#magic and muscles moodboard

[aristarr]

🏆The Triwizard tournament AU🏆

Lance Crown × Dot Barrett

For Lance Crown it all was far too obvious: his sister cannot participate in the Triwizard tournament. No way he lets this happen.

The solution came quicker than a lighting: bright blue dress, fine gloves, a lovely hat and a pair of heeled shoes. The last bit - a little sprinkle of magic to change the voice - and Anna Crown is ready to crash her opponents in the tournament. In Hogwarts they don't know that Anna's way younger, do they?

And everything was perfectly fine - his manners, his etiquette, his strength and witty mind - he wasn't the first boy to ever step his foot into Beauxbatons for nothing (though kept a secret for not to cause a scandal).

But everything changes, when an annoying Gryffindor boy takes the stage and makes it difficult to complete the mission.

Dot Barrett falls in love with «Anna» at first sight.

And Lance Crown? Lance Crown is not a girl Dot sees him.

And most importantly - Lance falls in love with him too.

[moonreimo]

⌕ : ​ᴍᴀꜱʜ icons ୨♡୧ 冫ᴍᴀꜱʜʟᴇ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

ᴍᴀꜱʜʟᴇ: ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇꜱ

[etherealkins]

finn ames (mashle: magic and muscles) moodboard with themes surrounding academia, desserts, and rayne ames.

requested by: 📖 anon | made by: crowley

[petals-and-all]

[ Self indulgent moodboard of Abel Walker and Abyss Razor (Mashle: Magic and Muscles ) ]

[kooktrash]

romantic dreams | jeon jungkook [teaser]

summary: he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bear.

➣ genre/au: yandere jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], neighbors au, smut, angst

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warnings: yandere. smut. jk is obsessed and a stalker. toxic. manipulation. gaslighting. he’s a gym rat who listens to deftones, nirvana, korn, pierce the veil, etc. he watches y/n through cameras. delusional jk. he’s intimidating and a huge asshole to everyone but y/n—like genuinely not a good person lol but he has nipple piercings and a six pack. goth jk. calvin klein jk. y/n is strong minded and a bit cruel at times. dom/sub/switch themes but not intense. rough, passionate sëx. mornings to come. no dubcon/noncon, fully consensual

song inspo: tempest — deftones, and i love her — kurt cobain, blvd. nights — team sleep, new magic wand — tyler, the creator [highly recommend listening so you can get what kind of character Jungkook is]

jungkook’s moodboard | y/n’s moodboard

There was a quickening pace to his heart. Sweat dripped down his forehead that he wiped away with his forearm as he looked at his friend through the mirrored wall. Just behind them he had a clear view of some woman looking at them. His friend noticed her too, “She’s had her eye on you for a while now.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he switched with Namjoon and laid down. Namjoon made sure to spot him as he began to bench press, muscles bulging with each set he did.

“I’m serious, man, and she’s hot,” Namjoon looked behind him to catch the girl running on the treadmill as her gaze shifted shyly at being caught. He was getting a little pissed that his friend does not care that he’s being eye fucked at the gym.

This was just like Jungkook too, he never showed any sign of interest in anything. He always had a bored expression on his face like he was waiting for something worth his while to happen. Namjoon’s learned to get over it because if Jungkook didn’t like hanging out with him then they wouldn’t be friends. Jungkook isn’t the type to waste his breath reassuring things like that and he definitely does not waste his time thinking of someone.

If Namjoon got half as many women checking him out as Jungkook does, he would find a girlfriend in no time—but no, he has to stand to aside and watch his friend pay absolutely no attention to any woman who expressed even the slightest hint of interest in him. Maybe he has to applaud Jungkook for this, he seems to have standards and sticks to them because in their years long friendship he’s only met one of his girlfriend’s before. He was extremely private about his sex life too so they never shared any locker room talk and Namjoon has just learned that’s how he is.

“Should we do one more?” Jungkook asked as he placed the dumbbell back into its holders and sat up panting. He looked behind him just slightly and caught sight of the bleached blond on the treadmill. She hasn’t taken his eyes off since she got here and it’s really starting to piss him off.

“Sure,” Namjoon said, switching Jungkook, “I don’t get how you seem to just ignore every woman who looks at you.”

Jungkook looked down at him as Namjoon caught a good grip on the dumbbell, “I wouldn’t disrespect the person I’m seeing by entertaining someone else.”

Namjoon nearly dropped the dumbbell on himself as he jumped up to a sitting position and looked at his friend dumbfounded, “You’re seeing someone?”

That made the corners of Jungkook’s lips turn upward and he tried to bite back a smile, his dimples still showed. Namjoon was no longer sitting and it seemed like the end of their workout so he began to clean the equipment. Jungkook cleared his throat, “Sort of.”

Wordlessly, they began to leave toward the locker room and Jungkook walked right past the blond without sparing her a single glance. He smiled, “Y/n.”

“Huh?” Namjoon asked, “Is that who you’re sort of seeing?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nodded with a smile that had Namjoon surprised. He very rarely sees this much emotion from Jungkook and compared to his usual cool exterior, this was a bit unsettling. The two went straight for their lockers as they took their gym bags out and got ready to leave. Namjoon cleared his throat, “Do you have a picture? I need a visual of who this person is.”

It was just so sudden after he had these thoughts of how Jungkook showed absolutely no interest in anyone and kept his sex life extremely private. Namjoon always thought it was just because he was a womanizer and didn’t feel like bragging about all the women he’s seeing. It is just surprising that all of a sudden Jungkook would show so much emotion bringing someone up.

Jungkook didn’t give him an answer aside from fishing his phone out of his pocket and immediately showing him his lock screen. Namjoon looked at the picture clearly.

“Wow,” Namjoon said with, “Now I see why you don’t bat an eye at anyone else.”

It was a good candid photo of you, like you didn’t even know it was being taken of you. You were sitting outside having dinner and it was a perfect snapshot of your smile. You were looking at something off camera but Namjoon did have to admit that you were very attractive.

He missed the way Jungkook’s eyes darkened the longer Namjoon looked at your picture and decided to lock his phone and put it away, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon said as he grabbed his car keys while Jungkook grabbed his and his helmet, “So why haven’t I met this Y/n, yet?”

Jungkook wasn’t smiling anymore but Namjoon couldn’t see it as he walked behind him, “You know I like things kept private.”

“I mean yeah but… I don’t know, you’ve never brought her up before. When did you start seeing her?” Namjoon asked just trying to have a casual conversation with Jungkook before they split up.

“I said sort of.”

“What?”

“Earlier you asked me if I was seeing Y/n and I said sort of,” Jungkook said with a tightened smile, “No need to bring anyone around yet.”

Namjoon didn’t have a chance to say much after that, Jungkook got on his motorcycle and left with a little wave. This felt like news of the century, Jungkook very rarely smiles the way he smiled when he first brought you up.

Who were you exactly?

You took a deep breath as you unlocked your front door and walked into a pitch black apartment. The light flickered on behind you and a small fluff curled around legs the second you were inside.

“Armani!” Your friend said with a soft gasp as he bent down to pick up the gray Siberian feline. Your cat let Taehyung pick him up and walk him around your living room as you put your things away.

“Looks like your neighbor’s home,” Taehyung pointed out as he stood near the window of your apartment. Armani hopped out of his arms and onto his scratching post where he usually lounged in for naps. “You think he watches you sleep?”

