#blythe household

[simsreaper]

| The Blythe’s own the local pet shop in the town that mainly Harriet Blythe runs while her husband, Avner Blythe works at the hospital. They only have one child and for now that seems like enough for them, though as a doctor in training, Avner is worried about having more with Harriet. |

[raviollies]

TAVERN NIGHT!

Been chipping away at this for several months, but finally completed! Featuring our entire CoS party, from the left: Lancelot, Arameia, Eirwen, Ez, Jien, Vasilli, Blythe and Ireena (& Rahadin lurking in the back)

[torturedcoveydepartment]

I won’t stop looking for a man until I find myself a guy as respectful and as much of a gentleman as Tom Blyth.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

woke her up from her third nap of the day

[decrlydeparted]

TAGS: PLACES/HOUSEHOLDS 2

( → eztel foundation )

( → sharp blanchet household )

( → frostell household )

( → nyx household )

( → nectaria lynton estate )

( → nocturne estate )

( → grace household )

( → bathory estate )

( → salem | club )

( → circus blythe )

( → addis | bookstore )

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: Hard Contract (1.5, LWT, 1972)

"I was just wondering what it was like to kill somebody."

"Well, that's a nice thought to start the day, innit?"

"In all my stint in the army, I never did. Not like -"

"Not like me."

"Yeah, well, you bagged a few terrorists in your time, didn't you? I was just wondering..."

"What it was like?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it... it was like... like nothing. You just sit on a roof and wait. For movement. The sun on a rifle. Just a flash, a glint. The first bullet gets you - or gets them, it's as simple as that."

"No involvement?"

"None."

[storm-angel989]

🎀IM SORRY FOR BLOWING UP YOUR INBOX! But Val/Vox(idrc which one) x Anorexic Daughter Reader?🎀

PLEASE READ BEFOREHAND

Hi Friend,

You’re not blowing up my inbox- I keep every request in a google doc and when inspo hits I work on it! If I ever decide I won’t do a request I won’t just delete it- I’ll post and say it directly <3 

Preface for this work:

 I’m considered a plus sized equestrian/plus sized human. Eating disorders come in all shapes, sizes and issues. I believe it’s Blythe Barid who said “If you develop an eating disorder when you are already thin to begin with you go to the hospital. If you develop an eating disorder when you are not thin to begin with, you are a success story.”

Stories like these are based on my own experiences and issues- and on this topic, I’ve had quite a few. Please remember that all bodies are worthy of love and respect, care and concern. It's a tough concept to wrap our heads around, and admittedly I still struggle with it. 

A little background info: 

ED’s are a huge part of my writing that I haven’t published. Ana and Mia are characters I have created (or maybe my own food issues created them). Either way, they’re  separate entities for separate stories- demons that I imagine have their own place in hell as well as in my writings (all of which have been in existence far longer than Hazbin). That being said, naming your ED is something I did and I have done. Even for the purpose of writing this story, the entire thing felt wrong without Ana running the behind the scenes. 

With this one I tried to pain the pain, the anger and frustration behind that never feeling good enough feeling. I would be open to doing part two if folks would be interested. Please also know I’ve written on this topic in several other forms if you explore my masterlist (or I can directly send you the links if you PM me). 

<3 Mandy 

I stepped on the bathroom scale and looked at the number that flashed below. The words of my coach echoed in my mind- I needed to lose the summer weight, or else I would be benched for the rest of the season. She had helpfully provided me with a journal to keep track of my weight, what I ate in a day, activities I did and how many calories I burned in accordance with my VoxTech watch. 

A month ago, I had met her goal, thus ending the weekly weigh-ins. According to her, I had lost enough weight to maintain my place on the team. It was on me now to make sure that I maintained that weight, or lost more. In her exact words, you could never be too skinny. 

“Bebita? Breakfast,” my fathers voice called from the hallway. “Come on, before it gets cold.”

The number told me I hadn’t gained weight, but I hadn’t lost weight either. I picked my backpack up and slung it over my shoulder. 

“Sorry, Dad! I’m late! I’ll eat at school, I promise,” I answered back as I rushed out the door. 

Surely skipping breakfast wouldn’t hurt. 

