#ec x ec

[nheystyle]

waterpark

art by @nheyguys

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Jason having a secret partner is so in brand. Man would have a whole ass kid and not tell anyone bc of crippling anxiety spite

"How long did you know?" Bruce asked sourly, accepting the mug of tea Alfred proffered.

"I've known almost from the beginning," Alfred admitted, trying and failing not to sound smug.

Bruce's eyes narrowed and the butler shrugged. "I counseled him to tell her the truth if he thought she was trustworthy. By happy accident she was working at a restaurant that Cobblepot was using to launder cash at the time."

"So-"

"So," Alfred continued, "By happy accident she was well placed to feed him information no one could trace back to her. AND she happens to be a fantastic chef."

"How did they meet?" Bruce sighed. He had a headache. This IS something Jason would do. Have a double life stacked on a double life.

"They're usually vague on the details. But at least one of them was inebriated. Of that I'm reasonably certain."

"Hn."

"She's lovely. And her mother adores Jason."

"You've met her mother?" And more importantly if you had family how much did THEY know? If your mother was close enough to you to 'adore' Jason-

"Of course. A couple Sundays a month they host informal dinners. And of course dinner for the strays- as Miss Y/N is pleased to call anyone who doesn't have another place to go for holidays."

"Hn."

"Lively certainly but not quite my cup of tea."

"Hn." Jason had a life. Friends. A whole network and none of them had even known.

"Don't pout," Alfred scolded. "You can't blame-"

"It's dangerous."

"Your love interests have criminal records," Alfred scoffed. "Her fondest ambition is to own a farm-to-table restaurant and teach ex-convicts to cook."

"Alfred-"

"She's delightfully normal. And she makes a lovely pot roast."

[kay-i]

Matchy-matchy

[afacelesschampion]

The fates already fucked me sideways Swinging by my neck from the family tree

Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

[whenmemorydies]

I wonder if Carmy would have gone as hard as he did in season 3 if his ass hadn’t gotten stuck in that fridge at the end of season 2.

[yannaryartside]

Shapiro’s angle

I don't think this guy is bad news, or a bad guy per se.

I think he is just an opportunist. And I think he is doing this mostly for himself.

I may be wrong, but for me, the most on-the-nose foreshadowing about Shapiro was Luca telling him:

"Are you getting your sticky fingers on everything again?"

This was right before he asked to talk to Sydney (about the partnership) at Ever's funeral. It was definitely a sign.

Now, it could be a warning about his bad intentions; sticky fingers could be related to wanting to trap someone and never let them go. Maybe Syd should have Pete revise that new partnership agreement.

Mostly, I have a hard time thinking Andrea Terry would have a CDC that was actually toxic or damaging; his true colors would have shown at some point, and she would have known. Maybe that's me being optimistic. Maybe he would show his actual colors when he doesn't have to answer to anybody. Luca hasn't seemed to get awful vibes from him, either.

FINGERPRINTS OF LEGACY

But I associate the sticky fingers comment more with Shapiro wanting to get a "fingerprint" on Sydney. The way a fingerprint may alter the presentation of a fine ceramic plate. Is about marking it as yours, it was in your hands.

Shapiro may think that he has gotten as good as he can get on his own merit, he said he would have stayed with Andrea forever if she hadn't closed Ever, which is a remark on his lack of ambition as a cdc. I think he may be a chef who (also, as he said) is tired of the all-day cooking job, but he still wants to get some glory under his name without all the work. Proteges are a good way to do that.

The only thing about Sydney he knows that could indicate her potential (besides her cooking, which he only tested once) is that she works for Carmen. Carmen has been awarded the best in the world, and the fact that he sees something in Sydney may be enough for Shapiro to bet on her (and a huge bet, considering how much freedom he promised her). Now, what kind of mentor would he be? I would like to think he will try to be Andrea and see where it gets him.

He may have seen the bear's kitchen's obvious lack of functionality and seen it as an opportunity to steal Carmy's best asset from him while she is still unknown by the industry. She could become more expensive to get in the future if she gets a name under Carmen. Shapiro has better chances to get her now. He may even say in the future that he was the only one capable of forming her like a chef while Carmy didn't.

So yeah, he is making a bet on an unknown asset with the hope that it will pay off later since Carmys is not looking. We don't know much about his character besides the fact that at Ever, everyone was cool with him.

I DON'T WANT SYDNEY TO FAIL OR GET SCREWED

Besides how much I care for her—I know it sounds obvious—I don't think it would be a good narrative for the show either way.