“Shut up,” you told him with a roll of your eyes, “Do you want a drink?”

“Soju?” Taehyung asked with a cheeky grin before looking back to the window, “And you know I’m joking… I’m just saying though, he always has his curtains drawn and sometimes I catch him looking over here.”

“All that’s telling me is that I need to stop inviting you over,” you said as you grabbed a bottle of Soju and a bowl of chips. You couldn’t help but look out your window.

Your neighbor was an attractive man. He had a sleeve of tattoos and a broad chest, a six pack and… nipple piercings. It’s not you’re a creep or anything but he likes to lounge around his living room and bedroom without a shirt on and his curtains open. Sometimes he would step out of the shower with only a tattoo around his small waist as he looked for clothes in his bedroom and you would have to immediately close your curtains so you weren’t a peeping Tom.

He moved in a few weeks ago and since then you’ve found yourself battling over the fact that you’ll never attract a man as gorgeous as him no matter what Taehyung says. Since the beginning Taehyung has believed that your neighbor seems to have a liking toward you.

Your best friend is over at your place more often than not and he’s noticed some things. For instance, the day he moved in Taehyung was over and like the nosy neighbor you were, the two of you stared out the window and watched him unload boxes. Taehyung swears he saw a look in your neighbor’s eyes that immediately disappeared when he saw he was there too.

Then, there was that time when you were having dinner with your friends. Taehyung pointed out seeing your neighbor and how close he was sitting outside and you just brushed it off. He lives in your neighborhood now, that means he mostly frequented the same restaurants as you. He also notes every time your neighbor seems to glance out the window toward your place but you don’t think anything of it. These apartments have poor lighting and the only way you get natural light is by having the windows open. In truth, Taehyung has watched way too many true crime documentaries and has gotten a bit paranoid.

“Whatever,” Taehyung sighed, “I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt you to give him a little show and see if you’ll get laid.”

::.

okok im in the mood for a somewhat yandere Jk bc im still obsessed with his calvin klein shoot. idk this probs isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but it’s mine so 🤭

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[clockwork-ashes]

All You Have Is Your Fire - Part XXVI

Find all previous parts on Ao3 :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @sad-scarred-sassy who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3

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Lucien could barely hold back his smile. 

Elain was close to his side, pressed against him so that only her skirts were between them. Her one hand was holding onto his own, their fingers linked together and inseparable, while the other was clutching his arm comfortably. She was telling him about Nesta and Feyre, how the two always argued because they were so similar. There was a sparkle in her brown eyes, a brightness that only came when she spoke about those who she loved. 

Beautiful. 

Lucien found his mate particularly stunning when she was unworried and at ease. Loose curls escaped the confines of her braid, and he had to fight the urge to hook the strands of hair behind her pointed ears.

“Do you think that’s why you and Eris don’t get along?” She asked innocently, genuine curiosity clear as she tilted her chin to look up at him. “You’re too much alike?”

Lucien cringed, knowing he had wrinkled his nose in displeasure. He could scarcely remember the last time anyone had compared him with any of his brothers. “Don’t offend me,” he mumbled. 

Elain laughed, the sound as lovely as daybreak. It echoed prettily in the empty corridors of the Forest House, ringing around them just as surely as it did in Lucien’s mind for moments after she had stopped. 

Lucien shook his head with a frown as he remembered that they were walking to the study Eris had claimed as his own decades before he had even been born. He could still recall hiding among the neatly organised bookshelves, escaping to the cosy space even when Beron’s eldest son was not home. “I still can’t believe you told him.” 

Eris had suggested that Elain try and release some of the pent up magic, claiming it was dangerous to do so with no training. While Lucien actually agreed, he was still not sure how he felt about his brother’s steadily increasing involvement in their lives. In two days, they would be back in Velaris, the business with the wedding finally over. He secretly hoped Eris would drop the subject after their departure. Lucien, in any case, could not imagine the Autumn Court male going to the Hewn City despite the promise he had made to work on Elain’s abilities until she became more confident.  

She shrugged, hardly concerned. “I foresee he’ll be a great help to us.” There was a restrained amusement to her words, the feeling trickling down the bond so Lucien could easily sense that she was merely teasing. 

“The number of jokes at your disposal is unmatched,” he said, knocking his shoulder playfully into her side. 

Elain grinned up at him, her dark eyebrow raised in challenge. She opened her full lips to respond, but her expression quickly transformed into one of concern. She pulled him to a stop, her head turning in the opposite direction. 

Lucien was immediately alert, trusting her instincts just as well as his own. His muscles tensed as his ears caught the low sound of shouts coming from the hallway leading to the throne room. 

“What’s happening?” She asked, just above a whisper. He could practically see her analysing the situation, weighing what she knew about Autumn and those that lived within the confines of the Forest House. 

Assassination attempt. 

The thought crashed around in Lucien’s skull for a moment, the familiarity of the feeling returning, a reminder of his past. It had happened before, enough so that Eris had taught him to sleep with his bed pushed to a wall, to ensure that his back was never exposed. He had to get Elain away, wanted to winnow her somewhere she would be safe but had no idea if there was a place secure enough within the court. 

The torches flared around them, bright as the sun, and stayed that way. Lucien balanced Elain as she stumbled with a sudden yelp in her effort to move further from the walls. Embers fell to the stone floors like shooting stars, disappearing almost as soon as they had flickered to life. 

The raw burst of power was one Lucien would have known anywhere. He had, after all, learned how to wield his own abilities at Eris’s side. 

Realisation dawned on him, slower than dripping honey. The shouts continued to travel down the empty hall, and he easily identified the distinct voice of each of his brothers. “If I ask you to stay here, will you?” He addressed his mate, trying to keep the concern from his tone, but failing miserably. 

Elain pressed her lips together, shaking her head slightly, a charming dimple appearing on her pale cheek. “Not a chance.” 

Lucien sighed. He had expected her answer, but was still worried about her well-being. “Just promise you’ll keep your distance.” If Elain was anything like her sisters, he figured she would despise being kept far from the commotion. 

She squeezed his hand to reassure him. “I promise.” It would have been too much to ask for his brothers to be on their best behaviour for a fortnight, Lucien thought coldly. They began to walk once again, this time in the direction of the continued shouts. 

Stay close. 

Lucien hoped the message came across clearly on the bridge between their souls. He would never forgive himself if something happened to Elain, but he knew the trust built between them would have crumbled had he forbidden her from coming with him. As they approached, the muffled shouts became easier to understand, and when they finally turned the corner, they could do nothing but pause and watch.

Eris was loud, his words an angry snarl. “Consider for a moment how easy it would be for me to kill you both and simply be done with this.” He was standing in the middle of Ronan and Felix, using his body to separate them. Taller than both, the span of his arms ensured they stayed away from one another. 

Despite being a courtier and much smaller in size than Ronan, Felix lunged. Lucien sensed Elain’s confusion down the bond, her feelings mirroring his own. He had assumed the two were on good terms, had even witnessed as much during their short time in Autumn. While he knew nothing ever stayed the same in the Forest House, he was surprised by the swift moving game everyone played. 

Eris shoved Felix away roughly, stopping the younger male in his tracks, ensuring that a physical altercation did not begin. 

