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This isn't really a request, it's more of an observation of sorts.  In later writing between Ophelia and Megatron he has largely taken the role of heartless crazy bastard who beats his daughter because he can.  But at the very least before he started taking space drugs, his abuse of Ophelia was actually rather complex.  Orion betrayed him and the more Ophelia was slowly turning more and more into him the worse it felt, scared that he was going to go through that same betrayal and breach of trust only with his own daughter this time.  He’s not only trying to prevent Ophelia from becoming another Orion, only for her to betray him, but he also seems to be taking out his frustrations with Optimus on her, probably without him even realizing it.  And then he takes space drugs, which turned him into the heartless abuser who beat his daughter for no real reason, or maybe with his unicron addled mind he was simply getting high off the adrenaline and violence of it all.  I could probably even make the argument that him preparing Ophelia to take over as the leader of the Decepticons originally was an act of love.  A parent wanting to leave something for his child.  In this case, a warship and an army ready to fight and die at her beck and call.  Power, something he was denied over and over again until he took it by force, he’s handing it to his daughter on a silver platter.  But that's largely speculation and an exploration into that kinda concept.  It's not exactly made clear if he wants to give Ophelia an empire, or if he wants to give Ophelia to the empire, as a means of making sure his life's work doesn't end with his death.  Which oddly enough, kinda worked.  Most of the Decepticons are more loyal to her than they are to Megatron.  Sidenote, Ophelia and Steve are slowly eating away at my brain

I.

Love.

This.

Analysis's!

You have hit each point with extreme precision!

True, before the space crack dark energon, Megatron did have a problem with Ophelia becoming more and more like the Orion he once knew. It hurt him more than he would like to admit it.

All those comments of Ophelia being Orion's sparkling were also starting to get to his helm. In a way he also felt unfit to be Ophelia's father, but it was overshadowed by Megatron telling himself that he was the perfect father for her.

He does see greater pieces of Orion the older Ophelia gets and he starts to loathe it, loathe her.

Unicron only further enhanced those loathing feelings while clouding his mind with things like 'Its for her own good' or 'To have her prepared for a brighter, safer future'.

He wanted to make sure that she had the power, the rights he was denied and a little bit more. Megatron took things to another level in the WRONG direction.

Ophelia won the loyalty of the crew by being herself and not by being the daughter of Megatron.

It was her, not him.

Bonus!

I will be writing more about Ophelia and Steve in the future don't you worry!

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angst fic with tfp megatron x femme con reader? she has feelings and adoring thoughts for the warlord and he’s aware of it although he doesn’t like her back but yet megatron leads her on, making her think there is something special forming between them just so he can break her heart. y’know how megatron told starscream he kept him around because he took a certain delight in his strings of failure but he grew tired of it? well, megatron does the same to reader and finds it amusing how she becomes more flustered around him, flattered by the compliments and sweet-nothings she tells him. megatron knows exactly what to say and do to make her melt, he has her wrapped around his finger.

he knows what she wants as there has been many times their lips were so close to touching yet he never kissed her and always left her on the edge until finally one day, they kiss and reader thinks that her spark might burst from joy as she melts into his embrace but then he pulls away and laughs at her straight to her face and begins to tell reader that she never meant anything to him. </3

omg im sorry for the oddly specific request i really got invested in this scenario xD

TFP Megatron x Femme Cybertronian Reader

ANGST fic

Femme reader

Readers' frame type, paint job, etc, are unspecified

Reader has been with Megatron since the beginning much like Soundwave

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He is magnificent, strong, and beautiful. You swear to yourself that the large mech was forged from raw and unfathomable power. You know deep in your spark that you feel he should have been appointed the next prime instead of the archivist Orion Pax. He is a joke compared to your fearless leader, Megatron. You understand Megatron, you know what he had sought within the power of the primes and were terribly afflicted for him when he was denied his right.

Oh, how you admire him so, wanting only to please him and help him achieve his goals in rebuilding and ruling cybertron the way it should have been eons ago. And yet, no one saw it the way you did, not even Starscream, the wrech. Your merciful leader allowed him to return time and time again, with a stern servo, of course, to try and prove himself. And you were always there, always ready to pick up the pieces of his shattered hopes and relieve him of his disappointment in the seeker.

You give and give and give and never tire of his teasing.

"No one could never dream of ruling cybertron the way you could, my lord." You praise. Megatrons face twists into a grin. You've always been so kind, always admiring him. He noticed from the first time he met you that you were infatuated with him.

"My dearest (Y/N), you hold me in such high regard." He turns to look at you, arms crossed behind him. "Come." He holds a servo out, asking you to take his in your smaller one. Without hesitation, you step forward and put your servo in his, causing his grin to grow. His little pet, always at his beck and call, ready to give only to never receive in turn. The games he's been playing with you to get what he wants grant's him such a high level of satisfaction that he struggles to contain it at times.

"I think you are just the sweetest little femme." He coos, making you chuckle and turn your head away bashfully. "Oh, don't look away, little one. You know how I adore your beautiful face. How lovely you are." He turns your helm back upward to look at him, a shy smile gracing your derma. "My little warrior, I would have been blessed with your presence in the fighting pits all those years ago. My brave one." He caresses your face softly.

