#i have the fall out boy tarot cards if U even care

[randyjaded]

moved house!

look how great all my dialtown boys look together , can’t wait to get my grubby paws on mingus :3c

[writer-jamie]

Hi darling sorry to brother but I just saw this amazing video on ttk about modern hotd in this old money sucesion vibes, i want to ask for some hcs or whatever u prefer about the targtowers siblings in this vibe, if u wanna write of course. i mean their house(prob a old money manor with targaryen portraits) i also imagine that they have a billionaire company that they all fight for, aemond would try so hard to have a high position and study so hard in the best unis and would be soo mysterious, aegon would just be a rich fuckboy that have an allowance and just have cars and partys and all that, helaena is the one i imagine her more extrovert an super pretty lady that goes to party and dinners with her mom but that loves to be on nature, alicent would be the daughter of super rich businessman(also otto) she probs went to college and was very smart before marrying and just being an trophy wife mom and socialite. Also if u wanna write some dating or romantic hcs about aemond in this, i would love it. thanks darling!!

Author's Note: Oh my geeee...Yes! I absolutely love the idea of modern Targaryen's and old money with them! Thank you for your request! I'm hopeful this will be what you are looking for! I will write some more headcannons/romantic ideas for them soon if you are interested!

A E G O N

Aegon definitely gives off fuckboy energy. Like nothing would stop him from his weekend parties and lavish nights out. I feel like he would be the same as in the show though, definitely feels like a disappointment to his family and doesn't really want to inherit all the money when their dad eventually dies. He has a load of friends but only a select few who he genuinely cares about and lets in. These people he will literally protect with his life. He's also very family orientated, even though he doesn't seem it. He would protect his family, no matter the cost.

A E M O N D

Aemond is more suited to the 'well off' lifestyle. He uses his money wisely and doesn't go out as often as his brother. He believes Aegon has tarnished the family name by allowing parties to happen at their mansion, the Red Keep. He rarely dips into his allowance or trust fund, saving for the future and wanting a decent life for himself after college. He knows he has his families money to fall back on but he doesn't want to depend on anyone. The black sheep of the Targaryen family.

H E L E N A

Helena on the other hand is quite different to the show. I would imagine her as a stoner. Definitely still loves nature, bugs and is very spiritual but uses weed as an escape. She loves Aegon's parties and is always at them. I think she acts a certain way around her mother and father though. She doesn't want to be seen as an embarrassment to the Targaryen name, unlike Aegon who just doesn't care. She usually attends the most dinner parties with Alicent, mainly because the boys don't enjoy them and she hates to see her mother alone. I see her as a dreamer like she is in the show. She's into tarot cards and fortune telling.

[succiducus]

{şükrü özyıldız, 36, cis-male, he/they} We are so glad to see you safe, ROSTAM QAJAR SHAH of PERSIA&TURKEY! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are CHARMING and EMPATHETIC enough to handle it. Just don’t let your RESENTFULNESS bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out before the reckoning, you were about to give the persian throne back to its rightful owner.

other characters: abby | cathair | munjal | rafael | ulrich

b a s i c s //

birth name: selim adım abdul

persian royal name: agha rostam selim qajar shah

birthday: september 21st (virgo)

occupation: king of persia / ruling sultan of turkey

orientation: homoromantic - pansexual

status: married to ariyan banerjee

languages: turkish, persian, arabic, hindi, english.

character influences: king rauru (totk), gollum & bilbo baggins (lotr), gojo satoru (jjk).

tarot card: judgement

p r o l o g u e //

If ever there was a human born to the Earth who reminded their parents of summertime, Rostam Qajar , born Selim Abdul, was that reminder. He was a wispy boy; hyper-active, always moving, and empathetic beyond what any father would be proud of. However, he paid attention to his nurture. It made his tongue sharp and his mind calculative, a son worthy, if the time came, to be crowned sultan. He was kind, out-going, but often would fall victim to the anger that had always lurked deep down inside of him. Being such an intelligent man meant that when bored, he grew frustrated, and in the shadows of frustration, anger festered. It came out as self-destruction and the inability to handle stress in a time that was beyond stressful. Most abnormally, he was a romantic - somebody who cared deeply for the people who moved into and out of his life like the rise and fall of water levels in a river. He always identified with the wind - while normally easy-going and gentle, the wind, much like him, could bring about disaster if tempered. Now, with the death of his husband coming on so suddenly and the family that he’d married into thrown into chaos, every ounce of summertime has been taken from him. He’s quiet, reserved, has isolated himself from his people but also from the family that he had gained after marrying for love. More so, toward his family in Turkey, and without their understanding, most know him now only from his anger or from his complete silence - there is no in between.

a c t i : l a l q i l a //

At first, he'd been thrilled to have another nation hold a memoriam for monarchs who lost their lives to an unknown force but quickly that gratitude became offence and irritation; it felt like a kick to the stomach, a lavish party with no mention of his husband; or japan's monarchs; germany's; ethiopia's - and he supposed, he should've known then that things would not go to plan at all. Interrogations; the invasion of foreign armies; being locked down in his chambers; having his things searched and stolen; and for what? Rostam, even months later, would've still wondered why the French had stormed the palace and taken their things, only to reveal his personal secrets and no aid, at all, in the investigation that the empresses of The Mughal Empire promised would take place. Being in the same spaces at his family made his skin itch; angry battles that he always seemed to lose had him eventually battling himself for breath. anxiety attacks, disguised as sharp pains in his chest, wrecked havoc on him until one night, an argument that he was having with his younger sister made everything become clear in his mind. He had to crown Arshiya, Queen. Then, and only then would he set his sights to Turkey and his older brother - to get justice for Persia and for them both. However, upon returned back to the Persian apartments, his sister-in-law was nowhere to be found.

t i m e s k i p //

Believing that his elder brother had murdered his sister-in-law during The Reckoning, the love and kindness that had begun to shine once more in Rostam's eyes fell to the sands of the desert. Through the shallow sands and under the hot sun, deep in his soul, a hatred started to fester. He had taken everything from him; his husband; his sister-in-law; his pride; his sense of self; his happiness. For awhile, and much to the dismay of the people of his empire, the new king shut himself away from them, sick with grief and anger. Tides would eventually shift in his favour when a piece of information, given to him through an unsuspecting source, found its way to him. The armies of Persia marched on Constantinople while the Persian king, followed by a group of his most loyal Turkish soldiers found themselves in the throne room. Face-to-Face with his brother for the first time since Khan's death, Rostam's anger unfurled itself from the length of his spine and sent him forward into battle with his eldest brother. However, a thought, of a late night in the winter; curled against the side of his husband, tracing circles along his collarbone while he slept, was the reason Rostam withdrew. He did not wish for his brother's wife to suffer the same fate as he. Instead, with both the memory of Khan & Arshiya in his heart and the words of his little sister in his mind, he banished him as punishment for his crimes against Turkey and Persia and took up the throne in his absence.

p r e s e n t d a y //

The banishment of his older brother left Rostam feeling satisfied; he had confidently proclaimed, in the middle of a Turkish dining room in a foreign land, months before that the reign of terror and bloodshed between Persia and Turkey would end with his regency and it had. Both empires are now thriving under their new monarchs, however, Rostam is not stubborn enough not to believe that rebellion lurks under the surface; that some in each empire are still loyal to his older brother and the woman that he murdered. Sickness and anger, over time, have turned into rare nightmares in the middle of the night; worry for Ariyan's safety; bouts of grief in the library; and teary smiles in the Turkish courtyard where the flowers that Khan had once strung into crowns still grew. However, he believes that his killer is gone for good and that's a dangerous place for any monarch in the year of 1771.

c o n n e c t i o n s //

mohammad khan qajar  (آغا محمد خان قاجا) (late husband) - they fell in love in the gardens of the turkish palace in the summer. their chemistry was envied, their empire built on solid foundation was complimented, but most importantly, they remained quiet about the reasoning for their marriage. they knew that people enjoyed ruining the good in life, especially for monarchs and so they lived a quiet life inside of the persian palace albeit one of luxury. the persian people welcomed rostam with hesitance but over time came to love him just as much as their ruler. they had no children at the time of the shah's death, however, they had talked about expanding their family many times. he was rostam's first and only love and his only experience with death. in fact, he doesn't know if he can move on without him but he hopes that he can make it long enough to see justice fall on the person responsible for his death.

ariyan banerjee (current spouse) - once betrothed by their families, rostam married khan instead in his youth. it is said that the man who tore them apart was the man who brought them together once again. after the reckoning and his elder brother's banishment, they wed quickly. and although rostam disliked the idea of marrying for political gain, they've grown close to them and protective over their safety. they compliment each other well, their morals are similar, but will ariyan's lust for power and rostam's good nature clash? or will they make it out the other side of a threat of war unified and stronger than ever?

rahmi abdul (brother) - they were once brothers, friends, confidants; rostam would chase rahmi through the palace, watch him practice in the courtyard; rahmi would kiss his brow; soothe the pain of trips and falls; and eventually, he would take the life of the man that he loved for no other reason than he could. their relationship is fragmented now, a mere skeleton of what once was, but under the surface, rostam's love for his older brother has no dwindled, only his trust.

dilara abdul (sister) - to be written

afet abdul (sister) - to be written

şenay abdul (sister) - to be written

arshiya qajar (ex sister-in-law) - to be written

cailean fergusson (friend) - to be written

sylvain de la tremoille (tbd) - to be written

w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s //

lovers (2/2) - taken by ariyan banerjee, sylvain de la tremoille.

advisor - taken by TBD

personal guards (0/3) - taken by TBD

allies (∞) - taken by japan, persia, the scottish rebellion.

enemies (∞) - taken by TBD

friends (∞) - taken by cailean fergusson.

[stvpidinlove]

[ JESSICA VU, SHE/HER, CIS WOMAN ]  —  [ PRIMROSE “PRIM” TRAN ]  is a child of  [ MELINOE ]  with the power of  [ MEDIUMSHIP ] .  they were born in  [ 2000 ]  and have been in nemean lion since  [ 2015 ] .  with the change, they  [ ARE TRAINING IN ]  the  [ HERO ]  role which makes sense since they’re usually  [ DRAWING PORTRAITS & MAKING CANDLES ] .  if you’d like to meet them try the  [ SUN ]  building .

yes...here i am again...!