“Stay out of it,” Felix spat, expression murderous. He whirled on their eldest brother, directing his anger at him instead. Lucien could tell that Eris preferred it, could practically see the way he adjusted his stance in anticipation for things to quickly turn into a more violent direction. 

“Can’t you see he’s itching for a fight, brother.” Ronan called, a slur to his words. It took Lucien a moment to realise that he must have been drunk. “Perhaps he needs to learn a lesson.” 

Felix smiled, looking every bit a snake with fangs. He ran a hand over the sleeve of his opposite arm, a flash of silver appearing at the cuff, a silent message.

Eris seemed to have spotted it just as Lucien had, his entire body pulled taut. He looked like a warrior as he straightened his shoulders. “Enough,” he snapped, flames in his amber eyes, embers falling from the tips of his fingers. On most occasions, the tone would have frightened the rest of his brothers into yielding, but whatever had begun the argument was not so easily settled.  

“Fuck off,” Felix clipped, stepping around Eris and right into Ronan’s line of sight. 

Callum suddenly appeared next to Lucien, winnowing into the space effortlessly. Elain turned to look at him, but he did not even spare her a glance. He sighed loudly, rubbing a hand over his face, the action tired. “What could it be this time?” 

Lucien shook his head, watching the scene continue to unfold in front of him. No weapons had yet been drawn, but the threat was there. 

“Should we do something?” Elain wondered quietly, more to herself than to him and Callum. 

Lucien bit his lip, considering. “We might just make it worse,” he said, knowing from experience how volatile fights between his siblings could become. 

No sooner had the words left his mouth, Ronan threw a wicked stream of fire at Felix, the power strong enough to make the younger male shift on his feet. There were no burns, no fabric singed. It was clearly a warning, one that had Callum inching closer. 

Callum approached the small group just in time for Felix’s answering magic to fly by him, hitting a decorative vase. It fell to the floor and shattered, tiny pieces dusting the stone like snowflakes. Almost like the toll of a bell ringing before a blood duel, the sound had each of his brothers springing into action. 

Lucien watched as Eris was caught in the middle of both Felix and Ronan. The way they hit each other was brutal, and no amount of Callum pulling on any of them was enough to end the fight.

There was more yelling as Eris tried to convince them to stop, but their voices rose over the sound, arguing about something Lucien had no context for. He tried to catch onto any key words, but was unable to piece a clear picture together. 

“Stay here,” Lucien mumbled, stepping away from Elain. She held onto his shirtsleeve, and he added a quick, “please.”

“I don’t think—”

Lucien did not wait for her to finish, winnowing into the fray. She would have asked him not to intervene, and he would not have been able to refuse her. The wind was quickly knocked out of him as Callum was shoved backwards right into his chest, an elbow catching him in the ribs. There was no time for apologies as they all attempted to find purchase on the nearest clothing item, pulling and trying to create distance between Felix and Ronan. 

Lucien heard Elain call out his name, glad that she still remained far, that she had not attempted to move closer for a better look. His relief was short-lived as Felix twisted, throwing all of his body weight at him. 

“You shouldn’t have come back,” Felix hissed as they fell to the ground in a tangled heap. It was low enough that no one else would have heard, the words making Lucien uneasy. 

Exile. 

Felix had been a vicious child, cunning and manipulative and always eager to impress their father. While he and Lucien had been close in age, a few short years separating them, they had never gotten along. The constant comparison had forged competition between them, ensuring that they were never allies. 

Lucien moved roughly, his shoulder hitting Felix so hard he drew blood. The copper scent lingered in the air as he scrambled to his feet, breathing ragged.

Felix stayed on the ground, a scarlet trail falling from his nose and running over his lips. It gave him a wild impression, fire flickering in his gaze. “You bastard,” he snarled, the insult venomous falling from his mouth. Lucien flinched, his eye whirring.

“Enough.” 

The word fell over Lucien, echoing in the space. It was the direct order of a High Lord and there was no other choice but to listen. 

Lucien watched as Felix paled, noticing how the sound of Ronan fighting with Eris stopped immediately. He turned to see their father standing next to Elain, a crown made of oak leaves resting on his chestnut coloured hair. His mate looked small, her hands curled into fists at her sides. She was obviously worried, but she stayed frozen in place, hardly recoiling at the power leaking from the ancient creature near her. 

When it was obvious that he held each of his sons’ attention, he turned a sharp gaze on Felix. “Is that any way to speak when a lady is present?” 

His brother’s lip curled up in anger, as though he were ready to argue. There was blood on his teeth, giving him the appearance of a predator. Beron raised a hand, stopping him before he even started. “Is it, Felix?”

Everyone held their breath, an unnatural silence in the corridor. Lucien’s eyes flicked between the two males and his mate, wondering what he might do if the situation became explosive. “No,” his brother uttered, the word strained, like it was being pulled out of him against his will. 

Eris moved, the shift small, but Beron saw it from the corner of his eye. Their father shot him a withering glare, warning evident in the tight pull of his mouth. “Where are your manners, child?” 

Felix bristled at the insult. Lucien could see him weighing the idea of his punishment, considering how angry Beron was to determine his choice. “You have my apologies, lady,” he said, a restrained anger in his tone. He dipped his chin mechanically, a mockery of a bow. 

Elain stayed still, looking like the statues of Day, regal and unbothered. Her silence added to the tense atmosphere as they all waited to see what Beron would say next. 

Their father simply nodded. “Leave the fighting until our guests are gone,” he ordered. There was collective relief amongst Lucien and his brothers as they realised there would be no further punishment. The humiliation seemed to be enough for Beron, a testament perhaps to him being in a good mood. 

The High Lord winnowed without a word, snuffing all of the torches in the hall. Plunged into a few short moments of darkness left Lucien disoriented, he barely realised that Eris was standing behind him. The fires were lit easily, and he could not decide which one of his brothers had done so. He barely gave it any thought, not when Elain ran to him, skirts in hand, her eyes wide with worry.

Lucien half saw as Felix swatted Callum’s outstretched hand, refusing any help and getting up inelegantly. Blood had stained the collar of his brother’s shirt, and for a moment guilt flooded his senses. 

Felix spat onto the floor, scarlet smattering the pale stone, before he marched away. There were dancing embers flowing behind him, Callum following at a safe distance. 

You shouldn’t have come back.

Lucien pushed Felix’s words to the back of his mind, focusing on the comforting hand Eris placed on his shoulder. The gesture was more kindness than he had received from his eldest brother in centuries, but the warmth from his palm was gone quickly as Eris moved towards Ronan. 

Elain grabbed onto Lucien’s wrist, the contact enough to settle his rapidly beating heart. She tucked herself into his chest, letting him wrap an arm around her waist. He glanced at his remaining brothers, keeping his mate close. 

“You should have stayed in Night,” Ronan said gruffly, straightening his jacket. 

It was unclear to Lucien whether the comment was directed at him or Elain.

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Tw: death, adultery(Aka cheating)

Daria is part of my twst x Greek mythology oc series. I highly encourage you to check it out^^

⊱Bᴀsɪᴄs⊰

Name: Daria Olympia

Age:18

Date of birth: July 1

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Hight:200cm

Dorm: Rosantée (a beautiful dorm made by @midnightmah07 & @viilpstick )

Class: 3A

Place of birth:

Mother: —

Father: Aegaeon Olympia (48)

Step mother: Eileen Olympia (50)

Brother: Lex Olympia (19)

Brother: Seraphim Olympia(19)

Sister: Cinda Olympia (17)

Brother: Cyrus Olympia (17)

Brother: Nestor Olympia (16)

Sibling: Aison Olympia (16)

Sister: Xena Olympia (6)

Dominant hand: both

Based off: Athena (Greek mythology)

Sexuality: on the Aroace spectrum, pansexual.