You have proved to be better than his so-called "best," rarely making mistakes of your own accord. The giddy feeling in his tanks when you stand tall beside him or try to hide behind him. Or the pride in your optics when you bring him what he wants. But none of that is more delicious than the hope in your optics when he brings your faces close. How ready you are and all the more willing to wait for him to finally give you the affection you so desperately crave.

All the scratches, dents, and dings you acquire from the autobots are reminders of your loyalty to him. The way you have sneered at Optimus to his face. Your naivety when he asks you just how loyal you are to him, making you bow and rest on one knee as you pledge yourself to him in an embarrassing display in the control room. The oblivion that afflicts you is so sweet and infinite that he's sure he could thrive on it alone. He stares into your patient optics, knowing.

Seeing.

"Tell me, my spark," he starts, taking your servo in his, "Do you really believe all that scrap in your little helm?" You look confused, how cute.

"My lord?" There's your hesitance. He chuckles, and his other arm reaches out from behind him to cradle you and lift you up off the ground so you are optic to optic.

"Do you really believe I would be the best ruler for cybertron?" He smirks inwardly, seriousness plastered to his face, and his field is filled with feelings of uncertainty. A soft, reassuring smile graces your derma.

"Of course. You would be perfect for cybertron. Your ideals and forgiving nature -" poor thing, so blind, "you are a true leader who will stop at nothing for peace. You have worked so hard and made so much progress already. I believe you have proven yourself worthy of primehood."

He hums amusedly and just watches your face. Optics darting from one spot to another, occasionally glancing at your derma. It's the same thing he has been doing for the longest time, leading you on, getting closer and closer to what you want. He's been getting more physical with you over the years, pretending to be awkward and easing himself into it. He's had his time, and he's gained experience with many mech and femmes. But you, you sweet, innocent spark, have little to no experience. The most experience you have is whatever he's done with you.

It's all really soft, sweet, enjoyable, and new. He can see how it affects you. You get all cute and flustered and shy, even when it's just the two of you, and especially in front of the crew and the others you are close to like Knockout. Soundwave "happens" to barge in a lot too, well aware of Megatrons plans with you. He also knows that Megatron has, as of late, begun to tire of your affections and longing. Your groveling has started to bore him after all these centuries. It has taken so long for him to finally be done with you, and he still has yet to kiss you.

He often thinks about how he's going to do it and where. Doesn't know if he wants to do it in front of everyone or when you're all alone. He supposes it shouldn't matter, so long as he can watch you die inside when he rejects you. Soundwave comes in, a red ping on his visor. It seems he will get his chance sooner than he hoped. An energon mine, it's losing stability, so he orders you to accompany him to resolve the issue if possible.

You work quickly and efficiently. The mine is no longer collapsing on itself. The blue energon crystals on the walls and ceiling cast a soft glow on your frame. You watch the vehicons get back to their stations to continue their work when Megatron slowly turns you to face him.

"We work well together, don't you think my spark?"He asks softly, and you nod in response. "You would do well as my queen." Your spark swells, you start breathing faster. He leans down to plant his forehead against yours, red optics staring into yours. You search his for sincerity, scanning his face. In seconds, he connects your derma. You feel like your chest is going to explode. It's better than you ever dreamed. Your optics close, and your legs wobble. He pulls away, your optics still closed, blue dusting your face.

When you open your optics and see the way he's looking at you, your tanks turn. He has a wicked grin, but before you can say anything, he laughs. It's a deep, hearty laugh. He pushes you away and continues to laugh, drawing the attention of the vehicons around you.

"You really think I have feelings for you, you? You are beneath me. You will never be my queen. You will never be anything more than just a silly femme. A frame stuck in a land of fantasy. I only played along because it brought the best out in you. You and you alone have helped me get this far. You've given me everything at the cost of nothing. You've been a fool." He states calmly.

"But..."

"But? But what? You thought it meant something? That I actually wanted you? Still so naive (designation), still so oblivious to the truth, or do you just not want to see it? They have seen it." He points to the vehicons, "day in and day out, they see you grovel at my pedes like the good little pet you are." You feel faint, like you could collapse on the ground right now. This can't be true. Coolant gathers in your optics, and he chuckles at the sight.

Before he can continue to humiliate you further, a plasma blast zips past him and hits one of the troops. The autobots. They were the cause of the malfunction. "(Designation), do your duty and stop them." He points in their direction. You don't move. You stand there looking down at your pedes. He growls and grabs you, and you look up at him, coolant falling down your face.

"I would have given you the galaxy." You whimper. A blast hits him right in the chest. He looks up to see Optimus running toward you both. With another growl, he roughly pushes you aside. You lose your balance and stumble backward into a jagged wall in the cave, the sharp rock scraping painfully against your back.

"If you're not going to fight, then get out of my way!" He raises his arm to shoot at Prime. You remain in your place watching the fight unfold. Everything is a blur, blaster fire, and explosions all around you. Soon, the mine becomes unstable again, and a large rock falls on top of you, pinning you there. You struggle a little, trying half-heartedly to push the boulder off of yourself. But you soon give up and sob. The fighting lasts a long while, and then all is silent. You're alone.

When you open your optics, you're not in the mine under a rock but are strapped to a table instead.

"Before you try, I have disabled your weapons." The old medic walks over to you.

"What?" A flash of Megatron.

"You wouldn't be able to do anything anyway. But I've patched up your wounds, per Optimus' request, and begrudgingly wasted our precious supplies on a Con." He complains. He drones on, but you don't listen.

"Megatron?" Your spark aches. He didn't love you. He never loved you. It was all a game to him. But you thought.

"Ahem! I'm giving you a diagnosis, and you're not listening!" He huffs, snapping you back to reality. When you look into his optics, he stops. He sees that familiar look, the one that says that you don't care, the one that says you wouldn't care if you didn't wake up.

"I was going to give him everything."

"Optimus, I don't think we're going to be capable of helping her," Ratchet looks back at you, laying on the table, "she refuses her rations and doesn't sleep. She doesn't even want to talk." Optimus looks up over the helm of his old friend to look at you, laying on the table. You're no longer restrained, but you don't move. There all day and there all night making worry bubble in his chest.

"Get out of my sight!" Megatron cries out, and Starscream sulks away. It's been weeks since he left you in the mine, and he hasn't seen you since. But it doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. For some odd reason, he feels empty. He doesn't know exactly why he feels this way and denies himself that it's because you're not around. Even seeing you after a stray plasma blast struck you in the abdomen, leaving you bleeding he felt no sense of satisfaction.

Sometimes, while he struts down the halls of the Nemesis, he thinks he can hear your smaller pedes trailing behind him, but when he turns, you're not there. And when he's feeling lower or more frustrated than usual, there's no one to tell him how great he is, to grovel and kiss at his pedes, to sharpen his claws and smooth out his dents with soft praise. No one is there for him to entertain himself with. No, he doesn't miss you! You were nothing to him!

"She is nothing." His own voice is heard from across the hall. When he turns around he sees Soundwave approaching him.

"Yes, I know," He turns back to look out the window again, "she had been nothing more than a plaything. The subject of my entertainment." He smirks. "I feel nothing though, I do not feel as relieved as I thought I would, Soundwave."

"My lord?" Your voice is played back to him, and he feels his chest swell, causing him to growl.

"I want her offline. Tell the troops I want proof of such if they can find her. I know the Autobots dug her up. I want you and the others on high alert. If you find her Soundwave, destroy her." His voice rumbles, laced with venom as he stomps into the hallway.

Megatron is too stubborn. He will never acknowledge that he was starting to like you, that he misses your flattery, that he looks for the warm touch of your small servos. He will never say he's sorry. He will never say or do anything. Thus, he believes that he won't rest easy until he has your helm.

"(Designation), what torments you so?" Optimus slowly walks up to you on the table. You don't even look at him but turn around to face the other direction. "Megatron?" That's all he has to say. You let out a shaky sigh, and before you know it, you're crying. He gets closer and puts a servo on your shoulder, and you turn around to face him. Your face has darkened and is streaked with old and new coolant. Your small servo grabs his, and without thinking, Optimus picks you up and hugs you.

He lets you cry for as long as you need, and before long, you're just sniffling.

"I gave him everything, and still, I was going to give him more." Your voice is laced with static and sounds weak, and it breaks Primes spark to hear a bot so broken. "I thought I was someone to him, that I was important." You whimper. "I was a fool."

"You were taken advantage of. He used you." He argues.

"No! I should have known, I should have seen!" You get angry. Years of devotion pass by, and you can see it. He was putting on a show with you. They all just watched and laughed while you were unaware. Knockout knew, and he hadn't told you. He knew and just let you continue to make a fool of yourself. You push yourself away from Optimus and stand on your pedes. Anger and embarrassment flood your fuel pumps. "And you!" You look at Optimus. "You're going to do the same! I know it!"

"No, I would never."

"I can't trust anyone! Everyone knew, and still no one tried to help!" Coolant pours from your optics from how upset you are. Your tanks swirl and feel tight. A sour taste in your mouth. You feel like you're going to explode, like the walls are shrinking around you, and it's getting hard to breathe. Your spark aches, and your chest tightens painfully. Your legs feel wobbly and weak. You hadn't noticed when the other autobots had come over, but now you felt crowded.

Optimus tries to keep them at a distance, noticing your distress. You feel like you're on display. Their faces distort into smiles and smirks. It's so hard to breathe. Why won't they leave? Why can't they just leave you alone? They won't stop staring.

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Hi! Thank you so much for your wonderful blog! Could you please do prompts from songs that feel ✨orange✨? Some energetic, bright, optimistic lines would be so nice! Thank you in advance!

Orange Prompts

-> writing prompts from songs that feel orange. feel free to edit as you see fit.

"I don't know the way, but I know that I belong out here on this journey that I never thought I'd make." - The Color of the Sky by Thrice

"Welcome to the land of the permanent sun where the flowers are melted and the future is fun." - The Valley of The Pagans (feat. Beck) by Gorillas, Beck

"You are the bullet in my head." - Spiderhead by Cage The Elephant

"You are my radio. Turn you up when I feel low. You are the soundtrack to all I know. You are the rock to my roll." - Rock To My Roll by Anarbor

"How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel?" - Break Up Every Night by The Chainsmokers

"You know I talk too much. Honey, come put your lips on mine, and shut me up." - Talk too Much by COIN

"Who needs money when love is gold." - Rock To My Roll by Anarbor

"I turn each day into night, I stand there waiting for you." - Natives by blink-182

"Let's go paint the town on our way home." - Razzmatazz by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

'You're only going up from here." - Bummerland by AJR

"Well, he talks like an angel, but he looks like me." - Brazil by Declan McKenna

"Lovin' you's a recipe for disaster, hurts like hell but damn it's fuckin' heavenly." - Crazy by Makeout

"If I'm feeling right, I'll go out tonight and meet some strangers like me." - High Low by The Unlikely Candidates

"Tell me where we were and what we did last night." - Suicide Sunday by The Friday Night Boys

"You got to know that I meant it when I said that I liked you." - Ghost by Confetti

"In your head, I'm a junkie for your desperate love." - My Heart Needs to Breathe by The Faim

"Nothing has changed, he is the same." - He Is The Same by Jon Bellion

"I've found love in the strangest place." - Problems by Mother Mother

"We'll be the envy of the gods above." - The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, ORION, Linda XO

"Loving is easy when everything's perfect. Please don't change a single little thing for me." - Loving is Easy by Rex Orange County, Benny Sings

"What keeps me sane is you." - Paradise by Bear Ghost

"Well, maybe I'm a mess. And maybe I'm depressed. And maybe I'll just find out who I am, and I don't like who it is. And I'm a wreck. I do it for the sex. And maybe I gotta realize this is as good as it gets." - Good As It Gets by Little Hurt

[missbutterworthless]

[i’m not a violent dog. i don’t know why i bite.]

The lead singer of BOTB’s Season 4 projected underdogs, Arlo Beck of Penny Arcade, declined further comment in regards to the threatening of a member of the media when questioned about former band mate and fellow competitor, Seven Lawless of Soft Violence.

Further Info Under the Cut!

TW for mentions of addiction 🫶

Introducing Arlo Beck, lead singer of Penny Arcade, a pop punk band of humble origins known most for their musically delivered political commentary and their revenge anthems (it is of particular note that such anthems were not common in the Lawless Era, with the band leaning far more heavily into charged love songs. Which could mean nothing.)

Fun Facts!

Beck is an Aquarius!

According to an insider source, beyond singing, Beck is quite capable with the ocarina.

Beck is known to juggle at any and every opportunity, regardless of who may or may not be watching. (He is apparently rather talented as well.)

Beck is known for accessorizing with heart motifs, noted by a previous local publication to be a nod to fellow bandmate Rowan Hart.

Beck often carries a bottle of quick dry black polish for ‘manicure emergencies’. He is known to have addressed such emergencies while on stage after chipping a nail during a performance.

Beck is often cited as the source for Penny Arcade’s ‘gimmick’ of collecting loose change in collection bins during a dedicated song at every performance. The change is then matched and donated to queer and at risk youth. Beck remains firm that every member of Penny Arcade, past and present, is equally responsible.

Picture Easter Eggs and more Fun Facts!

Arlo is wearing a WWOD? bracelet in the pic! The band got together to make bracelets with Orion’s most recent catchphrase while waiting for filming to start. Arlo made his particularly fruity. He also made a keychain version for Orion.

The time on Arlo’s phone is a nod to MCx7. Seven is, well, 7. And Arlo is 1 & 2 because his initials are the first and second letters of the alphabet. Hence, 7:12.

Arlo’s initial tattoo utilizes the S in SD as an infinity symbol. He acknowledges it is cringy. And poetically tragic.

Not shown is his tongue piercing, which Orion chewed him out for getting because his tongue was swollen and his speech slurred for nearly two weeks!

As stated above, he likes to wear motifs of his band members! Because he is a doofus! Most common because it’s his daily accessories is a heart motif for Rowan, but he also has jellyfish pendants and vampire bite chokers for Iris and different color bee pins for Devyn depending on their hair color! Jazzy is represented in the case he carries his juggling equipment in, which he takes literally everywhere after she bought him one for his birthday years ago. He is currently racking his brain for what to do for August!

43 of the 57 missed calls on his phone were from Orion. He knows because Orion’s ringtone is I Don’t Dance from High School Musical 2.

He is heavily addicted to nicotine (to Orion’s chagrin) and became a functioning (for now) alcoholic after The Fight™️. Prior, he imbibed during social functions but never alone and never when he had plans. Up until the audition, he never partook in other substances but caved into peer pressure. Despite his snark and notorius RBF, he is a chronic people pleaser.

The eyebrow slit is a scar from slicing his eyebrow open in Lucy’s diner after crashing head first into the dish station and shattering a plate. With his face. The scar is almost entirely faded but he can no longer grow hair there. He’s actually really insecure about it and has considered getting the spot microbladed.

That’s all for now folks! I mostly wanted to share my art :) I adore @infamous-if and have been playing with Arlo as my MC since Day 1! He finally fully clicked in my head and after days of attempting to find a face claim or craft him in the sims I decided to crack open Ye Olde iPad and do it myself!

Please feel free to share any fun facts about your own Infamous OCs! Regretfully my friends stay firmly opposed to interactive fiction so I am starved for fellow Infamous fans

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Jealousy - Orion

Here’s Orion’s jealousy story! The full thing can be currently read over on my Patreon.

Orion isn’t sure what he expected to see when he turned around, but this wasn’t on the list.

This past week, you’ve apparently come to enjoy watching him train. Your arm is still healing from a wound, so you can’t simply join him like usual. Still, you claim to like sitting on the sidelines and staring at him while he hacks away at dummies.

So he turns, expecting your eyes to be on him. Maybe it’s a rush, if he’s honest. He likes knowing you want to be around him, you want to see him.

Except your eyes aren’t on him this time. A knight stands by where you sit, talking his head off while you watch him with furrowed brows.

There’s an ugly urge stirring in his mind; Orion wants the knight away from you, wants to smooth the disconcerted crease between your brows out with his fingers. He wants your eyes back on him.

When the knight moves closer, looking like he might sit beside you, Orion sees the small grimace you try to hide. The expression on your face is clear; this isn’t what you want to be doing.

Your eyes dart over to him quickly, pleading, and he’s nothing if not at your beck and call.

…

Full story can be read over on Patreon! Each story in the jealousy series will sit at around 600-700 words.

[signanothername]

I propose to you: The Queen of White Lies (by the Orion Experience) for Killer's view on Nightmare

Just listened and OMG SO TRUE

Like this entire part right here?

“Ooh, you're like that Cheshire Cat

There's a devil that resides behind your smile (there's a devil right behind your smile)

You've got them diamond eyes, they hypnotize

Your unsuspecting victims with your style (yeah, you hypnotize them with your style)

But I know I'm not the one and only game you're playing

You know I love the punishment, so girl, keep saying

(La-la-la, lies) Yeah, tell me that you love me

(La-la-la, lies) Look deep into my eyes

(La-la-la, lies) Say there's no one else above me

I'm the King of Fools 'cause baby, you're the Queen of White

(La-la-la-la-la-la, lies) I'm at your beck and call

(La-la-la-la-la-la, lies) Anytime, anyplace, anywhere at all

(La-la-la-la-la-la, lies) So lie to me honey, take all my money

Just do those things you do to me”

Pretty much sums up their relationship hchchcch, definitely added to my Killer and Nightmare playlist >:)

[hclluvahctel]

WICKED OLD SOULS NOWHERE LEFT TO GO AT THE BECK AND CALL OF THE ONES WHO ARE IN CONTROL, SO RAISE A GLASS FOR THE EMPTY-HEARTED WE'RE TOO FAR GONE TO KNOW WHEN IT STARTED.

independent ,  medium activity   and  headcanon  based  portrayal  of canon and oc characters from  HAZBIN HOTEL  and HELLUVA BOSS.  mature  and potentially triggering themes  will  be  present  and tagged .  canon  divergent  .  18+  only  .  (re)established  2023  and  written by  emmy  .

Active Blogs: @hclluvahctel  ,  (  hazbin  /  helluva  boss  multi  muse  ) @minesofmuses ,  (  multimuse  ) @astaricn , ( astarion from baldurs gate 3 )

Main Muses: Alastor , Angel Dust , Asmodeus , Blitzo , Charlie , Chaz , Crimson , Emily , Husk , Lucifer , Octavia , Stolas , Striker , Valentino , Velvette , Vox

Available upon request: Barbie Wire , Beelzebub , Chelsea (OC) , Drone (OC) , Fizzarolli , Jennifer (OC) , Jesse , Loona , Miles (OC) , Millie , Moxxie , Orion (OC Fankid) , RoboFizz "Rizz" , Stella , Vaggie , Vortex

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[princeblack]

As a prince, Regulus’s schedule was crammed from dawn to dusk. There was his royal etiquette training, his academic tutoring, attending meetings of the council, his arcane studies and even military training.

The military training was last on the schedule, a couple hours before dinner so he had time to train and still wash up afterward. He was to be meeting with a newly assigned handmaid when he was finished being tutored in swordsmanship by Lucius, the King’s Hand. The swords were wooden but his uncle still managed to bruise him, hitting him with the weapon when his guard was down during a lunge. He can feel it blooming on his abs beneath his tunic as he leaves the training room, cursing under his breath because he can’t stand his uncle. Holding a hand over his midsection, he mutters a healing incantation– one he had learned from the family grimoire’s for smaller injuries. His skin feels warm, the air shimmering around his palm.

He’s so focused that he almost runs into Sirius in the corridor of the palace, who’s holding a silver goblet as he exits the great hall. “Apologies— I know you’re very busy, being as important as you are.” He’s being sarcastic, his dark eyes sparkling with humor. The two of them had been arguing recently, ever since King Orion appointed Regulus as the crown prince, citing that he was ‘more suited’ than his eldest son. “My prince,” he adds, giving a curtsy.

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Certainly more important than the town drunk, yes. Are you truly already wasted in the afternoon? You don’t have to try so hard to make me look better than you— I already do.” Even as he says it, he doesn’t think it’s true, deep down— he admires his brother, especially for how little he cares for what their parents think. And because he has so many close companions who care for him; so much to live for outside of House Black. The truth is that Regulus is desperately lonely, when he’s not on the back of his dragon. 

“It’s called having fun; I expect you’ll learn about it as soon as you unwedge yourself from our father’s backside,” Sirius retorts, but his eyes are darker now because of his sibling’s words.

The younger prince’s brow furrows, frowning. Sirius knew it was a sensitive spot for Regulus; not getting to have his own life because of his dedication to their house. Or maybe he genuinely thought his brother didn’t want those things– he’s never been able to tell, throughout all of their arguments. “At least there are benefits to being wedged to the King’s backside. What are the benefits of being wedged into James’s Potter’s? Having a court jester at your beck and call? He’s a clown and you’ve always been better than him.” 

