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eliasfairchildhq · 2 years ago
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location: hayfield cove community hospital parking lot status: open to all
Glancing at the watch on his wrist, Elias rolled his eyes playfully, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag across his chest as he fiddled with his car key in his free hand. It wasn’t surprising that he’d managed to leave nearly two hours past time- not only was it a normal and near-daily occurrence, but it was one that Elias didn’t mind. 
The nurse had nearly reached the staff parking lot when a bit of movement nearby caught his eye. Stepping to the right, he squinted to take in what was happening, relaxing a bit seeing another person. “Can I help you?” Elias called, stepping forward with a smile on his face. “Are you looking for a particular department?”
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belladonnadawn · 14 days ago
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Happy Halloween!
Spending Halloween with Sakuverse men (Ft. Dontis, Kayson Mayer, Isaac Rhoades, Xanthus Claiborne, Andrew Marston, and Elias) Happy Halloween!
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Dontis
Descending down the stairs, his black cape trailed softly. Along with his attire is a poet blouse and black slacks. To top it off, he wore fake plastic fangs. He was very proud of his chosen costume. Incredibly proud.
"What the fuck?" Xanthus looked at him up and down, recognizing his costume.
"What? Did you not like my costume?" Dontis grinned, posing for him.
"No, take it off." Xanthus replied sternly, crossing his arms as he continued to glare at him.
Dontis only smirked, enjoying the irritation in his face. "Straight to the point, I like it." His grin widened at his scoff and eye roll.
Xanthus held back a groan from his teasing, "You know what, just go. Your hunter needs you more than we do."
"Don't miss me!" Dontis chuckled as he heads towards the door.
New Orleans is as lively as ever, the streets were filled with people in costumes, decorations from different establishments, and confetti littered the floor. He made his way through the crowd, greeting "trick or treat" with a smile to others as he passed by. As he arrived at the destination, he made a beeline towards you.
"Happy Halloween!" Dontis greeted with a wide smile.
"Happy Halloween," You replied, raising a drink to him. It felt strange. The man– incubus– that you tied to your basement is now beside you, celebrating a holiday. It was a sudden twist of fate, but you wouldn't have it the other way.
"I'm glad you decided to celebrate this with me," His gaze soft as he turned to you.
You gave him a nod, not wanting to show how flustered and charmed you are towards him, but you know that he can see through you. "I should be the one thankful. I'm sure that you have plenty of ways to spend this occasion."
A hearty laugh escaped his lips, "Please, you're on top of my list when it comes to these occasions. I can't set you aside, especially when you made an effort to dress like a pirate."
You rolled your eyes, "It's nothing. I just put on whatever I can."
"Still, I appreciate your effort." Dontis spoke, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. Holding his hand out, he looked at you with his charming gaze, "So, are you ready to go trick and treating?"
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Kayson Mayer
"Babe, a little help please?" You called him out as you tried to reach the highest point of the wall so you can decorate it. Since it's Halloween, decorating the house became your hobbies whenever you both have spare time.
"Babe?" Your brows furrowed, it never took that long for Kayson to answer to your calls. With a sigh, you put the banner down to find Kayson yourself.
"Kayson, where are you?" You continued to call out.
As you arrived upstairs, you made a beeline to your shared room. Opening the door, you're welcomed with darkness, except for the faint light in the corner of the room.
"Kay—"
"My angel of music has arrived!" He exclaimed, raising the lantern that was hidden on his cape to his face, revealing a white mask that covered his face.
"Alright, Erik. Now let's go back to decorating or a disaster beyond your imagination will occur."
You turned the light on, causing him to let out a small 'aww'. A chuckle escaped your lips as you realized that he's only wearing the cape and the mask as his costume. No wonder why the lights are off.
"I was feeling it." He sighed.
"I can see that."
Kayson put the lamp down and removed the mask and the cape. "Did you like my costume?" He eagerly asked with a smile on his face.
"No."
His smile fell.
"I loved it."
Kayson grinned at your answer, "I knew it. I'm so excited to wear the full costume and give out candies!" He beamed.
"We will, but first, let's finish decorating. Okay?"
He nodded, kissing your cheek. "This is gonna be one of the best Halloween ever. I'll make sure of that, my angel of music."
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Isaac Rhoades
Occasions like these are something that Isaac never bothered with. He lived like an island, isolated from others for his job and safety. Isaac only spent those holidays with himself and his job, he knew that these occasions does not stop other people from doing whatever what they want to others.
But now, he found himself focused in front of the pumpkin, not minding the mess from the carving.
"No peeking," Isaac caught your eyes towards his carvings.
"I wasn't." Returning to your work with a small huff as he caught you. It was your suggestion to have a little pumpkin carving competition with Isaac and you're glad he agreed.
You searched for the face your should do for the pumpkin, settling on the one where they have cresent eyes, triangular nose, and sharp grin. It was nerve-wracking since it's your first, but there's no way you're backing out.
As you secretly glanced at him, you can't help but wonder what his design was. Isaac looked relaxed as he continued to carve; from time to time he'd look at his phone for reference, then he'll continue his carving. You silently admired him, the way he's so concentrated towards his work stirred something in you.
"Tadaaa!" You presented the carved pumpkin in front of him with pride. There may be some rough edges, but the pumpkin looked better than you expected.
Isaac nodded at the reveal, "That's very good."
"Really? Are you conceding?"
"Not quite," Isaac finally presented his pumpkin. It had horn-like eyes, triangular nose, and stitches as a grin. It looked horrifying.
You stared at it for a while, speechless at his skill and the neatness of his design. Against your pride, you admit that he won the competition.
"Is this good?" Isaac asked. You don't know if he's boasting or he's genuinely asking.
"Good? That's scary."
Isaac chuckled, "So I won?"
You nodded, "I'm not even mad that you did."
He walked towards you, cupping your cheeks, "At least yours are still good. I like it."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Maybe next year I'll beat you."
Isaac smiled, heart melting at the thought of another year with you, "Yes, maybe next year."
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Xanthus Claiborne
"This recipe is passed down through generations."
"I believe you," You replied as you began preparing the ingredients.
To celebrate the Halloween, you both decided to bake some spooky themed cookies. The idea was exciting, especially when it's something that you wanted to try with him. Checking all the ingredients, you were now ready to bake with him.
Xanthus was hands on– very hands on. He'll guide your hand as you bake, teaching you how to do it just like what the recipe says. You didn't mind his clingy behavior towards you. In fact, you found his excuses to touch you hilarious.
"That smells delicious. I think you're a professional, love," He praised as you continued to mix the batter.
"It was your recipe. No wonder why it was passed down through generations."
As you finished, you gently put the batter on the tray on its mold. Xanthus helped preheat the oven, making sure it's on the right temperature. Finally, both of you popped the tray in the oven, waiting for it to cook.
You head snapped towards the oven as you heard the soft ring. Wearing your kitchen gloves, you opened the oven, grabbing the tray where the cookies are. "They look delicious," Excitement is evident in your voice as you placed the tray on the counter.
"Careful, love. You need to cool it down a bit before we decorate it."
You nodded, fanning the tray with your hands. After it cooled down, Xanthus brought the frosting as you both began decorating the cookies.
"I knew it, it's so delicious," You sighed in satisfaction as you took a bite of the cookies you both made.
"Not as delicious as you," He winked, kissing your cheek, causing your cheeks to heat up at the gesture. "This is the best Halloween ever," Xanthus added.
"Why?" You turned to him with brows furrowed.
"Because I get to spend it with you."
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Andrew Marston
"I think that's all of it," He smiled as he poured all the candies to the jack-o-lantern container.
You let out a sigh of relief, ticking one task off the to do list. You and Andrew decided to celebrate Halloween by having a movie night with all the classic scary movies you can find. So far, the preparation is going as smooth as ever.
Andrew helped you prepare the snacks. Once you both finished, you flopped down the couch, letting his arms wrap around you as the movie began to play.
"I wonder what costumes we're going to see later," He hummed, tracing soft circles on your skin, eyes focused on the film.
"I'm so excited, I'm sure they're all adorable."
"Or scary."
You gasped as an idea came to your mind, "Maybe we should dress up next Halloween."
Andrew smiled, open to that thought, "Any characters you want?"
"Maybe we can try being the sun and moon? Angel and devil? Or thing 1 and thing 2!"
Andrew let out a chuckle at your enthusiasm, "Seems like you already have a list."
"I do and I'm very excited to try it with you."
"So am I," He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips as he looked forward to another Halloween with you.
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Elias
"I wish I was Dr. Doom," Elias sighed as he came out with a green plaid polo and green pants.
"You lost the game, it's all fair." You spoke, taking off the mask to properly look at him. "Now slowly turn around for me," You chuckled as you began filming him.
Elias slowly turned around, showing off his costume, "Thank god you didn't ask for a wig."
A gasp escaped your lips, "Oh my god, maybe we should get one!" You teased, trying to rile him up further. As his face contorted into horror, you can't help but laugh harder.
"No way! It wasn't part of the deal. You said dress– just dress! No wig or whatsoever," Elias protested.
"I know," You stopped the recording, walking towards him. "You're the most handsome Isabelle I've ever seen," A soft smile plastered on your lips as you pinched his cheek.
"Really?" He muttered, still wearing his small pout.
"Uh huh."
He finally smiled, holding your hips, "I'll be Isabelle as long as you're Dr. Doom."
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starrieshq · 3 months ago
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Home [Thomastair ft. Jordelia]
here is my long-procrastinated Thomastair fic! It's a bit short, but dw! I have plans to write more fics in the future! (I take requests 😁)
Tag: @edwinspaynes
Thomas woke up to the sound of groaning coming from the other side of the bed.
Alastair rolled closer to him, his head resting next to Thomas’s face, his dark hair tickling his nose.
Thomas chuckled. Seeing him like this, with his guard down and happier than he had ever been before, was always his favorite part of the day.
“Good morning.” He said, rolling over.
Alastair scoffed sleepily. “A morning is never good.”
Thomas wrapped his arms around him and nestled his face into his shoulder. “With you, it is.”
His face reddened. “Damn you, Lightwood.”
They laid like this for some time, Thomas’s arms around Alastair, both drifting in and out of sleep, basking in the comforting warmth of each other. Eventually, though, they both heard crying, and had to get up.
He smiled as he got out of bed and headed to the washroom. As he freshened up, he could hear Zachary Arash from his nursery, having just woken up from his slumber and extremely displeased. Sona was at a Clave meeting in Idris and had left him in Thomas and Alastair’s care.
Alastair was an excellent brother. Due to Elias’s parenting, he had taken it upon himself to ensure that Zachary would never have to experience such trauma. Already, he was learning to walk, and had even said his first word (mama). Sona was delighted, and thus surrendered him to their care. Besides, Cordelia and James would have their own child soon. It’s not like there was anyone else fit for the job.
Matthew was on his travel year, headed to Paris, then London, then Reykjavík. James would be a father soon, and it took everything in Thomas to not think about where Christopher could have been.
He headed to the kitchen, where Alastair was preparing breakfast.
“Hello, Zachary.” He cooed, while Alastair rolled his eyes.
They sat down at the table, Thomas buttering a roll, Alastair sipping coffee, and Zachary fussing quietly.
“I never understood how you can tolerate that.” Thomas motioned towards his cup of coffee. “It’s awful.”
Alastair disagreed. “It’s an acquired taste,” He said. “It’s fine.”
Thomas shook his head as Zachary fussed. Alastair placed him in his lap and began calming the toddler, attempting to soothe him.
“Shall we head to Cordelia’s place after this?” Asked Alastair. “She’s due at any moment, and it’d be great to talk to her and James before they have their daughter.”
Thomas smiled. “Zachary would be delighted to have a new friend.”
After breakfast, they commuted to Curzon Street by carriage, Zachary waving out the window and babbling the entire trip there. Alastair held him with a parentlike yet childish manner, and Thomas felt like his heart would explode every time he looked at him.
“Zachary,” He remarked, hoisting him up, “As much as the citizens love to see you greet them with morning joy, my arms are screaming in pain in a way that is neither loving nor joyous.”
