#r e s p o n s e ↳ more than a survivor ; these are my glory days.

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NSFT Alphabet: Fool's Gold

Thank you @turbulentscrawl for this help on this!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There is no aftercare nor does he expect aftercare, sorry guys. He is not the touchy-feely time at first and it takes a lot to get him there. He will humor you, let you get your cuddles in but you can feel how onesided it is.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Considering his body is mostly rocks rather than flesh, he will be crude and say his dick. At least that still is there and working. On you, everything, you are still soft, still alive, and your heart beats and races for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is not white, full monster fucker, his cum is black and he likes how it looks smeared on your face and stomach

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This guy would just tell you most of his thoughts, however, he has one: he wants to watch his survivor self fuck you. It is because he wants to see himself, as he was, touch you, and you touching him. Though he def not going to be nice to Norton during the whole thing. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

So tbh he only has ever slept with you, the man doesn't trust like that even though he makes some dirty comments he actually won't follow them through unless it is with you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Full nelson heh

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He can be an asshole and kinda funny in bed

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has no hair on the skin parts of his body

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Simple guy, i dont think anything special, he teases a lot and can get really possessive in the moment

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it if bored and you aren’t around to keep him busy. He rather your mouth or hand on him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He won't outwardly say it but making you bark is prob the hottest thing he has ever seen you do and will use his belt more often as a leash on you (sorry guys lol I'm not)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and anytime (in front of Norton too lol)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything he just a simple man with simple needs and he will do it during a match (tie or flawless only)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He will not sub or verse (receive like pegging) 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both he likes receiving more so but he 100% will give (let you sit on his face too)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Often does quickies with you just to make you pent up for later

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He will do most things so long has the end goal is reached (he cums you cum, maybe mostly him cumming he can watch you get yourself off)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

As a hunter he can go on for hours, often you have to tell him to stop because he can go on for a long time

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Why is his cock not enough? He might entertain a vibrator (a modern one) but tbh no just use him 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very unfair

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be loud and he talks a lot during the do but you like hearing him become a mess where he is only groaning and moaning

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He often doesn't know his own strength and often you are covered in bruises. You have to tell him ease up and he does

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

12inches, the dick of life-changing (his survivor self too) no lie he is packing pray you can handle that

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High with you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't need to sleep tbh and if in the mood he might stay around to watch you sleep

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Virgil and Remus but they're both actors. Remus is known for more action and classical horror movie roles and Virgil is known for more sinister and psychological horror movie roles.

They're both cast for a new horror movie in development except there's a catch — they're playing.. well, not quite lovers, but close enough. Remus plays the villain and Virgil plays a survivor. I would like to specify they're the same age both in character and out of character and Virgil's character survives. Remus plays his little character WAY more flirty than he's scripted but nobody objects and everyone actually seems to like it more.

Except all this flirting and close-quarters fake fighting really has Virgil developing a crush on his co-star and it's starting to show in the Behind The Scenes footage and during interviews.

Interestingly enough, Remus had the crush first and that's why he played his character how he did. And now they're disgustingly gayly dancing around each other and everyone can tell.

I love them.

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Fucking S C R E A M I N G I N E E D this S O fucking bad P L E A S E!!! Them being in a Horror movie together just for Ree to overexaggerate the hell out of his role because he has feels for Vee resulting in him feeling the same way is S O fucking cute and hilarious XD Bonus: They soon make their own Horror movies together and act in them <3

[sprinklepartyfall]

So, in light of this, and finding out Bloodmoon died apparently, the brainrot began, enjoy.

@o-i-w-u pspspspsps-

The trick board.

(Spirit/Monster?) Bloodmoon twins x Reader

[Insignificant Warnings: This is medium-long in length, I did not proofread this, it basically gets cut off as a cliffhanger at the end.]

In a far off timeline, the world was shattered. Chaos from the breakdown of the leaders and the cowardly actions of the followers. Luckily, you never liked people, so you were already pretty skilled at avoiding them, yay anti-social behavior-!

As a lone survivor, you learned pretty fast that most easy things were probably a trap made by other survivors. You had been currently walking around a store, sneaking around the people already there to grab supplies and go. That was before you heard them... talking to themselves? To air maybe?

Once you got a closer look, it seemed they'd been trying to use an ouija board... how someone could find one was a mystery, and why they would keep it was beyond you. But it was funny that they tried, and quite clearly failed to talk to whatever ghost or demon they were trying to find.

You stuck around, mostly since they were arguing and, well, it was over something stupid and you needed entertainment. That was when you got one idea, it only seemed to be three people... so you stole the ouija board while they were distracted, causing quite the fright when they noticed. Chaos was one thing that would never leave the broken world you lived in, and that was somehow a small comfort for you.

You'd left the building, walking through the shadows with your newly acquired item as the yelling of panic fades behind you. Was it mean? Yes. But was it funny? Hell yeah. The board, along with its little planchette, was under your arm.

You walked to an abandoned park nearby, climbing up a tree burgrudgingly so you wouldn't be spotted, and set the board down. You didn't expect it to work, so you didn't bother trying, unlike the probable ghost that made it quite clear it wanted to talk. You nearly fell out of the tree when you saw it start moving, firstly because that was definitely not just the wind, and Secondly because that's not how it worked...

The piece went to the 'hello' area showing this was happening whether you wanted it to or not, you did not get a say in this. But of course, after a couple minutes of stunned silence, the spirit spoke again; 'R-E-S-P-O-N-D–T-O–U-S' that wasn't comforting, that wasn't comforting at all, there were MULTIPLE.