BASICS

hometown: evanston, il

eye color: hazel

hair color: brown

height: 5′5

sexuality: bisexual

birthday: september 5, 2000 ( virgo )

BIO

prim’s parents met in college, at georgetown university. it was a long and arduous journey for both of them, though in very different ways. her father came from money in vietnam, but he moved to the states for college and didn’t speak much english, he only read it well enough to meet the requirements for foreign admittance (plus, he was exceptionally intelligent). meanwhile, prim’s mother was the daughter of immigrants who had always wanted more for their daughter. they were thrilled when she managed to get all the grants and scholarships necessary to attend, since they never could have afforded to send her to such a prestigious school otherwise.

naturally, prim’s mother was granted work study and she got a job in the main office, which is how the two met. they first bonded over a shared language and she was often tasked with helping him, and eventually she offered to help him with his college transition outside of the office.

and when i say prim’s parents...i mean the people who raised her. these two would fall in love in college, but neither admitted it aloud, out of fear of ruining the close friendship they’d forged.

after graduation, they both stayed in the dc area, but they didn’t talk as regularly. at some point, prim’s father met a darkly enchanting woman at the opera, of all places. in the grand theater of the kennedy center, their eyes met from across the expansive room, and prim’s father would go on to explain it to his daughter as “spellbound at first sight.” because it wasn’t love, it never became love, something he knew even before she became pregnant with his firstborn child. it felt nothing like the safety and warmth he’d felt with his college love who he’d never properly dated.

once melinoe was gone, prim’s father became a single parent in his late-twenties, a responsibility which he took on with care and composure. after his own experiences in the united states, he wanted to give his daughter a name that would be unique and beautiful but familiar to americans, so he chose primrose after the plant common to the dc area. his own parents back home were horrified by their single son fathering a child, though when they finally met their granddaughter face to face, they couldn’t help falling in love with her innocent face.

he reconnected with prim’s eventual stepmother when his daughter was five years old, and they got the second chance that few people ever do. they were married less than a year later, which was still a long time coming.

soon thereafter, prim’s stepmother got pregnant, and prim became a big sister to three rambunctious triplet boys. she remembers when it was just her and her father, but she can’t imagine life without her mom and brothers, who she’s particularly close to.

the only thing that stood in the way was the fact that she’s always felt different, and her father was somewhat secretive when she was a child, but by the time her powers manifested at the age of twelve, she knew why she was seeing people that others weren’t. it’s impossible to describe the feeling of playing alone in her room with polly pockets and suddenly having another girl join in. in this way, prim was rarely alone, but often felt isolated. it was like having imaginary friends with real stories and families and a whole history.

it was difficult and scary at first, but prim learned to take it in stride. she really liked hearing their stories, looking at obituaries that featured black and white photos of ghosts she knew from when they were bearing much younger faces she hardly recognized. she tried not to think too hard about the ghosts her own age, she just did her best to be there for them, because if she was seeing them, it must be for a reason, right?

her power was never something she wanted to control better, she liked acting as a conduit for those who happen to pass through her life, but she wasn’t much good at fighting off monsters and needed to come to nl for her own safety. despite her lack of fighting skills, she so deeply wanted to help people, so when the time came she decided to pursue the hero track.

RANDOM FACTS

prim totally can summon ghosts of her own volition...mostly. it takes a lot of effort and full on seance vibes right now, but she’s still learning! she prefers it when the spirits reach out to her, because that’s a whole lot easier and more exciting.

she actually kind of loves her powers, even when it gets heavy. most of the time ghosts just want the company or they don’t even know they’re dead, so she tries to be their friend and listen to their stories.

she often draws portraits of the ghosts she meets, particularly the ones she can’t get out of her head, who linger for days or weeks or months on end.

because ghosts are temporary, she tries not to get too attached, and it’s also a good thing because not all ghosts are that pleasant to be around and she doesn’t have a lot of luck with getting them to go away.

prim does have a decent collection of crystals and some tarot cards (and a crystal ball that is purely decorative). one of the only ways she’s learned to summon spirits is by using crystals to set her intentions, though it’s still pretty hit or miss.

super open and honest, esp about her powers! def doesn’t believe in using them for ~evil (like pranks or similar things lolol)

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

someone desperately longing to speak to a dead loved one (or a not-so-loved one?) 

someone who feels guilty about the death of another and the deceased reaches out to prim to help them convince the living person that the death wasn’t their fault???!

a flirtationship that prim doesn’t take too seriously because she’s friendly and can never tell when someone actually likes her. whether your char is on the same page or not is up to you!

someone Intrigued by her because she’s so upbeat and cheerful even though she’s constantly seeing dead people

ur char is convinced a ghost is haunting them and prim is like i promise u are not being haunted <3

someone who IS being haunted and doesn’t know it hehe

[petboymart]

Hiiii! I've finally decided to come out of my shadow to first congratulate you on the 100! And then, be a little curious about which pet boy would be my best match? 👀

Name: Lucy

Pronouns: She/her

Physical Description: Overall I look a bit boyish, I’m a rather tall woman (175 cm) and I have tan skin with a lot of beauty marks on it. I have mid-long curly brown hair and I wear glasses. Oh and I’m in the thick thighs/ass no boobs team-

Personality Description: In a group of friend, I’m the therapist (blame my need to help everyone and do my best to be sure that they are happy/that I don’t deceive them). Even if I may seem to be very laid back I’m a really worried person who’s always overthinking. I may be naturally calm and reserved (even shy), if I find something unfair, I will not hesitate to raise my voice to make my opinion heard.

I don't wish for a certain type of petboy, but if it can help you, I'm more of a cat person!

Likes/Dislikes: I love writing/reading (im a sucker for romance books), reading tarot cards, listening to music... However I dislike loud/sudden noises it makes me freak out. And I also hold a particular hatred toward physical effort because I'm lazy

Interests: learning new facts about animals (because I love animals), playing videogames (such as ACNH, The sims, Story of Seasons, Pokemon, Fire Emblem ect...), Mythology, manga/anime, improvisational theatre

Once again, congrats on the 100! You deserve so much more 🥳

congratulations !

you have been matched with

cat boy lev !

he likes that your tall ! it means he doesn’t have to bend down too much to kiss u on yo forehead,

hes so dumb, but he could listen to u talk abt the things u luv for hours, even if he don’t rlly know what it is,,

hes always sprawled out all over you, and doesn’t care if ur chest isnt big because he just kneads into your thighs and snuggles against them, ugh stringbean

you both can be lazy together, and just lounge around the house all day !!

hes confused by the aspect ur glasses, y do u get so mad when he takes them, they’re covering ur face !! he wants to see u !!

“lev ! i am not a cat bed stop digging into me !”

“mrooooowwwww” ‘but so softtttt’

“cut it out ! if ur gonna lay with me, just do it properly please.”

“mrow meow..” ‘okey dokey’

“there, isn’t that better ?”

“meowwww” ‘yess..i like this lot’

“okay, let’s just, nap a little.”

“mrrrrow” ‘don’t gotta tell me twice’

<<you lay with your gangly cat tangled up with you as your hands mindlessly thread through his hair and his face is buried in your neck, both of you softly falling to sleep, as the rest of the world fades out of focus, it seems like its just the two of you, and you don’t mind that.>>

[blooddrop-palace]

Project Updates - What to Look Forward To

<3 Hello all! I've realized (humbly) that I have a small following of very nice people that seem quite interested in what I've written so far, and after seeing some mutuals post update-status posts, I thought I should share what's going on with my projects, also. (Thanks for the encouragement, @queenmuzz!)

Updated Dec-10-20

Sons of Fortune

Probably somehow my main focus now, though I am steadily working on other works. Currently working on the “In Between��� special short before I start on Chapter 12.

I would also like to talk a little bit about my plans for this story: if anyone has paid attention to this story's tags, yes, I am touching up on the plots of most of the games. In fact, all of them, and the anime. (I already dealt with DMC4. No, I will not tear apart Fortuna lol.) Not all relevant tags are in, yet, because small spoilers. It looks like it's going to be a long while before I even get to the Temen-ni-gru, though. (There is a reason why that event is getting pushed back.) I want to have fun with the family fluff that is the twins each learning how to parent, first. 

Hell Froze Over, and We Shall Reignite It

The drama of it all! Dante and Vergil are finally back from Hell, and Nero doesn’t even know his mother is now standing right in front of him. Meanwhile, even I’m anticipating seen how Snow and Dante is going to handle the obvious things currently unsaid... and I have a feeling a small measure of stupidity is still going to be involved.

Current chapter progress: Outline complete.

It's going to feel so interesting, shifting from "Fortune" back to Reignite. I get to write Sera and Vergil falling in love all over again, with a different set of circumstances. Whoa.

And, and... Nero meeting Sera... odd that I'm saying this as the writer, but I have a "I hope he likes his mom" feeling going on. 

Also, no doubt Dante's brain is going to 404 when he sees Snow. 

Nico prepares popcorn.

This is Not an Office Rom-Com

I have... about 8 new skits planned out. Nothing more written just yet.

That’s all I’m saying about this for now. =P

Hierarchy of Kings

Purely indulgent M/M romance of Vergil and an OC, existing all thanks to

@wordborne

Working on chapter 2. 

I know I said 3 chapters only. I might have lied depending on how much I want to write. It's supposed to be just... awkward fluff of a listless part-devil who somewhat-recently lost his mate, got in a bit of a tiff with his brother, and now his children are trying to set him up with the prospective-king-of-hell, Vergil. 

I think about this one a lot but I haven't written anything new for it yet, only because "Fortune" is taking over my life right now, haha.

Through the Lens of the Beholder

Okay, so...This story has no real plot. As a result, my drive for it is purely down to "if I think of a badass or cool photograph to describe." There is a TINY bit of plot. Only a little. And I don't know when I'll update. But this is why I'm trying not to START new projects. Four  is a lot already! But because this one is supposed to be simpler than the other two, I will most likely finish this one before the others, so I can open a new project. 

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Speaking of new projects... Here are things ideas bouncing through my head:

- I still have a prompt from @maybeishouldwait sitting in my inbox. I WILL have it done one day, when I find the perfect way to write it. 

A whole, entirely royally late set of Dadgil week fics.  Yep. I want to write them. They just won’t be on time. 

Written in Ink

A plot-less post-DMC5 story. 

I say plot-less. There is a plot. The plot is:

Dante: Damn it, Verge, are you trying to turn my office into a zoo??

In which Vergil compulsively starts contracting strong demons he's defeated, left and right, because he's discovered "the joy of pets." The demons all take on a dark animistic form and things get wild. 

A Persona and DMC fusion/AU

I have no title for this yet, and I absolutely cannot start this one until I have finished one of my other big projects. This one will take a lot of big planning, because I am making a new plot, using the mechanics of Persona, with DMC characters and setup.

What I want to write, is a teenage Nero as the protagonist, trying to solve a mystery... probably starting with the sudden disappearance of his mother. (Most likely Sera.) And he meets a lot of "new" people, and even finds new family... and yes, he will find his dad. (I'm thinking he'll know about Vergil, though. At least in name and a photo? Isn't that an interesting difference?)

For those of you not familiar with Persona, the major theme I really want to play with is that of the protagonist growing as a person (and in power) by befriending different people that helps them grow as a person. Each party member and important NPC is represented by a Tarot Card, signifying the type of journey the protagonist (The Fool) "embarks" with that character. There is growth in both the protagonist and that characters. 

Again, this is ambitious to try and pull off... but it's in the back of my head. I'll focus on it once I've cleared some other stuff. 

Sugar Sweet

A somewhat short-chapter series reader fic... of a surgeon/doctor!reader (barely 30 and good at what you do) who often saves the lives of shady people (e.g. mafia) because you care about saving lives, not the politics. But you do make good money out of it. (Hey, you gotta be at least a bit morally ambiguous if you're going to deal with devils.)

You meet one mess of a young mercenary named Dante, who is totally not human and deals with things like having bullets healed into his back, and he can't reach them to cut them out. 

Dante doesn't care about bills for his office, or a lot of the debts in his life. You don't know where his money is going, or if he even makes much money at all (for the kind of specialty work he does? Money's going somewhere, but that's none of your business.)

You won't pay Dante's bills, or his debts, but he will accept pizza and ice cream. And new parts for his jukebox. And maybe a motorcycle. Or a new coat. Or a new car...

And you might complain to him about your dumb patients. Or just listen to him talk about his job. Or you two watch a movie together.

And this just continues. For years. 

Tokusatsu DMC fusion/AU

So. First thing's first: I'm a big fan of Sentai/Tokusatsu. What is that, you might ask? It's a Japanese genre, and if you're familiar with Power Rangers, that's derived from Sentai. 

Basically: Masked heroes with transformation gadgets, sometimes with motorcycles, fighting against evil. ("Magical girls" but strictly the opposite, a lot more physical combat involved, may involve upgrade gadgets, and not strictly limited to male heroes though mostly a male cast. Also not strictly for male-only audience. Girls like the eye-candy, too. :eyes-emoji:)

Why am I thinking about this?

Because I have found out that: Vergil's VA, Dan Southworth, was the Quantum Ranger (WHICH WAS RED). Nero's VA, Johnny Yong Bosch, was a Black Ranger and a Green Ranger. 