Finally, they rolled to a stop at Curzon Street.
Before they could knock, a very pregnant Cordelia opened the door, her hand helping support her belly.
“Layla,” Alastair said. “You look awfully big.”
She gasped playfully. “Alastair, you know that you’re not supposed to say that to a woman.”
James appeared behind her, an arm wrapping around her waist and resting lightly on her stomach.
“Thomas and Alastair,” He said, “What excellent timing. My parents left not an hour ago.” James peered curiously at them. “What brings you here?”
“Just thought we’d drop by before all of your time is riddled with screaming and crying.” Thomas replied, motioning to Cordelia.
She smiled, then winced as her other hand flew to her belly. “She’s a fighter.”
Cordelia continued to smile, however Thomas noted the slight grimace peeking through. She was extremely pregnant, and as she ushered them into the house, he noticed that her feet were swollen.
“Cordelia,” He said. “Should you be walking?”
James sighed. “I told her that she should be in bed, but she won’t listen to me.”
“Nonsense.” Cordelia said. “I can handle myself. I’m perfectly capable-”
She let out a small gasp and squeezed her eyes shut.
Alastair coughed pointedly. “You were saying?”
James ushered her to the sitting room, where she plopped down in an armchair. James took a seat on the couch next to her, leaving Thomas and Alastair to squeeze onto a loveseat. Zachary, the little traitor, settled in next to his uncle James, causing Alastair to disappointedly sigh. Out of habit, Thomas put his arm around him as Cordelia sighed in relief.
“My feet are killing me.” She complained.
“She’s due any moment now, according to Risa.” James said.
Alastair relaxed in Thomas’s grasp and subconsciously leaned his head on his shoulder. “I can imagine.”
Thomas lightly hit him. Alastair scoffed as he settled in closer to him.
“Rude.”
After their visit, they decided to head back to their flat. Zachary was already asleep, and Thomas and Alastair decided to retire to bed early.
They laid awake in bed, Alastair’s head on Thomas’s chest, rising and falling with every breath. A strand of his dark hair tickled his chin, and Thomas batted it away.
After all these years in the dark, all those days of longing and loneliness, the days of yearning and despair, this was it.
This was home.
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regensia · 2 years ago
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@sovereignxfae​ / Kio said . . .
This is a bad idea. It truly is. Though you could argue that most of Kio’s ideas are bad ones. His pros lists are always shorter than his cons, yet still he still follows through.
So maybe catching the priest off guard could have landed on the side of his fists that are seemingly always wrapped in a rosary or maybe have him bathed in holy water.
He's willing to live with those consequences.
So you can imagine his delight when instead of either he's lip-locked with Elias? Tail swishing lazily behind him as his hands run up and down the ‘Father's’ sides.
He can feel the tension in his arms, and for a moment, he resigns himself to collecting a brutal punch to the face. Only half-heartedly. Kio wraps his hands around fists gingerly; accepting burning welts from the rosary with pain-filled whining.
He pries the man's mouth open and giddily lets his tongue roam. Tasting Elias’ mouth with vigor. Dragging happily against back molars and taking interest in the man's tongue.
He doesn't tease him into engaging. He's sure that he's pushing his luck as is, so he indulges in sharing saliva as he slowly draws back.
His breathing is heavy when he steps away. Savouring the taste and the buzz under his skin as he takes many steps back as precaution.
“.. Don't hit me too hard?”
He hopes he does. Elias always hits him full force. He likes it—thinks it's cute when he acts grumpy when returning affection.
[i call this one, ‘when you're tired after kicking demonic ass all day, a lil demonic kiss is never too bad.’  ft. a delulu kio who thinks hitting is flirting; bringing this to you after procrastinating!! hope you like niki <333]
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Kio was always a bit of an unwelcome surprise in his church, it pained him to say, as a man who prided himself on being as accepting as he could – but he wouldn’t abide by a demon deciding to treat him as a plaything. There weren’t the usual tell-tale signs of a demon’s presence which made things trickier, but if it wasn’t for the tail then sometimes he wondered about the other, if he was indeed demonic or just a man filled with far too much mischief.
Mischief carried too far.
The last time Elias had ever sealed lips with another had been long before he ever considered priesthood, a sensation he had utterly forgotten, and admittedly currently was too flustered to fully register. Of course it had been taken further than that, tongue sliding into his mouth, and perhaps in the back of his mind did Father Caldwell consider that he shouldn’t have been surprised. Hands ran along his sides in a manner unable to be denied as sensual; that was a new experience. In his past with the few times he had shared experiences of the flesh with another, it was never particularly soft or intimate, almost more a transaction than anything else.
Maybe if he were lucky enough to have a third life after priesthood and without a vow of celibacy, he’d savor these things more. For the time being, shaking hands rose to Kio’s shoulders and began to pry the other off once the initial shock faded.
With a bit of a wet sound did the demon part from him, taking precautionary steps away before he surely knew what was coming next.
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“You... you really think you have the right to ask that?” Unintentionally did Elias swallow, feeling dirtier for doing so after swapping spit with the other, and he paused to wipe at his mouth to remove the moisture from his lips. He wasn’t a fighter nor a man too easily swayed to wrath – but he couldn’t simply let this slide.
So without warning he lunged, closing the space between them as one hand seized the other’s collar, other hand drawn into a fist that connected squarely with Kio’s jaw. He was getting better at this.
“Get out of my church this instant...!”
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elysiumxii · 2 years ago
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cont from here w/ @unavernales ft two bros and a baby
Lightly bouncing his son on his leg, the tot resting against his lifted foot and his shin, Hyacinth is gnawing on whatever gift the sea god next to him had brought over and seems to be uninterested in engaging in the sports currently played on TV. No matter how long Beomsoo had spent trying to explain the rules of basketball to him, the young toddler only seemed to be interested in whatever bright, loud sensory videos Alena put on for him. The songs so repetitive and the imagery so colourful and childish - yet without doubt both father and son would become transfixed in watching if Beomsoo didn't guard himself. He'd been caught by the nymph a few times. Though he refuses to admit it.
Grunting in thanks as the beer is offered, the demon pretty much misses the interaction between the two as he reaches out for the bottle and takes a thirsty swig. His eyes glued on the screen as the star player is lining up for a shot. He'd missed the way Romeo had all but sauntered over, setting the beers down with a small bend forward and a flirty glance towards Joaquim, along with his friend's covetous reply that had Romeo preening as he headed back to the kitchen. In fact it isn't really until ass is mentioned that he looks up.
Liking beer foam from his top lip, Beomsoo turns his head to look the way of Joaquim's undivided attention and tilts back to look past him towards his brother-in-law's lean back, all but being devoured by the sea beast's gaze and his brows knot. What... how long had this been going on? Alright, it was fair to say Romeo did indeed have a dump truck on him. Beomsoo had worked out with the lampad a few times and the guy could squat some impressive weights - not to mention that his chest had Beomsoo feeling flabby more than once with those defined pecks that looked like a jiggly pair of tits - but seeing him like that was a bit of a mind melt for Beomsoo. Firstly, he was straight, and secondly that was Alena's brother!
Jaoquim and he talked a lot about sports, that was mostly the parameters of their friendship, so Beomsoo isn't really sure what to do with this information - as he watches Romeo glance back, offering a sly little smile to the beast that had Beomsoo's head tilt. He liked him too! Does Alena know about this?! Damn, Alena was so much better at all of this than him, but would his nymph mate expect him to step up and say something? Get on the level, bro to bro?
"Er... yeah, I guess. Guy can leg lift some impressive weights-" he comments, internally cringing because that didn't sound natural at all. Was Romeo fuckable? Yes, probably, if you were into that sort of thing and could get over the fact that he could be more than a little dense. "You er... must see a lot of water nymphs, huh?" He tries again, wanting to pry that door open a little. Fucking nymphs was, after all, Beomsoo's speciality. Water nymphs, Beomsoo had heard (over heard mainly from Alena and Elias bitching) could be interesting characters.
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eli-the-sim · 17 days ago
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The Death of Sound
Main Cast: Ft: Nazir King, Raya Costello, Oso Costello, Ayumi Wada, Elias King, Kiya King (Maybe Naija?)
Status: Brainstorming / Backbone
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Oso was hardly ever home. He never seemed to have any concern for what his daughter needed or was up to, and that feeling was mutual between them. Raya never felt like she had parents. She was doing for herself for as long as she could remember. if necessary, she could probably pick her father out of a line up but the same couldn't be said of her mother. She'd never even seen so much of a picture of her, and at times she wondered if the woman ever existed at all.
The house Raya grew up in was small and always seemed to be filthy. and most of the time the lights or water was shut off. The only thing that stayed clean was the splintered wood coffee table where Oso prepared whatever cocktail of drugs he was on that week.
Everything changed once Raya was about 14. Suddenly Oso stopped going out altogether. He said it was too dangerous for him to be anywhere but the house. He now spent most of his time pacing around the front room and peeking out the windows while continuing to snort, shoot, and smoke whatever he could get his hands on. He was always terrified that "they" were going to come for him one day now that "he" was gone. Whatever that meant.
(^More will be explained in Chana and Waylon's story)
It didn't take long for this new attitude to turn into full blown paranoia. And violence. Raya often found herself on the receiving end of his rage now, and it seemed to be becoming a daily occurrence. Oso's behavior escalated quickly. The subtle insults turned to outright berating comments, which turned into beatings, and soon he began acting entitled to her body. Raya began to fear for her safety, so she started volunteering at the local animal shelter just to keep her out of the home. It's here that she met her first friend, Ayumi Wada. Lucky for her, they happened to go to the same school, and Ayumi was only a grade above her. (Ayumi is 16 but was held back due to what happens in her own story**) The girls became inseparable. They were no longer the quiet kids in class that kept their noses pushed in books. Having each other to lean on gave them both a confidence they had never experienced before, and soon they actually became pretty popular. They didn't understand why the other kids seemed to be so drawn to them, but it was nice to be given some positive attention for a change. Instead of spending their time after school to meet up in the art room, they were being invited to smoke weed with the older kids. Next thing they knew, they're being invited to a new party spot every weekend.
Soon, Raya's house became the most popular spot for crazy parties, and Oso loved the new traffic of clientele keeping him in business. One day after a particularly rowdy party Ayumi asked if she could crash there. Raya was secretly relieved. Maybe Oso wouldn't come into her room that night if Ayumi was there. Unfortunately, Ayumi being there didn't stop him from trying. Around 3am Oso stumbled into his daughter's room, as he usually did, and made his way over to her bed where the 2 girls were cuddled close under a thick blanket. He couldn't tell, but Ayumi's eyes were open, and she was watching him carefully. She watched him run his fingers down Raya's side and down to her hips, and she watched as he unzipped his pants and leaned over his daughter. She felt herself fill with shock and rage, and before Oso could make another move his body was flung like a ragdoll out of the room, and the door slammed behind him. She could hear him yelp as he crashed into some furniture in the front room. A few moments later he was back on his feet and trying to open the door again, but now it seemed to be locked despite not having that mechanism installed on it. He desperately tried to jiggle the handle and even slam his broad shoulders against the door repetitively, but it just wouldn't budge. For that night, they were protected.
"Are you a witch?" Raya asked as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Ayumi shook her head. "Fairy" she said plainly as she wiped the tears away.
Ayumi confessed to Raya that she had been kicked out of her home years ago when her mother found out that she liked other girls. Ayumi said she ended up in the Sylvian Glade where she was taken in and raised by the fairies that lived there. She insisted that she was not homeless per sey, but she didn't really have a proper house. She slept in what was basically a bird house. She said the fairies had been good to her, and she was always grateful and humbled by what they did for her, and so one day they granted her wish of becoming a fairy herself.
Ayumi asked Raya how often Oso comes into her bedroom at night. Raya shrugged meekly. "Every night" she said, emotionless. At this point it was normal. She obviously didn't enjoy what Oso did to her, but at the same time, it had all become very normalized for her. Ayumi nodded, thoughts clearly swirling around her head. It was as if, in that moment, Raya watched the decision be made in Ayumi's mind. From that day forward, Ayumi never left her alone again.