⊱Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ⊰

Daria is a 200cm teenager with olive skin with Cappuccino colored hair and grey eyes. Her hair is long thick and wavy that she usually has styled in a ponytail. She has tons of Beaty marks all over her body, the most noticeable ones being the ones on her face. She, surprisingly, has a lot of muscle on her body and tons of scars. She has a white tattoo on her neck that reaches down to her back.

⊱Vᴏɪᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ⊰

Maki (jjk dub)

⊱Cʟᴜʙ⊰

Debate club

⊱Bᴇsᴛ Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ⊰

History of magic. Conjuration

⊱Hᴏʙʙʏ⊰

Spear fighting. Martial arts. Hand to hand combat. Debating. Puzzles. Mind sports. Boxing. Reading.

⊱Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ⊰

Daria is one of 8 children to Aegaeon Olympia, a successful and extremely rich businessman who owns many companies. She’s the third eldest after her two twin brothers, Lex and Seraphim. Her mother died a few hours after giving birth to her. So she grew up with her father, brother and step mother, who wasn’t too found of her. While she shares the same father with all her siblings, she doesn’t share the same mother.

She’s closest to her younger brother, Nestor, as they both have a loving for travel and competition. But she’s also extremely close with her two sisters, Xena and Selena, as they are the only other girls in the house. As she grew up she also started getting closer to her step mother, while she used to hate her, blaming her for not being able to have both her parents, she now understands her and has a lot of respect for the lady for keeping to deal with her father.

⊱Sᴘᴇᴀᴄɪᴀʟ Mᴀɢɪᴄ⊰

-:Warrior of the mind:-

The ability to creat illusions that can be used for anything. Most of the time these illusions are used to map things out, like plans.

⊱Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs Oɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs⊰

𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎: I’ve yet to meet Rosehearts, but I heard he can be a bit, how do I say, um, bossy. And that just won’t work with me. I don’t like being told what to do.

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚢: I don’t know much about him in all honesty. So I have no opinion of him.

𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊: Ugh, I’ve met him once in my life. Never. Again. Honestly he’s just, ugh. I can’t believe I can’t find the word to describe how annoying and just, I hate him to say the least.

𝚁𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎: I have no opinion on him other than the fact that I feel sorry that he has to deal with Kingscholar.

𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖: Ah, the Al-Asim heir. He’s quite nice, and is friends with my youngest sister. I like him in all honesty.

𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕: Viper is, well, interesting, to say the least. I like hearing his thoughts sometimes. He’s a bit uptight but I can rely on him if it ever came to it. And, I won’t lie, He’s quite beautiful and charming.

𝙰𝚣𝚞𝚕: I’ve never met Ashengrotto before, therefore I have no opinion on him. Next.

𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚎: I met him and his brother once a long, long, time ago. And that was too much for me in all honesty. I’ll simply stick with my idiotic siblings.

𝚅𝚒𝚕: Shoenheit is quite talented, I enjoy his movies quite a lot. He always has a way to make the characters come to life, and as my brother’s girlfriend noted, he’s quite pretty.

𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚔: Hunt is, a lot, to say the least. I personally have no interest in the man, but my younger sister seems to find his company nice.

𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚊: Ah, my idiotic Cousin. Honestly the whole situation he made in night Raven college a few months back is just embarrassing.

𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚜: His highness is someone who I highly respect. Nothing more to say to be honest.

𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊: Ah, I’ve met him once, he seems…… interesting to say the least. My younger brother seems to like him though.

𝙽𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚎: He’s a bit too naive for me. Sees the world as black and white, not my favorite person, or even in the top ten to be honest.

⊱Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ⊰

Positive traits: Smart, intelligent, clever, wise, Responsible, Reliable, Brave, strong, Confident, Independent, Loyal, Dedicated, Hard-working, Careful, Ambitious, Organized, Mature, Trustworthy, Talented, gifted, Stable, Punctual, Self-confident, Witty, Cooperative.

Negative traits: rude, power-hungry, Argumentative, Bossy, Possessive, Jealous, envious, Arrogant, Dangerous, Cold, Cunning, Petty, Self interested.

Neutral traits: Quiet, Calm, Honest, Sarcastic, Antisocial, Strict, Stubborn, Reserved, Serious.

⊱Fᴜɴ Fᴀᴄᴛs⊰

Is the smartest one of her siblings and was supposed to skin four years in school but decided against it.

While she’s not a very feminine girl, she still likes dressing up with her sisters.

She’s seen as the level headed one of the family.

She love sports, but adores strategy games.

She won countless competitions, some are chess, boxing, martial arts and even fencing.

She has an owl familiar that’s always near, maybe not in sight but it’s there.

Is cousins with Idia, and lowkey is done with his shit.

Is the designated babysitter(with Cyrus)

And I’m not talking about babysitting her youngest sister, Xena, I’m talking about babysitting her other siblings, even the ones older then her.

Has tons of scars around her body.

Had a white tattoo that starts from her neck and ends at her back.

Does not get along with Lex’s girlfriend, Lillian.

But they have mutual respect with each other and she’ll help her out if she really needed it.

Her closet if filled with classy clothes and suits.

She shares a room with Selena that’s just fillies with closets. It just has their clothes shoes and bags.

She doesn’t go shopping, Cyrus and Lillian just buy her clothes she likes.

↗continuing this point, if she does do her own shopping, Eileen and Selena are shopping with her online.

Captain of RSA’s debate club.

Was supposed to join the spell drive team but decided against it.

Is extremely close to one of her cousins, and thinks he’s the biggest pain in her ass, lovingly.

Her favorite nrc student is Jamil, and she sympathizes with his situation.

Speaking of Jamil, he has the biggest crush on her ever.

She know this, but decides to act like she doesn’t know since she doesn’t like him like that(maybe a bit, but not enough for a relationship)

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

Go check out the dorm made by @midnightmah07 and @viilpstick it’s super cool. And special thanks to Jorge Rivera-Herrans for Epic the musical cause I could not have figured most shit out without the playlist blasting in my ear😭

[maddestmewmew]

1 3 9 26 29..... White woman group+your dst

THAT IS AN INSANE AMOUNT OF CHARACTERS AND NOT EVEN ALL THE WHITE WOMEN ARE MINE okay lets do this SIGH (very excited) its going under a cut bc thats So Much so ill put the link here

LITERALLY ONLY FARTY. its martin from the magnus archives but if he sounded more feminine kind of. also i guess weveline technically bc its just eveline from resident evil

GOD. OK LETS DO THIS.

barbie has two playlists and both of them only have one song in them and its final girl by grave yard guy Both Times. and yet this doesnt match her AT ALL the real answer is "we dont want your body" by STARS.

sunny is painfully horrifically easy its the fnaf 2 song. you know the one.