Because she has survived Carmy, that has been horrible, but in terms of women in the workplace, at least she doesn't have to worry about being exploited (or other horrible things that we know could happen in these spaces) because Carmy cares about her well-being, the same as the rest of the family.

So, if she hypothetically goes with Shapiro because her voice is being drowned under Carmy's madness, and then Shapiro screws her over, and Carmy has to rescue her.

I am sorry, fuck that.

Because what is the lesson on that? Women should stick around toxic behavior, being grateful that at least they are not taken advantage of? Better the devil you know than the one you don't? Sydney is very capable, and you will punish her for believing in herself?

image by @gingergofastboatsmojito

[hiwthi-sh]

The Old Water Tower

[gauloiseblue]

Intro

(König × Reader)

[A/N: this is an experiment since it's not your usual fic but an interactive one. I wanted to make some kind of CYOA or simulation game, but I didn't have the time (and motivation) to create the program. Anyway, let me know what you think ^^]

Your parents called you to the dining room, to talk about their promise.

When you walk into the room, you notice the cardboard box in the table. It looks rather old, but well kept. 

“(Name).” You heard your mother call, “Come, sit with us.”

You nod as you pull the seat.

“You told me that you want to talk about something.” You begin, “Is it serious?”

“Oh, no, not at all, dear.” Your mother reassured, “It’s, um, it’s nothing like that. We just want to give this back to you.”

She gently moves the box towards you. “It’s all yours. Your old things.”

You look at your mother, before your eyes move to your father. They both nod, as they encourage you to open it. You were hesitant for a second, until you caught the glimpse of white inside of the box.

“I hope you’ll forgive us for keeping those things from you.” Your father sighs, as you rummage through your old belongings, “We took them because you kept having a nightmare when you’re small. It made us worry, so we did everything we could to comfort you. But we did promise to return them to you when you’ve grown up.”

“I thought it’s already gone.” You mused, as you held the white music box in your hands.

“No, we couldn’t throw it out. Because it’s your treasured item.” Your mother chuckled, “You weren’t a demanding child, but you begged us to buy you the music box when we visited an old shop. You were so happy when we brought it home.” There’s a hint of apprehension in her voice, “But, um, but your nightmare started getting worse. You’d come to our room, crying, while telling us that there’s a woman in the mirror.” She shook her head, “We were scared at that time, we even resorted to psychic’s help, but it didn’t help. One of them even said that it’s just an ordinary item, that it’s not possessed at all.”

“That happened?” You frowned, “I didn’t know that…”

“You’re still a child, (Name).” You could hear your father smile, “Of course you couldn’t remember that.”

You share a chuckle with them, before a strange silence settles between the three of you. 

“Is there something else you wanna talk about?” You asked, and they both looked down.

“I know that you’ve had your suspicions for a long time, but we never talked about it because we didn’t want to make you sad.”

Your father shifts a folder that was hidden under the box earlier, and pushes it to your table.

“Everything you want to know about you and your past, it’s all there.” He stated, “You can read it if you want, but you should know that, whatever your choice is, we’ll still love you the same.”

Your eyes fall to the file beside the box. You…

【Take the file】 【Push the file away】

[yanaleese]

if ur fine with nsfw asks, could you maybe do some nsfw headcannons for karma? <3

maybe just the basics like dom/sub, how he acts in the bedroom ect ect (can u tell i never send asks HELP 😭)

if not that's perfectly okay! some sfw ones could be cute too, like his favorite way to cuddle or his love language??

anyways im obsessed with him and had to send in an ask 😪 thank u for blessing me with this wonderful man

LMAO no problem! Also Anon I feel you with the obsession...my friend and I were both simping harder than our willpower to do our exams 😭😭😭😭

Also since this is the first NSFW ask I've decided to split this up into separate posts later on+ a little art to tease your weak heart ❤️. Please enjoy reading what's under the cut.

Content warning: FEMALE reader, HARD explicit smut, detailed kinks such as impregnation, overstimulation, all that good stuff. Please note that this is for 17+ audiences only.

"WAIT! KARMA! THE CAMERA-"

CRASH!!!

Karma Sangre - Normal NSFW:

When Karma is calm and collected, he's the one usually in control. But if you want to play the dom in the relationship, he's happy to step down! Just make sure you let him know, otherwise he'll take that as a challenge and his excuse to fuck the living shit out of you.