That morning Ayumi took Raya to the Sylvian Glade so they could retrieve her little bird house. While they were there Raya was able to meet the main Guardians of the realm. Raya was so overcome with wonder and amazement. She asked if she too could become a fairy. With Ayumi there backing her, the fairies were more than willing to grant the girl's wish. The girls spent the day practicing how to fly and how to do simple but effective defensive magic. Raya left the Sylvian Glade with a newfound sense of self-assurance. She knew Oso would never lay another hand on her now.
And he didn't.
About a year later, one day at the shelter, a gorgeous kerry blue terrier puppy was admitted after being found beaten and left to drown in a trash bag tossed in the ocean of Evergreen Harbor. When animal control came to retrieve the dog, they found the remains of a whole litter of kerry blues that unfortunately didn't make it. The woman who called animal control said that there was a husky by the river as well, and that her son had watched the husky pull the bag from the river. She said that by the time the boy made it over to them the husky had already ripped a hole in the bag and was trying to help the puppies inside, but there was only 1 still alive at that point. Animal control was able to bring both dogs back to the shelter.
Raya couldn't help her reaction to the story, she broke down right there and hugged the puppy to her chest. The puppy had some minor injuries and a broken leg, but otherwise was completely okay. The puppy, Aerith, had to stay on the medical unit for about 2 months and Raya made sure to visit her daily. In that time as well, Ayumi found herself growing closer and closer to the husky, now called Tidus. Raya seemed to really thrive during this time.
Many sims showed interest in the dogs over the next 6 months, but the girls insisted that the dogs be adopted out together as they had also grown very close. Only 1 sim was willing to take on both dogs. The girls said their goodbyes and were happy that the dogs now had a home, but they were absolutely devastated by their absence around the shelter. By that point the 2 dogs felt more like employees with how they stayed in perfect heels behind the girls or were more than willing to perform tasks around the shelter. Its like each dog had grown a 6th sense in regards to the girls; it was like they could read their minds and always knew exactly how to help each girl when they needed it most - especially after long or difficult days at school or times where Oso was particularly abrasive. On the 3rd day of the dogs being gone Raya had a complete meltdown in one of the shelter bathrooms. She didn't even know how much she had grown to trust and rely on Aerith just to get her through the day. Just seeing her little black face seemed to clear her mind of any pain she harbored, but now she was gone. Raya had to keep reminding herself that the dogs were lucky to be adopted, even if it hurt her to see them go. Raya cried every day for 3 weeks straight. She couldn't help herself. Even Ayumi wasn't enough to help Raya stay composed. In this time Raya began exhibiting extreme symptoms of what seemed to be some sort of PTSD. The weekend parties started to become dangerous. They were no longer about having fun, it now seemed like Raya just wanted to inhale as many drugs as possible so she could go numb. Then she'd pass out somewhere and be lucky if Ayumi found her before Oso or someone else did.
One night Raya had gone overboard. The last thing she remembered was taking a handful of MDMA amongst other things and climbing out of her window and onto her roof. She remembered seeing a boy standing outside smoking a joint and watching him turn around to look up at her. She remembers thinking that he was absolutely beautiful, with a glorious mohawk. Apparently, he climbed up onto the roof too and they spent the night talking while Ayumi was inside trying to hold down the party. (Ayumi checked on them throughout the night, everything seemed to be fine every time)
She was horrified to find out that she had trauma dumped ALL over this boy who's name she didn't even know. Her whole life story. Everything Oso put her through since she was young. Everything. She told him how much seeing the dog every day seemed to soothe her soul and keep her grounded. She remembered him asking her if she had considered getting a Service Dog?
2 months later, Raya was outside the shelter cleaning the yard when she heard a familiar bark. Before she could turn all the way around a blur of black came and knocked her to the ground. Ayumi stood in the doorway with a smile as she watched Raya light up like the Eiffel tower. "Aerith!? Is this Aerith?!" Raya called out as she tried to get the dog to hold still long enough for her to look at her face. Raya looked over to Ayumi and saw Tidus by her feet. "What happened?" Raya asked.
"Their owner said all they did was cry. He said he gave it the 3 months thinking they would calm down at some point but all they did was cry by the door." Ayumi told her.
It didn't take long for depression to wash over Raya. "Are we going to have them adopted out together again? I thought having them together would make it easier for them to adjust."
"I think we should keep them together still." Ayumi answered.
That night Ayumi visited the Sylvian Glade and begged the guardians for a huge favor.
The next afternoon, to Raya's surprise, Oso walked into the shelter. "I'd like to adopt 2 dogs" he said.
Raya spent the next year training Aerith to be her service dog. Having Aerith by her side tremendously helped with reducing Raya's emotional dysregulation and PTSD symptoms. Training Aerith meant that Raya had to study herself and pay close attention to what triggers her and what makes her react in certain ways. It forced her to come to terms with how her father's abuse actually affected her and wasn't just something she could ignore. (A/N: Should probably do a better job showing her symptoms leading up to now)
Ayumi never directly told Raya what she'd done exactly, but Raya knew she had something to do with how Oso was acting the day he came to the shelter. Raya assumed it was some fae spell, but it was actually deeper than that and left Ayumi pretty lethargic and sick for quite a while. She often found herself bedridden and unable to do much. It was now Raya's turn to take care of her. Raya trained Tidus to be able to do tasks for when Raya wasn't able to. Ayumi would later go on to be diagnosed with [some chronic non-lethal disorder]
This only helped the girls grow closer. While Ayumi was bed-bound she began to ask herself why she would sacrifice so much just to help Raya. She questioned her feeling towards Raya. Was she in love? She didn't really want to do anything sexual with her. But she knew she meant the world to her.
Ayumi was sick until the end of the school year. (She got lots of love from school people while she was out) The weekend parties stopped during her recovery, but now that she was back on her feet the girls wanted to do something big. They told their usual guests to invite as many people as they could, and to bring some sort of substance so there'd be enough to go around. The party was also to celebrate the beginning of summer break. Even the kids with strict parents would be able to come.
It seemed like every teenager in the world came this time. A lot of people actually brought gifts for Ayumi. Ayumi never felt more loved and appreciated in her life. She spent a lot of the night wiping tears of joy from her eyes.
Raya got completely fucked up. Secretly, she was really praying that that boy with the mohawk would show up again. She assumed he wasn't a local since she'd only seen him that one time despite having thrown hundreds of parties at this point. Despite Aerith's protesting, Raya climbed on top of her roof. She just wanted to see if she would see him. No luck. She climbed down and went back inside. She took some MDMA and LSD in an attempt to avoid the disappointment she felt. She checked on her guests and refilled the beer keg. She looked around and saw Ayumi having the time of her life. She decided that was more rewarding than seeing the boy with the mohawk.
Until she ran into the boy with the mohawk.
He was a little older now, and puberty served him well. He was still absolutely beautiful, but more mature looking with a gorgeous jawline. She didn't even realize she was staring until he spoke.
"Hey, its Raya, right?"
She nodded. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know his name at all, and she didn't want to ask either. She hoped it would come up naturally.
He was looking at her with such a lovely smile on his face. She swore his eyes were sparkling like diamonds, hypnotizing her and lulling her into a sense of nirvana.
"How come I haven't seen you in so long?" She felt like their voices echoed back and forth as they spoke. The music danced out from the speakers as colored circles and bounced all around the room. She thought she saw one land on the boy's head like a halo.
It was then she realized how much she was tripping. Her heart dropped. Had she taken too much? She felt Aerith come and sit by her side. She felt a panic attack coming on.
"Nazir!" another boy shouted from the other side of the room. The boy turned to look at the person speaking to him. "You gonna come smoke this with us?"
"Nazir?" Na-zeeer. Naaaaa-zeeeeeeer." Raya repeated the name in her head over and over. If she remembered nothing else from tonight, she was going to make sure his name was etched into her mind. She could feel her cheeks getting hot. The name was as beautiful as he was.
"Hey you wanna come smoke with me and my brother?" Nazir asked her hopefully, putting a hand on her shoulder. Starstruck, she nodded and followed him out of the house and to his very, very, expensive looking car parked out front. She sat in the back with Nazir. She learned that the other boy was named Amari, and that he was only a year younger than Nazir. The 3 of them had a good enough time, but it became clear pretty quickly that Amari had somehow become the 3rd wheel to his own smoke session. It was like Raya and Nazir had locked eyes and all they saw was each other. They didn't even notice when Amari left the car to return to the party.
Raya also didn't realize how close she was sitting to Nazir. His arm was around her shoulders and her legs were over his lap. She put her hand on his chest, and he kept his hand on her thigh for balance. The chemistry between them was undeniable. She felt like nothing else in the world existed but him. She could tell he was tripping just as hard as she was. She honestly never wanted the moment to end.
She woke up in her bed the next morning having no recollection of when and how she got there. She felt arms wrapped around her and a body pressed against her back. She assumed it was Ayumi until she realized there were no boobs pressed against her. She opened her eyes and saw Ayumi sleeping peacefully in her own bed, surrounded by gifts and flowers and plushies. Raya was almost afraid to investigate who was in her bed. She prayed that it wasn't Oso, though it certainly didn't smell like him.
She twisted her neck to get a look at the person playing Big Spoon in their arrangement. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Nazir laying there, sleeping soundly with what she swore was a smile on his face. She then lifted the blankets to see if they still had their clothes on. She was shocked to see they did.
Her room soon filled with the smell of maple sausage being cooked on the stove. Curious, considering her oven hadn't worked in years. Did Oso fix it? Was he out there cooking? She assumed she was still dreaming and laid her head back down on the pillow.
A while later someone knocked gently on the door. "Hey" she said in a sort of whispered yell. She felt Nazir shift a bit and her heart skipped. She really never wanted him to let her go.
Amari opened the door gently and peaked inside. "Hey, I hope you don't mind? I fixed your oven and made breakfast for everyone. Is there a time you need us out of here? I'm in the middle of fixing the frig..."
"You could literally move in and her dad wouldn't notice" Ayumi said sleepily as she stretched out her arms. She looked over to Raya and Nazir and smiled at them. "Well well well!" she joked.
"Shh, please don't wake him. He's so warm..." Raya's whole face turned red. "I don't even think we did anything anyway Ayumi"
"You didn't" Ayumi said as she pulled the blankets off herself and began to get up. You two kept blabbing on and on about 'not soiling this perfect moment' ... you guys must have been tripping hard cause dear god was your conversation just so over the top and sappy. Promising to be together forever and shit." Ayumi rolled her eyes "I thought it was funny considering you've only met like twice and probably don't even know each other's last names."
The way Ayumi spoke sounded like it was meant to be a joke, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of venom in her words. It made Raya uncomfortable, but she thought it'd best to ignore it. Amari seemed to pick up the same vibe. "Well, I'ma get back to doing what I was doing then..." he said awkwardly before slipping away from the door.
"My last name is King." Nazir said and pulled Raya closer to him.
She giggled and felt her heart flutter. "My last name is Costello."
The two of them began staring into each other's eyes again. Ayumi rolled hers and left the room.
"I don't know why she's being weird" Raya said to Nazir, who couldnt seem to care less.
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qnewsau · 4 months ago
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Queer pop fans reveal their top 10 songs of 2024 so far
New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/queer-pop-fans-reveal-their-top-10-songs-of-2024-so-far/
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The team at Popchops has revealed which songs queer listeners are loving at the halfway point of 2024. 
For the more fiscally minded, the start of July will mean sorting out their tax returns. 
However, for the more poptastic among us, it’s time to get very different paperwork in order: our favourite tracks of the year so far. 
Music lovers in the LGBTQIA+ community need more than one end-of-year Spotify Wrapped, they need pop queens ranked, and they need it now. 
Lucky for us, the team at Popchops has been able to collate the most listened to songs from queer pop lovers so far. 
Popchops is a DJ team that puts on parties across Australia with a very lively online community of almost 2,000 members. 
This group is predominantly queer and each month Popchops’ own Brad Elias put together a monthly chart of their most loved tracks.
He explains that he started to chart to better represent what the community was listening to. 