Skipping breakfast turned into skipping lunch. Skipping lunch turned into avoiding dinner. Sugar free jello and skinny pop became my go to snacks as the numbers in my book slowly but surely began to get smaller. Somewhere, a little voice inside my head began to cheer my successes on the scale. Over time, I learned that she had a name. 

Ana. My secret diet partner. My invisible cheerleader. The willpower I needed to keep going on the hardest days. And most importantly, someone who paid attention to me, 

With each passing day, Ana grew louder. She encouraged me to keep my diet a secret from my family. After all, they wouldn’t understand. Pleasing her, it became almost like an addiction- a game I played with myself to see just how little I could become. Food became nothing more than numbers, an obsession that consumed every minute, every second of my thoughts and desires. 

In my household, it wasn’t hard to keep it to myself. Hell, one could argue that I wasn’t technically even keeping it a secret. My father had a very important job, after all. And my Auntie Velvette and Uncle Vox also wouldn’t have had the opportunity to make the connection. A quick, I ate earlier, sorry! And I got off scott free. Ana cheered with each no thank you I uttered. My head between my knees after practice had become a ritualistic practice. Waiting for the black spots to fade, taking deep breaths to try to regain the energy to stand up and walk out to the awaiting limo. It wasn’t like there was anyone waiting at home for me anyway. 

On the daily, I kept a careful eye on my voxtech watch. The first time my blood sugar dropped, I got a call from Vox. Paniced waves rushed through me. A suggestion from Ana to bribe to a friendly tech demon. A brief trade later, I had constant vitals being sent from my watch, my real ones hidden behind a password. With this newfound freedom, outside of homework and practice, my time normally devoted to hobbies or hanging out with friends became time to sleep. After all, I was working on the perfect body. I needed my rest. 

For almost six months, Ana and I were best friends. 

Saturday morning. Game day. One of the busiest days for my father. After all, lust and depravity raked through the weekends like wildfire. Or at least, that was what he claimed. I stood in front of the mirror trying desperately to tighten the drawstring 

“Hey bebita?” I heard my fathers voice call from the hallway. “Baby, are you up?”

“Yeah, Dad. I have a game today,” I snapped as I tied another knot in the string. 

Why the fuck wouldn’t these stupid shorts stay up? I fumed to myself. Every part of my body ached, and even yanking on my shorts sent black spots and exhaustion rushing through my body. I leaned my head against the mirror and tried to take a deep breath. I could do this. I had to do this. 

The next thing I heard was my fathers voice, felt his hand shaking my shoulder. It took every ounce of energy to open my eyes. 

“Bebita? Reader, can you hear me?” Valentino asked frantically. “Princessa, wake up, now!”

“I’m fine,” I muttered as loudly as I could. Somehow, I managed to push myself upright. 

“You most certainly are not fine,” he replied sharply. “I’m taking you downstairs to the doctor, right now.”

Doctor. That meant I would miss the game. No, I had an obligation to my teammates. Somewhere in my head, Ana screamed.

Get up, fatass!

You really want to fuck this up for everyone?

You better not let him take you to the doctor, you do that and you’ll never find perfection. 

“I’m fine,” I growled, louder this time. I pulled myself to my feet and black spots dotted my vision. I felt my fathers arms around me and in seconds, I was off the floor and in his arms.

“Put me down, I can walk,” I tried to yell. Inside my head, Ana screamed louder, demands and insults about my current predicament. I pressed my hands to my head and curled my fingers in my hair, “Dad let me down NOW!” 

He ignored me as he carried me down the hallway. 

“Vox? Velvette? Both of you, with me. Now. We have a problem.” He said loudly. 

“Woah, what’s going….” Vox’s voice began. 

I shoved my hand against my father as he walked through the living room.  To my relief, he set me down on the couch. 

“What?” I snarled as three sets of eyes stared at me. “What the fuck are you looking at?” 

Vox checked his phone and then walked over to me. With one finger, he lifted off my Voxtech watch. 

“Hey! Give that back!” I demanded. “I’m going to be late to my game!”

All three of them ignored me. Wordlessly, Velvette walked away and returned moments later, bathroom scale in hand. She set it infront of the couch and gave me a hard look. 

“Step on.” 