Usually before things get steamy, he'll be worshipping your body with kisses and teasing you with all kinds of lewd words from A to Z. When he's horny, he's a lot more talkative, which makes both his raspy voice and soft lips a dangerously sexy combination. It gets even worse when his steamy voice presses against your ears, tempting you into giving in to his lustful wishes.

Once he hears you plead in sexual frustration, he'll begin licking and biting his favorite spots - your earlobe, your tits, your neck. He especially goes after the neck, making sure that your collarbone is left with some bloody bites.

After littering your body in saliva and bites, Karma will book a one-way ticket to Pussyland. To him, missing out on stimulating your clit is missing a chance at seeing you squirm, moan and whimper just by his tongue alone. The piercing on his tongue doesn't help either, as it quickens your climax even further.

Satisfied seeing your pussy drenched in his saliva and your cum, he'll kindly rub your entrance slowly, starting with one digit, and eventually his entire hand. Well, that depends on how long you want to play the 'tough girl' act.

If you decide to go down that route, say your prayers, because your pussy is going to be obliterated...with toys. What, did you think disobedient girls like you get cock? Please. If there's one thing Karma can't turn down is a challenge. By turning down Karma, you lose your privileges of being his personal fleshlight. But hey, at least you can be his personal toyfucker instead!

Now if you decide to be docile, and play the "good girl" act, you can kiss your legs, your pussy and your pride goodbye. With that 7-inch erect cock, your folds will be spasming and tightening so much that it'll drive both you and Karma mad. The poor mattress will be creaking constantly as that veiny cock of his pounds fucking deep into pussy, begging to cum straight into your fertile womb.

Whilst you're struggling to take the pleasure, Karma will be busy murmuring in Spanish about how good you feel as he holds your legs over his shoulder, his huge hands rubbing and licking your aroused nipples before burying his moans in it with words like "Te amo" + "Ven conmigo" and so much more; Duolingo would be so proud of you!

When you're both about to climax, he roughly grabs your chin, pulling you in a tongue-twisting kiss. From the kiss alone, you can already feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, barely registering the warm, gooey liquid dripping from your pussy to your twitching legs.

As you try to recover by taking deep breaths, you're hit with the reality that your amazing, horny boyfriend is (un)fortunately an amazing bodybuilder with more strength and stamina than your body can take.

Staring at him with a mix of lust and horror, you whine and mewl, sounding like a dying cat. Yes, you loved this sneaky bastard - but dear Lord you needed a break.

"Sleep, Mami. You'll need it." He slurs while caressing the top of your head, playing with a strand of hair. You felt your eyes beginning to close, blotches of darkness dotting your vision instantaneously, as if on command. Narrowing your eyes, you swore you could see his eyes peeking out of his bangs, revealing his dazed yet sinister gaze.

"Because it's a going to be a long night for you and me."

<>

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And thank you Anon, for sending in this ask ❤️.

ALTERNATE VERSIONS - LIGHT VER. + TATTOO-LESS VER.

[scumbagjaeger]

Rating: 18+ mdni!

Whatever you do, do not imagine Porco realizing he has a breeding kink after inheriting the Jaw Titan (but in an angsty way)

Imagine knowing the Warriors, being friends with Reiner and the others but Porco always hating you for some reason? Like the constant bickering between you two, nothing you say will ever be right in his eyes, etc. You're friends with them all but you're vocal about how heartbreaking their line of work is. Thirteen year lifespan? Porco's adamant that it's their duty to protect and serve Marley, and that it's their legacy to do so, but their abandoning their families and giving up the chance to have families of their own? He just thinks your selfish for putting your own needs before your country.

After Fort Slava, Porco and the other Warriors return, now Porco has inherited the Jaw Titan and there's is a power and honor that he has, but he does feel the weight of his choice as well, and sometimes it keeps him up at night when he thinks about the clock that has started counting down in his mind? And about what you had said about legacy?

Sometime during the first battle in Liberio, Porco is in his titan form and he spots you rushing into a building that's too close to the fighting for his comfort, and he feels an overpowering urge to scream, to emerge from his titan and pull you out of there himself, before you get hurt. But then you're quickly running out, holding a child in your arms? He watches you bring the crying infant to the mother and father. They envelop you with open arms and are crying too, thanking you for saving their child, just moments before the house you were in gets crushed as the battle continues. He thinks about that at night too, how you risked your life to save another. He also can't get the imagine of you holding that child so close to your chest. He remembers you smiling as you discussed your desire for a child someday, and rather shamefully he can feel his chest tighten, a familiar pool of heat forming in his abdomen as he lets his thoughts wander.