“I feel like the ARIA charts don’t accurately reflect the engaged pop music community who often do appreciate our Australian artists or the celebrated artists of pop music like Charli XCX, Kylie and Carly Rae Jepsen who no longer feel the same amount of love with the rise of Spotify,” he said. 
The Top 10
To mark the halfway point of 2024, Brad collated the list of the top 10 most loved tracks by members of Popchops exclusively for QNews. 
10. Taylor Swift ft Post Malone – Fortnight
Despite dominating the world with her Eras tour and the charts with her new album, Taylor didn’t quite have the same impact with Popchops listeners.
The song did go no.1 in Australia and the inclusion of Post Malone ensures there’s a token male artist in the list. 
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9. Charli XCX – 360
It’s quite telling that a song that only reached no.66 on the ARIA charts is so high among listeners of Popchops.
Quite clearly, her queer fans will support her as much as she supports them. 
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8. Beyonce – Texas Hold ‘Em
If you’ve opened Instagram at any point in 2024 you no doubt heard this song. Beyonce went country with this lead single and reached no.2 in Australia.
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7. Dua Lipa – Illusion
Although it still charted well at no.21 in Australia, this is more notable for the music video.
Filmed at a famous Barcelona pool, it was the same location as Kylie’s clip for Slow and certainly took some inspiration from our pop princess. 
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6. Charli XCX – Von Dutch
There are a few things certain in life: death, taxes, and “the gays” loving Charli XCX.The longtime ally has always acknowledged this love, famously saying “Generally, the queer community just has, like, better taste.”
The song reached no.15 on the Australian Dance Chart.
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5. Sabrina Carpenter – Espresso
One of the biggest songs of the year was always going to appear on this list.
The track has been a global hit and reached no.1 in many countries including Australia. 
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4. Ariana Grande – we can’t be friends (wait for your love)
The second single from her album Eternal Sunshine was another commercial success.
Reaching no.2 in Australia, the song will remind many of Robyn’s Call Your Girlfriend and Dancing on My Own. 
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3. Dua Lipa – Houdini
Despite being released at the end of 2023, Popchops listeners are still listening to this in droves more than six months later.
It was a worldwide hit and reached no.7 on the ARIA charts. 
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2. Dua Lipa – Training Season
The British singer’s second single from her album Radical Optimism is a move away from her previous disco sound.
With ABBA influences, it reached no.12 on the Aussie charts.
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1. Ariana Grande – yes, and?
The lead single from Ariana’s seventh album is the most popular song of the year so far with Popchops listeners.
The Max Martin-produced track has been likened to Madonna’s groundbreaking track Vogue. It reached no.2 on Australia’s ARIA charts. 
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Who just missed out?
The highest Australian on the list was Delta Goodrem who just missed the cut in 11th place. with Hearts on the Run. 
Queer artist and rising star Chappell Roan finished 13th with Good Luck, Babe! 
While our very own artists Sia and Kylie Minogue came in at no.18 with their single Dance Alone. 
You can join in the fun and help influence their charts by joining the Popchops Facebook group.
Read next:
Kylie Minogue planning ‘full-on dance album’ and world tour
‘The gays will lose it’: Charli XCX teases WorldPride opener
Chappell Roan honours Divine at Pride Festival
Kylie Minogue and Orville Peck drop a new duet at Pride
Ariana Grande burst into tears after getting cast in Wicked
For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.
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godsforlorn · 7 months ago
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PINNED . about + guidelines     /     muses  /     opens .
𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 .
italics are the ones i owe reply to. bolds are the opens i replied and waiting for the first reply back. draft count : 7 .
ft. glcwbitch ( cherry & rhodes )
ft. lovesruined ( bo-mi & olly )
ft. tewwor ( livia & dane )
ft. fearhidden ( celeste & henry )
ft. liloulu ( adelaide & billy )
ft. obsidianphantom ( laurel & victor )
ft. lostwcnderands ( laurel & elias )
ft. cuulprit ( cherry & cody )
ft. heartlikeawound ( laurel & will )
ft. iinvu ( cedar & isobel )
ft. glcwbitch ( cedar & tristan )
ft. honeybuckin ( adelaide & wilk )
ft. honeybuckin ( oğuz & sade )
ft. tewwor ( laurel & lior )
ft. dist4ste ( adelaide & julian )
ft. assidvous ( cedar & cairo )
ft. twistedthings ( livia & kaleb )
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belladonnadawn · 2 months ago
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Bohemian Rhapsody
No matter where they are and what they become, they'll always be their mother's son.
Ft. Elias, Xanthus Claiborne, and Isaac Rhoades
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Elias
Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away
The room was thick with silence and tension after his father explained his place in Wraiths. Every meeting seemed to be a preparation for what's to come. Elias would try to stray from the topic, but he knew that delaying the inevitable would just make things more unbearable.
“You're not a stupid teenage boy, Elias. It's time for you to think rationally for once,” His father looked at him sternly.
Elias returned his gaze, hoping that he'd feel his contempt, "Yes, Sir. May I go now?" He huffed, not waiting for his orders, he immediately grabbed his jacket and left.
The night was quiet, the stars were bright. A semblance of peace after what happened. He can't help but feel helpless, stuck in a responsibility that was about to be passed down to him. A responsibility that he never wished or wanted.
Elias couldn't help but wonder what his life would be if it was different. If he was just a normal college student whose worries are the pending deadlines, not an heir who has eyes on him every move.
For a while, he let his mind escape the current situation. Elias closed his eyes, wondering about what his life could be. He'd be a studious student, finally learning more about his passion. He'll meet new friends, join organisations, maybe go to college events where he'd forget about the deadlines. Elias would come home to his parents, gazing at their eyes filled with love as they watched their son grow up and achieve his dream. A smile formed on his lips,
That's all he does– wonder. As he opened his eyes, he was welcomed by the harsh reality. He's not a college student pursuing his passion, the Wraiths is not a simple family business, and he's no longer the son who has his mother. The reality is he is Elias, the heir of the Wraiths.
And the life that he longed for was like stars, beautiful but out of reach.
A shaky sigh escaped his lips, he gazed at the sky with a wish in heart. Hoping that in another universe he lived the life that he wanted.
Xanthus Claiborne
Mama, didn't mean to make you cry, if I'm not back again this time tomorrow
"And once you're back, I promise to have the grandest feast for my dearest warrior," She gently caressed his hair, hoping to soothe out any dread that he felt. Lawrence looked at his mother's eyes, reflecting the gnawing anxiety that he felt. For a while, he felt comfort and warmth, making him forget about what's to come.
"Just being home is enough, mother," Lawrence answered with a small smile, he didn't mind the way that his voice broke a little. He knew about battles– the fallen heroes and their honours. But those compared to nothing once he's on the battlefield.
“I know, but the fact that you'll make it out alive is worth the celebration. Your existence is worth the celebration, Lawrence. And we'll be waiting until we can celebrate that,” His mother's voice was firm, filled with conviction; an emotion that he wished he had.
Adrenaline pumped his veins as he held into his weapon. Despite the overwhelming screams and views of his allies and his enemies, he tried to push through. Lawrence gathered his will and strength, pouring all his might to fight– but it was futile. The enemies continued to advance, the dread that he buried rushed towards his veins.
Lawrence wanted to protest, to cry, to plead. But what would that do now that his fate is set in stone? Instead, he smiled, burying his fear somewhere it can't reach his mother.
Everything was sudden, quick as a blink of an eye. Lawrence choked as he felt a sharp pain on his chest. His eyes widened as he saw the spear penetrating through his armour. He was done for.
A soft thud as he fell on the ground. As he lay, he finally allowed himself to cry. The spear lodged in his chest continued to ache, the dread finally engulfed him. Lawrence gazed at the sky, feeling his vision blur and his eyelids get heavy. A sigh escaped his lips as he succumbed into the unknown wishing that once he's awake, he'll be home.
Isaac Rhoades
Mama, I don't wanna die. I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Isaac flipped through the surveillance footage as he prepared to go to sleep. His eyes scanned every area meticulously, leaving no pixels behind. He checked the areas twice, thrice, and quadruple times. The amount of times seemed unnecessary but it helped appease his paranoia.
After a breakthrough in his case, he knew that certain people would do anything to get their hands on the information. He can't let them have that.
Isaac kept himself composed, he can't let his guard down especially when he knew how they wait till they strike, drinking on his fear. One slip of the facade and all the walls that he built may seem useless– like sharks smelling blood. Isaac knew how they moved and how they operated. He knew because he witnessed it in the first place– through his parents.
Years of their absence in the manor and Isaac couldn't seem to get used to it. The silence engulfed him as he drowns himself with whiskey, his only companion to lonely dark nights. Grief is never easy, it is a wound that won't stop bleeding no matter how you patch it up. Back then, he saw the love of his parents in his very own eyes, but now he can only see it when he closes his eyes.
He held on to his grandfather, who died of old age– which he found incredibly commendable especially with his line of work. It was a hard pill to swallow for Isaac, but all the anger he felt towards his grandfather was replaced with guilt.
It haunts him how he poured all the blame towards him when all he wanted was to look after his loved ones. His grandfather thought that he made the right decision, unfortunately it cost the life of his son and daughter in law.
Isaac recalled the remorse and in his grandfather's eyes every distance, every jab, and every glares seems to bury it deeper. And every night he regrets that things ended in such a way.
After he took over the family business, Isaac was introduced to a new reality; a new level of danger he never knew he could reach– and it scares him. No matter how desensitised he is due to his profession, the human in him dreads when the time comes.
He knew how quick the bullet hits and how fast death takes over.
A part of him wishes to abandon everything. To start a new life where he doesn't have to look over his shoulder every second. A life with no dangers, no targets, no killings: only peace. But he knew it was impossible.
At the end of the day, Isaac finds himself longing for his mother's care and protection. He wished that he had his mother's strength, his father's toughness, and his father's determination. But he's not a child anymore, he's now a man carrying his family's legacy despite grief and ache surrounding his heart.
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piasgermany · 2 years ago
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[Album+Video] Dave Okumu & The 7 Generations mit neuem Album “I Came From Love”!
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Dave Okumu & The 7 Generations kündigen das neue Album “I Came From Love“ für den 14. April über Transgressive Records an. Der britische Multiintrumentalist Dave Okumu ergänzt für dieses Projekt seinen Namen um „& The 7 Generations“, weil er seine Musik als Ergebnis nicht nur seines eigenen Lebens, sondern auch dem seiner biologischen und musikalischen Vorfahren sowie seiner Familiengeschichte empfindet. So ist auch das Album “I Came From Love“ eine Zusammenstellung an Erfahrungen als schwarze Person, ergründet das Vermächtnis der Sklaverei und der Existenz in einer ungerechten Gesellschaft.
Das Album „I Came From Love“ ist voller großartiger Gäste wie Kwabs, Wesley Joseph, Eska, Robert Stillman, Anthony Joseph, Byron Wallen, Raven Bush und Grace Jones. Es wird in Form von vier Kapiteln veröffentlicht. Das erste Chapter heißt „You Survived So I Might Live” und umfasst die ersten Vier Stücke des Albums. Jedes der vier Kapitel wird von einem Kurzfilm des Regisseurs Nicolas Premier begleitet.
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Okumu erklärt die Handlung des Albums wie folgt: “The narrative of this record emerged in tandem with the origin of its musical journey, through a rumination on survival, ancestry and heritage. The account of the young west African girl who was transported to South Carolina in 1756 and sold to the slave owner Elias Ball and the subsequent unearthing and presentation of her story to her descendants became an emblematic framework for these songs, opening doors to many aspects of the diasporic experience.”
Die vier Kapitel lauten: “You Survived So I Might Live” [tracks 1-4] “The Intolerable Suffering Of (The) Other” [5-8] “Seduced By Babylon” [9-11] “Cave Of Origins” [12-14]
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Tracklist “I Came From Love”: 01. Things ft. Grace Jones 02. 7 Generations 03. Blood Ah Go Run 04. Streets 05. My Negritude 06. The Cost 07. Prison 08. Black Firework 09. Scenes 10. Amnesia 11. Get Out 12. Struggle 13. Eyes On Me 14. Abaka 15. Paradise ft. Grace Jones
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bluejayblueskies · 4 years ago
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Jonmartin with 20 or 76 for the kiss prompts!
kiss prompt list!