“Fuck you,” I snapped as I stood up. I tried to ignore the black spots that danced just out of sight. “My weight is none of your fucking business.”

“Reader!” Valentino said in dismay. “That’s no way to talk to your Aunt.”

“I’m leaving, I’m already late. Thanks, Dad,” I continued sarcastically as I kicked the scale aside. 

Inside, Ana cheered. I bent down to pick up my backpack and the world around me spun. Three steps,  and Vox’s hand gripped my upper arm. The last thing I heard was Ana’s voice screaming indistinguishable words. 

When I came to again, I found myself in a room of gray and blue. Wires stuck out from my chest, and I tried to cough and spit the feeling of something painful in the back of my throat. I tried to reach up, to shove my fingers down my throat, and my skin met padded white cuffs. 

What the fuck?

You’re going to have to work hard to get yourself out of this one, Ana taunted. Great job getting caught, fatass. 

“Hey, baby, it’s alright, Papi is here,” I heard my father’s voice say somewhere far away. 

“Mr. Valentino, I promise we’ll be in touch when she’s more stable,” a new voice said. “For now, it might be best to give her some space to…”

Indistinguishable arguments. My fathers refusal and reminder of who exactly was in charge here. My Uncle Vox and Aunt Velvette chiming in, a mix of talking him down and agreement. 

Panic shot through me as the haze slowly began to wear away. Realization. Through the fog, only one word came to mind. 

Fuck.

[gatabella]

"I believe in taking care of your hands. I don’t go to a manicurist, but I take painstaking care of my hands and nails myself. I rub hand lotion into my hands after I’ve done some household task. I keep my nails carefully filed, to a nice oval length—never that long, long length. Naturally, it goes without saying that I keep my nails very clean. I use a nail brush and soap for this, and also clean them with an orange stick during the day. Whenever I use nail polish, I use the colorless, or very pale pink."

"I don’t believe in the same hair style day in and day out. One way may be definitely more becoming than another, but you get so bored with yourself! I change my hair around several times a week. Sometimes I comb it back with big four-inch combs. Other times I pile it on top of my head."

-Ann Blyth, Photoplay, Jan. 1951

[black-arcana]

Watch: LZZY HALE, CRISTINA SCABBIA And COURTNEY LAPLANTE Take Part In SPOTIFY's 'Women Of Metal: Roundtable'

Spotify has released a "Women Of Metal: Roundtable" episode featuring SPIRITBOX's Courtney LaPlante, HALESTORM's Lzzy Hale and LACUNA COIL's Cristina Scabbia.

They didn't wait for permission — they carved their own path. LaPlante, Hale and Scabbia open up about their journey in metal, breaking through barriers, and transforming the genre through their passion, talent, and unbreakable bond.

Watch the full discussion below.

SPIRITBOX's sophomore album, "Tsunami Sea", was released on March 7 via Pale Chord/Rise Records.

SPIRITBOX recently completed a European tour, which included a February 13 concert at London's iconic Alexandra Palace, marking the band's largest headline show to date with 10,000 tickets sold.

SPIRITBOX will launch the "Tsunami Sea" North American tour on April 3 in Dallas, Texas. The 24-date trek — produced by Live Nation — brings LOATHE, DYING WISH and GEL along for the ride, tearing through cities across the U.S. and Canada.

This summer, SPIRITBOX will step onto even bigger stages, joining LINKIN PARK for select stadium dates in Italy, the Netherlands, and the U.K.

Formed in 2017 in the picturesque yet isolated region of Victoria, British Columbia, Canada by LaPlante and Courtney's husband Mike Stringer, SPIRITBOX cemented itself as a household name in hard rock circles in the summer of 2020 with the release of its blistering breakout single "Holy Roller", along with a host of other captivating singles shortly after, resulting in a media firestorm of hype.

Earlier this year, Lzzy and her HALESTORM bandmate Joe Hottinger completed "Halestorm's Lzzy And Joe: The Living Room Sessions" tour featuring the duo performing acoustic, stripped down versions of HALESTORM favorites and the music that inspired the band.

HALESTORM has spent the last few months recording the follow-up to 2022's "Back From The Dead" album with producer Dave Cobb.