Days later, you're with the Warriors again, still fazed with how close you were the warfare and the brutality of it all, and Porco can't even look at you because he's realizing now how close he got to losing you? But you're not even his, what is he talking about. He excuses himself from dinner as soon as you set your plate down next to him, and he can feel your gaze on him as he heads to his room.

Not too long after, there's a knock on his door and it's you, and it's like a dam has opened up. He unleashes everything onto you. How stupid are you, you could have gotten yourself killed, what is he supposed to do with himself if you're gone. It slips out before he can even think about it, but you're holding him, trying to calm him down because somewhere during his meltdown at you he's begun to cry, but he can't help himself from grabbing your jaw and bringing your lips to meet his.

When he feels your hands make their way through his hair, he wastes no time leading you to his bed, not breaking the kiss for a second until you are both panting for air, your back pressed against the cool sheets on his bed and he's already undoing the buttons on your shirt. He's not thinking straight, too delirious and drunk on you to even remove it entirely, so he undoes as many buttons as he can manage before dipping his hand under your shirt and letting the other hand tug down your pants.

Do not think about how messy and sporadic he would be desperately clinging to you as he ruts you into the mattress, biting and leaving marks up and down your body that he wants to stay forever. He wants to stay in your forever, buried deep inside you as your legs are wrapped around him, eyes rolled back and you're letting the prettiest sounds escape your lips.

The request probably falls out of his mouth before he can even process it, all in one go, can-I-cum-in-you and he can hardly contain himself as he hears you whine back yes, please, Porco, cum inside me.

Do not imagine him letting out a whimper when he cums, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck as he shakes, trying to fill you up as much as possible. Not long afterwards he feels your walls tighten around him as you climax and he continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your orgasm while feeding his own arousal once more.

He'd beg you to let him fuck you once more, just to fill you up further with his cum, and to make sure he's put a baby in you. His logic is already out the window but his hands find their way to your jaw and he kisses you so gently as he begs to breed you. His body shakes at the idea and he rambles, half out of his mind in post sex haze and delirium as he babbles about putting a baby in you, his baby, making you his and giving you that child that you so desperately want.

And you let him fuck you again, bringing another orgasm out of the both of you that makes him ache. If you feel your neck start to moisten, the cloth of your shirt dampening as he cries into it, you never say anything. You rub his back and kiss his hair as he fucks into you with the last of his strength, even staying buried in you for a moment after.

After he finally pulls out, he stays in between your legs, resting on top of you, holding you so close it's almost like he's melting into you. He might even snake a hand down and coax his cum back into you as it seeps down your thighs.

Do not think about the type of pillow talk you have with Porco afterwards, where he tells you that you should leave Liberio and find somewhere safer. He promises that he'll find you, no matter where you go, and that maybe you two can even run away together. He'll promise that you'll never work another day in your life and that he'll keep you safe, always.

Whatever you do, do not think about the quiet voice that fills the room as Porco looks up at you and asks, "if it's a boy, d'you think we can name him after Marcel?", and do not think about how his eyes light up when you agree. And do not think about waking up as he's preparing to leave in the morning, promising to be there, but then he's not. Do not think about Reiner looking at you with dread as you ask him where Porco is after the next battle in Liberio. Do not imagine waking up alone the days to come.

[endercreep25]

Some art I did of @pastelaspirations wonderful fanfic 'Perseverance'!

I loved reading it so much <3

Also why is Error and Daisy so fun to draw-?

I'm gonna go ahead and post these but I have more I'm working on. It's just this fic lives rent free in my head now and I'm worried if I don't post now, I'll never post and it'll just turn into more and more until I don't know what to do with them soooooo ye :3 enjoyyyy ig lol

Full page under the cut (There's no bonus or anything :'3 I just like putting the full thing just in case)

Og Ink and Error belong to comyet and loverofpiggies respectively

[nheystyle]

kyle when somebody talks shit about stan

art by @nheyguys

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Yesss emergency contact Jason. I’ve also been thinking about that anon. Does reader know who Jason’s family is??

"Fuck!"

"Jason it's hardly deadly-"

"Still hurts like hell," he snapped at Bruce where he was digging shrapnel out of his leg.

"Jason!"

Every head snaps the direction of your voice. Jaws hit the floor. But from where Alfred had lead you to him, you sprint to Jason's side. Sill in your Sous Chef's jacket and your apron.