20 - surprised kiss | 76 - top of head kisses
this is both! ft. domestic married jmart in a no-supernatural au
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A small mmrp! is the only warning Martin gets before something very fluffy and very orange jumps onto the kitchen counter beside him.
 “Hey, no,” Martin chides, scooping the as-yet-unnamed cat into his arms and lowering him gently to the ground. He points a stern finger at the small, curious face staring up at him and says, “I know you’re new here, but you’ll have to learn the house rules eventually. And I know I’ll have to be the one to enforce them, because the moment Jon sees your cute little face he’s going to just- just let you do whatever you please.”
 The cat lets out another mmrp before rubbing his face affectionately against Martin’s leg.
 “Right,” Martin says with a soft smile, crouching down and scratching underneath the cat’s chin. “You haven’t met him yet, but Jon’s going to love you. You’re just going to have to- to look at him and he’ll love you.” Quieter, to himself, Martin mumbles, “I hope he’ll love you.”
 A cat isn’t a typical anniversary gift, sure, but it’s not like they hadn’t been talking about it. They’d looked into a few shelters, made a list of the things they’d need to buy in order to make their flat pet-friendly, but Jon’s workload had increased drastically a few weeks ago and discussions had fallen to the wayside. Martin had spent a frankly ridiculous amount of time scanning through Jon’s meticulous notes about preferred breeds, ages, and dispositions before spending an even more ridiculous amount of time visiting every shelter within a 50-kilometer radius of them.
 He may also have two cardboard boxes full of cat toys, food, litter, and other items stowed away in the back of the linens closet. He’s nothing if not prepared.
The quiet thump of paws on marble drags Martin out of his thoughts, and he looks up to see the cat stood atop the counter again, tail swishing back and forth with excitement.
 “No,” Martin says, standing and lifting the cat carefully up so he can look him firmly in the eyes. “We do not jump on the counter. The counter is where we cook, and Jon stress-cleans enough as it is—we don’t need to give him the extra incentive.”
 The cat’s mouth stretches open in a wide yawn, revealing rows of sharp teeth, before blinking passively at him.
 “Right,” Martin says again with a resigned nod. He tucks the cat against his chest experimentally, feeling the rumbling purr against his skin, and presses his nose into the soft orange fur on the nape of the cat’s neck. “Did you know that Jon and I got married a year ago today? Oh, of course not, you're a cat. Well, we did. Honestly, though, it- it feels like yesterday. Things since then have just been… nice. Christ, so nice, and- and I love him, you know? You’re going to love him too—he’s got this, like, this thing where cats just adore him on sight. Tim likes to call him the ‘cat whisperer,’ and Jon pretends like it annoys him because, heh, you know, otherwise it would go right to Tim’s head, but Jon adores you guys. With your- your little paws, and your little ears, and your- ow, ow, your claws—"
 Martin gently, yet gracelessly, lets the cat spill free from his arms and onto the lino. He rubs at his arm, gives the cat a stern look, and says, “Is that any way to treat your father?”
 The cat looks up at him and meows loudly.
 “Don’t talk back,” Martin says with faux disappointment, crossing his arms across his chest. After a moment, his resolve breaks, and he bends down to scratch between the cat’s ears gently, a fond smile spreading across his face.
 Martin’s halfway back to standing when the doorknob rattles. His first thought is oh, Jon’s home early. Then: wait, Christ, nothing’s ready yet. Then: shit, the cat!
 Martin’s reflexes are, predictably, less acute than the fluffy apex predator who’s currently making his way to the front door at breakneck speed, meowing loudly enough that Martin’s sure Jon can already hear it through the still-closed door. Martin has just enough time to take a few, anxious steps toward the door before it swings open and Jon shoulders his way through, arms laden with stacks of folders and books and papers. Martin decides that he'll chide Jon for bringing work home on their anniversary later and instead prioritizes coming up with a speech he thought he still had several hours to prepare in approximately five seconds.
 “Oh, hello,” Jon says, kicking the door shut behind him and rearranging the pile of work in his hands so it doesn’t slip. “Elias let me go early—albeit with a mountain of paperwork, good Lord—so I thought I’d…”
 He trails off as a small, insistent mmrp! cuts through the air. Martin squeezes his eyes shut and says, quietly, “Ah, right. That’s… that’s nice of him?”
 “I… I suppose,” Jon says, sounding a bit lost. There’s a shuffling noise, and Martin opens his eyes a crack to see Jon depositing the stack of papers on the side table by the couch before turning, slowly, back to the cat. “Is… sorry, I- I’m not… is there meant to be a cat in our flat?”
 The cat meows, and Martin says weakly, “Happy anniversary?”
 “Oh,” Jon says. Then, after a moment, his mouth curves into a small smile, and he repeats, softly, “Oh.”
 Jon crouches down and shifts so he’s kneeling on the ground, sitting back on his heels that way Martin’s never been flexible enough to do. “Hello,” he says quietly, holding out a hand for the cat to sniff. “And who might you be?”
 “He doesn’t have a name yet,” Martin says, still reeling from the abruptness of the last thirty seconds. “I- I thought… you might like to name him?”
 Jon hums in thought, letting the cat push his head into his hand before beginning to scratch gently underneath his chin. “I… I don’t really know,” he says. “Georgie was always the one who was good at naming, I- I just sort of went along with it for the Admiral.”
 “Could always go generic,” Martin suggests, feeling his heart swell with affection as the cat yawns again and Jon’s face lights up. “You know, like- like Whiskers, or…”
 Jon gives Martin an unimpressed look. “Certainly not. That would be like naming our child… Leg, or something equally ridiculous.”
 Martin tries to ignore the way his heart stutters at the words our child and says, in a small voice, “Yeah, that… that would be silly.”
 Jon’s expression folds into something soft and fond, and he says, “I’ve… I’ve always been partial to Clarence, if… if that’s all right with you, I suppose.”
 Something must show on Martin’s face, because Jon quickly clarifies, “For- for the cat, that is, not, er- not for a… an actual child—”
 “Yeah, yeah, of course,” Martin says quickly, his cheeks growing hot.
 “—because- because Clarence isn’t really- well, it’s, it’s not bad, it’s just, I don’t—”
 “—absolutely, yes, I- I agree, one-hundred percent—”
 “—just, just for… for the cat.”
 “Mm-hmm,” Martin says in a high-pitched voice, fully giving up on pretending like his face isn’t flushed a bright red. His mouth twitches up into a smile, almost against his will, and he says, “For the cat. Of course.”
 “Of course,” Jon echoes. The moment of silence between them is broken by an accusatory meow, and Jon’s laugh at that is something that Martin wants to bottle up and treasure forever. “My apologies, Clarence,” he says, scooping the cat up in his arms and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “I wasn’t giving you nearly enough attention. A grievous error on my part.”
 “You’re going to spoil him,” Martin says teasingly. “He’ll be insufferable.”
 Clarence lets out a happy chirp of agreement.
 Carefully, Jon stands, Clarence still tucked securely in his arms, and steps closer so he can press a soft, lingering kiss to Martin’s lips. “Thank you,” he whispers, pulling back just enough that he can rest his forehead against Martin’s. “I love you.”
 “I love you too,” Martin says.
 There’s a disgruntled mmrp, and Jon’s mouth curves into an amused smile. “I love you as well,” he says, giving Clarence another kiss on the top of his head. Then, teasingly: “Maybe even a bit more than your father.”
 Martin lets out a long, exaggerated groan. “I can’t believe this. Less than five minutes in our home and you’re already stealing my husband from me.” He reaches over and scratches Clarence’s belly fondly. “Disrespectful. Utterly abhorrent.”
 Clarence makes a pleased little noise before starting to purr audibly.
 “We’ll need food,” Jon says absently, one hand scratching underneath Clarence’s chin. “Litter, bowls, toys…”
 Martin grins, a bit giddily. “Oh, way ahead of you.”
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xkitcharmont · 2 years ago
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♛┈⛧┈┈•༶      NEXT GEN  : JACQUI’S BIO
!! full factsheet HERE ( includes connections and more general info )
full name. jacqueline constantina sahasra charmont faceclaim. naomi scott age. 28 dob. 6 september zodiac. virgo occupation. crown princess, queen-to-be
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
her hair is cut just above her shoulders, dark brown-black coloured hair
fashionable, chic, makeup impeccable, handbag hanging off her elbows, mistress of wearing heels
height is    5 ft 4 in (162½ cm)
lean figure, made from uhh yoga
> jacqui notes:
When it comes to romance she is very much ‘Blank Space’ - Taylor Swift. She’s had two long-term relationships, and everyone else before and after was just light flirting and stringing along.
She sticks with her cousins mainly, and others who also suffer from a sense of responsibility rip.
She completed her studies in Elias (finished when she was 24) and then moved back to Ulstead, but she does take a trip to Elias at least once a year (or more if she has friends there hehe)
There’s a part of her that feels like there’s glass between her and the rest of her peers. She can’t be as free as anyone else (let’s be honest, she won’t let herself). She suffers from Kit’s old fear: who am I if not the next queen?
Ulstead is home. She loves her kingdom so much, and wants to be more likable, but it’s hard for her to break out of her ‘ice queen facade’ now. That’s what she’ll be working on over time rip.
She loves to horse-ride and is the only time she’ll let her hair fly free and get dirt on her clothes and all that :’))
> jacqui’s bio (taken from intro):
Growing up as the princess should have been all glitter, sunshine, and roses. King Kit was beloved by all the people, and this extended to his children too — but kids at school had a different idea. Young Jacqui was raised to be kind and open-hearted, and her peers often took advantage of this. They agreed to be her project partner, only to make her do all the work. They  accepted birthday party invitations, only to ignore the princess and play with each other around the castle instead. Kit noticed this almost immediately and spoke with his daughter about it, and Jacqui’s little eyes went wide open. She didn’t want this to be forever, she wanted real friends. She wanted to learn how to say ‘no’.
Unfortunately … she may have taken it a little too far.
In high school, Jacqui built a reputation of being an ice queen ( HBIC !!! ). She became known as someone utterly ruthless. But Jacqui only saw it as her being fair and just. She never minced words, she never entertained people she felt were disingenuous — why should she? For the rest of high school and university, she was seen as a leader, but hardly seen as a friend. Not many people wanted to get to know her.  No matter, she had her family to keep her company. The Charmonts were all she needed. Her family were the only people who saw who really was, someone who was still compassionate and a little funny, and fiercely protective.
Now in her late 20s, she’s being given more royal responsibility. Unlike the fast track Kit was put on, he’s more careful with his eldest daughter, wanting to give her as much choice and time as possible. She still makes time for her interests, but Jacqui has been ready for a long time. She feels she’ll be a great queen ( if only she’ll let the warmth back into her heart ).