FERTILIZER MY SWEET..I DONT KNOW. MAGIC 8 BALL TRY AGAIN LATER

BUNNY BELOVED AHEHAUHDUHEDUH HALF OF THE SONGS BY THE MOUNTAIN GOATS. AUDIT BY WEEVILDOING. ANY OSNG ABT DIVORCE IN GENERAL. THE CONCEPT OF DIVORCE. THE CONCEPT OF BEING A DEADBEAT DAD WHO IS A WOMAN.

god what fucking dst do i have uhh WISH.. please please please let me get what i want by the smiths

waggish is that one trollolololol song from like 2011 or some shit

weveline is "my happy ending" by kidz bop

when is "i want you" by mitski

warden is "the comfort of a laugh track" by roar

west is "kiss me you animal" by burn the ballroom

GOD THERE ARE SO FUCKING MANY UHH WHINNEAS KISS ME SON OF GOD I THINK THATS ALL OF THEM im only on question 2

URGHH SCOUT YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE.

BARBIE WORKS OUT CONSTANTLY AND SEES A DOCTOR EVERY FIVE SECONDS AND HAVING A COLD IS TORTURE FOR HER

SUNNY DOESNT ACTIVELY WORK OUT BUT SHES KIND OF RIPPED ANYWAY BECAUSE SHES ALWAYS LIFTING HEAVY OBJECTS FOR WORK AND ALSO LOVES HELPOING PEOPLE MOVE SHIT AROUND..HER ASS DOES NOT HAVE INSURANCE IF SHE BREAKS HER LEG SHES LIKE WELL. ILL HOP ON ONE FOOT

FERTILIZER WOULD BE A PILE OF TWIGS IF SHE WASNT FAT . ZERO MUSCLE. SHE DOES NOT STRETCH EITHER EVER . DOESNT GO ON WALKS . ALSO NO INSURANCE BUT IF SHE GETS A COLD SHES LIKE aouhh..im dying..

BUNNY looks you up and down. you know.

WISH was in hell for like however long and got whatever physique you get from being in hell for so long i dont nkow. but OUTSIDE of the constant/neighborhood they like doing yoga :]

WAGGISH rides horses and thats it. they ride horses. good at riding horses.

WEVELINE is like ten or some shit but shes also emo. she excersizes by playing warrior cats and swinging for 5 hours while imagining anime amvs

WARDEN is like sixteen or some shit but hes also emo. he excersizes by kicking rocks on the way to school while imagining anime amvs

WEST is a fucking camp counselor slash scout leader and insane. she likes hiking and white water rafting and Sport. whats wrong with her

WHINNEAS sits on athrone and he sits there

EASY ROUND none. for any of them. i dont think abt flowers ever in my life

ALRIGHT THIS ONE IS FUN BUT IT FEELS LAME TO DESCRIBE A BUNCH OF MOODBOARDS SO ILL JUST MAKE THEM AND POST THEM LATER MAYBE DONT COUNT ON IT

[moonastro]

Hi!! I’m here for your ask game, I’m an intuitive reader so I made a mood board for your connection with your future spouse and some things about them. It is quite heteronormative so if that doesn’t fit, just mix around the masc and fem.

Firstly heavy Aaron Taylor Johnson vibes lmao, they could have had a previous bad relationship and you’re like their savour from their perspective. They do seem quite clingy, not in a bad way, they just always want to be around you and in your presence no matter the time of day. They could like to sleep a lot, or possibly you like the way they look when they’re sleeping, I do get that you’ll take a lot of pictures of them, so you may have a bunch of them when they’re sleeping lol. The relationship could be private but not secret, like you post pictures on social media with them, but perhaps not showing their face. This is really a ride or die connection, swans mate for life, when they die the other one goes with it too, this is much like your relationship with your future spouse, this could also indicate that you two will grow old together. They could have muscles, or they may be more physically strong than you. I also see that with them doing something as easy as breathing is somewhat comforting and entertaining, they may also love to entertain you. Their could be quite a height difference between the two of you as well. I hope this is ok for you, and that it resonates!!

As for me, I am NC (Sun: Scorpio, Moon: Pisces, Rising: Leo) and I would like to know what my life is looking like in the next 5 years please. Thank you so much for your time and energy 🫶🏻

hii, hope you are doing well <33

but i searched up who aaron taylor jonhson was and must i say...👀👀. i do love the fact that they can be clingy because partially I'm like that, like i can easily be chilling in my room and out of the blue i get up and go and be the most lively person lol. yeah the privacy part does seem accurate i reckon. but thank you very much for the hard work interpretation, it all seems so accurate i cant believe it😭😭. and the moodboard seems so magical i cant🫶🥰😭.

moodboard for your next 5 years-

socialising, travel for sure, being in love, appreciation, appreciating someone or something, taking the right path, romanticising, communication, letting it all in, laying back, very soft vibes either this can interpret as being accomplished, anxiety free etc.

[hannahhook7744]

Isle kid Moodboards revamped part 1;

Hunter Claudias de Vil, the 28 year old son of Helga Sinclair and great nephew of Cruella de Vil. Older cousin of Ivy, Diego, and Carlos de Vil.

He was one of the kids who were brought to the isle when it was created, despite the fact that he was only 12 when he committed his crimes. Because of this and the fact that Ivy—who was 6 when she created her crimes—got sent to the isle with him, he's more than a bit bitter towards the heroes. Especially since he and Ivy were dead for a couple of years before the heroes decided to bring them back and send them to the isle just in time for Carlos to turn one.

He raised his cousins while living in hell hall and protected them the best he could while dealing with his own trauma.

He's a bit of a loner now. He is dating Jane's cousin, Eliza, and Jim Jr.

Ivana 'Ivy' Mallory de vil, the 22 year old daughter of Cameron Sandiago and niece of Cruella de Vil. Younger cousin of Hunter de Vil and older cousin of Diego and Carlos de Vil.

She is a pyromanic, cosmetic, beauty pageant queen who loves her family and regrets her past actions, even if she's still a bit two faced.

She likes soap operas, riding her bike, drinking, designing her own clothes, cars, weapons, lasers, fashion, dolls, building things, fire, and so on.

She is dating Grumpy's son, Gordon.

Diego Ethan De Vil, the 21 year old son of Cecil De Vil and nephew of Cruella De Vil.

Member of the Bad Apples, Harriet's crew, and the Anti-heroes' club.

He loves coke the beverage, music, social media, piracy, and tattoos, and doesn't want to be evil. He is a chill, laid back dude who doesn't always make the best decisions because of how impulsive he is but he's a great cousin regardless.

He has a thing for Doug's brother, Derek.

Jason 'Jace' Nelson Badun, the 17 year old son of Jasper Badun and the strong woman of The Ringmaster's Circus. Nephew of Horace Badun.

He is a member of the Anti-heroes club and a student at Dragon Hall but is also the muscle and co-founder of The Badun Detective Agency.

He lives in Carlos' treehouse with his cousin, which is also their base of operations.

He is a semi-responsible, semi-stable young man who is just trying to make the world a better place and protect those he cares about along with the innocents of the isle.

Harold 'Harry' Everett Badun, the 17 year old son of Horace Badun and Helga Sinclair. Nephew of Jasper Badun.

He is a member of the Anti-heroes club and a student at Dragon Hall but is also the leader and co-founder of The Badun Detective Agency.

He lives in Carlos' treehouse with his cousin, which is also their base of operations.

He is a reckless smartass who is constantly planning to stick to Auradon the first chance he gets as he does his best to protect and avenge the innocents of the isle—who is constantly reminding people that he is a detective and not a stalker.