...And Dante's VA, Reuben Langdon, had a role in a Japanese Toku show as "B-Fighter Yanma" forever ago???? (HE WAS BLUE!!)

What am I going to do with this info? I'll let you know later. But my Sentai/Toku-loving little heart is about to burst with hyperfixation overlap. 

If I ever write this out, expect it to be just as cheesy as an actual Kamen Rider show. Or, at the very least, expect some art. I love Kamen Rider stuff!

Family Fantasy MMO

Snow introduces Dante, Vergil, Nero, and Kyrie to Final Fantasy 14 (because that’s the MMO I play) for family bonding. Yep. Mainly for silly indulgence.

Stardew Valley Visit

Post DMC5, Vergil and Dante accidentally end up going on a vacation when they try to leave Hell. No pairing with the farmer, but instead just a relaxing and somewhat introspective moment of the boys being stuck with most of their power temporarily sealed, learning how to take care of a farm, and maybe do a bit of healing by interacting with the townsfolk while they try to find out where their swords went and how to get home. 

Re-Colourize

Otherwise what I would call the “re-colour of Nero and Snow” AU. 

What if Vergil was found by Kassy’s family and raised among them? What if Dante ended up briefly in Fortuna and then convinced Sera to run away from the island?

What if we have a Nero who, though brash, is outwardly more soft and open-hearted, and has red-orange and gold colours instead? What if we have a Snow who is named Chiyuki, who wields her katana more like Vergil does, and has a more ice-queen aura about her, and has a teal and blue colouring about her?

This is my excuse to switch up the pairings, but also write Vergil being taught to fight more like an assassin. 

Raised by the Blade

Imagine: Yamato, cracked, broken, and separated from her Master... desperately searching for a way to get back to him, and ended up washed up on the shores of Fortuna. Humanoid, but clearly not if anyone saw the cracked, broken, and no-normal look of “shattered” in her torso, that she would have to keep covered. 

Made from the power of Sparda, she is pale with white hair... and she finds herself drawn to the orphanage...

Where she finds the toddler that is Nero.

Devil Hunters’ Podcast

Nico “accidentally” finds entertainment in recording the Sparda Family arguments as they talk about hunting; after all, they all share one braincell. 

Ascended Monochrome

A white angel remains by the side of Nelo Angelo. Mundus was not pleased by the behavior of his second creation, from the human woman that he had picked up with the treacherous Son of Sparda. But he later discovered that by using her, he could keep Nelo Angelo complacent. Eventually, underestimating love will be his downfall.

Fall to Royalty

A story of where Vergil wins against Mundus the first time, and takes the throne of Hell. But what is he to do next? Eventually, ruling Hell seemed meaningless when there was no one by his side, so he goes to seek out the Lady Knight that he had vowed to never think of or go back to unless he had obtained the power he sought.

Doppelganger Woes

So, I heard Capcom retconned Gilver to be some sort of imitation created by Mundus. I’m all for this! And I’m going to DO something with this.

Side-Project: DMC Tarot List

I started on this maybe months ago; and I have a tentative list oh what characters go with what card and a few detailed descriptions. I think I should confer with

@harlot-of-oblivion

at some point about this, and anyone else interested in, well, Tarot stuff. 

[theaurorfileshq]

C R O W   F A L C O N E R - Q U I N N  /  A U R O R   R E C R U I T

AGE: Twenty

BADGE NUMBER: U99F87

BLOODSTATUS: Halfblood

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Trans Man, He/Him

IDENTIFYING FEATURES: magical warding tattoos, tattoo of a Kestrel over his heart, tattoo of a cypress tree on his right side, tattoo of a door surrounded by ancient ruins on the left forearm, Two tarot cards on his right forearm (The devil and the tower reversed). Red sunglasses, so much fucking neon everywhere, a pink acid wash denim jacket covered in patches.

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:

(+):  Spiritual Medium, Divination, Winning Personality.

(-):   Combat Magic, Overly Emotional, Flawed Decision Making Skills.

BACKGROUND:

Crow comes into the world first. It speaks to his natural inclination to rush into things head first, damn the consequences. He’s followed closely by Kestrel. Cooler, calmer and collected. She sticks the landing a hell of a lot better than he does. They’re inseparable from their first moments alive, because of course they are. They’re like their father and Aunt Athena, attached at the hip, two parts of the same whole. Crow is pretty sure that they never would have survived without each other, but that’s just because they’ve always been together. Objectively, either of them would have been fine as individual entities. Cypress Crow and Hades Falconer-Quinn were good parents, after all. Loving, kind, patient. So damn protective that it hurt.

They had good reason to be protective of their children, their twins, their bundles of joy. Maybe it had been foolish of them, but they never expected their own gifts to be passed down to the next generation. Their talents descended on them in subtle ways. Kestrel always knew what her brother was thinking. Crow was seemingly normal until he woke up screaming about the ghost who lived in his bedroom. He feels bad for screaming, later. She was a nice ghost, after all. She just surprised him.

The worry on his father’s face is clear, when the ghosts begin playing up. As far as Crow can remember, he always had a careful childhood. Slightly more careful than Kestrel, who took that little thing called Legilimency in hand with an endless kind of grace. Crow had always been the more delicate of the two, the one who was coddled and minded and fretted over. Even Kes took a turn in it, mimicking the fretful behaviour of their fathers as children do. Crow has to be sheltered, taught how to cope with the very scary things that linger in the world, the voices and the specters that might make themselves known to him. Aunt Athena and Uncle Sol crafted wards for him, delicate spellwork that would keep the ghosts away, as much as they could. It dulled them to the quietest litany of lullaby whispers, voices drifting by on the wind that could be easily ignored. He overheard Cypress, one night, talking about how he didn’t want Crow to suffer through the same things he had in his life, haunted and sleepless and fraught.

The thing is, Crow was always kind of a wildcard. He wanted to run fast and take risks. He wanted to be the center of attention. He wanted to take risks. More often than not, he got himself and Kestrel into trouble. Crow spends far too much time focusing on the things he isn’t allowed to do, finding ways to bend the rules as far as they’ll go, figuring out how to break them as best he can. He has a wild heart, he can’t be penned up, he chafes under the weight of worry. The ghosts are so carefully kept away from him that he doesn’t even realise how bad things can be.

He plays around with rebellion, in his teenage years. He smokes a cigarette, and coughs his lungs out, and makes himself keep going because Alexander Hernandez  is there to slap him on the back and give him a warm smile. He does things at school that he knows he probably shouldn’t, pulls harmless pranks and spends way too much time on his phone. Aster and Kestrel share long suffering looks about him, but Becca thinks that he’s funny. Lots of people think he’s funny. And isn’t that the most important thing? People like him, they smile at him and they share in his jokes, even though sometimes he talks too loud or laughs for too long, even if sometimes they might be laughing at him more than laughing with him.

He becomes something like a nightmare of a child, melodramatic and moody and unlikely to listen to anything that his dad’s say. During the summer before school, he really does fall hopelessly in love with Alexander Hernandez –– he’s seventeen already, and he lives in the old house by the graveyard, which is problematic for reasons that Crow doesn’t even consider. He laughs when Crow tells him that he thinks his house might be haunted, and kisses him until he doesn’t care enough to listen to any restless spirits with their whisper quiet voices. Looking back on it later, Crow will know that Alexander wasn’t a very good boyfriend. That he was thoughtless, and pushed too hard, and in the end left Crow feeling empty inside. At the time, it seemed like the end of the world when Alexander broke up with him the night before they went back to school. It left him heartbroken, tender around the edges, and he’d run away to Marleigh’s house to cry about it.

Sixth year feels like the time when a lot of things fall apart. Something about him feels caged and caught and stifled, when he gets to school that year. It makes him want to run too fast and take too many risks, it makes him want to push the boundaries and break the rules. His dads put up careful wards around him all the time, but Crow is foolish, and he’s pretty sure that they’re useless. It’s his own responsibility to keep them up as best he can, while he’s at school. He really doesn’t think anything bad will happen if he lets them drop. Of course, nothing but bad things can happen. Ilvermorny is full of ghosts, he realises. More than he knew. Not the blatant one’s, but the kind that linger in dark corners. The ghosts from the Hernandez house follow Alexander and his brothers around the school. Their mother and eldest sister. It seems like there are more ghosts than real people, sometimes, and it leaves him raw and scared and strained, stretched too thin about everything he has to know now.

His mind is an open door, and the bad things have a way in now. He’s too scared to tell anyone that he messed up. That he can’t build the wards back up from scratch. That he underestimated what Cypress meant, when he said these things could break you. He almost tells Becca, but she’s got her own issues. Her and Aster explode in some kind of drama, and it rips their little group asunder, leaving him feeling stranded without a raft for a moment. He almost tells Kestrel, but she’d tell their dads, and Crow feels stupid enough already for getting himself in this mess. He pulls away instead, retreats a little, and goes back to talking too loud and laughing too hard. His grades plummet, and he doesn’t sleep, but he tries to keep up the act as best he can.

Crow forces himself through packs of cigarettes, and finds that they really do help with the nerves. He goes to a secret party, held by one of the seventh year students, and takes an offered drink, and finds that that helps even more. Kissing boys quiets him down, inside, makes it quiet for just a moment. It’s a vicious cycle that he lets himself get lost in, a mask he slips on even when the hopelessness throbs up inside of his chest. He smiles his smile and most people don’t notice when it’s strained. It falls to Kestrel to worry, in the absence of everyone else. That look on her face like she wants to make him behave himself, like she knows he’s falling apart, like she wants to worry at his edges until they grow less sharp and he can stop cutting himself on them.

He isn’t proud of the way he pushes her away. Of the way he runs from the problem. It’s easier to get lost. Easier to make himself something else. Easier to feel like things will never get better. Crow knows that honesty would have ended it sooner, knows that Kes can feel every hopeless spark of fear and panic and pain inside his chest. In the end, enough is enough for her, and she does tell their parents what’s going on.

They pull him out of school, and he spends days curled up with his head on Hades’ lap, avoiding Cypress eyes. He feels like a failure, like he’s thrown all of their protection back in their faces. As much as he’s chafed under their care, his parents have always been his heroes. He lets Cypress hold him close and shoo away the ghosts, and takes comfort in the warm embrace he always loved as a child. It’s slow work, rebuilding the walls that had taken years before, tidying everything away as best they can. Cypress kisses him on the forehead, and helps him get back on his feet, and takes him to get the same magical warding tattooed on his skin as he has himself. He laughs, when Crow asks him if he can get a normal tattoo as well, and it’s a thrilling return to form for both of them.

He goes back to school, gets back on his feet, and carries on with his life. He learns to control everything as best he can, with his new wards and his new understanding of how dangerous things can be. He learns the art of things, dedicates himself to understanding the universe, and thinks a lot about his dads. They’re still his heroes. They’re a lot of people’s heroes, when he looks at it closer. Neither of them are active aurors anymore, out in the field. But Hades teaches at the Salem academy, and he’s old enough now that he can get Cypress to tell him stories. He’s seventeen when he decides he wants to be an auror, a little bit because of them, a little bit because that’s what Becca is doing, and he doesn’t know how to exist on his own. Mostly, he wants to help people. He doesn’t have any delusions of grandeur, doesn’t think he’ll be the smartest or the best. But he knows that someone like him can change the world, if they do it right.