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freddyjoncs · 2 years ago
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ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ
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inspired  by :  fred jones (  mystery incorporated  / live action scooby doo ) / added inspo ! ,  fox mulder  (  x-files  )  ,  michael emerson  (  the lost boys  )  ,  dean winchester  (  supernatural )  , steven crain (  the haunting of hill house  ) , conrad fisher ( the summer i turned pretty ), sebastian valmont (  cruel intentions  ). inspo for coolsville : fear street trilogy, IT ( 2017 / 2019 ) , stranger things & scream the tv series. 
full name. frederick herman jones jr.  faceclaim. dacre montgomery ( future : tom hardy ) dob. november 22 zodiac. sagittarius occupation. leader of mystery inc. birthplace. coolsville, ohio. orientation. bisexual/biromantic song. teeth - 5 seconds of summer. film. scream education. graduated walt university with a degree in parapsychology. temperament. choleric ( leader-like, argumentative, practical ) mbti. estj ( strong willed, judgemental, difficulty expressing emotions ) alignment. chaotic neutral abilities. n/a. hogwarts house. gryffindor emoji.  ( 🧐 )
present !! ( bio can be found here )
freddy came to elias to figure out the truth behind the note left for him. he was told here that all would be uncovered, so far it has.in his time in elias freddy has discovered the truth about his father and the truth about coolsville being cursed.
with the help of mystery inc, freddy plans on saving their town. it’s the first real mystery the gang has come face to face with. the dangers are real.
he’s still atoning for who he was in the past. he doesn’t expect the gang to completely forgive him but he’s trying.
he’s a little nicer. the old freddy shows sometimes. now that he’s not in the shadow of his father he’s shedding the image his dad expected from him and trying to live his truth. it’s hard for him to remember who once was or figure out who he actually is to his core. he’s trying to be better but the thing is he doesn’t know how. ( therapy frederick therapy )
while he’s worked up the courage to open up to daphne, he has yet to tell shaggy and velma the whole truth as to why they were brought to elias.
there’s a lot of trauma he’s experienced whether he knows it or not and a lot healing freddy needs to go through. he’s yet to do so. he’s no longer in his denial stage. he’s now in his anger stage. it’s mostly directed towards his father. how he deals with that anger ? isolation.
he’s all but thrown himself into work. while he tries to get out more and make friends, freddy’s completely consumed and obsessed with the case.
mickey / maleficent debate ? he doesn’t care. unless there’s someone here who can help him freddy doesn’t care. though, he teters the line of good and dark. swayed the wrong way and freddy could easily walk the path maleficent has set. will he ??? who knows !! not me !! he’s got a dangerous book in his possession
songs associated with this time frame : jason - the midnight & nikki flores, running up that hill ( a deal with god ) - kate bush, same guy - jack harlow ft. adam levine, out of time - the weekend, hayloft ii ( smashup ) - mother mother
past !!
tw: freddy’s past touches on kidnapping, cheating & neglectful parent. please read with caution.
born jason chiles to brad chiles and judy reeves, freddy was taken as ransom from his parents and as an heir to frederick jones, sr.
you see, long ago before freddy was even a glint in his mother’s eyes, his adoptive father’s ancestors made a deal with the devil. the jones family would prosper the only catch ? sacrifices were to be made. this is how the coolsville we know today formed. mysteries, murders and more. freddy’s birth parents had gotten too close to the truth which lead freddy to be taken from them.  ( more about it here. )
freddy’s father had no kids of his own so when he took freddy he planned to mold freddy into the perfect son. the jones were powerful people in the town of coolsville. being the mayor’s son meant that freddy was always held to a certain standard not only by his father but by the people of coolsville. 
he lived a lonely childhood, his father often tossed him to the side. he rarely spent time with freddy. his closest companions were the butler and his nanny. they raised freddy more than his own father did. the only time he ever saw his dad was when he was scolded. 
however, there was too much of his real parents in freddy. the boy was had an interest in the paranormal. he would sneak books in and read them late at night under the covers, stay after school to watch horror movies and when he met daphne, velma and shaggy he finally felt like he had found people who understood him. the people his father associated with, the elites of coolsville, they didn’t get him. the kids often found freddy weird. who liked to build traps for fun ? who knew that much knowledge about ghost and ghouls ? it was embarrassing. he wasn’t one of them and it showed. 
eventually word got back to the mayor about his son’s interest. not only did he not need his son snooping to the truth too soon, the jones family also had a reputation to uphold. he let freddy have his little gang of misfits until high school came around. he didn’t give his son a choice or an ultimatum, he forbid freddy from seeing any of them again, except daphne since she came from a family with power, and removed all of freddy’s beloved books, movies and anything to do with the paranormal. from that day on freddy played the part his father expected of him. it was also the second time he had come to fear his dad.
freshman year rolled around and freddy was no longer the innocent and nice kid he once was. he was corrupted by power and popularity. he dropped velma and shaggy without a single word, just cut them off completely. his relationship with daphne wasn’t the greatest either. when they were younger he was oblivious to her feelings until he wasn’t. they were sweet and cute. typical childhood friends to lovers and high school sweethearts but once freddy began to get older he realized he didn’t know how to love someone. not the way someone deserved at least and daphne deserved better. he never received love or affection from his father. he had no mother, only a photo that was claimed to be her ( it wasn’t even his mom it was a cut out of a model in magazine ), daphne loved him so much and held on so tight and that scared freddy. it caused him to push her away, to close himself off and destruct. because of his popularity and name, girls often threw themselves at freddy. he didn’t give in at first but he knew daphne would leave if he did. so he broke her heart, if only to save her from himself. 
freddy never cared for the popularity. he didn’t care he was the golden boy, the star of the lacrosse and football team & the king of coolsville high, none of it mattered to him because deep down he knew how alone he was. people only wanted to befriend him because of his name and what he could get them. the only genuine friends freddy ever had he threw away. 
along the way freddy began to resent his father. he finally saw the man for who he was and their relationship was turbulent at best. anytime the mayor actually acknowledged his son the it always ended in a fight. even with freddy doing what he wanted it wasn’t enough for him. freddy wasn’t enough for his dad and that was a hard pill to swallow.
one day after coming home he expected to be greeted by the same empty home he always knew but instead he found a note taped to his door. within the note it gave details of his true origins telling young freddy that if he wanted to know the truth of who he was he needed to travel to Elias, California for answers. it was mystery for sure, one he knew he couldn’t solve alone. there were only three people who could help him solve this and they were no longer in his life. it was then freddy knew he needed to renuinte mystery incorporated 
songs associated with this time frame : i’m just a kid - simple plan, closer - nine inch nails, super rich kids - frank ocean, the family jewels- marina, youngblood - 5 seconds of summer, daddy issues - the neighbourhood
future !!
in the future, freddy and gang will hopefully break the curse of coolsville and free their town. it also means freddy would have to face his father. how that ends i don’t know. only time will tell.
freddy would continue to run mystery inc in the future, make it a whole business that travels outside of elias. the gang would probably travel all over the world solving mysteries.
he would write a book about his experiences. from his true origins to the biggest case of his life. a movie would be adapted, like a whole franchise could come from mystery inc. 
the biggest thing is .. i want freddy to heal man has so much baggage and pain. he deserves to love and be loved. he deserves to have some peace. would love to see a therapy arc. he would discover who freddy actually is since he’s played a part his whole life.
the idea of family and being a parent would scare him. he would think he wouldn’t be at being a husband or father because of his upbringing but it think because of it freddy would work hard to break the cycle. he’d also have to work hard to be a good dad and father. he’d have doubts, of course, but if he grows like i hope it won’t be as hard. ��
songs associated with this time frame : self care - mac miller, once in a lifetime- all time low, seventeen going under - sam fender, therapy, all time low,  i still believe - tim capello
taken connections
brad chiles & judy reeves / birth parents .
frederick jones, sr. / adoptive father .
daphne baykam / ex-girlfriend, 1/4 mystery inc .
shaggy rogers /  friend , 1/4 mystery inc .
velma dinkley / friend , 1/4 mystery inc .
serena fain / friend .
wanted connections
fellow paranormal lovers : if your characters loves spooky things hit up elias’ resident detective  [ open ]
hookups : freddy’s been in elias for a long ass time. it’s only natural he’d meet with some people here ... and there ... trying to fill a space that be ... craving the touch of another human aha... [ open ]
enemies : he’s not always the nicest so i’m sure freddy’s ruffled some feathers here and there [ open ]
sibling ship : freddy’s an only child so i’d love for him to have a relationship with someone that’s like a sibling to him whether it be older or younger [ open ]
drunk friends : aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk. [ open ]
( PINTEREST BOARD , PLAYLIST & MUSING TAG ( PT. 2 )
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laceandhockeyskates · 4 years ago
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As friends ft. Quinn Hughes
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Summary: 4 times that Quinn has you do something as friends + 1 time when it’s more.
Request: Absolutely none. Once again this is one that has been bugging me while I’m working.
A/N: This concept came to while I was in the middle of my shift. It started as Quinn asking a friend on a really adorable date, and it kind of just exploded and became this. It was originally suppose to be like..... a third of this length and somehow ended up as a 4+1
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Word count: 5.8k
It had been a crisp October morning when you first met the rowdy group of hockey players at a charity event. They had come through and caught everyone’s attention with their loud laughter, and their general personalities. Somehow you had been roped into spending your day more or less babysitting the likes of Brock Boeser, Elias Pettersson, and Quinn Hughes. During those hours of rushing around and the chirps flowing back and forth a friendship had begun to form.
Over the following months your apartment became a hub of hockey players whenever there was a day off. They all swore that your tiny apartment had felt more like home than there own places, and that you made the best food which apparently was a lethal combination to you ever getting any alone time. You didn’t mind though. There was something about the way they filled your life that made it feel complete. 
It wasn’t just cozy nights in, but they were dragging you to their games and for a night out at the bar. Soon enough you found yourself a part of the entire group. It wasn’t just Brock, Elias, and Quinn but now the rest of the team and the girls had taken you in. You were spending almost as much time with Holly and the other WAGs as you were your favorite boys. There were days though that you forgot you were just a friend, and the life you were getting to live wasn’t truly yours. Eventually the boys would find girlfriends and you would start being invited less and less. Until that happened though you were going to take what you could.
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The boys had been whispering about a charity event for weeks now knowing that it was important. Whenever it was brought up your heart tugged a little more for them considering how important doing something good for the community was to them. There was something special about the boys and how much they loved your city.
“So Brock finally found a girl to drag to the charity event,” Elias tenderly nudged his best friend as you returned to your living room with a bowl of popcorn as you took your seat beside Quinn again.
“Oh?” you asked them raising your eyebrows, “Should I be afraid you guys are replacing me as your favorite girl?”
Quinn had reached over grabbing a handful of the popcorn when Brock had opened his mouth. “I don’t think Huggy could ever replace you. So you don’t have to worry about that at least.”
You couldn’t help yourself as you glanced over at the boy in question who seemed to be glaring daggers at your mutual friend, but you knew that eventually you would be replaced even by him. 
“That’s okay. I’m sure whichever girl you two replace me with will end up being my best friend when they realize they have to deal with you two,” you teased as you dropped your head on Quinn’s shoulder listening to the laughter that you managed to pull from him. 
You wouldn’t admit to anyone, but Quinn was your favorite.
A few hours had passed since all of the jabs had been thrown away, and the boys were absorbed in whatever movie Elias had settled on finally. You excused yourself quietly from where you had been settled on the couch pressed against Quinn’s side in order to get yourself a fresh drink. 
What you hadn’t noticed was the defenseman also standing up and following you to the kitchen watching your every move as you refilled your glass before took notice of his presence. You shook your head mostly to yourself as you looked over at him again, “Did you want some water too?” You asked him quietly as you raised your eyebrows.
“No, I actually had a question for you though,” he admitted as he awkwardly leaned against the counter across from you as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. 
You decided to cross the small space and lean beside him as you looked up at your friend worried about him. “What is it?” You asked him curiously as you brought your glass to your lips taking a small sip.
“So I uh- I know you probably have plans for that weekend, but I was wanting to see if you would you know---come with me to the charity event? As friends?” He stammered out as he looked down at his feet unable to meet your gaze.
If he had he would have seen the wide smile that spread across your lips. Of course there was some disappointment in the friends comment, but you knew that you would have a lot of fun being on his arm. “Of course I would love to go with you, Quinn.”
The smile that he had returned when he looked up at you was worth any heart break you would have just being his friend.
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You knew that there was no reason for the butterflies attacking your stomach. Quinn had always made it quite clear you were nothing but his friend, but that never seemed to calm them. Your eyes ran over your own figure once last time as you took in the simple black dress that you settled on for the charity event. You had decided the more simple you went, the more Quinn could stand out and tonight was about him after all. 
Before your own mind could rope you into a spiral there was a knock on your front door pulling you out of your thoughts as you reached for your clutch and moved to pull open the door. You felt the way your stomach dropped while you watched Quinn let out a low whistle taking in the deep plunge of your dress and the high slit up your leg. 
“I don’t think anyone is going to notice I’m even there when you look that beautiful, Y/N,” Quinn reached for your hand placing a delicate kiss along your knuckles before pulling you out of the apartment and to his side.