Lil Yaz Sorcerer of Enchancia, the 19 year old (at the time of wicked world) son of Cedric the sorcerer of Enchancia and Yzma. Oldest brother of Yzla and Zevon. Younger cousin of Zim, Calista, and Zam.

The Morally grey/choatic neutral one.

The carefree chameleon who keeps his cards close to his chest, doing whatever he wants and whatever benefits him and his family the most.

Lover of daggers, Shiney clothes, and potions, and the color purple. Also a baker and a rapper. Died of Appendicitis shortly before wicked world took place.

Yzla Sorcerer of Enchancia, The 17 year old (at the time of d3) daughter of Cedric the Sorcerer of Enchancia and Yzma. Cousin of Zim, Calista Sorcerer, and Zam. Younger sister of Lil Yaz and older sister of Zevon.

She is a member of the Anti-heroes' club and a student at Dragon Hall as well as the code breaker of the Badun Detective Agency.

She likes ballet, music, alchemy, magic, astrology, potion making, chemistry, and code breaking but can't cook.

She is a friend of Cj's and is dating Reza Vizer.

Zevon Sorcerer of Enchancia, the 16 year old son of Cedric the sorcerer and Yzma. Younger brother of Yzla and Lil Yaz. Younger cousin of Calista, Zim, and Zam.

He has a pet crow like his dad and a pet cat.

He and his parents get along fine, and he constantly butts heads with his older hero sister, Yzla.

He likes baking and cooking like Kronk and love science and alchemy like his cousins and his parents.

He's good at parkour and singing, and magic and he loves hanging out with Cj and Freddie. He also loves doing fake magic for little kids. He takes alot after his dad and is scared of rejection.He can swim and likes pranking. He loves Kronk's spinach puffs, canoeing, and swimming. He can also sword fight but he's not the best at it.

He is hellbent on avenging his older brother and getting back at Auradon for his death, which has put him even more at odds with Yzla who doesn't appreciate his violent methods.

The Evil Step-Granddaughters:

Princess Dorothy Annabel Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 21 years old.

Princess Daphne Adeline Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 20 years old.

Princess Deborah 'Debbie' Abigail Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 18 years old.

Princess Delanie Marie Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 15 years old.

Princess Dixie Sonia Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 15 years old.

Princess Dotty Delphine Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 13 years old.

Princess Drizella 'Dizzy' Sophia Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 11 years old.

The Stabbington Cousins:

Prince Ignatius 'Iggy' Zigmund Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 22 years old. Son of Rudi 'Patchy' Stabbington- Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Medusa 'Madame Medusa' Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Princess Darlina 'Greeny' Earlina Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 22 years old. Daughter of Rudi 'Patchy' Stabbington- Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Medusa 'Madame Medusa' Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Prince Rexford 'Rex/Nosey' Arthus Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 14 years old. Son of Rudi 'Patchy' Stabbington- Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Medusa 'Madame Medusa' Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Prince Cormac 'Brunet' Augustus Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 22 years old. Son of Runo 'Sideburns' Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Caine Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Princess Tega 'Braids' Augusta Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 15 years old. Daughter of Runo 'Sideburns' Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Caine Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

[moonreimo]

⌕ : ꜰɪɴɴ icons ୨♡୧ 冫ᴍᴀꜱʜʟᴇ

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐬

ᴍᴀꜱʜʟᴇ: ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇꜱ

[etherealkins]

Hello ! May I request a moodboard of Finn Ames (Mashle: Magic and Muscles ) with themes around academia, desserts, and being with my brother, Rayne Ames? Thanks !

(By the way, this blog seems so nice !! /gen )

— 📖

of course. it has been posted! i didn't quite know how to incorporate the last theme, so hopefully it's what you wanted. thank you for the request and have a good day.

[blvckfemmemagick]

Black Boy Aesthetic: Body (I do not claim ownership of any of the above photos.)

[lathalea]

Armitage Summer Splash is here!

The summer is almost here so let’s have some summery fun! 

And what can be better than stretching your creative muscle? @fizzyxcustard and yours truly have something especially for you:

ARMITAGE SUMMER SPLASH!

🌟 What is it about? Well, as they say, it’s all in the name… 😈 If you have seen at least one movie or series with Richard Armitage, we invite you for a month-long ride across the diverse landscape of the characters he portrayed. 

🌟 Everyone is welcome! It’s Richard Armitage appreciation time! It doesn’t matter if you’re a die-hard simp, a casual fan or if you just happen to like one of his characters – we'll be more than happy if you join us!

🌟 Let your imagination run wild! Wondering what could have happened if Thorin wore a mithril shirt in BOTFA? Pondering what John Thornton’s life could have looked like after marrying Miss Hale? Thinking that Lucas North deserved a happy ending? 

Now you have a chance to explore all those ideas (and more).

Throughout the month of June, we’ll be posting RA-related prompts every Sunday - starting tomorrow! There is going to be one prompt for each day. And each prompt will consist of three elements: a trope, a quote, and an image. You can pick one of them, two - or all three elements, whatever inspires you the most, and do your magic! Feel free to create works (ficlets, art, fics sketches, drabbles, moodboards and so on) for all 30 June prompts - or just pick the ones you like. It’s up to you!

🌟 I'm not really in a creative mood. / I don't have time to do it. Don't worry! You can still be on the lookout for stories and art created by others! Reading, admiring, commenting and reblogging is a great way to participate in the event too!

Watch this space tomorrow (May 29th) for more details and let us know if you’d like to join/be tagged!

Announcement taglist (please let us know if you’d like to be added/removed): @fizzyxcustard @lathalea @legolasbadass @linasofia @middleearthpixie @i-did-not-mean-to @kibleedibleedoo @xxbyimm @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @sketch-and-write-lover @dumbassunderthemountain @enchantzz @justfollowtheroad @thewarriorandtheking @guylty @knitastically @guylty @mezzmerizedbyrichard @jassy2101 @sweetestgbye

[artemiseamoon]

Wisteria & Moonlight

Chapter 1: Following the Tracks

Werewolf! Will Miller x Ofc

Words: 2,488 || fic info || next

Summary: Ajani’s journey to locate her missing brother leads her into a wolfs den. (Story originally written 2012, revised for my Miller trio)

For @clydesducktape Moon in May challenge (week 1)

An: A moodboard at the end offers a visual of more characters

Prompts used this week: new moon, alpha

⚠️ warnings: GENERAL werewolf stuff, biting, some violence and aggression, excessive partying/ drinking, rowdy behavior, a missing person, mentions of adoption, sexual energy/vibes cause werewolves! || THIS CHAPTER: missing person

Everything about this place sets her alarms blaring. Ajani was way outside of the city now: deep forests to her left, the road back to civilization to her right, and before her an abandoned railroad crossing with the bar a few feet away.

At first glance, it looks as expected, some old building still standing, one that was always some kind of bar or late-night joint. One with stories seeped into its foundation. Above the door hangs a sign, the letters carved and painted in red: The Last Exit.

Fitting, Ajani thinks to herself. With the rickety old tracks between her and the bar, she builds up her strength. She can feel the knot in her stomach tightening.

Not many things frightened her, but this did. Still, she couldn’t let fear get in the way, not when Adrian was still missing.

Due to both their 'troubled teen pasts', everyone assumed he was off somewhere and would wander back, eventually. But Ajani knows this isn’t true, something was wrong.