He follows Becca to New Orleans, like a shadow she can’t shake off. He parties too hard, and works harder at the academy. Sometimes, he introduces himself, and people talk about his dads. Falconer-Quinn? Like the one that solved the Pelican Island Killer case? He always has to laugh that off, but sometimes it feels like a legacy that’s too heavy on his shoulders. This career runs in his blood. He knows that Becca must feel the same. That Aster must, off at Salem, sporadically replying to the letters he tries to write to her. The Crow Falconer-Quinn brand solidifies more as he moves through the academy, and he gets better at being something bright and beautiful, eye catching and far too often glitter stained. Embarrassingly, he sleeps with too many of his classmates, and gets his heart broken a few times more. He still drinks too much, but that doesn’t matter, because for the moment it feels like him and Becca against the world.

He must do something right at the Academy, because just a couple of weeks after graduation he gets the offer from MACUSA. Central Squad. Just like his dad’s. He’s proud, and a little scared, and devastated for the time that he’ll be apart from Becca after all these years. He wants to do a good job, but he feels high strung and strange when he starts in June. Crow imagined that working under Aunt Cassie would be fun, but it leaves him feeling stifled and fifteen again, and she clearly worries too much about him to put him in harm’s way. She throws him lowball cases, and freaks the fuck out when one ends up being more intense than anybody could have realised. It’s your run of the mill cursed object case, telekit covers that someone fucked with for the hell of it. Officer Micheals is a pro when it comes to curses, an up and comer on the squad. It’s not his fault that he ends up at Calderon Memorial Hospital, minutes after he manages to bring their bad guy in. Not his fault that Micheals practically got blown up in front of him, leaves him wide eyed and shaking and scared.

Aunt Cassie, of course, has to find something to do with him. She tells him that he’s good, of course he is, but she can’t stomach making him do anything like that again. The transfer to Pacific Squad comes a couple of weeks later, and they make it clear that it isn’t a punishment. So he does what Crow Falconer-Quinn does best, and tucks all the damage away. He covers it up with the glitter, and the bright colours of his clothes, the smiling and the jokes. He drinks himself into oblivion a little more, and tells all his friends on Pacific Squad that they’ll have to get used to the idea of coping with his presence when he starts there.

[marlbros]

⋆*       ❪         ⛓️         ❫       ⤻       crashes  through  a  brick  wall  like  the  kool - aid  man  hi  i’m  paige  &  i’m  here  to  present  you  with  neels ,  who  is  a  piece  of  coal  put  under  a  lot  of  pressure  but  instead  of  a  diamond  he  just  turned  into  cubic  zirconium .  if  this  appeals  to  u ,  drop  a  like  &  i’ll  come  collect . 

ʻ   /   let  me  introduce  you  to  a  prized  member  of  our   student government   ,   cornelius  ‘ neels ’ rockefeller .  this   cis male virgo   has  been  a  student  at  our  institution for   seven years  and  is  currently  a  21 year old   junior .   through  the  halls ,   he  has   always  reminded  me  of   timothée chalamet  ,   but  there  is  always  more  than  meets  the  eye ,   like  the  fact  that  both of his parents are having affairs and he’s the only one who knows .  coral  cape  has  made  their  future  just  as  bright  as  their  smile ,   i  assure  you .  ʼ

basics

→  name   cornelius  andrew  rockefeller →  nicknames  neels →  age  /  d.o.b.   twenty  one ,   23rd  august  1998 →  gender  /  pronouns   cis  male  /  he  &  him →  dominant  hand   left

lifestyle

→ born   new  york  city ,   new  york ,  usa → current residence  portland ,   maine ,  usa → spoken languages  english → major  finance → clubs  student  government ,  golf  team → drink / smoke / drugs  yes  /  like  an  absolute  chimney  /  rarely

character

→ moral alignment  true  neutral → mbti istj - t → zodiac virgo → tarot card seven  of  cups → archetype  the  achiever

more

first  born  son  of  his  half  of  the  rockefeller  clan ,  it’s  never  been  a  secret  that  neels  was  favoured  by  his  father .  though  only  minutes  older  than  his  twin  sister  arden ,  the   amount   of   pressure  put   on   his  shoulders   by  their  paternal  figure  was   enough   to   turn   him   into   a   fine   dust  .  it   was   never   difficult   for  neels  to   get   what   he   wanted   from   his  dad  ,  as   the   golden   boy  /  prodigal   son  .  but   best   believe   that   every   joy   ride   he   ever   took   in   the   mercedes   &   every   cent   he   ever   spent   of   his  father’s   money   was   earned .              ⤻     the  eldest  rockefeller  man  was  very  straight - forward  about  his  expectations  for  neels  —-  attend  cape  coral ,  study  finance ,  and  follow  directly  in  his  illustrious  footsteps .  for  now ,  neels  is  still  walking  that  unforgiving  tightrope . 

basically  neels  is  not  #smart ,  but  the  amount  of  effort  he  always  put  into  school  was  borderline obscene .  he  started  building  his  educational  resume   the   first  day  of  his  freshman  year ,  morphing  himself  into  a  real  future  leaders  of  america  type  and  sidelining  any  and  all  unrelated  interests .  he’s  very  dedicated  to  his  own  success ,  because  he’s  always   wanted  to  do  well  without  his  family’s  connections .            ⤻     literally  the  only  subject  he’s  never  had  to  bust  his  ass  at  is  math .  the  man’s  a  math  guru ,  esp  when  it  comes  to  money  math .  money  makes  the  world  go  ‘round ,  and  neels  learned  that  from  a  young  age .  his  affinity  for  finance  is  essentially  what’s  keeping  his  relationship  with  his  father  afloat ,  and  you  can  catch  him  doing  everybody’s  taxes  come  filing  season .

my  man  cornelius  is  all  about  the  emotional  extremes .  he  feels  everything  very  deeply ,  no  matter  how  much  he  wishes  he  didn’t  .  he  has  a  terrible ,  terrible  hair - trigger  temper ,  one  that  can  be  set  off  by  the  drop  of  a  hat  .  it  doesn’t  show  its  face  very  often ,  but  it  doesn’t  help  that  he’s  lowkey  kind  of  a  spoiled  brat  lmao .  on  the  other  side  of  the  coin ,  he’s  a  very  caring  individual  that  wants  the  best  for  the  people  he  loves , and is the worst kind of free falling hopeless romantic . he's in love with at least 4 people at all times .            ⤻     he  has  a  tendency  to  push  away  the  people  that  are  good  for  him  and  attract  the  people  that  might  hurt  him .  his  usual  m.o.  is  finding  the  tiniest  thing  he  doesn’t  like  about  somebody  and  using  that  as  an  excuse  to  cut  them  off .  mans  can’t  keep  a  friend  or  a  lover  to  save  his  gd  life .  the  only  people  he’s  had  as  constants  in  his  life  are  his  twin  sister  and  the  rest  of  his  family .

he’s  currently  the  only  member  of  his  family  that  knows  that  both  his  mother  and  his  father  are  having  separate  affairs .  he’s  known  about  his  father’s  for  a  few  months  after  seeing  some  incriminating  text  messages  while  they  were  out  to  lunch ,  but  his  mother’s  is  a  new  discovery .  he  hasn’t  told  either  of  his  siblings ,  mostly  because  he  wants  to  protect  them  from  such  a  shitty  piece  of  information  lol .  he’s  a  steel  trap ,  though  tbh  his  parents  don’t  deserve  his  secrecy . 

quick fun facts

        ⤻     my   man   loves   a   good   suit  .  he’s  been  rocking  slacks  and  trousers  since  he  was  twelve ,  he  loves  a  good  designer  piece ,  and  if  you  see  him  wearing  jeans ,  something  is  terribly  wrong .  like  seriously  amiss . 

       ⤻     he  chain  smokes   like   fuck  .  only  marlboro  reds  ‘cause  he  likes  the  way  they  hurt  the  back  of  his  throat . 

      ⤻     he’s  obsessed  with  basketball  .  his  favourite  team  is  the  knicks ,  he  knows  everything  about  them  including  all  the  players’  stats  and  the  two  years  they’ve  won  the  nba  championship .  can  he  play  basketball ?  fuck  no .  but  he  still  loves  the  game  lol . 

     ⤻     he’s  a  music  hoe  .  neels  rockefeller  will  only  listen  to  one  band ,  and  that  band  is  fleetwood  mac .  i hate  him .  not  only  will  he  only  listen  to  them ,  but  he’ll  also  only  listen  to  them  on  vinyl .  he’s  disgusting . 

    ⤻     wine  mom  alert  .  this  boy  loves  a  good  red .  he  loves  a  dry  chardy  in  the  afternoon ,  and  a  spicy  merlot  in  the  evening .  hand  him  a  wine  spritzer  and  maybe  he’ll  stop  being  so  fuckin  moody . 

wanted connections

   ⤻     the  one  friend  he  managed  to  keep  .  he’s  shit  at  maintaining  relationships ,  but  for  one  reason  or  another ,  this  person  decided  to  stick  around .�� he  appreciates  them  big  time ,  but  he’ll  never  admit  to  it ,  so  don’t  hold  ur  breath . 

  ⤻     exes  .  ex - lovers  or  ex - friends ,  he’s  rolling  in  them .  the  worst  at  being  a  good  friend  or  boyfriend .  the  worst .  very  stand - offish ,  never  shares  his  feelings .  i  truly  feel  bad  for  anyone  ever  involved  with  him . 

 ⤻     bad  influence  .  listen ,  i  don’t  even  wanna  say  that  they’re  a  bad  influence ,  they’re  just  somebody  who  can  manage  to  get  him  to  pull  the  stick  out  of  his  ass  for  a  second  and  have  fun .  must  be  willing  to  hear  about  the  knicks  and / or  fleetwood  mac  if  u  intend  to  give  him  alcohol . 

⤻     studdy buddies  .  he  needs  #help .  though  he’s  majoring  in  finance  and  math  is  his  strong  suit ,  he  struggles  with  virtually  everything  else .  someone  aid  him  lol . 

⤻     gossip queens  .   these  two  get  together  and  tell  secrets  over  white  wine  and  neels  gives  them  unsolicited   fashion  advice  in  a  dry  voice  lmao  .   he  loves  a  good  juicy  piece  of  gossip ,  much  to  his  dismay  —-  so  this  person  is  likely  semi - important  to  him  . 

⤻     the  crush  .   listen  he’s  not  made  of  stone .  in  fact ,  he’s  actually  very  mushy  on  the  inside  and  he  does  fall  for  people  even  if  it’s  only  momentarily  lol . 

⤻     literally  anything  else ,  please  hit  me  up  .  