The ride to the venue had been a comfortable silence between the two of you while you listened to the radio, but the quiet changed when you walked into the hall. It didn’t take any time before you found yourself roped into hugs and high fives with your friends. 
“Okay hotness,” You heard Holly joking from behind you before she pulled you into a quick hug herself, “I might have to upgrade tonight if Bo doesn’t behave himself!”
Her words had you laughing brightly as you looked back over towards her husband where he was standing with Quinn. Everyone in your lives knew just how smitten the two of you were with each other, but making the two of you see it yourselves was another story.
The evening flew by with Quinn’s hand nearly constantly on the small of your back keeping you close to him while he talked to the big wigs and front office people. It was interesting to watch him seemingly in his element with you at his side when usually he was far more nervous. 
It made you happy though to see him be so confident in himself the way he deserved to be. You knew more often than not that he tended to get into his own head and not see the man you, and everyone around you, saw.
It was getting late and the room was certainly thinning out when Quinn pulled you fully into his arms resting them tightly against your waist. “I was thinking we can ditch this place and maybe do a movie night? There’s a new one I wanted to see if you’re interested?”
You moved to wrap your own arms over his shoulders responding with a bright smile, “A movie night with just my favorite guy? I think I could handle that.” The words had passed your lips in a slur. Perhaps you had one or two too many drinks but Quinn just shook his head. He didn’t mind if you let loose if it meant you had fun.
It didn’t take long for Quinn to sweep you into your own apartment while you were giggling. You knew you had to get it together long enough to at least put your own pajamas on. You found yourself standing in the middle of your room trying to unzip your own dress.
Which was how Quinn found you once he had changed into a pair of sweats and a tee shirt he kept stashed in the spare bedroom for late nights that tended to turn into early mornings. “Do you need any help with that?” He asked you curiously as he leaned against the doorframe watching you.
You pouted as you finally dropped your hands to your sides, “It hates me. This dress is never ever coming off, Quinn. I’m going to have to live my entire life in this dress!” You exclaimed dramatically while you watched your best friend shove off from where he was and cross the room to you.
“Not that it would be the worst fate for the rest of us if you’re stuck wearing that dress, but I can rescue you,” he assured you as he slowly reached for the zipper tugging it down until it came to it’s resting stop. “There you go, beautiful.”
You watched in disappointment as he stepped out of your room to go to the living room to wait for you. You couldn’t focus on your own feelings though as you moved to change into a comfortable pair of pajamas before taking your make up off before joining Quinn on your couch.
You dropped your head to his chest as you settled in enjoying the feeling of him covering you with a blanket you always kept on the couch. “What movie did you settle on?” You asked him quietly not bothering to look at the screen. 
“Beauty and the Beast,” Quinn admitted running his hand through your hair as you finally turned your attention. You knew that he had decided on that movie specifically for you. It may not be your favorite movie, but it certainly was a top contender. 
You knew that you wouldn’t last too long, but before you knew it you were asleep in his arms. While it certainly wasn’t the first time that you fell asleep in Quinn’s arms. It was your favorite place to be and it never got old. 
When the morning came you found yourself carefully tucked into your bed with a note left on your nightstand to text your best friend when you actually were up for the day. 
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Months had passed since the charity event with nothing changing in your life. More often than not your favorite troublemakers were filling your living room still. Whether it was another movie night or the boys playing video games; they made sure you never felt like you were missing anything. 
Even they couldn’t hold off on the inevitable though. Eventually summer would come and the boys would be back home with their families leaving you alone in Vancouver until they’d return for training season. You tried to be excited for the boys, but you weren’t looking forward to months on your own after the months on end of constantly having someone around.
If you were honest though you knew that you weren’t ready to say goodbye to Quinn even if it was only for a few months. Of course you would miss your other troublemakers too. Brock always knew just to have you laughing, and Elias always knew when you needed a quiet moment away from everyone. But neither of them compared to Quinn. 
You were trying to enjoy the playoffs with the boys, and really whenever you blocked out the idea of being alone it wasn’t too difficult to actually have fun. You found yourself taking your typical spot for the warm ups near the ice beside Holly. “Nice jersey,” she teased glancing over at you with a warm smile.
You brushed it off with your own smile knowing that Quinn tended to enjoy whenever you wore the jersey to his games calling it his good luck charm. You knew that it never meant anything considering he probably would say it to any friend that he had it just so happened any friends he had in Vancouver besides you was on his team.
The Canucks went up 1-0 in their series that night, and Holly wasn’t hearing any of the protests that you tried to voice as she drug you through the tunnel. You knew that it would lead to the locker room where the rest of the WAGs and family were waiting to see their players, but you also knew that deep down it wasn’t where you belonged. If you even dared to voice that thought though you knew that you would have an entire hockey team hell bent on proving you wrong so you kept it to yourself. 
You were leaning against the brick wall watching as the team started to slowly come out. “Y/N!” Brock yelled as he came over swooping you up into his arms as he spun you around earning a warm laugh while doing so. 
Once you found yourself on solid ground again everything else melted away. You were there celebrating your friends’ win and nothing else mattered. A much quieter, “Hey” came from behind you causing you to spin around to face the person who had spoken up.
“Quinn!” you exclaimed moving to hug him tightly not noticing the jacket that was fisted in his hand as his arms came around you to hug you just as tightly. You didn’t miss the way he had held you there for an extra moment before the two of you had broke apart.
Quinn had started to say something when Brock came up swinging an arm to rest on the defenseman’s shoulders with a mischievous smile as he looked between the two of you. Quickly Quinn had shut down as you raised your eyebrows in Brock’s direction. 
“So what do you have there in your hands, buddy?” he asked curiously his full attention on the nervous brunette instead of on you. That was when you finally noticed the jacket in his hands and felt your own heart squeeze. You would know a WAG jacket anywhere considering the crowd that you ran with, but it didn’t make any sense. You would have known if Quinn had started to see someone, and they were reserved for just the wives and girlfriends. 
You watched as Quinn suddenly couldn’t meet your gaze while a flush of color raised to his cheeks. “I was just---I mean I know,” he slowly stammered out clearly full of nerves, “It’s just you spend your time at games with the wives and girlfriends--I just didn’t want you to feel left out. So I had them make a jacket for you to wear--as my friend,” he finally managed.
As his friend. You felt your heart sink at those specific words that he made sure to add so that you couldn’t even be given the hope that it could be more. You did your best though to keep the hurt from your face but when your gaze flicked to Brock who was thankfully the only one there to hear your heart being twisted. He shook his head though at the words knowing what an idiot the two of you were if only you would see it. 
You did your best to snap out of it though as you took the jacket from him with the best cheerful smile you could fake. “Of course I’ll wear it, Quinny. As your best friend.”
What you didn’t know though was hearing you call yourself just his best friend was twisting at his own heart too. It was a dangerous game he was playing with his own heart, but he wanted to take anything that you would give him.
----iii----
It wasn’t the boys’ year to lift Lord Stanley. They had a couple of good wins, and a lot of close ones, but it hadn’t been enough to move past the second round that year. Elias was the first one to leave claiming that he was in dire need to see his family had been more than fair. Brock wasn’t too far behind him which left you and Quinn alone in the city for a few days without your friends hanging around. 
The first day had been spent on the water front enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air on your skin while you walked around. The second day had been spent packing what he needed to head to his parents’ lake house. Now it was the day before he took off and you had locked yourselves away in your apartment curled up together on the couch while you binge watched whatever show Quinn had turned on. You found yourself tucked tightly in his side as you tuned out the show feeling anxious about what tomorrow would bring.
You were sure that he was able to read that something was off about you, but he didn’t mention it seemingly content in just being there with you. You didn’t realize though that he was just as anxious as you were. He wasn’t ready to be away from you for months when he barely got through being away on a roadie. Which was why he had asked his parents if he could bring you, but he knew that you had your own family and your own life to live in Vancouver. He couldn’t just whisk you off for a summer on the lake with his family. Even if it was where he thought you were meant to be.
You felt the way that he tangled his hand in your hair as he shifted in order to be able to look down at you. “You should come with me to the lake house, Y/N. At least for a week. My parents were asking to see you again. I know you have your own thing going on here, but I--I’d like it if you were there. You’re my best friend after all.”
“Quinn,” you stated as you adjusted in order to prop yourself up on your elbow to be leaning over him with a smile as you studied his face, “Are you trying to say you don’t want to be without your best friend even for a little bit?” You asked him knowing that your own parents were spending the summer with your grandparents in Seattle. 
“I haven’t been without you since October,” he grumbled mostly to himself as his hand dropped to your shoulder. “But I think you would have fun with us. I’m sure your family will want to steal you away though now that classes are over too.”
“Actually my plans for the summer were to sulk around the city missing my favorite boys. So if your mom really won’t be put out by having another mouth to feed I think I can squeeze in some Hughes brothers time.” You already knew the answer though knowing that his mom would have personally dragged you onto the plane herself. 
You had met his parents a few times when they had visited during the season, and even had the chance to meet both Luke and Jack. You adored each member of the Hughes family considering you saw so much of the man you loved in each of them, so spending your summer surrounded by them certainly wasn’t going to be putting you out in any way. You also knew that each member of the Hughes family would be over the moon to have you there. Mostly Jack and Luke loved having any reason to pick on their older brother, but his mom enjoyed seeing her son happy. If you only knew the conversations they had about you.
You loved hearing Quinn’s laughter. It was something you often had to fight for, but whenever you were rewarded with it your heart went soaring. “It’s actually adorable that you think my mom wouldn’t choose having you there over me.”
A few days later you found yourself sitting on the dock in a wooden Adirondack chair soaking in the sun with Quinn’s mom while the boys were along the shoreline each with a fishing pole in hand. You couldn’t hear their conversation but every once in awhile one of them would start laughing. There was something about watching Quinn enjoy some bonding time with his brothers that wedged it’s way into your heart.
“I’ve never seen him so happy,” his mother’s voice pulled you from your own thoughts as you looked away from where your eyes had been settled unsurprisingly on an all too familiar defenseman. “I’m glad you came. I know it means a lot to him.”
“I’m just happy to spend the summer with you all. I was preparing for a very lonely few months in Vancouver,” you admitted even though you knew the moment he learned that was your entire plan he would have figured something out. You were just happy with how things were now.
Ellen leaned forward in her chair as she smiled warmly, “He would have never allowed that to happen. You’re the most important person in his life, and I’m just lucky I have two other mama boy’s now so I’m not completely replaced.” She was joking considering how much it warmed her heart for him to have you.
“I’m sure we will both be replaced eventually when the right girl comes along we will both be replaced. Hopefully she’ll be good enough for him,” you mused quietly. You knew though that no girl would ever be good enough for him.
You completely missed the way she was looking at you. You both could say that everything you did was just as friends, but she knew better if only you two would see it.
----iv----
The summer had flown past you in a blur of sun filled days, and before you knew it you and Quinn had returned to Vancouver just in time for your next semester and his training camp to start. Despite every concern you had the previous spring you and your friends had fallen back to your old routines. Your apartment was still the place to be when they needed comfort, and they drug you out whenever they thought school was consuming you more than normal.
There had been a change though. Quinn had somehow become even more physically attached to you than he had before the summer on the lake. You weren’t sure how it was possible, but he managed it somehow. His hand always seemed to find it’s way just under whatever shirt you were wearing to rest against the skin on your waist, or rest on your bare ankle whenever your feet were in his lap. It was as if he needed the skin on skin contact.
All too soon October was upon you with the crisp chill air and the leaves falling from the trees. Personally you never found Vancouver more beautiful than you did when autumn hit. Between the hockey schedule and your own classes it wasn’t always easy to find a full day off, but they had a Friday off and you had all agreed that you needed a night out to let loose.
You had settled on a simple black body suit with a pair of leather pants. You weren’t aiming to find someone to take home when you got dressed, but you knew that at least you looked good if Brock’s teasing wolf whistle or Elias’ spinning you around was any indication. 
The bar top was full making it nearly impossible to get the attention of the bartender on your own. That was until you felt a hand on the small of your back before flagging down someone. Of course being a popular face in Vancouver tended to make sure you weren’t ignored. Quinn didn’t spare a look your way when he placed an order for your favorite drink earning him the happiest smile from you. There was something special about the fact that he remembered what you enjoyed.
“Thank you, Quinn,” you muttered against his shoulder as you glanced up at him noting how his eyes had shifted over to you as he smiled in return. 
“Anything for you,” he murmured in return as his hands played with the ends of your hair. “I actually had something to ask you anyways and getting you a drink gave me a chance.”
“Oh?” you asked him as the bartender slid your drink over to you before moving along. You knew anything that he asked you that you would do what you could in order to make it happen for him. You were wrapped around his finger in the same way he was around your own.
With his free hand he reached up in order to rub the back of his neck seemingly nervous although you couldn’t place why. “I realized that there’s only one Saturday before the end of the month that we both are free. And I was thinking maybe we could go to the pumpkin patch? Y--you know as a friend. I just---I know you love the pumpkin patch and i really wanted to go enjoy one together this year.”
It felt like your heart was warming up in your chest as you listened to. Pumpkin patches had always had a special place in your heart so it meant a lot to you that he even remembered that and wanted to go with you. “Of course. Although I do demand that you get me an apple cider while we’re there.”
“I think it’s something that I can manage,” Quinn agreed as you were roped back into your friend group again for the rest of the evening.
The next morning had come far too soon with a pulsating migraine that had you groaning into your pillow. You remember up until rejoining the boys at the table and being dared into a few shots with Brock, after that it was a dark blur but when you rolled over you noticed a glass of water on your nightstand. A smile tugged tenderly at your lips knowing that Quinn had been the one to make sure you made it home safely.
You gave yourself a few more moments in bed before you forced yourself away from the warmth of your blankets in order to get ready. You settled on keeping things simple as you slid your favorite knit sweater and skinny jeans on knowing you would rather be warm than to focus on your looks. After all it was just Quinn and while you always wanted it to mean more you knew it never would.
You weren’t sure how long had passed as you tried to tame your hair and throw some simple make up on your face when you heard a knock on your door. “Give me a second!” You called out putting down the brush you were using before rushing to the door. 
You knew that you couldn’t help the smile on your face when you saw Quinn standing there with two cups of coffee in his hand. “I took a guess that a pumpkin patch day meant pumpkin spice latte for you?” He asked you keeping his voice low as he held the cup in question out to you. 
You didn’t even hesitate to take the cup from his hands. “It’s almost like you know me better than myself,” you teased as you took a step back into the apartment. “I just need to put my shoes on and I will be ready to head out.”
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Feeling the chill of the air surround you as you studied each pumpkin wanting to select the perfect ones to take home with you, by which you meant the ones that would be over looked and needed just to be loved by you. It was the same exact reason you got the saddest looking tree every Christmas. Brock always argued that they didn’t know the difference, but Quinn always encouraged your need to give your love to the ones who needed it the most. Whether it made a difference or not, because it made a difference to you.
“Are any of them calling your name yet?” Quinn asked as he slipped his hand around yours. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to find ways to cling to one another, or even to hold hands, but it always felt new. The butterflies that erupted in your stomach always took your breath away. 
You tried to keep things casual though as you shrugged your shoulders, “There’s a lot of them that I feel like could use me but I haven’t found the ones that need me just yet.”
“Then we keep looking,” Quinn offered always having patience in spades for you especially if he knew that you were going to be happy.
It was only fifteen minutes later that you finally found the perfect three to take home with you. With the brightest smile on your face you didn’t even fight Quinn as he paid for the pumpkins. Anything that had you looking that happy was worth any dollar amount to him.
---+i---
You were standing at work waiting for a fresh cup of coffee to brew. You weren’t sure if it was your third or forth cup of the morning, but between the lack of sleep the night before and what essentially had felt like everything at work turning into a dumpster fire before your very eyes. There was no telling if you would be surviving the next hour with your sanity much less making it to the end of the day and your only hope to do so was with coffee. Unsafe amounts or otherwise.
What you hadn’t expected was for your best friend to surprise you. It was almost like Quinn had a special sense of when you were stressed out and one of his magical hugs would be your saving grace. You weren’t sure of the magic or science behind it, but you were grateful for it. 
You felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist holding you to a familiar chest. “There you are beautiful,” he murmured quietly against your hair before he finally let you go so that you could turn around to face him. 
“Ah yes so shocking I’m at work during my usual hours,” you teased him as you stepped away from his hold. You never could trust yourself so close to him, but today you were feeling especially at risk to just pull him down for a kiss. With everything going on around you he was your one constant. 
It had been obvious to you for the last few months that you were in love with your best friend, but as in love as you were you knew that he didn’t return those feelings. All you were to him was his friend, and at least you had some part of him in your life.
He didn’t allow you to go very far though as his hands settled on your hips pulling you back towards him. He had a smile on his face that you had never seen before, but you realized quickly that it was your favorite of his. “Well okay you have a solid point. I just figured that you needed a movie night tonight, but I figured I could make dinner for you. I just wanted to see if there was any special requests?”
You couldn’t help the way your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to figure out what was going on. “I could always go for some pasta, and I feel like that might be something that can turn out edible. I love you but I haven’t forgotten about the time you tried to make me breakfast and we had to air out my entire apartment all day.”
In Quinn’s defense he did at least look bashful at the reminder of that morning. You still remembered the squeeze of your heart of affection seeing him trying to make you food. It had meant the entire world to you that he had even tried to take care of you even if it hadn’t turned out the way that he had planned.
“Okay so that wasn’t my finest hour, but I’m really going to impress you tonight. I promise,” he had left quickly with a fast kiss to your forehead so that you could return to work. Although you weren’t sure if you would be able to focus on what was going on around you when your entire focus on what was happening in your apartment. 
Every day you couldn’t wait until it was time to leave for the day, but today it had been nearly impossible to make it through everything you had to before you left. You couldn’t rush any faster to your apartment reasoning with yourself that it was just to make sure that it was still in one piece and not on fire, but you knew that it was just to see what Quinn was up to.
You had barely opened the door as you called out for your best friend, but the first thing you had noticed was the fact that it seemed as if your apartment was shadowed in darkness. For a moment you began to think you mixed up what apartment you were suppose to meet at but it was always your apartment that you hung out at. It was that moment that you had noticed the flicker of candles. 
Candles. As you stepped farther into the apartment you noticed that there had to be almost a hundred lit candles around your living room. “Quinn?” You asked hearing the question in your voice.
You eyes finally settled on him as he stepped out of your kitchen wearing a look that you hadn’t seen before. “I--I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date for so long, Y/N. Not as a friend, but as more. And every time I chickened out. But tonight I’m not. I planned an entire Harry Potter movie marathon with your favorite candies. I even made sure to find some new fuzzy socks with your house crest on it, and I bought some new blankets to curl up under.” Everything he said was quickly worded as if it wasn’t out there fast he wouldn’t be able to get through it. “So what do you say? One date as more than friends?”
You didn’t bother with a verbal response as you reached up to finally kiss your best friend allowing your lips meld together. It was everything you had dreamt it would be and somehow better. “I can handle way more than one date if you’re interested in that.”
His smile lit up as he leaned in resting his forehead to yours, “I’m absolutely more than interested in more than just one date, Y/N. I’m interested in everything with you.” Quinn leaned back in pressing a deeper kiss to your lips sealing your future together with it.
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redmatches · 3 years ago
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Character Summary - Elise
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art by craigthesaurus
alias/nicknames. Elise, “pretty knight” 
gender. trans female
age. 29, roughly
zodiac. She has no idea and probably doesn’t really care (Aquarius)
abilities + talents. fighting, painting, singing, some musical instruments
alignment.  lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true
religion. Very little religious following, some mild agreement there’s probably the Twelve.
sins. envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath
virtues. charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience
languages. Speaks Eorzean, understands all through the Echo.
family. Alastor Blackheart (Father, ... deceased), Mara Blackheart (Mother, deceased).
(most intimate) friends. Esen Dazkar, Ayla Thatcher, Cao Xiaohu, Elia Barrett
sexuality. heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other
relationship. single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated
libido. sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent / responsive
build. slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other
hair. white / blonde / brunette / red / black / blue
eyes. brown / blue / gray / green / black / other
skin. pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other
height. 6'2"
scars. A scar across her right eye, multitudes across her body.
dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic AND melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future
A few songs that remind you of them:
Halsey - Control
MISSIO - The Darker The Weather, The Better The Man
Casey Edwards ft. Victor Borba - Bury the Light
Architects - Doomsday
Des Rocs - Used To The Darkness
EDEN - love; not wrong (brave)
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by-inky · 3 years ago
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new OC masterlist (2/2)
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first part here! couldn’t continue there because apparently the limit is 100 links
LAST UPDATE: 12 OCTOBER 2021
IMPORTANT LINKS (bios, refs, etc) HAVE 🌸 NEXT TO THEM. CHECK THE FIRST PART FOR MORE!
Amira Hassan bio || voice claim || SR card
Elias Ariyoshi bio || voice claim
Yuuto Nakamura bio || voice claim
Katsurou Watanabe bio || voice claim
Takehiko Blackwell bio || voice claim
Sadiq + Ahmad Thajil intros
Zipangu dorm intro
Douglas Kuromiya bio
Riku Hirose bio
Feng Satou bio
Joel Delacroix bio
*+ ZIPANGU
Elias Ariyoshi
⤥ mini Zipangu sketches (+Yuuto and Kat)
⤥ art trade with @/krysaart (rb)
⤥ cheeb Elias
Yuuto Nakamura
⤥ mini Zipangu sketches (+Elias and Kat)
⤥ Yuuto with pigtails ft. Riku
⤥ chibi sketchie
Katsurou Watanabe
⤥ mini Zipangu sketches (+Elias and Yuuto)
⤥ Katsurou voice claim [🌸]
⤥ Kat in boba tea oh no oh no
⤥ Beans Day random doodles (+Take, +Amira)
Takehiko Blackwell
⤥ chibi sketchie
⤥ Beans Day random doodles (+Kat, +Amira)
+* SCARABIA
Amira Hassan
⤥ whao senpais so cool (+Jamil)
⤥ this makes me go uGJSUG [Amira my beloved] (ask)
⤥ Amira if I had to design her those days + older Amira (?)
⤥ Amira with pantsuit for Ghost Marriage ueue
⤥ ,,,Veleno x Amira for the soul
⤥ VELEMIRA UEUEUE (responded ask, rb)
⤥ Aleab Narih/Yasamina Silk Event Card [🌸]
⤥ chibi sketchie (+Sadiq)
⤥ Amira voice claim [🌸]
⤥ Aleab Narih/Yasamina Silk Event Card Screen + dialogues/lines [🌸]
⤥ Amira and Deuce :0c art trade with @/chillableu (rb)
⤥ Amira in Kaeya’s fit hehe
⤥ Beans Day random doodles
Sadiq
⤥ chibi sketchie (+Amira)
Ahmad Thajil
• GENSHIN IMPACT •
🔥 Amira [Farooq]
⤥ The Godfather inspired?
⤥ Amiluc (?) art dump
⤥ yet once again Amiluc (training, pyro slime)
⤥ mini comic or whatever this is
⤥ Amira and Bennett (my best drawing so far)
🌊 Genkei
⤥ “Aah~? Doshita?” teaser
⤥ lil chibi drawing
- INTERACTIONS -
(soft prompt) Stefano and Amira
[GENSHIN] interaction with Nakia (rb)
[GENSHIN] commission with Nakia (rb)
[GENSHIN] (asked interaction) Amira and Tran’s Lucy
(soft prompt) WynKat mini fic,,, (ask)
(drabble prompt) WynKat, ~Break Me, ANGST (ask)
(drabble prompt) DeuAmi, ~Enamore Me, FLUFF (ask)
- OPEN FOR ASKS -
soft prompts
shippy memes
sentence starters
nonverbal memes
describe your oc and I’ll tell you with what oc of mine they’ll get along
kiss under the mistletoe😩
relationship hcs or reader insert drabble~
oc ask game (with emojis)
duo magic lines with your oc
send me characters and a prompt
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