Cobb has shared in nine Grammy wins, including four for "Best Americana Album" and three for "Best Country Album". He's also been named "Producer Of The Year" by the Country Music Awards, the Americana Music Association (twice) and the Music Row Awards, and has been a Grammy nominee in the category.

Last summer HALESTORM and I PREVAIL completed a co-headlining tour. Produced by Live Nation, the trek was also the catalyst and the creative spark for HALESTORM and I PREVAIL's collaborative track "Can U See Me In The Dark?", which was released last June.

"Back From The Dead" has tallied over 100 million streams worldwide. Rolling Stone called the title track "a biting but cathartic howler about overcoming all obstacles," and that song as well as "The Steeple" marked their fifth and sixth number ones at rock radio, respectively. Associated Press said the album "will definitely be in the running for best hard rock/metal album of the year." Their previous album, "Vicious", earned the band their second Grammy nomination, for "Best Hard Rock Performance" for the song "Uncomfortable", the band's fourth #1 at rock radio, and led Loudwire to name HALESTORM "Rock Artist Of The Decade" in 2019.

LACUNA COIL's latest album, "Sleepless Empire", was released on February 14, 2025 via Century Media Records.

Inspiration to create "Sleepless Empire" came during the sessions for "Comalies XX" (2022),the acclaimed remake of LACUNA COIL's breakthrough third record "Comalies". Writing and recording took place in northern Italy between Milano (the band's hometown) and Como, where SPVN Studios are located. As with their previous albums, production was done in house with LACUNA COIL bassist Marco "Maki" Coti Zelati at the helm, and artwork was hand curated by the talented Italian artist Roberto Toderico. Two other very special talents enrich the album, namely the guest vocalists: LAMB OF GOD's Randy Blythe on the song "Hosting The Shadow" and NEW YEARS DAY's Ash Costello on "In The Mean Time".

[fbfh]

Tristin Dugray lore hcs

wc: 1k

warnings: mentions of broken/dysfunctional families, tristin's siblings both have drug problems, mentions of sexism and abortion (v briefly), mentions of cheating (also v briefly), tristin is not super close with his siblings, brief mention of DUIs (not tristin), I think that's it??

summary: lore on Tristin's family whipped up in my little plastic play kitchen by yours truly lol

a/n: I MISS HIM!!!! I SAW SOME GIFS THAT MADE ME SALIVATE!!!!! also!! in case it wasn't obvious the Dugray family is based on the real life Dupont family, just like how the Huntzbergers are based on the Sulzbergers

song recs: family jewels - Marina (ouch!), be here - palaye royale, everything is romantic - charli xcx

The Dugray family have made their fortune as far back as the American revolution, starting with immigrating to America and manufacturing gunpowder for the American soldiers

This eventually led to the Dugray family owning one of the largest and most established chemical manufacturing corporations in America, DuGray

They invented a number of household names like pyrex, teflon, styrofoam, and even superglue, and also make ppe for people who work with or around chemicals

A while back, they also acquired two bank chains on the east coast, one of which is for east coast businesses, and the other is expanding slowly across america. 

The Dugray family’s net worth is roughly 18.6 billion. I know. 

Also, the Huntzberger family’s net worth is roughly 21.7 billion. I know.

Tristin mentions at one point that he has a “matching set” of baggage with Paris, and we know Paris’s parents are not at all close to her, or each other

We also know that her father is the head of a pharmaceutical company, and when her parents divorced it was in the newspaper

So yikes!

Anyway the only family mentioned by name is Janlon Dugrey, his paternal grandfather (I’m assuming if Janlon was his mom’s dad he would have a different last name yk)

So OBVIOUSLY I had to flesh things out a little 

Looking at this family tree I made a while ago, Tristin has two older siblings: his oldest brother Royce, and his older sister and middle sibling Sutton

They’re both a bit older than Tristin, since his mom is their dad’s second wife

Truett DuGrey married Helena Holshire and had Royce, then Sutton

They divorced when Royce was around 7 and Sutton was almost 5 because Helena suspected Truett of cheating, and Truett suspected Helena of being a gold digger

Both were true

A couple years later, Truett is introduced to Blythe Ross while working on publicity for the banks his family as acquired 

Blythe and Truett didn’t necessarily get along, but she could handle him better than most other women he’s met 

They were actually introduced through Mitchum Huntzberger and his wife Shira, because Shira and Blythe are sisters

Surprise!