People are staring and you couldn't care less. You don't even notice. All you can do is focus on Jason. "I told you not to-"

"Why are you here?" Jason said. Suddenly less worried about the pain in his leg.

"Alfred called me-"

"I'm okay," he said quickly. Reaching up to cradle your cheek in his hand. "I'm okay. Don't cry." Your eyes are too bright and you look terrified.

"You're bleeding everywhere."

"We have an antidote," Jason said, "It'ss stop in a second as soon as he stops digging around in my leg."

"This is all super sweet," Dick said, "But who're you?"

"My girlfriend," Jason mumbled, ears turning scarlet."

"Girlfriend?" several voices yell in unison. "Since when?" Bruce demanded."

"Three years?" you supply, struggling with the math in your head.

"Three years," Jason confirmed. Feeling a little smug when Bruce's eyes widen.

[ineffablecpp]

I know but Charles can get Erik turned on without touching an inch of his skin

#brain sex#

[toastedcatbread]

🐍☁️The Concept of Touch☁️🐍

A Sefikura birthday fic for a certain person. Sephiroth only likes touch from one person (and likes to touch that person a lot, as we see in Remake)!

EC Seph X EC/AC Cloud (Cloud is older)

🐍☁️

The Concept of Touch

Sephiroth hated contact.

Most of the others respected it. Even with just a glance, it was abundantly clear that Sephiroth wasn’t a normal teen. With those unsettling green eyes and short silver hair, the teen was a force of nature to be reckoned with. The katana in his hand only served to make him more intimidating.

The first time someone tried to ruffle Sephiroth’s silver hair, they wound up with a very irate Sephiroth and a near death experience. No one repeated the motion.

So when Cloud Strife, the famed swordsman of Wutai, placed his hand in Sephiroth’s hair, ruffling the strands, the whole squad held their breath and took a step back. Sephiroth’s green eyes were wide as he stared at Strife, his sword still in his hand ready to strike. Instead, the words “That was nicely done, Sephiroth” broke the silence and the smile on Strife’s face was unmistakable. 

Strife lowered his hand, as if he hadn’t just barreled into the teen’s personal space without a second thought, turning back to clean up the battlefield. Sephiroth’s eyes were pinned on Strife’s small, but strong back, the blade in his hand still dripping with their kill. 

The others breathed a sigh of relief when Sephiroth lowered his blade, running forward to Strife’s side to assist him.

–

Cloud hadn’t even realized he had done it until his hand was in Sephiroth’s hair. 

He had half expected Sephiroth to push him aside, snapping at him from the contact. He had half expected Sephiroth to draw his blade in a single movement, impaling him for his insolence. It wasn’t a secret that Sephiroth hated touch.

But Sephiroth hadn’t. In fact, Sephiroth seemed to subconsciously lean into the touch, his eyes wide as the teen stared at him. Cloud had pulled away in an effort not to make the teen uncomfortable, but then Sephiroth followed him.

It started with a single brush. Their hands would meet when Cloud passed a bowl of stew to him when dinner was being served. Sephiroth would sit next to him, his left arm just shy of touching Cloud’s right while they ate meals. Cloud would brush dust off Sephiroth’s silver shoulder pauldron. Sephiroth would reach out and brush his fingers against the fabric of Cloud’s shirt. 

Then, they lingered. Sephiroth would hold the back of Cloud’s shirt when Cloud turned to walk back to camp. Cloud would grab Sephiroth’s wrist to pull him out of danger. Sephiroth would laugh with him, leaning on his shoulder for a brief moment to collect himself when Cloud would tell a joke. Cloud would pat him on the back.

It was inevitable that it would happen again. Before Cloud knew it, he had placed a hand in Sephiroth’s hair after another successful mission, a smile on his face as he ruffled the strands. Sephiroth laughed, leaning against the touch and reaching up to do the same to Cloud’s hair. Cloud dodged the ruffle, but Sephiroth chased after him, trying to catch him.

It wasn’t until Cloud woke up in the middle of the night with the teen buried in the covers pressed against him, did he wonder what on Gaia he was doing. He had only come back to defeat Shinra, not befriend Sephiroth. But when his eyes had landed on that silver hair and those green eyes, Cloud couldn’t help but want to save him.

Sephiroth pressed closer to him with a sigh, his nose against Cloud’s chest as his arm draped around Cloud’s waist. Cloud stared at his sleeping face and slowly relaxed.