Going into this, Ajani knew this place would be crawling with wolves, specifically the Delta pack. This wasn’t her first time dealing with weres, they’ve have been part of her life on and off since she was young.

The Wolf gene was hereditary, Adrian got it, she didn’t. Ajani did get magic, a gift passed down to her from some unknown ancestor. Due to being adopted and unable to find their birth parents, any further hints of their origin story remains a mystery.

Ajani sets the thought aside, that’s a can of worms she can’t open right now. Glancing down, she fiddles with the enchanted jewelry she’s wearing. She was no idiot, a human walking into a local werewolf bar was foolish. But she had to do this, any layer of protection helps.

By now, in her early thirties, she had some of experience perfecting these tools. Ajani was a wolf magnet, for better or worse, and much to the distain of her brother who tried to keep her away from wolves.

No matter how much he tried, she always found her way back, they were a bit of a bad habit for her. Like an addiction she couldn't shake. Sometimes it made Ajani wonder if she was more than human. But there was no proof, she never turned, she never went through what Adrian did.

According to the location spells, this was one of the last places he visited, and someone in that bar knew something. After hitting dead ends in three states, Ajani was looking for a win.

Mustering up the courage, Ajani glances up at the sky. She didn't know who her ancestors were, but she hoped, prayed, they were with her tonight. The sky is moonless with a scattering of stars, the new moon invisible to the human eye. Ajani takes a deep clearing breath and crosses the tracks.

Standing outside of the door, she can hear Motörhead blaring from the speakers. Her senses are immediately overtaken by the smell of werewolves, whiskey, leather, body heat, and more.

Focusing on the task ahead, she grabs the handle. Ajani knows they can smell her; she can even feel their eyes through the door. But this was nothing, once she walked in, that would be the worst of it. After chewing the inside of her cheek for a moment, she opens the door.

The rowdiness comes to an instant halt. There are at least two dozen werewolves in here, and every set of eyes is fixed on her. Her muscles tense up, her throat goes dry. Maybe she bit off more than she can chew with this one.

In her efforts to find Adrain, all her dealings with wolves thus far have been on a smaller scale, a group of three max, but this, this was fucking crazy.

Two of them, rather large men, move closer, circling like hawks, and though she doesn't make verbal acknowledgment of it, she can hear the sea of comments being made.

Adrian. I have to do this for Adrian.

The next song from the jukebox kicks up, Victory or Die. Great, like that's an omen I need. On her own, she’s blasted this in her car plenty of times, but right now, with a bunch of werewolves watching her like a piece of meat, it wasn't so enjoyable.

Ajani hopes the jewelry and her anointing oil are working, or at least minimizing her scent of fear. Creating stuff with Werewolves in mind was always tricky as hell. They could smell everything and had the best senses of all the supernatural creatures.

Usually, by now she’s going about her business or has something witty to say but to her horror, she literally can't move or talk. Well fuck, this is bad.

“You must be lost sugar.” The bearded one comes up behind her, he's wearing one of the sleaziest grins she’s ever seen. Before she can respond, a soft hand falls on her other shoulder.

“Give it a break Gene, she’s with me.”

Gene’s eyebrows draw together, Ajani turns her head, finding a baby-faced woman with caramel skin, long brown hair, and hazel eyes.

Gene doesn't walk away, but he backs up a little, everyone is still watching. “She’s not one of us.”

The woman rolls her eyes and wraps an arm around Ajani. “I have friends outside of this bar asshole."

Trusting the woman out of necessity, Ajani goes willingly as she leads her through the bar of prying eyes and raised noses. They go through the back door, which opens up to a large outdoor space.

…  

As they take a seat, the woman keeps up the act, Ajani remains aware of her surroundings.

“I didn’t think you would come.” The woman puts the beer she was holding down on the table.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Ajani replies.

The backyard is not as crowded as inside, but they still have a small yet very attentive audience. A few from inside spill out, making the crowd larger.

As Ajani's eyes travel about, the woman pulls her into a hug and whispers, “This was the only way to get the focus off of you for a bit. Keep following my lead."

“Thank you.”

“what’s your name?" She asks.

“Ajani .”

“I’m Quinn,” Quinn breaks away from the hug, but stays close. Ajani notices the way she has them sitting is strategic. Whoever this girl is, she's smart and crafty. Ajani is impressed.

Quinn makes conversation while dropping clues to their ‘story’, Ajani catches on quickly.

“By the way, your timing is shit sweetheart." Quinn says, it makes Ajani snicker. Not because she didn’t believe her, but no 20-something has ever called her sweetheart before.

Quinn glances back at the crowd, “want a picture? It'll last longer?”

She’s sassy. Ajani likes her. There’s a series of huffs, curses, and scoffs, but the crowd turns to each other, still looking over occasionally.

“I take it humans never come in here.”

“Depends. The groupies come with the guys, then there's the occasional dumb ass who wants to see if bars like this are real. Speaking of, the longer you stay, I won't be enough protection.”

Ajani raises a brow.

Quinn only says one word, “claiming."

"Ah fuck," Ajani's eyes drift to the outdoor lights stringed across the patio. She’d keep an eye on that, it was definitely a thing. “You ever have a non-wolf friend meet you here before?"

“Once..." Quinn trails off, she watches for any warning signs before continuing, "you need to get out of here by 11."

Ajani glances at her watch, it's 10:17. That knot in her stomach grows double in size. Whatever was going down at 11 she did not need to be here for, like anyone else, the wolves had special rituals and celebrations. Any humans here past 11 were either sex partners or, something less fun.

The next man to come through the doors is greeted by the crowd. Even from this distance, Ajani can feel the expansive power of his energy. There’s something wise about him, commanding. Based off her observations, and the way the others engage with him, Ajani guesses he must be the Alpha.

He's in great shape, sports some Viking-era tattoos and his long dark blonde hair is shaved at the sides. The most striking thing about him is his eyes, they're electric blue.  

When he reaches the table, he looks even more supernatural up close. His eyes settle on Ajani, and a wicked grin forms on his lips. Being the focus of this mans attention makes her nervous, yet, he is undoubtedly magnetic.  

“New friend?” His accent is strange, Ajani can place it.

“This is Ajani."

His eyes are full of curious wonder, he rests an arm across Quinn's shoulders, “where are your brothers?”

“On the way.”

Ah, Ajani thinks. If the Alpha is her dad, no one would overstep despite being wary and suspicious of her ‘new friend’.

When the doors open again, one of the most handsome men she's ever seen walks through. He's tall and muscular with beautiful blue eyes and a heartbreaking smile. Ajani's seen many attractive men, but none like this one.

Quinn's father gives her shoulder a little squeeze, "one down. One to go." He stands as the blonde joins them and pulls him into a big hug.

“That's Will, Bens m.i.a.” Quinn says casually, her eyes on her phone.

Ajani doesn't mind that her host is distracted; she is too. Will calls to her, beckons her. His gaze penetrates her, reaching the deepest parts of her body and soul. Ajani feels vulnerable, naked under those blue eyes.

Quinn notices and leans into her with her elbow, “I see you're not immune to the Golden Boy.”

“What?” She turns to Quinn

Quinn laughs, not repeating her words.

Will takes a seat directly opposite them, he’s big, and broad, Ajani likes everything she sees, even his facial hair. She feels heat building in her body, her cheeks become warm.