So Blythe gets pregnant and Truett can feel another Helena gold digger situation coming

That’s when Blythe tells him she can’t go to his work event because she has to go to a clinic

Truett stops in his tracks and realizes three things at the same time

Blythe is not in fact using a pregnancy to try and get access to his money

He loves his son Royce as much as he’s able to, but he’s already becoming apathetic and Truett can’t pass over the family business to someone with no drive or ambition

Royce is 10 by the way

Lastly, he realizes that this might actually be beneficial to him

So he convinces Blythe not to get an abortion and to elope instead

Once she gets her body back after the baby they’ll stage some wedding photos and claim it was from a little over a year ago so no one knows he had the baby out of wedlock

When she’s 18 weeks along, he schedules a private ultrasound to find out the baby’s gender

He tells her that if it’s a boy, everything will be fine

If it’s a girl, he’ll serve her annulment papers and nice fat alimony and child support checks to keep both of them out of his life

Blythe isn’t sure if she’s relieved or not when the doctors announce they’re going to be having a healthy baby boy, but Truett sure is

So he grows up watching his burnt out older brother and back bone of the family older sister navigate middle school and high school when he’s barely starting kindergarten

They don’t have any harsh feelings toward Tristin

Not really

They were just never that close yk

It’s like the pilot of umbrella academy, “we only see each other at weddings and funerals”

Except really, they only see each other when Truett forces them into whatever is going on with the family business, or to bail each other out of trouble

Royce is just waiting for his trust fund to kick in so he can fuck off and smoke weed in peace

Sutton is desperately trying to keep her image and life together while hiding her nicotine dependency and steadily growing pill problem from the public eye

And Tristin just wants to fucking feel something

His mom has been in and out of “med spas” and “wellness retreats” for so long he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t recognize him, and the only time he and his dad talk is when he’s making charges go away

Sutton is engaged to this guy Clint

And he’s fine or whatever, Tristin hasn’t really talked to him much before

But he’s keeping his ear to the ground to make sure he treats his sister right

Sure Sutton can be condescending and a total control freak and act more like a mom than his actual mom

But she’s still his sister

So Sutton’s been off planning this huge wedding and trying to start some lifestyle brand for luxury dog beds and organic phone cases or something

Royce barely managed to keep his latest DUI for driving stoned under wraps but Truett still found out and sent him off to rehab

So Tristin starts high school at Chilton feeling almost lonelier than ever

Tristin aches for consistency, for stability

Thanks to Duncan and Bowman he sort of has that

And people like Paris that he’s literally been in school with since he can remember

It’s not that they’re particularly close, but he just likes that she’s always around when he’s going to and from class

There’s a few other people like that too, loose acquaintances that haven’t dropped out or transferred

They make him feel like even if everything else has gone to shit, he still has his winning personality

And he still has Chilton

[elizabeth-of-avonlea]

warm tea

Pairing: Gilbert Blythe × fem!reader

Warning: sfw

Summery: You started to visit the Blythe household after Mary gave birth to Delphine. You don't see Gilbert during those visits because he's at Dr. Wards. But today, he came back early.

English isn't my first language, so don't be too harsh if you see grammar mistakes

Mary was asleep after finally managing to put Delphine to sleep. She was exhausted as you came, as usual after school, to the Blythe household, so you forced her to take a break while you made lunch for her, Delphine and Bash. He was outside, working on something.

You never minded helping. In fact, you loved it. It was nice to be helpful, especially to such a wonderful family as the Lacroix family. The soup would be done soon, and you'd wake Mary and call Bash in. After they ate, you would go home, do some house chores and homework, and then go to bed.

It wasn't like you visited every day. Maybe twice a week, maybe thrice. Depended on how much you had to do at home or how tired you were. Today was a wonderful day, though. You weren't tired at all after school, probably because nothing dramatic happened. No drama. And god knows how drama drains you.