For all of his strength, Sephiroth was still just a child at heart.

Cloud closed his eyes and wrapped his arm around Sephiroth’s back.

–

It was the first touch that wasn’t repulsive.

Sephiroth had experienced touch before. The cold touch of latex gloves. The feeling of steel against his skin. The rough hands that grabbed him to pull him into another room, another test, another experiment. Then the brush of disdain that came with it. The ones that recoiled away from his hair, his eyes, his skin. 

Sephiroth understood. They weren’t like him. They took comfort in touch, while Sephiroth did not. He never took offense to the fact that they didn’t extend their hands out to him, nor did their touches bring him comfort. Instead, every single brush sent a wave of repulsion through him, making him nauseous and ill.

Until Cloud.

When Cloud’s hand had landed in his hair, Sephiroth had half expected himself to recoil away from the touch. The warmth of Cloud’s fingers running through his hair, combined with the soothing words of praise had sent something washing over Sephiroth’s senses. His blade had fallen slack in his hands as he realized he was enjoying the contact, chasing after the warmth even when Cloud moved away.

He reached out to Cloud’s hands, his arms, his skin, just to see if Cloud would flinch away from him. He reached out, just to test his own limits, to see if the ruffle of his hair was a fluke, or if Sephiroth, himself, would recoil away from the touch. But Cloud never withdrew from him, even instigating the touches every now and then.

So he buried his face into the warmth of Cloud’s body, soaking up the heat to hide himself away from the cold Wutai evenings. He pressed his face against Cloud’s shirt every night, craving the comfort of Cloud’s touch.

There was something special about Cloud. Sephiroth would turn to him after every battle, both to ensure his safety and to hear the words of praise Cloud had to say. He crawled into Cloud’s bed at night, desperate for the presence of the man who brought him comfort.

If Shinra knew…

“Sephiroth?”

Sephiroth turned to Cloud, his eyes bright as he studied the serious look on Cloud’s face. Slowly, he sheathed his blade, turning fully to him to hear the words he had to say.

“I’ll have to go soon,” Cloud said quietly.

Something in Sephiroth’s stomach churned uncomfortably. Unhappiness brewed in Sephiroth’s expression, his whole body rebelling against the thought of losing the only source of comfort he had. 

“Did Shinra call for you?” Sephiroth asked quietly.

Cloud smiled, but shook his head lightly. There was a brief moment of confusion, but then Sephiroth took a step towards him.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Sephiroth…”

“I’m coming with you, Cloud.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I don’t care.”

“Sephiroth…”

Sephiroth faltered, staring at him. The concern in Cloud’s voice was almost palpable. Cloud wasn’t worried about himself–judging by his abilities, there wasn’t much that could take him down. No, this concern was for Sephiroth. 

“Don’t leave me behind,” Sephiroth whispered.

Blue eyes stared into his soul, but Sephiroth reached for the comfort he had learned to know and crave. Cloud sighed, but embraced him anyway, allowing Sephiroth to stand by his side. 

[beneathsakurashade]

GIVE MY OCS A NAME!! (UPDATED VERSION!!!)

so far all i have is their

pronouns he/they

dorm, scarabia

twisted from the Glass of Conchita

he was born into nobility, decades ago (guys lowkey i was thinking of nico di angelo while creating them).

they were given a necklace on his 17 birthday by a random peddler. this necklace caused time to stop. and since then, hes been 17 for sevens knows long.

the dots on his face are acne scars, they has a nervous habit of picking his skin, usually their mother would cover them with makeup. but shes gone and he hasnt bothered to cover them back up.

edit, theyre very kind and def a people pleaser, and hes constantly looking out for the underclassmen.

lowkey hispanic??? idk i see conchita as hispanic so hes gonna be hispanic too lol

thats it for now lmaooo

right oc, (teacher oc)

twisted from the Marlon spoon

she/they

went to the same private school as riddles mom. lowkey had a crush on her.

twin is a lawyer.

will pass a student if they pay them enough.

Octavinelle is her fave dorm.

snarky and carefree.

british

how the hell did they get hired.

thats it for now lmaooo

lowkey the first name that i thought for her was elliot marlene, but im open to other suggestions loll

@moonyasnow @spongeofaces

noel's lament is fire

names suggestions so far:

(conchita oc) Shelly, Misha, Carl, Gabriel, Jean/Jeanne, Wine, Terrence, Reece,

(gallerian oc) Ivory, Anastasia, Vera, Renee