“So, you’re Quinn's friend? The one stirring up the energy in here tonight. I know her friends, I don’t know you.”

Ajani thinks of a response, but is thankful with Quinn cuts in, “I don't air all my business William, you guys are noisy enough.” She puts her phone down. Will, in a very older brother fashion, messes up the hair on her head, she pushes him off.

“I think it's odd, never heard your name before, Ajani.” Will sits back, folding his arms across his chest, his biceps and tattoos on full display. “Interesting.”

“Come on, Will-”

Will cuts her off, his words directed at his sister, his focus still on Ajani, “this is a hell of a place to have her meet you. Don’t you think?”

“Sure. But no one's going to touch her and she's not staying long. William.”

Will raises his hands in the air and chuckles, “whoa, full name twice. Alright, whatever baby sis says, we wouldn't want to upset her.” He leans over the table and plants a kiss on the side of her head.

“Ew. Stop.” Quinn swats him away.

As an observer, the exchange is sweet but sad, it makes Ajani miss her brother.

“Hey, you alright?” Will asks. His voice is soothing, calming. "Look, sorry if we frightened you. We’re not fond of strangers walking into our bar unannounced. Especially out of town strangers. That takes some balls, coming in here by yourself.”

Ajani flashes a half smile, Will's eyes remain fixed on hers. They dip to her lips, linger, then jump back to her eyes. The prolonged gaze last too long for Quinn, she clears her throat to capture their attention.

Will turns to his sister, “I’d get her out of here,” he rises from the seat. Will looks as good standing as he did sitting. He trades a glance with Quinn, then connects with Ajani, " not everyone is as nice as me.”

His smile reaches his eyes as he backs away. It feels like an invisible string is between their bodies, tugging at her, beckoning her to follow him. The charming blonde winks and turns around, he goes over to the group at the other table. They remained suspicious, but after seeing the Alpha and his son engage with her too, they seemed to calm down a little.

“God, you’re not immune at all.” Quinn chuckles.  

“ I have no idea what you're talking about.” Ajani shrugs, playing it cool.

“Story of my life, the effect of the Miller brothers." She shoves her phone in her jacket pocket and slips out of the seat. "Come on, Will’s right. Not many are stupid enough to mess with me, especially with my dad and brother here, but you are fresh meat. Some asshole is bound to test his luck."

As the two make their way through the bar, it’s like moving through quicksand. The energy is thick, heavy, tense. It was hard to not feel overstimulated around all these wolves and having Will look at her the way he did, wasn't helping matters any. One of the first things Ajani was going to do back at the hotel was take a cold shower.

When they reach the door and open it, a hauntingly striking woman stands on the other side. Her silver hair matches her eyes, they stand out even more against her brown skin.

“Leaving already?” The woman asks Quinn.

Quinn embraces her. “I’ll be back, had a friend meet me. Getting her out of here before things heat up.”

“Gotta ya.” The woman studies Ajani, her nose crinkles as she sniffs the air and raises a brow. “See you when you get back.”

The woman holds the door open, watching as they walk out. The two don't talk again until they reach Ajani's car on the other side of the tracks.

“Who was that woman?"

“My mom,” Quinn admires the car, “nice ride…my dad has a garage. I grew up fixing stuff with my brothers.” she glances back at Ajani, “my moms Will and Bens stepmom. Their birth mom lives somewhere else now. Remarried.”

“Got it.” Ajani takes her keys out.

Quinn walks over to her and leans against the car, her expression turns more serious, “we can't talk tonight, too many eyes. But you need to tell me why you're really here.”

“I’m just as curious why you saved my ass.”

“Looks like we have a lot to talk about,” Quinn stops leaning on the car and takes out her cell phone, she hands it to Ajani, “give me your number. I’ll call you tomorrow and come to you. But after 2…or 3. It’s gonna be a long night.”

Ajani raises a curious brow, then puts her number in. Now she really wanted to know what was going down at 11pm. Ajani returns the phone, “short version, I’m looking for someone.”

Quinn nods, then glances back in the direction of the bar, “we have an audience. Go, get out of here before you end up someone’s wife or human plaything.”

“I’m a fighter. I wouldn’t make it easy,” they both smile at her comment, “Thank you, Quinn.”

Appreciative of the girl's help, Ajani gets in the car and drives off. Quinn stands outside, waiting until Ajani is out of sight before returning to the bar.

Next

Other characters mentioned…(Izara is Quinn’s mom, Adrian is Ajani’s brother)

[blooming-violets]

Super stressed with assignments and exams right now and I just want Peter to keep me company and help me study and soothe me when I get overwhelmed and reassure me when I start doubting myself :’)

but for now I will sit on my own and fantasise about it whilst writing about blood/alcohol concentration x

I'll try to be of help in the only way I know how!

First, here's a Spotify playlist for studying (not mine):

An instrumental one to make you feel like your studying in a big, old library. There's dim lighting and the smell of old books. You're tucked away in the corner by a large window during a rain storm. [x]

Secondly, here’s a chill vibes study moodboard to go with the playlist:

Thirdly, here’s some Peter helping you study headcanon’s for you to fantasize about when you can’t bear to look at anything anymore:

Peter would absolutely stand behind you and massage your shoulders and neck while you work. Those big hands and long fingers are wonderful at unclenching your muscles. 

He would show up with a backpack full of treats. Your favorite snacks and drinks piled in there. If you ran out, he would find the nearest vending machine and empty it out for you if you asked. He does the coffee runs and brings you lunch/dinner when it’s time. 

Constantly making sure you’re hydrated and trying to force feed you water when you get too in the zone. 

If he could do anything to help like taking notes, making flashcards, or helping you research anything he’ll jump at the opportunity. 

Every few hours he makes you get up, stretch, and walk around the block with him. He says that sitting hunched over for that long is not good and you need the fresh air. You complain about it but he’s always right. You’re always more focused after a quick walk outside and come back with a new determination. 

He’ll quiz you with flash cards and makes up dumb, little games for you. (like you get a kiss if you get something correct)

Sometimes he’s more a distraction then a help. His attention span isn’t the best. He’ll get fidgety and start drumming pencils on the table or bouncing his leg, something that is done repetitive enough that it starts to get under your skin. He might get bored and start playing with the ends of your hair or trying to hold your hand while your in the middle of the something important. During those moments all you have to do is shoot him a death glare and he’ll get the hint, opting to go on another coffee run or take a bathroom break to give you some quiet. 

He’s the best at pep talks though. Peter obviously thinks the world of you so he’s great at hyping you up. “What do you mean you can’t do it? You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met in my entire life! You a gift to this world and everything you have to offer is nothing less than magic.” His hyperbole and enthusiasm make you roll your eyes but, secretly, it makes you feel a little more confident in yourself. 

If you ever break down from too much stress, he’ll jump up and pull you into his arms for a hug. He’ll rub his hands over your back and snuggle his face into the top of your head. He whispers sweet things in your ear until you start to calm down. Then he forces you to take another break. This time taking you with him to the 7-Eleven and having you restock the snacks. You guys will share a Slurpee on the walk back (even though Peter ends up drinking most of it, you knew you should have just gotten two). 

When you start to doze off and lay your head down on the table, Peter unzips his sweatshirt and draped it over you. He gently steals the books from under you and continues taking notes from where you left off. 

And lastly, when everything is over, he will reward your hard work with a lot of this: