes but not as cold but just as quiet. Also has visions but has to directly touch who/whatever so he usually wear gloves

-ironically, actually allergic to bright colors (except white). Like seriously allergic. He told the others this but they assumed it was a joke. Jacob would prank him by leaving pastel colored clothing in his bed. Ryan retaliates by throwing knives at his general direction (Jacob apologizes once he realizes his mistake)

Laura

-Jackalope 🐇 *A/N:I honestly thought they were real so this was a fun dive*

-the lore about them is that they are a powerful and dangerous adversary. They are very defensive, quick, and prefers to face their enemy head on. Leaving their victims bloody and with gouge marks from their horns. Basically Laura

-They could also be persuaded to come to ppl/captured willingly by being offered their fav drink: whisky (this is how her and Ryan became fast friends)

-she has two forms: her jackalope form (a blonde/brown 4ft long rabbit with 1ft long sharp antlers) and her humanish form (her but with 6in long antlers)

-has sent multiple ppl to the nurse for “accidental” injuries

Max

-a normie 👨🏻‍🦰 (you always need one in the group)

-I think it would be so cute for him to try and like look cool in front of the cute, tough girl who is also an outcast and just completely fail but that’s ok cause she’s into that

-he works at an animal shelter and that’s where him and Laura met

-Laura brought Ryan to meet him and by the end of their convo he’s just like “I’ve only know max for 10 minutes but if anything were to happen to him I’d kill everyone in the room and then myself”

-will throw hands if you talk badly about outcasts

Dylan

-werewolf 🐕

-has Enid vibes but has more of a soft boy/ gamer aesthetic and more sarcastic. Complete golden retriever energy

-is very tactile in a ‘little shit’ kinda way and scent marks his “pack” (with their permission of course)

-is definitely a “stoner” ;)

-has 3 forms. Full shift (looks more like the regular werewolves than hairless dogs), half shift (think ‘Teen wolf’ with the wolf features, sharp canines, glowing eyes, pointy ears, and sideburns), and human  

-is the one who’ll howl randomly throughout, causing others to do it too 

Abi

-psychic 🌌

-her powers would work be similar to how Xavier’s does

-she doesn’t have to touch anything to activate it. She will put out her notebook then call on a vision and draw what’s in it

-she can control it but sometimes they will come randomly, forcing her into a trance like state and draw on whatever’s available

-can bring her drawings to life. She has several tattoos that has her magic in it. They come move and also hop off her body if she wants it. If the drawing gets damaged too much then it poofs and reappears back where it was drawn

Emma

-halfling 🧚🏼‍♀️ (half fae, half human)

-like full blooded faes, she’s very beautiful and charming. Enchanting ppl around her (even through a screen). Unlike full blooded faes, she can’t out right brainwash a person. Just make them feel very compelled to do what she asks

-her ‘stage persona’ is still very whimsical/ airhead

-her other abilities are: super strength, because of her glamor ability she can read others emotions but can’t change them, and photokinesis (able to shoot and manipulate light with her mind) 

-in her fae form, her eyes glow completely white, her teeth turn razor sharp, and her fingers turn black and grows long claws on them

Nick

-siren 🧜🏼‍♂️

-wanted to pick something to go with the “puppy dog eyes/ steel BBQ grill under that shirt” comment. Also how Australia has many pretty creatures that can def kill you

-I feel like Nick is such a cool dude (when he’s not putting on an act) that everyone has had a small crush on him at some point. Some think he’s using his powers but no, he’s just like that✨

-his two forms would be: his human form (with bright blue and brown eyes color) and his siren form which has more of “traditional” siren look then what was on the show (his eyes go completely black, razor sharp teeth, and long claws)

-His scale coloring would be a mix of greys, whites, and blues

Jacob

-also a werewolf 🐕

-has Bernese mountain dog energy (saw a TikTok that said guys with this energy are basically himbos, the loudest one in the room without realizing it, and sometimes forget how large they are. Jacob to a T)

-also has 3 forms (full wolf, half shift, human)

-very tactile in a ‘big dog who thinks they’re small/ forgets their big’ way