Sirius frowns, almost a cold and distant look passing across his features as his grip on the goblet tightens. “Don’t speak of him again. You should worry about yourself, brother, because the things our father will make you do for that crown will make you wish you were day-drinking with James instead.”

Regulus is fairly certain he would prefer death to hanging out with the youngest Potter, hating both him and his family. Once, Serafim had almost burned James alive for carrying some House Black jewelry in his pocket as he was leaving. It was then that Regulus knew James had no respect for Sirius’s family, even if he did have some for Sirius himself. It irked him, the way the male carried himself, thinking he was above law and had some kind of infallible luck always on his side. He seemed narcissistic, and Regulus was sure that his brother deserved more than that.

“Anyways, Father was searching for you. He wants to meet in the Tower of the Hand– something about a new maid.” Then he turns, leaving with a flourish before Regulus can say much else. He knows Sirius is probably on his way to a night out, skipping dinner again to rebel against their family, shirking his ‘duties’.

Regulus thinks about his brother on the way to the tower, ruminating on the way Sirius had never seemed to fit in or understand anything about their way of life. He doesn’t even have a dragon; never imprinting upon one when they were young. Regulus can’t imagine not having Serafim, certain that he would’ve given up years ago if not for the love of his draconic partner. But somehow he excels less when it comes to people, nothing like his brother in that regard. He’s skilled enough at talking to them and making them like him, but he never formed a close group of friends like Sirius and he certainly doesn’t visit the brothel every other night to flirt with the women there. It seems to be expected of him almost– some of the Kingsguard had joked with him the other night about how they’re sure he and Sirius have been through most of the eligible bachelorettes in King’s Landing. He allows them to think that, choosing not to correct them, but privately Regulus doesn’t have any interest in fucking half of the city.

He doesn’t even have any interest in his arranged fiance, Daphne from House Greengrass. She’s the daughter of the Lord and Lady of the North, and as such would foster a stronger alliance between the two houses, were he to marry her. That’s what his mother wants, after all, and so Regulus agreed to it. He didn’t have any interest in anyone else and it was his duty as crown prince, so he accepted it. But something is missing in their relationship, because despite how pretty she is, he doesn’t feel much for her. She’s formal and pompous, and maybe it’s because that was how she was taught to be and she cares more about duty and securing her spot beside him on the throne than opening up to Regulus on a deeper level. She seems to be genuinely passionate about status, especially the idea of becoming queen.

But despite what Sirius seemed to think, Regulus’s heart wasn’t completely in it, instead wishing he had someone who seemed to care past his title or looks. Or at least someone who made him laugh, that he enjoyed being around. But many people would call him a fool for it, because love didn’t exist in real life; only fairytales read to children at bedtime. His job is to marry for politics, so he knows he must fulfill that role. But secretly he’s almost more of a child, wanting to play with his dragon and find a girl he really loves.

Which is why he’s taken aback by the way his mind goes completely blank when he first walks into the tower and sees the girl on the other side of the room. All of his ponderings about duty leave his mind, instead filled with thoughts about how she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, even prettier than the sights he’s seen from dragonback. Her auburnette hair is woven into a beautiful hairstyle with braids, loose curls framing her perfect face. She has big blue eyes and soft, pink lips, and such delicate bone structure that she looks like she was sculpted carefully by the gods, even down to her dainty nose and little chin. Looking at her for a moment isn’t long enough, so he gazes at her, trying to remember how to speak English.

Then he realizes his father is in the room because he clears his throat, so Regulus’s green gaze leaves her, centering on the King himself. “Sirius said you called,” is all he can manage.

“I know we spoke of it this morning, but I’ve made arrangements to replace the previous handmaiden,” he says matter-of-factly, standing from the seat he was in. “This is Bexley Diggory and she’s to attend to you as you wish. Her chambers are in the servant quarters, her things already put away. She’s free to start now.” He glances out the window, at the setting sun. “I have some matters to attend before dinner, so I’ll see you when one of the servants fetches you. Take a bath; you reek of dragon and sweat.”

“Immediately, your grace. Thank you.” He’s short with his father, as he always is, waiting until the man sweeps out of the chamber before he finally exhales, glancing over at the beautiful girl again. “You must’ve traveled a long way to get here… are you well rested?” Green eyes glance over her figure, taking in the beautiful, sweeping fabric of her taupe colored dress. The material is thin and looks soft, hugging big breasts that he can’t help but glance at. He swallows a little, feeling a heat in the bottom of his stomach that he’s never felt before, traveling downwards. Is this what all of those men talked about, when they went on for ages about women? The sensation is alien to him, but he likes it, shifting a little closer to her without thinking.

“I hope you’ll be comfortable here; I sorely needed the help, after the last handmaid tragically passed… She wasn’t young and pretty like you, though.” He says it like it’s a fact, because it is. “She belonged to someone else in my family and was already working in the castle, so she tended to me when I needed it… I’ve never had someone hired specifically to be mine.” His gaze wanders her perfect body before reaching her face again, already happy with his father’s choice. He could spend all night looking at her, if he truly wanted.

/ @devcted

[best-of-basslines]

Song Masterpost

[I was planning on linking all the songs to versions on Youtube, but apparently it goes over the number of links allowed on a post. Instead, the songs will be linked on each poll.]

Talk Talk - "It's My Life"

Kajagoogoo - “Too Shy”

The Beach Boys - “Good Vibrations”

Rush - “New World Man”

Cream - “Spoonful”

The Police - “Message in a Bottle”

Jackson 5 - “I Want You Back”

Diana Ross - “I’m Coming Out”

Diana Ross and the Supremes - “What Becomes of the Brokenhearted”

The Supremes - “You Can’t Hurry Love”

The Jam - “Town Called Malice”

David Essex - “Rock On”

Radiohead - “15 Step” | “Paranoid Android”

Michael Jackson - “Thriller” | “Billie Jean”

Elton John - “Dirty Little Girl”

Angra - “Nothing to Say”

Serú Girán - “La Grase de las Capitales”

Os Mutantes - “Ando Meio Desligado”

Bill Withers - “Lovely Day”

Blur - “Girls and Boys”

Sly and the Family Stone - “Thank You (Falettinme be Mice Elf Again)”

Charles Wright and the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band - “Express Yourself”

Jr. Walker and the All Stars - “(I’m a) Road Runner”

Marvin Gaye - “I Heard it through the Grapevine” | “Midnight Lady”

Marvin Gaye and Tammi Tarrell - “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough”

Red Hot Chili Peppers - “Higher Ground” | “Snow (Hey Oh)” | “Give It Away”

Primus - “My Name is Mud” | “Is it Luck?” | “Lacquer Head”

Beck - “Go It Alone”

The Fabs - “That’s the Bag I’m In”

The Shapes - “College Girls”

Herbie Hancock - “Chameleon”

Pink Floyd - “Money”

Rasputina - “Secret Message”

Madonna - “Material Girl”

Was (Not Was) - “Walk the Dinosaur”

Lemon Demon - “Jaws”

Creedence Clearwater Revival - “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”

Steve Miller Band - “The Joker”

Violent Femmes - “Blister in the Sun”

War - “Low Rider”

Poppy - “Motorbike”

Tokyo Jihen (Tokyo Incidents) - “Noudouteki”

Graham Central Station- “Hair”

Oingo Boingo - “Dead Man’s Party”

Vulf Peck - “Deantown”

Iroha (feat. Rin Kagamine) - “Meltdown”

Labi Siffre - “I Got The…”

Deep Purple - “Space Truckin’”

The Breeders - “Cannonball”

Earth Wind and Fire - “Let’s Groove”

Parliament - “Give Up the Funk”

Liquid Liquid - “Cavern”

Melle Mel - “White Lines (Don’t Do It)”

Tiger Army - “Cupid’s Victim”

Limp Bizkit - “Nookie”

White Zombie - “Black Sunshine”

Alice in Chains - “Rooster”

Pearl Jam - “Daughter”

Norah Jones - “Cold Cold Heart”

Joy Division - “Transmissions” | “Disorder”

Metallica - “Orion”

Anthrax - “Caught in a Mosh”

Muse - “Hysteria” | “Plug in Baby” | “Futurism”

Arctic Monkeys - “Fake Tales of San Francisco” | “A Certain Romance” | “Dancing Shoes”

Bauhaus - “Double Dare” | “Kick in the Eye”

Chic - “Good Times” | “Everybody Dance”

Royal Blood - “Better Strangers”

Fleetwood Mac - “The Chain”

Iron Maiden - “Aces High”

The Damned - “Neat Neat Neat”

The Smiths - “Barbarism Begins at Home”

New Order - “Age of Consent”

Talking Heads - “Psycho Killer”

Romeo Void - “Never Say Never”

Cocteau Twins - “The Hollow Men”

Rage Against the Machine - “Killing in the Name” | “Bulls on Parade”

Dance Gavin Dance - “Don’t Tell Dave”

Queen - “Another One Bites the Dust” | “Dragon Attack”

Gorillaz - “Feel Good Inc.”

Megadeth - “Peace Sells”

Korn - “Got the Life”

Pantera - “Cowboys from Hell”

Queen + David Bowie - “Under Pressure”

Stevie Wonder - “Superstition”

Shiina Ringi - “Koufukuron (Etsuraku-hen)”

The Temptations - “My Girl”

Paramore - “Ain’t it Fun”

Måneskin - “For Your Love”

The Seatbelts - “Tank!”

Cake - “The Distance”

Gloria Gaynor - “I Will Survive”

Miles Davis - “Bitches Brew”

The Fall - “I Feel Voxish”

Public Image Ltd - “Swan Lake (Death Disco)”

Thelma Houston - “Don’t Leave Me This Way”

Killdozer - “King of Sex”

The Beatles - “Hey Bulldog” | “I Want You (She’s so Heavy)” | “Lady Madonna” | “Dear Prudence” | “I Will”

Wings - “Silly Love Songs”

Lou Reed - “Walk on the Wild Side”

White Stripes - “Seven Nation Army”

Gang of Youths - “Achilles Come Down”

AJR - “Sober Up”

Duran Duran - “Rio”

The Who - “Baba O’Riley” | “Getting in Tune”

Yes - “Roundabout”

Led Zeppelin - “Ramble On” | “Dazed and Confused”

The Cure - “Lovesong” | “The Lovecats”

[theliliesofwatersedge]

Songs for the Slytherin Skittles

1. Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked - Cage the Elephant

2. Sex, drugs, etc - Beach Weather

3. The Cult of Dionysus - The Orion Experience

4. Loser - Beck

5. You Know You’re Right - Nirvana

6. Boys don’t cry - The cure

7. Your going to hate this - the frights

8. o Children - Nick Cave

[xanbexck]

[Ian Beck 26 Empleado en teatro y cine Orion]

¡Evan por estos lares! En los siguientes parrafos les describire un resumen de bebé Ian por si gustan empatar algo, alguna conexión que podría servir para dramas y amistades. Es un bello paraiso mexicano así que el cielo es limite. ¡Solo denle al corazoncito y vamos a charlar a ver como hacemos la conexión perfecta!

Lo mejor para empezar es el principio, Ian viene de un pueblecito a las afueras de New York pero su relevancia viene con su hermana la cual por motivos de la vida ya no tiene contacto con nadie, y luego de un evento desastroso para el chico se mudó hasta Real del Valle por compañías que le incitaron a comenzar allí de nuevo. (Ocupa amistades por internet que le escuchen en sus momentos más vulnerables y básicamente sean su paño de lágrimas de madrugada y fiestas cada que se pueda).

Sobre su tiempo en Real del Valle tiene bastantes meses así que podría decirse que conoce una parte del lugar y de sus personas, aunque tiene a ser muy hermético y poco hablador, carece de la habilidad social para iniciar una conversación, pero es un amor escuchando a las personas y preguntando por cómo están una vez que los conoce, jamás deja un mensaje sin respuesta ni una foto de internet sin una reacción.

Suele usar una cámara fotográfica muy de vez en cuando, pero sus fotos son buenísimas (Para un gusto aficionado y promedio) aunque sus fotos son muy privadas y suele firmarlas bajo otros nombres. Le encanta la música de las películas y así es como conoce de todo y de todas las épocas. Trabajar en el cine no es su pasión ni meta de vida pero le encanta ir por allí con dulces de cereza así que si le hablan de cerca pueden sentir el aroma así todo bonito.

En cuanto a las conexiones, además de un grupo de amigos super reducido e íntimo (De esas que hablan toda la noche donde Ian escucha más que charlar y café en la mañana donde el invita el desayuno), debe tener algo de romances desastrosos, tipo citas que terminaron super bien pero que Ian ya no volvió a llamar o amigos que en el momento donde mas necesitaban de él, no se presentaba y se le guarda rencor. En realidad, se tiene una carta abierta para conexiones que demuestren mas su forma de ser. Compañeros de piso maybe y sería un compañero de esos que tiene su cuarto siempre cerrado y se sabe que esta por que la luz esta siempre encendida (Tiene miedo a la obscuridad por lo que en el cine tiende a llevar una lampara chiquita de pinguino)

¡Si tienen alguna idea que sirva para drama estamos mas que receptivos a crear o cambiar un poco su estilo de vida!

[realdelvalle]

༊* 「 LOGAN LERMAN . 26, ÉL 」　IAN BECK forma parte de inusual paisaje de Real del Valle, el viento silba con su voz desde hace tiempo que ha estado el pueblo. En esta dimensión puedes encontrarle en CINE Y TEATRO ORION, y su temperamento es sereno & necio. Le gusta armonizar las noches tranquilas con Dog Days Are Over de Florence + The Machine. Quienes le conocen cuenta que su presencia les recuerda a; una loción dulce, el sabor del caramelo de cereza y madrugadas de series en calcetines.  

☾✶ · 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉 𝖆𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖆　.　¡ EVAN ! Gracias por seguir los pasos & ser parte de este proyecto.  Se te conceden 48 hrs para el envío de la cuenta de IAN BECK, si necesitas más tiempo no dudes en pedirlo. Y recuerda pasar por tu canasta de bienvenida al ayuntamiento.　🦋

[ Evan, 25, GMT-7, ningún trigger, ninguna (de momento) ]

PARTE DOS: BIOGRAFÍA.

Lo mejor de llegar a un nuevo mundo es que nadie conoce tu pasado y comenzar desde cero es mas tentador de lo que parece. Aun mejor, comenzar de nuevo en un lugar donde nadie sabe por que tu brazo izquierdo tiene una cicatriz mas clara que el resto de tu piel ni por que parece que tus ojos se llenan de lagrimas siempre que se repite una sensación, un nombre o hasta un miedo que perdura hasta en su más distraído día. Llegar desde un país donde el idioma es distinto parece de lo mas complicado cuando pedir un empleo se vuelve tarea imposible, para Ian era sencillo dedicarse a observar el mundo y darse un respiro.

Nació en Estados Unidos y se creció en una zona poco residencial a las afueras de New York, su vida se mostraba muy común, padres trabajadores, una hermana mayor amorosa y unos tíos que se preocupaban, la escuela iba bien y los talleres de fotografía eran un sustento usual en Ian, todo un día, sin más, decidió venirse abajo y cambiar su vida. Psicólogos, psiquiatras y mucha terapia después decidió que ese lugar obscuro en la calle Elm no lo sería mas. Vendió todo lo que pudo y se largó de esa cueva que de niño veía llena de luz y ahora era solo un cascarón vacío.

Solo conserva dos lazos de las tierras natales, una amiga de colegio con la que comparte gustos musicales y muchas anécdotas y un chico que conoció en sus vuelos y camino a Real Del Valle. A veces se equivoca con palabras y conversaciones largas no son muy su fuerte, pero lo compensa con su interés genuino.