You were too deep in your thoughts to notice the door opening. You were thinking of Anne and Diana. Of how tomorrow you would go into the forest and play another game that Anne would think of. Of how you couldn't wait to go home and lay in your armchair and do something silly and unimportant.

"Y/N"

You yelped, jumped back, and let them spoon fall as Gilbert stood not far away, equally surprised as you practically acramed. He was—even though it sounded ridiculous, considering that this is his house—the last person you expected to see. You quickly covered your mouth with your hands, recalling that Delphine was asleep. And then, to your horror, you heard her cry. Muttering something under your breath, you hurried to her before Mary would awake.

While holding Delphine in your arms and trying to calm her down, you thought of how foolish you looked a minute ago. Of course, Gilbert would be here. Why were you so shocked anyway? Well, maybe because he was never at home when you were visiting. He was at Dr. Wards, and he returned when you were usually gone. Usually. You forgot that he could even be at home when you were present.

Thankfully, Delphine fell asleep quite quickly, without waking Mary. You made your way back into the kitchen, where Gilbert was picking up the spoon and wiping away the soup that was on the spoon, which was now on the floor.

"No, no, let me do it" You hurried towards him.

"There’s no need in that. You let the spoon fall because of me. " He smiled. You couldn't argue with that. Whether that was his statement or his smile, you didn't know.

With a sigh, you checked on the soup. It would be done in 30 minutes or so. What would you do in the meantime? You never talked to Gilbert, not really. In class, maybe, when Anne was as always bickering with him. But otherwise? No. Gilbert was taking off his coat while your eyes saw a cup. Right! You could make him a cup or tea!

"Should I make you some tea?" You asked.

"That would lovely, thank you"

Making tea was easy, and the best part of it was that you could talk to him (asking how he wanted his tea) without bothering to think of a topic to talk about first. He sat at the table after he checked on Mary and Delphine. He was kind, and you liked that about him. You never understood why Anne seemed to dislike him so much. He was the only guy in your class who didn't give you a headache.

As you placed down the cup in front of him, you noticed that you had made a cup of tea for yourself as well. It was a habit, but you forgot to think if Gilbert even wanted to drink tea with you. And sitting down also ment talking about something. You didn't have that something to talk about. But thankfully, Gilbert spoke first.

"Have you studied for the test?" He asked while you seated on the opposite side of the table. You haven't in fact.

"Not really. I looked over it quickly. " Was that a lie, you wondered. Not really. Gilbert continued to talk. Meanwhile, you were stuck between listening and concentrating on his face. Since when does he have freckles? They were barely there, so faint. And, oh, that chin. He looked like he belonged in a dramatic fantasy novel where he was the prince and.. Ruby? Was the Princess.

Dammit, Ruby got her hands on him first, which was quite the shame.

"Are you — on Wednesday?" Gilbert asked, but you didn't hear him.

"Huh?"

"I was asking.." Gilbert now hesitated. Only then did you understand that whatever he asked took him a lot of courage, and now, to re-ask wasn't easy. "On Wednesday, after school, I could walk you here.. Of course, only if you're planning on visiting us that day. And, also, if you're up for it"

You were quiet for a moment. Walking, him, you, home? Wasn't that something couples did, or, well, a couple that clearly had romantic feelings for each other? You gulped. It was embarrassing to think of it. It was also embarrassing to look at him, so you looked down at the cup, and your face was flushed.

Ruby wouldn't forgive you that. Neither would Josie, Jane, or Tillie. But you really wanted to walk with Gilbert. He was sweet and fun, such a gentleman. Who wouldn't want to walk with him? But would that one walk be worth of being shut out from your friend group? But before you could decide, Bash walked in, all exhausted and sweaty.

"Phew, it's dreadfully hot out." Bash smiled, and then his eyes fell on both of them. On flushed you and on nervous Gilbert. "Did I miss something? Gilbert, you're home early"

Gilbert nodded while you stood up and checked on the soup again. You had to do something, anything, but look or think about Gilbert or his offer. Eventually, you told the boys that the soup would be done in 20 minutes. Then, with a few goodbyes, you left the Blythe household, not sure whether you made a mistake by not accepting Gilbert's offer.