[sheepnosed]

ooo cel i was just wondering what were ur opinions of the nct members at first vs now??

omg bold of u to assume i have a memory tht long… but ill try!

taeil: initially i didnt even notice him cjhsdh but now i love his voice nd appreciate the calmness he brings

johnny: omg i was so amused by him bc to me he was like. emo king but now i think of him as a sweet and reliable guy nd i appreciate his love and big brotherness towards hyuck

taeyong: i wanted to just ignore him bc he was so popular and i didnt find him that cute? but once i saw how sweet nd caring he was i was opened to a whole different person from who i thought he was and i rlly rlly love him

yuta: idk he just gave off big scorp vibes nd he still does

sicheng: he was actually the reason i got into nct bc he’s like so? pretty i was yanked right in. now i appreciate his confidence and the way he presents himself to the public

mark: i was so… into him. like i still am but when i first saw him i was obsessed w the face shape and his voice and i was just so enamored by how cool he was fsjdjf but now i see wht a big goof he is and the fact that he does everything he can to further his career while remaining humble and sweet is sooo endearing to me i cld go on forever

jaehyun: omg i used to just ignore him but then i had the biggest jaehyun phase and like my feelings towards him were so special to me that i refused to even post abt him bc they were just. too much like i loved him SO much u dont understand nd like nowadays im not too into him but i love his fashion and music taste and he whole aura is so calming and i love the way he talks like how he moves his lips? idk but he’s just the sweetest nd we have the same sun/moon

yukhei: i also have the same sun/moon and i am CONVINCED rising bc theres no way he isnt a leo rising. but mistre yukhei was my first nct bias nd i absolutely loved everything abt him im not kidding u i watched the boss dance practice over 200 times like no jokes i mean this. now i am just chill abt him but i adore his sweet smile and ability to lighten up any room

jungwoo: omg same as yukhei but now i wish ppl wld stop with the uwu thing like he’d drop some of us off a building for $2

ten: i first saw him on hit the stage and i was sooo blown away. i thought abt him as an artist and like. a hoe but now i think he’s cool like gay icon but also he better accept hyucks love or wtv

kun: i never had many big thoughts on him but i do wish him the best w his new china debut and i admire his patience i hope to get to see more of him and i love his piano pieces

doyoung: i was obsessed w that video where ten compares him to a bunny i thought it was the most amusing thing ever. also he was like. Biased u know.. big time. i thought of him as someone rlly cute nd cool that id love forever. i dont rlly see much of him now but i still think hes a Bad Bitch WHAM Attitude Nasty! BAM BAM u know

JENO: omg i did not have any thoughts on him at all at first but now i wld give my first born child to see him smile. his humor, his style, his temperament, his voice, his smile god EVERYTHIGN is so so auspicious to me im such a big fan of him like. existing

renjun: omg L i cant rmr what i thought of him at all but i rmr seeing pictures of him beating up chenle and i was like hehe also his little vampire tooth. now i see him as a very well developed and mature young man while still retaining his playful attitude and god id DIE for him

chenle: i thought he was so cute. like so so cute u dont understand he was so. Cute im not much on the chenle scene lately but i love him dearly and i always hope he knows that he’s loved and i hope he’s finding himself well rested and happy because i love to see him smile

jaemin: omg my first thought was that he looks like clefairy in pink and i loved his big kitty smile nowadays his HAIR is pink so def still clefairy u know.. also he’s grown into a well tempered and sweethearted boy and i want him to know how proud of him i am, im glad he was able to reconnect with dream nd that he’s home again

jisung: i rmr being like haha he’s my age but thats it akjdjfh i see myself in him sometimes but i dnt think we’d get along for that reason but same w chenle i hope he knows he’s talented and loved and is finding time for himself to explore and grow up without the microscope of the public on him

HYUCK FKJSHV: i saved him for las t but god.. when i first was getting to know him i was falling in love nd i was so AGAINST it. i used to be like ugh god when will he shut up i hat e him he’s too cute i want to throw him. nd it was so weird idk what 15 yr old cel was doing exactly but now i am. in love w him in this completely otherworldy way. like completely platonically bc i only date girsl u knwo but he’s EVERTHIGN like he loves tarot cards and michael jackson and queen nd does his own makeup and loves dance so much and shows everyone that he loves them as much as he can nd hes just EVRYTHIGNGGG he’s so funny and genuinely a little ray of sunshine at the same time as being a sun storm tht’ll burn u from the inside out he’s just so so special to me he has his very own part of my heart that belongs all to him i love everything about him and i always want him to be happy and comfy and confident and loved he deserves everything and i cant wait to see what he does with his life because i know ill be there nd i know itll be. explosive bc he’s truly the brightest thing in my solar system :((

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- i have/will make some posts containing the following, all of which have specific trigger tags:

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okie dokie, im done being a super stuck up rule-setting prick.

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on this blog you may find posts about/featuring:

(this is essentially my long list of fandoms)

bands/artists:

- My Chemical Romance - Frank Iero andthe Patience - Twenty One Pilots - Panic! At The Disco - Fall Out Boy - I Don’t Know How But They Found Me - Waterparks - Vinyl Theatre - All Time Low - The Young Veins - YUNGBLUD - Palaye Royale - Troye Sivan - Bring Me The Horizon - Falling In Reverse - Gorillaz - MGMT - Foster The People - blessthefall - You Me At Six - As It Is

youtubers:

- the Cancer Crew (Filthy Frank, iDubbbz, Maxmoefoe) - Pyrocynical - Cody Ko and Noel Miller - Kurtis Conner - Slazo

games:

- Splatoon - Night in the Woods - Overwatch - Doki Doki Literature Club - Skyrim

tv shows:

- Bojack Horseman - Rick and Morty - Aggretsuko - Stranger Things - Steven Universe - Big Brother (i was a Paul stan for 18 and 19, and a Level 6/Tyler stan for 20. just in case that concerns you, because it seems to concern most people in the bb tag here.) - The End Of The F***ing World - Queer Eye - Buzzfeed Unsolved - Brooklyn Nine-Nine (though i have a blog for that) - American Horror Story (specifically Apocalypse... and mostly just Michael) - Total Drama (though i have a blog for that too!!) - The Umbrella Academy (you guessed it... got a blog for that.)

movies/actors:

- John Mulaney - The Breakfast Club - Grease - Love, Simon - Marvel

other:

- bats - birds - anti-fascism - lyric posts - lgbt posts (specifically: trans/gay/mlm posts) - shitposts/memes - tarot cards

[beet-rootesoupevodkabanya]

Post-apocalypse military AU.

The beginning of the end XD. Of course nobody died for real. As a true fairytale it’ll end up fine. Actually it’s still raw... FML. I never stayed up at night even for exames or anything... Snow King can be proud. For his bday I do. X3

Sound of shooting stops accidentally. But now tinkling silence isn't an evidence of the end of the battle or at least of a break. It means only that one more line is over. Nothing to hope on. They are locked here. Not so many. Less the 200 people. Last examples of experienced fighters. Of the 1st breed. Ones who still remember and realize the world before the catastrophe. Enemies could never do it by themselves. But... No connection to other Bases or Safe Zones. Blocked channels. Blocked information supports for using air armor. Emergency ways to escape locked from outside... It's too obvious. Safe Zone thrown them away. To die and let the piece agreement happen. Снежный Король sits on the windowsill. Video security system allows to watch what's going on on other floors. He clicks the lighter and inhales the smoke. The stream of death... General widens the picture. Koshey team. All dead. Through blurred monitor it's still rather obvious. They all did as decided on a short urgent meeting in the beginning of this fight. Killed as many attackers as they could until ran out of cartridges. And left 4 bullets. One for every teammate. Nobody here is going to get captured anyway. Red cloud on the floor. She tried to grow up her hair because her lover always had long and was curious. Now it's almost beautiful. They lay on the floor hugging each other. Bloody carpet is a continuation of Mila's locks. The 4 of them are tangled in her red cloak. The Black Shark could be enough to win even in this unpleasant situation. But it was found broken badly. Traitors weren't able to make it work. This weird thing was unspeakably moody. And could literally kill anyone but Sara who ever tried to drive it. So they simply torn away and took with them some parts. All vans and other heavy technique were out of patrol.

[Good work, fucking piecemakers. Now wait until they invade and ruin that fragile illusion that U call stable daily life.]

Yuuri rushes in. Stupidly giggling and shrugging the blood away from his sword. The ceremonial weapon that isn't supposed to be used in battles... Shere Khan smirks licking the blade of the knife. What are they so agitated about?.. It wasn't even necessary to get into this (meaningless according to the situation) close combat. Werewolf (actually werebear if to be exact) reads his usual cards on the table. No, not tactical. Tarot cards. He frowns and raises eyes on commander. In normally calm beastly depth burns silent panic. It's not a fear of things that happen here. It's about something he reads on the desk. - Sir... They can't say anything. Or better to admit - they can but... I'm unable to read it. I see... But don't understand. - And I don't understand this... - the voice of Snow King is quiet. He wipes the wall with a white bandage. The air around is gloomy because of terminal fire and explosions. The bandage stays clean. General's statement could seem inopportune. But his subordinate knows too well they both are talking about the same phenomenon. - Ask them... - General closes eyes for a moment in strange hopeless hope. - Is it possible we all are dead or something... And the world around us is an illusion. Lieutenant Altyin looks at cards and bitterly waves his head. - Then only one explanation... The physical characteristics of our world had changed. I mean globally. In planetary measures. Or even more... Well... I guess it's better to die without seeing what other gameplays the ecosystem prepared for us... - Victor shrugs shoulders, smiling with a kind of lost expression. He has not enough reasons for this theory. But he feels it, knows by blood and cells. Like he knew where to step and when to shoot in a battle. The knowledge that became sharper day by day. Yuuri leans to his Snow King from behind. His blood-stained hands sneak under the t-shirt. He doesn't ask questions but the black, half-blind abyss of his eyes radiates excitement. As if he is in hurry to share as much happiness with his Yuki no Kami as it's possible for the rest short time. - Sir... - Werewolf's intonations are almost begging. - Sir, promise me... Promise us. U will be...careful... - Eh?! Something funny about our old man there? - Major Plisetsky sits near, wrapping an arm on Beka's shoulders. He snorts but they all know he is worried. Capitan looks in green eyes, intertwining their fingers. Then turns to commander: - Cards say U are surrounded by the love. U're loved, admired... U're the chosen one always. And in our situation this is the last thing that is logical to appear in a prediction. But damn it... I don't even see the death in your future... I see the throne of the world. And I understand nothing... Yuuri sneaks under commander's arm, clinging to him with a puppy-like sound. He doesn't say anything but Snow King knows his sudden fear too well. He caresses boy's lips with a thumb: - We will die together. Today. Here. He explains it reassuringly and a bit tiredly. As an adult talking a child not to be scared of the thunderstorm. Yuuri nods and nuzzles Snow King's shoulder giggling.

The explosion chain is very close.

Снежный leaves the monitor. It's not important anymore. The four of them are the last experienced martials able to go on line. But whatever will happen to the Safe Zone isn't their problem now. He smiles at his teammates. Shortly and bitterly: - Time to go... General takes out the glock. The only one that keeps 4 sacred bullets. No right for a mistake. He nods to Angry Kitty. It's like a selfi. One click and a moment will be kept for the eternity. No time to say a lot to each other. And no need to. Deep inside they all know. Shere Khan grins and winks to Snow King while Beka is suddenly distracted with something on his cards left on the table. (Is it even important what's said there?) Grabs his collar and pulls his friend and partner for a kiss. First real one for them both. Оборотень falls into thin but unexpectedly strong arms staring in green ponds and trying to say something through the tight lean of warm lips.

Bang.

Bang.

Snow King drops the hand with the gun. - Always in vanguard... Шустрый засранец. / Fast little shit. - He mutters it with a short snort. These two had no time to fall on the floor. Yuuri catches them both and puts on the sofa. (He is fast. He became faster during years here.) They lay the way they often did. The way nobody would believe if to say or show a domestic picture. Beka laying on Yurio's shoulder. Kitty always was more a protective and Beka - a supportive one in their tandem. Snow King often laughed at Yurio that they're kicked out from an another fairytale - Beauty and the Beast. And the Beast here is of course Shere Khan. Kitty fizzed and hissed but obviously liked the idea until Оборотень began to mutter that he isn't a decent Beauty even if he is ready to wear a golden dress for his precious Beast. "But it will cause blood from your eyes, believe me..." And Yurio bit and kicked him and yelled: "U are beautiful, fuck my life! I fucking know better." Beka himself mostly laughed that they are more like a forest Witch and Ivan-tsarevich who was tamed by her. Victor often corrected: "Not just tsarevich. More like Иван-дурак/Ivan the dumb..." And Kitty yelled and sniffed until one day he finally resoluted: - Yes, tsarevich, because the son of the King. Yes, дурак, потому что весь в мать/ because like mother, like son." Yuuri fell on the floor laughing first. After some time Beka began to giggle. And only in the evening the realization hit their King too. And he set on the balcony with a cigarette muttering: - Сообразил бля, пизденыш... / What an idea, little shit...

Bullets went through heads but the blood streams down from the wounds, soaking the coach. It's not obvious yet. And seems as if they can wake up any moment. Снежный gets up, walks close and touches the pulse. It's not necessary, but he can't leave it unchecked. Even if everything is obvious. Yurio seems aggressively glad even in his death. He is still short and thin like a girl. He always cursed and promised to grow taller then his commander. He won't. They won't get to know if he would grow tall for real or would stay being this tiny grace. Yuuri cups General's face and smiles. Gently and possessively. Like noone but him ever could: - We'll keep up with them. Snow King sloppily nods pulling his boy closer. The unclear thought is tossing somewhere deep into the brain. But all that hurry, explosions and endless shit don't leave it a chance to be formed. Is it something Beka wanted to say? Anyway there's no time to think about it anymore. He caresses Yuuri's cheek, looks into black abyss and forgets everything. They have less then a couple of minutes. - I'm sorry, малыш... What else to say?... The boy clings to his General with a happy laugh. Rises head looking from beneath and smiles. Mischievously. And playfully. He wants to say he was happy for all these years with him. He was overwhelmed with love to this man since early childhood. Since the first time he saw this the most beautiful face ever. He admired the winter seeing him in every snowflake. Снежный Король filled his entire existence with the meaning and multiple colors even if for others it seemed to the monotonous white. Kay knows better than anyone: only the white keeps all other spectrums and shades. Only in arms of his King and in the middle of the winter desert he felt on the right place. Of course the boy has no time or even suitable words to express it. But Snow King will understand. He always reads it through touches. Yuuri hungrily leans to these soft and tender lips: - I love U. I always wanted to die with U and from your hand. What's more can I wish for? - Stupid kid... - sighs General. It's not obvious from the side but this patronizing tone is flirty. Yuuri, his shy, anxious, naive berserk always was weirdly protective. But not of that annoying type of countless fans who dreamed to see him broken to have a chance to pity him. No. It always was a different protectiveness. Reliable and loyal like walls of your own home. He became the Ivory Tower locking his Sow King in a trap he would rather die then leave. The boy clings closer and deepens the kiss, sneaking under the t-shirt. Sly sparkles in a black abyss become only brighter: - What I really regret - that we don't have time to make love now. I'd be happy to die like this. Victor smiles, digging fingers into dark silk and bites his lip. Yuuri moans, scratching his back under black fabric. Splinters of the northern sky are sad. But tender: - I love U, Kay. Cold steel touches boy's temple. Yuuri smiles leaning to it with that very euphoric expression he always had melting in Snow King's caress.

Frosted finger slowly presses the trigger.

So familiar, so loved body turns into a heavy doll falling into arms of it's master. Victor slowly lays his boy on the floor near the windowsill. They often set there in winter hugging each other and sharing one cigarette in a stupid hope the smoke will be blown away into the open window. Legs are heavy... Too heavy to go with Yuuri to the better place. And... It's fine like this. The entire world drowns into a crimson mist. It begins from boy's temple and wraps his King and everything around into the tightest embrace without a way to set yourself free. But he never ever wanted to get out of it anyway. General Snow King checks up the heartbeat in Yuuri's chest. Silent. He leans to still warm but motionless lips, blindly turns on the final countdown on a self-destruction system. And presses the trigger, aiming into silver locks. Snow King falls on the chest of his Kay. Blood stained lips of the boy still keep a shadow of a smile.

[thebvtchinghour]

( JACK MULHERN, TWENTY-ONE, HE/HIM )┊seems like CYRUS OZMAN has left the isle to come over to auradon. they are the child of THEODORA and have TWO SIBLINGS. i’ve heard they’re known to be CHARMING + MOODY. rumor has it they HAVE teamed up with the villains. maybe we should keep an eye on this one. ( hylia )

                         ❛  girl , would it kill you just to throw a little bit of attention ??? ❜                             playlist. pinterest. to listen as you read.                             ( plz ignore the playlist cover + fc section of the board ; normally                             cyrrie’s fc is. a lil bit different. first time i’m using jack for him bc                              grizz in the society is That Bitch. ) click for more under the cut !!!                              tws : bullying , toxic relationships , depression ,                             drugs & alcohol ( mention ) ,  smoking ( mention )

not much of an introduction rn bc i’m a lil tired and sick so i’ma try and keep this relatively short !! Cyrus is a well-beloved OC of mine I’ve had for about three years , but this is the first time I’m writing him as a child of Theodora since his creation. So yeah , here we go !

HISTORY

On the Isle, Cyrus was a much different child than the man he is today ; believe it or not , he used to be sweet , quiet , polite , etc. - but growing up on the Isle hardens you , and unfortunately Cyrus wasn’t spared that fate.

Bullied as a kid for the reasoning he just didn’t like to be bad like most of the other kids , he’d prefer to keep to himself and draw everything in sight - until that bullied escalated , and Cyrus would eventually grow tired of it , even going as far as physically defending himself when receiving the same.

And he always was a natural pickpocket ; maybe it wasn’t the toughest means of proving himself , but sticky fingers were formed in an effort to ‘ fit in ’ - and also , he had a fear of growing poor due to the already unsavory conditions of the Isle.

So... yeah. Baby never had many friends.

When he was a teenager , he fell hard for his first boyfriend - but it was evident Cyrus was only being used and was never truly cared for , given his boyfriend would only talk to him if he brought him something shiny. And then when Cyrus would turn up empty-handed , it would be like he never existed. 

So when the VKs came over from the Isle... it really , really angered Cyrus when his boyfriend immediately ghosted him to try and romance the pretty rich royals of Auradon.

Their relationship was never healthy - but besides his siblings, his boyfriend was the only person in his life that never left him. Until now. And here he was alone, again.

So this would lead a lonely boy to dive deep into the magic he’d always been talented with on the Isle , that nobody else knew how much potential he had save for his family. He’d study , now focusing on solely becoming powerful in magic to the point he’d even call himself magic to feel better about himself.

And six months later , with research and practice and building up a reputation for himself as an underground magic prodigy , he only wanted two things: power , and money , to laugh in the face of those that had only kicked him down in his past. Even though , he knew he was only lying to himself , and the only thing he’d ever want in his life was love.

PERSONALITY & FACTS

Basics - Cyrus is trans male, panromantic pansexual w/ a slight lean towards men, diagnosed bipolar ( like me so I promise u I know what I’m talkin about ) and again - one of my favorite OCs to write. Ever. Like normally he’s the very first OC I bring into groups.

So in a nutshell !! Cyrus is a major facade - on the outside , he acts like an arrogant party boy only concerned with getting money and using magic for the prior reason. He does magic “favors” for people and essentially is sort of a magic dealer in that sense - enchanted objects, spells, you name it? He’ll sell you it.

But this is to hide the fact that he is actually scared , lonely , and hurt. He’s too afraid to admit that to anyone since he does NOT want to be used and hurt again. He has a huge heart - but he doesn’t want anyone to know that. It’s easier to act like you don’t have feelings ; or at least , that’s what he thinks.

In reality , he just wants someone to give him attention , love , and care. He wants to be special to someone and valued - to be told he matters.

But that doesn’t mean Cyrus isn’t actually talented in his act - aside from being an INCREDIBLE witch , he’s also extremely charismatic and can talk his way out of almost any situation. It’s what makes him such a good thief , too , since he can easily distract.

By his mouth. Because he never shuts the fuck up.

He has a habit of drinking and partying as also to fit in this mask , to try and numb himself to fill that annoying fucking hole he feels in his chest. And the euphoria of it all is all temporary - in this sense , it’s also why he practices more... costy forms of magic.

He attends parties and social gatherings a lot , yes , but every time he knows he’d rather be home alone.

So I also mentioned he IS siding with the villains - ...because one of them is paying him. This is unknown to nobody except the people on the side of the villains , and in reality , Cyrus is only working for them because of the money and also because of revenge on his ex for abandoning him like he was nothing. But he needs to be pulled back to reality and realize that it’s not worth it.

Big into Pagan witchcraft , too !! Tarot cards , crystals , divination - you name it. He almost always has crystals on his person whether they’re in the forms of rings , pendants , earrings - anything. Also regularly smokes a pipe full of opium incense as a stress reliever ( bc yk... wicked witch of the west... opium is from poppy seeds... )

Admittedly falls a lot into classic witch imagery and stuff like his mom because frankly? He just thinks it’s funny. He can ride a broom, sometimes wears large black floppy hats with sunglasses, even has a pair of ( faux ) ruby boots. A lot of his shirts also have a black and white striped pattern.

Also I’m gonna share his clothing aesthetic bc frankly I think it’s cool - lots of chokers, leather jackets, sunglasses, laced fingerless gloves, black painted nails, striped shirts, LOTS OF BLACK... he’s also rly fond of headbands.

Has a huge fear of water thanks to knowing what it does to his mom.

He’s always had an interest in ghosts and the supernatural - trying to practice necromancy for that reason to speak with the dead.

Most people expect his favorite color to be green - but shockingly? It’s blue.

Inspirations bc I love that shit !!

Sabrina Spellman ( CAOS )

Theodora ( duh )

Madison Montgomery & Misty Day ( AHS: Coven )

Violet Harmon ( AHS: Murder House )

Midna & Princess Zelda ( The Legend of Zelda )

Klaus Hargreeves ( The Umbrella Academy )

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

SO. I’d love like... a Weird Sisters like connection of three people ( including Cyrus ) who specialize in magic and hang together and cause trouble with it?? All the time??? Please give me this??

Listen gimme folks Cyrus has dealt magic shit too. Please. Please. This can either end positively or negatively considering he is the way he is.

People who know Cyrus and are aware pretty much everything about him is just an act.

People who spite him bc of this

People who want to HELP him bc of this

PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE

Someone he was going to curse for someone else but then chickened out at the last minute bc I’ll be honest he’s not heartless and he certainly would feel bad 

People he never got along with on the Isle tbh

ppl who genuinely want to be his friend but he keeps pushing away bc dude has trust issues for days

.........maybe the ex-boyfriend? Maybe????

hook-ups bc homie certainly has a habit of sleeping around

unrequited crushes?? exes?? that stuff bc let’s make all my sons cry???

also would love sort of like a skinny love where he feels one way towards a muse and they reciprocate but he can’t be w/ them bc he’s well aware of all his issues and shit ( this would have to be decided after checking out chemistry and stuff )

just eneMIES PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE

magic rivals that are constantly trying to one-up each other

ummmm also feel free to brainstorm w/ me bc this is getting long !!

 i’m gonna end this here bt yeah !! please feel free to hmu for plotting or my discord - rocky lynch lovebot / hylia.#0329 . :^) so sorry this is messy nnnnnnnnnng

[ignaciaslight]

all of them for all your muses

fck u anna. at least i have a manageable amount of characters. #roASTED #jk #ily

Put a tarot card in my inbox and I’ll answer the question! // NOT ACCEPTING. (blame anna for that. jk i’ll probably answer some more of these)

bc u were a fcker i’m putting my answers under read more for the sake of people’s dashes. 

The Fool: What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?

Dany: Oh boy, the stupidest thing? Wow, that’s a lot to choose from for her. But the stupidest has gotta be when she was five and she superglued her hands together so she could have the greatest karate chop known to man. Now that was an interesting hospital visit. 

Sabina: Don’t know if this counts as stupid, but when she had kids way back when, she’d go through a list of names before she actually yelled at the right child. (She had four kids). 

Alexnder: Kissing a telephone pole in the winter because his older sister dared him to. She said if he did it, he’d get to kiss her friend who he had a crush on at the time. 

Dean: He is also a muse that classifies as doing a bunch of stupid shit. The stupidiest thing would be stealing a book from another dragon in the 50s. Never steal from a dragon unless you want to be dead. And yes, this was a dragon he slept with. No, he didn’t get a book, but he got stitches. 

The Empress: What would your muse name their children?

Dany: Well, as you know with being thany trash, you already know the names. But I’ll throw some out there anyways: Beatrice, Elanor, Rosie, Henry, Alexander (lmao yeah), Thomas, Benjamin, and Charlie. 

Sabina: She had four children and here are their names: Katrina, Phillip, Simon, and Rhoslyn

Alexander: Ella, Jackson, and Nora.

Dean: Never wants kids, but he had a little girl he never met and her name was Robin. 

fuck after doing two of these i’m already done jfc why did i take up this challenge to do all of them? Judgement: Would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover?

Dany: FUCK NO (her ex-lover would be Dean). She has a Teddy, she is perfectly fine with that old Welsh plant nerd. 

Sabina: She’s had lots of “lovers”, I use that term loosely. She’d rather use the term companion, but she’s not activiely looking for one. To be honest, if her husband was alive, still, she’d want to be with him. (but yes she is very happy with Raphael)

Alexander: No

Dean: Maybe (it was Dany and yes he still loves her). NO

The World: What has been your muse’s greatest success?

Dany: Tbh, actually finding someone who loves her completly. (i’m a sAP OKAY AND SHE IS TOO)

Sabina:Well, she’s a CEO, so. 

Alexander: He read 40 books in one summer when he was twelve. 

Dean: He won a poker match based all on bluffs. 

The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muse’s life?

Dany: The happiest moment of Dany’s life probably would be the moment when she was at her grandparents’ for the weekend back when she was nine. Her grandfather played old jazz, her grandmother helped Dany bake, and her grandfather started a flour war. The not fun part of that memory was having to clean the kitchen—they all did it, though. Even then, I guess, it was fun for Dany. 

Sabina: When she first held her first born baby, along with holding her children for the first time in general. 

Alexander: When he won a spar against his siblings back when they trained together. 

Dean: V-E Day. 

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

Dany: Yes, but she’s always shit out of luck. 

Sabina: No

Alexander: Yes. 

Dean: No

The Hierophant: What is one rule or law your muse would never break?

Dany: this is a toughy. Probably something to do with vandalism with CERTAIN (American) national monuments. Not all of them, but certain ones. 

Sabina: Well, now in modern times, theft. 

Alexander: Talking in libraries. 

Dean: Oddly enough, something to do with jaywalking

Strength: Name a time when your muse had to be strong in the face of danger or trouble.

Dany: Her whole life, basically. 

Sabina: When she lived on the streets with her sister. 

Alexander: He’s a hunter. So…

Dean: He was in WW2

The Star: If your muse had one wish, what would it be?

Dany: It’s moribid, but for her mother to have died during childbirth. She feels, that if her mom had died during childbirth, she wouldn’t’ve had to go through foster care and her father wouldn’t be in jail. Her mom basically was the root cause of her childhood trauma. 

Sabina: for her family to still be alive. 

Alexander: To not be a hunter anymore.

Dean: To know his daughter. 

The Magician: What would your muse draw if given paper and markers?

Dany: Well, in canon, she can’t draw for shit. In some AU”s she can draw, but for her main verse? yeah stick figures. Something to do with Captain America, probably. 

Sabina: Lmao Raphael, probably, when he wasn’t looking. Joking with that (mostly). She prob would draw a still life of water lilies, i think. 

Alexander: Doesn’t like to draw. 

Dean: A stupid looking squirrel reading a book because he’s “nuts for knowledge.” bye. 

The Emperor: Name a time your muse has broken the rules.

Dany: Lmao. Uh. All the time. 

Sabina: Back in the good ol’ days, she stole food for her and her sister. Also, she’s old as fuck. I don’t have the time to go through all the times she broke the rules. 

Alexander: He has to break and enter into places as a hunter. 

Dean: He gambles illegally and does illegal shit all the time. 

FUCK THERE ARE SO MANY TO ANSWER how am i nOT DONE. 

Death: If your muse had to change something about themselves, what would they change?

Dany: Her past.  also to not be allergic to cats. 

Sabina: She’d like to be mortal. 

Alexander: His insomnia. 

Dean: His cowardance (yep. he’s a coward in the context of not seeing his daughter). 

The Chariot: If your muse ruled the world, what would they change first?

Dany: Make foster care a better system.

Sabina: Access to health care and food to be more readily available.

Alexander: Doesn’t want to rule the world. 

Dean: FIND THE LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA. 

The High Priestess: What is the smartest thing your muse has ever done?

Dany: She doesn’t do many smart things.  BUT to be sappy here—Probably letting Teddy in her life bc he’s helped her become a better person. 

Sabina: Helping those in need and also, preserving artifacts and art. 

Alexander: Not pissing off his sister when she was pregnant when he visited her and his brother inlaw. 

Dean: Leaving his longtime girfriend and daughter behind. He wouldn’t’ve been good for them in the 60s. 

Temperance: Would your muse remain calm despite the worst circumstances?

Dany: Depends on the circumstance. 

Sabina: Yes. 

Alexander: No. 

Dean: No. 

The Lovers: At what age did your muse first fall in love?

Dany: When she was seventeen, living on the streets. It was with a twenty-year-old woman who kept her under her wing when Dany pissed off the wrong person. She struggled with drug addiction, though, and Dany tried her best to care for her. (but if we want to actually go into how dragons actually love someone, it would be when she met teddy llmao so that would be when she was 24)

Sabina (awh shit i have to do math for this old fuck): When she was 37 lmao. She never really felt romantic love until she met her husband. Dragons don’t really feel that intense love all the time, it usually happens once. Idk if that makes sense. I’m going crazy answering all these. 

Alexander: When he was twenty three. 

Dean: fuck i have to do math for him too  dslfjk I don’t think he’s really fallen in love with someone. Then again that might just be me going crazy answring all these. 

The Hermit: If your muse were trapped alone on an island, name three things they’d have to have..

Dany: Well, she’d hate everything. She hates water. So tbh. Yeah. I can’t think of anything bc she’s too freaked out in my mind to even come up with anything. Yeah. Hahaha yeah. She’d rather die than get trapped on a damn island surrounded by water. 

Sabina: Sketchbook, pencils, and a compass. 

Alexander: A knife, water purifier, and probably a book of some kind. 

Dean: A pilot, a working airplane, and fuel for an airplane. There’s no way he’s getting stuck on an island. 

The Moon: Has your muse ever had something unexplained happen to them? If so, what?

are you really going to make me answer this?

Dany: Um. Well. Learning she was a dragon was one of them. 

Sabina: No

Alexander: Woke up on the other side of a state once, didn’t know how he got there. 

Dean: No

Justice: What’s something your muse has been dying to admit or confess?

Dany: She loves pop music. So much pop music. 

Sabina: Her favorite snack is one of those chocolate ice cream pops thing. 

Alexander: Hates the color fushia. 

Dean: Still loves likes hates Dany. 

The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can’t give up.

Dany: Burning things. 

Sabina: Peeling off a new manicure. 

Alexander: Biting his nails. 

Dean: Gambling. 

The Devil: What was the worst relationship your muse has ever had?

Dany: With Dean. 

Sabina: Probably with some painter in Italy during the Renaissance. He snored. Really loudly.

Alexander: He’s never really been one for relationships. He’s more so a one night stand kinda guy. 

Dean: With Dany. 

The Tower: What event would trigger your muse’s breaking point?

Dany: Her fear of water

Sabina: A reminder that she can’t save everyone. 

Alexander: Having to physically fight his family to get out of the hunting life.  

Dean: Meeting his daugher. 

[wydseo-blog]

it’s ya hoe, luna, back at it again with the second muse who will probably get more love bc i have a longer history with him and i have him fleshed out better (sorry jeongi baby)  

anyways, his tag line is literally “issa messy bitch who lives for drama and chaos” and i hope y'all will beAT HIS ASS FOR ME BC HE’S ANNOYING AF! !!! do NOT STAN HIM

under da cut is his background :) enjoy :)

slight warning for mentions of abuse and a hella lot of cursing....he gets his potty mouth from me im sorry.

–– PERSONALITY

first off, seo-bin thrives on compliments and attention. so u want something from him, say, money or information about someone, just stroke his huge ass ego and he’ll fall in your hands like putty.

OKAY NOW, yoo seo-bin takes pride in his flower boy/effeminate looks (his father don’t but that’s another story that i haven’t thought of yet lololol) 

he’s like “fuck gender roles and fuck JACK!” and wakes up at 4 am each day to make sure his face is beat to the high heavens. 

his potential brides even ends up breaking off their marriage proposals bc he won’t tell them his secrets on how to blend their eyeshadow perfectly/won’t do their make up. 

but he’s like “lol bitch i had to learn, u will too lol git gud hoe”

he’s the kim kardashian of his family tbh.

he’s the type of person whose only answer is to break up with your s/o if they treat you like shit bc, yah, he might be an ass sometimes but he lives long enough to know when it’s time to dump someone even tho he’s never been in a Romantic Relationship™

but on the flipside, when he feels like breaking hearts, he can switch it up and can snatch any and everyone up if he pleases.

“o that’s ur man? sorry, he ate my ass two hours ago.” or “that’s ur wiFE?! o man, do u know that she likes it when i bukk–” ANYWAYS. 

he really don’t care for relationships. well, i mean, not right now at least. he’s too busy slaying people with a simple grin and his witty intelligence. but in the far far far far far future, he does want to settle down and become a cute ass family with cute ass children (ugh. can’t relate.) and a cute ass lover (be it man, woman or in between. he ain’t picky.) with cute ass cats and dogs in a cute ass house with cute ass white picket fences. and attends cute ass pta meetings. 

ALTHOUGH, on the off chance that you managed to dig ur way into his heart that’s really a hole with an ice pump in it, he’s more than willing to lay down his life for you

well no. he’s not. at the most, he’ll give you love and affection if you need it or even some money but to give up his life?? lemme get back to u on that….

ok but back to the love and affection part. 

growing up with politicians and other corrupt people of power running all throughout his house constantly, he was bound to pick up on some of their habits. especially when his father was training him and his elder brother to take after him. 

so u know pops was happy his youngest son started showing interest in this old ass politician whose aura basically screamed “THIS IS THE FUCKING DEVIL IN DISGUISE DO NOT APPROACH!” 

but seo-bin being an asshole kid (and wanted to make pops proud) ignored all warning signs and went up to the politician and after that, they became a close senpai and kouhai~~

more about these two in the backstory section lmAO 

considering he’s from a rich ass family with old and dirty money, you’d think he’d do the cliche route and be super disgusted with it and try to give it away to charity or pay for some poor kid’s college tuition without expecting a thing back, then honey, you got a big storm coming. keep that progressive shit for the future generations. money is his only fun on the god forsaken earth and he’ll be damned if he gave that up to better the world.

he’s also super into tarots cards and everything like that. 

he also liked playing with fire and try to summon the mothERFUCKING DEVIL ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS AS IF HIS BITCH ASS WON’T BE POSSESSED. but he stopped that shit when he turned 13 when he realized his emoness ain’t cute (he was a hardcore chunnibyou if u didn’t realize it.)

also before i forget, his bitch ass don’t have a sense of direction so pls don’t ask him to lead you anywhere bc he’ll somehow make the both of u end up in peru with llamas surrounding you (it happened before..) and he’ll just be looking at you like you did something wrong. 

–– BACKGROUND

yoo seo-bin was born feburary 15th to a corrupt politician and a famous super model/sugar baby (he got most of his looks from his mom, including the hair) 

his older brother, yoo dae-bin (their parents are so original istg) was born january  21st

dae-bin wasn’t really interested in politics like their father was but just did it bc he didn’t have an idea of what he wanted to do yet.

seo-bin however, was interested in how a group of simple old men can dictate how their country works

obvious jackpot there. 

dae-bin inherited their father ruggedly handsome looks and females always flocked to him before they even glanced at seo-bin

and that made seo oddly pissed the fuck off bc “how come i get all of his leftovers? I’M THE BABY! TAKE CARE OF ME” despite the fact that his brother is like 5 years older than him and have more time to experience females…

so to get over this, seo begun to interrupt dae’s intimate time with this one specific female he used to bring home all of the time and just started flirting with her until she was charmed by seo-bin and she begun to spend most of her time cooing at seo-bin’s adorable kiddy face. 

then he begun spewing lies on his brother.

*rena voice* “ring ring yeoboseyo?” “ oh! noonaaa~ do u know binnie-hyung bought home another girl?! they were making a lot of noise too so i couldn’t sleep last night! this was like the fifth one this week!! *activate teary eyes*” 

needless to say, she got pissed. and broke off their engagement. the bins’ pops got heated at the loss of an important business partner.

till this day, seo-bin still doesn’t care what sort of punishment dae-bin received. he just remembers laying in bed with a wide ass evil grin on his face as he listened to his brother’s muffled pleas for forgiveness 

but tbh, these two never received any familial love. all they know is money and how it can change people’s mind with the right number. their mom was too busy jet setting to some foreign land bc of her career and their pop was too busy being corrupt. so they had to rely on each other and had to remember the love they got when they were, like, infants. 

so back to the devil politician i mentioned earlier

so, after their little mentor/mentee sessions was arranged, dae-bin finally spoke up to his younger brother, voicing his concerns about this

“ah…well….i’m sorry you feel that way hyung but someone has to become the star child >:)” 

but turns out dae was right when seo came home one day with blood running down his nose and a black eye. the abuse continued on for like six months before dae stepped in and was like “ayo fam. u finna keep hitting my brother then i’m gon break ya knee caps. fuck wit me if u wanna. u know we got the money to make ur death look like an suicide. not to mention, all of korea’s police force is on our side, willingly and unwillingly. so pick ur poison wisely.” 

that was when seo started to gain a little respect for dae.

but tHEN THEIR FATHER CAME OUTTA NOWHERE AND SPOKE TO THE BROTHERS ABOUT WHO WILL INHERIT THE FAMILY’S ROYALTIES

seo, being smug and assuming shit, got his little heart broken when his father called out to the other bin. 

“BITCH WHAT??? AFTER ALL I DID??/ U GON GIVE IT TO THIS HEADASS?” 

well he didn’t say that. but knowing his mouth, he probably would have. 

but the respect he had for his brother went out of the door when dae actually accepted it. like with no hesitance at all. 

CAN’T TRUST THESE HOES. CAN’T TRUST YA FAMILY. CAN’T TRUST NO-ONE.

so, he begun plotting on how to break dae and get him impeached (this ain’t a president campaign luna calm down lmoa) as the *iron’s voice* motherfucking top man. 

SO HE ENLISTED HELP FROM THAT CHICK AND OOH BOY SHE HAD A LOT OF DIRT ON HIS BROTHER. 

side note; he keeps her as a confidant 

so he brought out Receipts™ and tossed them on his pops desk like *jennie voice* click clack bada bing bada boom bitch

but they weren’t solid sadly so he had to call up some nitty gritty people and ask them to frame his older brother

unlike the chick, they got the job done and now his brother is rotting somewhere in korea. (omg no, wait,  he ain’t dead. he just disappeared huhuh) 

so basically, if u ain’t useful, u ain’t shit to seo biggest lie ever lmfao. 

then it turned out, his mother found out about it and rASIIED HELL about how her favorite child disappeared and convinced her husband to send seo-bin away (he hated that bitch anyways so he didn’t really mind.) so now he’s here at hongdae, ready to raise hell and enjoy his time until his dad gives him his rIGHTFUL INHERITANCE THAT DAE-BIN DID NOT DESERVE AT ALL

[doffies]

title: for want of a storm

summary: For want of a storm, a ship was sunk. For want of a ship, a sacrifice was made. For want of a sacrifice, a different story was told.

warnings: cursing, death, and mentions of food.

author’s notes: another ‘for want of a nail’ fanfic, ive had this idea rolling around my head for a couple of years now, and its only recently that ive finally made a decent prologue for it. i’ll be posting this on both ao3/ff.net later maybe

if u wanna review or leave a comment i love rbs or replies!!! i love ppl talking to me basically

Alvida had completely obliterated the precious dinghy Coby had painstakingly built from scratch in a fit of rage, and he, a simple cabin boy who wanted nothing more than to avoid getting maced, just couldn’t help but make it a thousand times worse.

“A-Alvida is… Alvida… She’s…”

“…THE UGLIEST DAMN BITCH!”

And to think, he had been so careful before.

Apologizing if Alvida so much as stared in his direction, bowing his head whenever the pirate passed by, even taking the initiative to swab the boat front to back five times in the row until the mace-wielding captain was satisfied. He would’ve humiliated himself a thousand times over if it meant keeping himself alive.

Yet here he was, throwing his life away on a stupid, momentary whim.  

I don’t mind dying for my dreams.

…well, he supposed it wasn’t all that stupid.

What was the point of having a dream if you weren’t willing to give everything up for it?

That was what a certain straw-hatted pirate had told him as he shoved the doomed cabin boy away from the descending iron mace, flashing the same fearless grin Coby envied as he faced the massive weapon head-on.

He expected the familiar sound of bones breaking under Alvida’s deadly swing, but a far more different noise rung out as the mace made contact with the man’s head.

Boing.

Coby blinked once. Alvida blinked twice. Her cronies didn’t blink at all.

“It’s useless against me,” the supposed victim breathed, head steadily stretching downwards as the mace pressed against the unhuman-like skin,

“BECAUSE I’M RUBBER!”

And just like that, the mace sprung back. Alvida gawked, stepping back in utter shock as her target suddenly launched his arms backwards, reaching an impressive length as he stared back at his mystified attacker.

“Gum-Gum…”

The Alvida pirates all but screamed while their former cabin boy looked on in awe. He realized right then and then he no longer needed to fear Alvida’s unpredictable bouts of rage, the constant harassment of the other pirates, the endless bathroom cleaning…

Coby was truly free.

“PISTOL!”

Even as the unmistakable sound of a jaw breaking echoed throughout the forest, the spectacled boy grinned, blobs of happy tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. His newfound friend huffed, watching the defeated woman fall hard onto the forest floor as his own arms slapped back into place. He gestured at the pirates watching on in horror.

“Prepare a boat for Coby! He wants to join the Marines, so stay outta his way!”

It was then that Coby began to cry, despite himself. The man in front of him was everything he aspired to be – everything he could be if he truly wanted to. Becoming the Marine of his dreams was no longer an unattainable pipe dream.

“Luffy…”

He smiled, knowing right then and there that the rubber man was going to achieve everything he wanted, and then some.

“Thank you.”

“It seems as though the pieces have finally been set in motion.”

Face impassive as he observed the arrangement of tarot cards scattered across the table’s wooden surface, the blonde let out a despondent sigh of annoyance.

He supposed it could be considered a blessing that things would finally start to move along in accordance to fate, but with the sense of complacency that fell upon him during his last reading, he found it hard to care.

There was no use fighting destiny.

The cards had already been set long ago, and all he could do was read them.

“Sweetheart, you still in there?”

Glancing towards the counter, the man acknowledged the woman frowning back at him with a small nod. She smiled a little at the wordless response.

“It’s about time for Helmeppo’s usual parading, and I don’t want him coming in here and executing one of my best waiters.”

Despite the joking tone, her expression held a hint of anxiousness. She wasn’t really kidding, after all.

Not wanting to overcomplicate things, the blonde dipped his head in understanding. Gathering the cards as he stood up, the woman watched with a small sense of fondness as her employee carefully wiped off the table he had just been using.

As she hurried the blonde outside, eyeing the familiar marine entourage approaching from a distance, she muttered, “With that way that Helmeppo carries himself, you’d be hard-pressed not to mistake him as a noble.”

The blonde twitched, hand instinctively reaching out to scratch at his back.

“Hm.”

“Captain Buggy’s gonna have a field day when he takes a gander at our haul!”

Cackling as he ran his fingers through the gold coins piled inside the treasure, the toque-wearing pirate held up a particularly sparkly-looking set of pearl necklaces to the morning sun. “Who would have thought that such a small ship could carry so much loot?”

Balancing a gold crown on his oversized hair, the man with disproportionally large earrings rubbed his hands together in gleeful anticipation. “Maybe Captain Buggy’ll reward us! Move over Mohji and Cabaji, us three will be in the boss’s favor now!”

The trio laughed boisterously, stopping only when the bearded of the three point out the small ship bobbing only a small distance away. Encouraged by the thought of even more treasure, the pirates hungrily paddled over without a care in the world.

Upon reaching the boat, the men quickly realized it was abandoned with nothing but a large treasure chest, practically begging to be opened and stolen from. Seeing no reason to resist the allure of riches, all three men climbed aboard the small dinghy.

As the boat shifted under their weight, a steady stream of bubbles rose from the waves behind them.

In just thirty seconds, the three men were gone from the dinghy, replaced by a masked man lazily wiping the bloodied blades connected to his wrist with a whistle. A new treasure chest brimming with bright jewelry and gold coins sat beside him.

Humming, he brought up the reflective metal to his face, taking in the striped cyan mask staring back at him.

Soon.

 “Damn it, where the hell’s the waitress?!”

Slamming down a loaded wok in frustration, the chef all but lost it as he threw down his hat. “This is the third time a damn customer followed up on an order! Where the hell are all the meals going?! I can’t prepare the same goddamn fillet mignon five times in a row!”

“You think you have problems, pal?!” Another chef dumped a stack of plates into the washer, unaffected by the shattering that promptly followed. “I finish cooking up a five-course meal, but the second my back’s turned, poof! It disappears!”

“Yeah? Try losing all your ingredients before you even start trying to make the damn dish!”

“How about finding out you’ve been cooking the wrong slop because of crap handwriting?!”

“Losing half the broth of my goddamn soup every time I turn around?!”

“Finding half-eaten chicken legs where our damn daily special’s supposed to be?!”

“Oh, those?”

All conversation stopped as the chefs instantly turned their attention to the revolving doors leading to the dining hall. Noisily chewing on what used to be glazed ribs, the pink-haired waitress in question shrugged at the dark looks being sent her way.

“I ate them. Sorry ‘bout that.”

The customers inside the dining hall quietly snickered in amusement as the kitchen exploded into a chorus of angry screams and hollers.

Just another day in the Baratie.

He wasn’t lost, he was just searching for a worthy opponent.

That was what a certain green-haired swordsman told himself as he strolled along the foggy streets of a certain town, free hand clasped around a sword’s hilt as he eyed the townspeople happily going about their day around him.

It had been a boring week so far. He wandered around aimlessly from his village (not lost, of course) and ended up on a boat to a small island village, (which he inadvertently ended up saving after cutting down a certain black-haired butler in a spontaneous fit of bloodlust) then got on another boat that wrecked itself on another island full of strange creatures, (he helped one in particular reach the treasure it had apparently been protecting for years, only to find the chests empty in a scene that still made the swordsman wince) before finally making it to the town he currently found himself.

He was originally planning on staying for just a day or so, but after he heard of a shop offering a cursed sword, he promptly made up his mind to spend the last of the money he made during his bout as a bounty hunter to purchase this apparently deadly sword.

Unfortunately however, he had very little luck finding said shop, despite his lengthy stay of a month in the town.

Not that it mattered. He was going to find this elusive shop soon. He could just feel it.

Nodding to himself as he passed by a red-nosed man polishing a sword just outside his shop with a massive red sign reading “SWORDS FOR SALE”, the (not lost) swordsman grinned to himself.

He was definitely on the right track.