[queenmimi2817]

OC Character Sheets

For

Myers Blythe

Canidae

and Cani’s biological parent, Lyle

I have a lot of art cooking and comms to post so i’ll be doing that for a bit while i work on my big holiday project. (half way done.)

Let’s also hope my household gets the tree up today, (yet I can all ready feel the sluggish energy, but it’s almost con time and i have been non-stop creating or doing art since the beginning of the year.)

[redthemarten]

Felt the need to draw one of my OCs, since he doesn't get enough screentime!! This is Blythe, the most tired police officer in the district.

He's a character created to join my friends' "Supernatural Investigation Police Department" au. The world of the supernatural phenomena is mostly foreign to him, but upon being discovered as a wielder of an ancient curse which lets him perceive things normal people (and often even the sn creatures themselves) cannot, he gets his ass dragged over to the department of the weirdos.

He also shares his lodgings with a gossipy household spirit named Lys, whose two favourite hobbies are reading steamy fanfics and also writing equally steamy fanfics based on Blythe's life.

[ruiningsalads]

Happy Friday!!!! <3 I'm so sorry if this is Terrible but you said to send you something unhinged and this is all I've got so um. ghost!Ingellvar, but like they're a classic sheet ghost? It's up to you whether it's a costume or if they're literally just like a floating sheet

this prompt had me scream laughing. this is everything I ever could have hoped for.

a silly Veilguard ficlet for @dadrunkwriting

"You're going to get that ghost out of my house, right?" Lord Blythe stared pleadingly up at Emmrich, his mud-brown eyes overbright.

"Yes, my good sir, I shall do my best," Emmrich assured him with a small bow. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

He didn't voice any of his suspicions to the nervous Lord, though he was almost certain he knew what was happening. The family reported hearing footsteps at night, and then food would be missing the next morning. Only one maid ever laid eyes on the suspected haunting, but her description raised more questions than it answered.

As Emmrich explored the Blythe home, he kept his senses alert for any true spirit activity. "Hello? If you can hear me, you'd best come out." When he didn't hear any kind of response, he pressed on. "I know what it's like to be hungry and desperate, but masquerading as a ghost isn't the answer. I'd like to help you, if you'd let me."

He entered the kitchen and would have kept talking, but movement out of the corner of his eye pulled his attention. He followed the flash of white into the walk-in pantry and found the culprit standing nervously in the middle of the small room. Whoever it was, they'd taken a plain white sheet and draped it over themselves, then convinced the entire household that they were a ghost.

Honestly, it wasn't the worst Emmrich had ever seen.

"Now why don't we take that sheet off, and then we can talk." Though the figure shrunk back, Emmrich pressed forward and got a firm grasp of the sheet, then pulled it free.

But where he expected to see a person, there was nothing but cold air.

[vahalia-cress]

What is the pettiest thing your OC has ever done? Are they embarrassed about it now?

Oh haha.... whew, what a question! I'll put this below a cut due to the graphic nature and more dark and macabre text to the answer.

Stabbed a bed buddy for getting involved in family affairs even after she asked them not to. Their heart was in the right place but she took that as a slight; things have been sour between them since.

Placing a wolf's head outside the door of a certain Captain's cabin as a message.

She's also been known to send people strange things and cursed objects in the form of gifts.

Cutting out her sister-in-law's eye with a dirk for (as Vahalia perceived it as) lying to her.

Just might have [redacted] a whole household for [redacted].

Slept with someone out of spite to slight another.

Once forbade her sister from leaving the Ishgardian estate after Valeria was caught going against Vahalia's counsel and stoking her ire, causing more issues that Valeria was in the dark about.

Had a certain information broker's five men hunted down and brought to some measure of payback after she learned the information broker had been tailing her sister, Valeria, after being told to stay clear of her. They were killed and all of their eyes and tongues were returned to the sender in a pretty box as a clear message.

Not sure which is the worst or pettiest but they're all pretty petty in their own right. Readers can take their pick!

That aside, Vahalia does not feel any shame for any of the above listed. In her mind, she was only ever forced to act with violence in ways that: 1: The receiver could understand. 2: They fucked around and found out. 3: Her hand was forced after giving multiple warnings. 4: After exerting far too much patience and grace than what they deserved.

Thank you for the question @mimble-sparklepudding! 💚

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