"...Hi..." You mumbled out warily, panicking a lot more internally than externally. 'H-E-L-L-O' The spirit spelled out, even though there was a spot that already said hello- 'Y-O-U–L-I-V-E' The spirit pointed out, making you tense even more, maybe you were just insane? That would probably be... worse actually... "I am." You responded hesitantly, glancing around to make sure you weren't about to die some cruel death.

'W-H-Y–T-E-N-S-E' oh gee, you wonder why, it totally isn't the fact you're probably haunted or cursed now. "No reason." You stated simply, because you aren't going to be a jerk, that would be rude. "Who are you?" Your tone was polite although with a hint of anxiety, which was probably not fine. Most people would run from this... in fact, you would have been too, if it weren't for the fact you were in a tree, and would probably just lay there in defeat if you fell.

'B-L-O-O-D-M-O-O-N' You had to pause at that name, it wasn't common at all and definitely didn't scream "I'm friendly!" But you were probably stuck with it in some way now. "...nice to meet you." You responded politely, how else were you supposed to react to this? You were an anxious introvert and this was a potentially bloodthirsty ghost, not a great combination.

'Y-O-U–S-M-A-L-L' they pointed out, in which you weren't actually THAT small... so how tall was this ghost?? Apparently, much taller than you. "Okay... why are you... talking to me?" You asked, ignoring the strange spirits words. 'Y-O-U–L-O-O-K–F-R-A-G-I-L-E' the spirit responded, a sudden chill running down your spine as it spoke. "...is that a good thing to you?" You responded sheepishly, tilting your head slightly as you spoke. Instead of an answer, however, the planchette was thrown at your head, hitting the tree behind you. A few small bits of bark fell from the trees trunk, and you felt so thankful that you tilted your head out of its way.

"Nope, nope, nope, nope-" You started repeating as you moved to get up, you were ready to climb down and run now, but that was before you were grabbed by something... maybe someone.

You yelped, yet it was muffled by a cold hand over your mouth, another wrapped around your waist as you were pulled into the tree. Your eyes wideneding before shutting completely, a dizzy feeling overwhelming your senses as you were taken away.

Once you had regained your senses, finally opening your eyes, you were met with a void and... a face strangely close to you. You flinched back, now noticing the feeling of someone holding you from behind as they had chuckled at your feared reaction. "Other, they are finally awake." The one in your face stated with a grin.

It seemed like it was themed after the moon, yet showed no sign of silver aside from the silver star on its chest... it had various shades of red adoring its large form. It was a good four, maybe five feet taller than you and god was it intimidating. It looked like some sort of beast, claws, sharp teeth bared in that eerie grin it showed you. It looked... scaly in a way, its skin looked rough with the fading scars along its chest, arms, and left hip. It wore some sort of navy blue robe of sorts, yet it didn't cover much of its appearance like most would, more so just... kept it warm, maybe?

"Indeed other! It seems they survived!" The one that held you, or 'other'? Spoke, its excitement clear. its appearance quiet similar to the other creatures, the only differences being its star was gold, it had less scars, and it felt a bit fuzzy...

"They seem confused." 'Brother' spoke, its voice holding clear amusement as it held your chin up. "Yes, but I like them like this." 'Other' stated mischievously, squeezing your form in its grip, earning a slight squeak from you. "W-where am I‽" you blurted out, finally choking out the words stuck in your throat.

"In a void." 'Brother' stated bluntly, its grin widening slyly as it looked you up and down. "But- no- why-" You stammered, trying to lean away from both of them, but you couldn't move much... you were trapped with them. "Relax, little human! We won't hurt you, much~" 'Other' teased, pressing you further into it with a smug expression. "I-I can't stay here! I need to go back!" You exclaimed, trying desperately to reason with them, but it only earned chuckles of amusement. "No, no. You can' leave..." 'Brother' trailed off, both their grips on you tightening possessively...

"You're ours now, human."

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[Oh my god, I contemplated giving up like three times while writing this. This is what happens when I get a prompt and make it up as I go. My notes app says this is like nine pages long too.]

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frank from dead by daylight pleasee!!!!

NSFW alphabet with Frank(Legion)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Little no aftercare. He just lays next to you and asks how you are.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is his dick. He loves your boobs, they're just so squishy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves to cum all over you especially your chest. It makes him feel so good seeing you covered in him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has recorded you guys fucking and sometimes he puts on his headphones and plays it to hear your cute moans.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has experience he's not like a sex god but he knows what he's doing most of the time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Missionary. He just loves to see your flushes, fucked out face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be goofy but leans more serious. It's just who he is.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Oh boy. He is messy down there, it's not really trimmed or groomed. He hardy takes care of his bush. He doesn't feel the need to unless the hairs get to itchy against his boxers. I'm sure if you asked nicely and offered something he would trim it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is hardly romantic but he can be but will fail.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot. He comes to you sometimes, available or not.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BDSM, he loves Gags and restraints, he also loves to degrade you <3

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His room. It's easier to tie you down to the bed or have access to certain things.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you all dressed up in tight clothing that barely covers anything. You also looking weak and submissive.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cuckolding he doesn't want anyone else fucking you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to receive. He sometimes will give but it will be sloppy and messy. He mainly does it for his pleasure but you are considered.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is fast and rough he will almost never go slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves quickies <3 when you guys are in a trial together there is always a quickie (If your a survivor ofc).

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He takes a bunch of risks. He loves to try new things. He also loves to risk you guys getting caught fucking. He just loves the adrenaline rush he gets.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for a good 5 rounds depending on how long they are. Since he fucks hard he uses a lot of energy.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own toys but is down to use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. Just seeing you squirm underneath him fills him with glee.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It depends but he mostly groans a lot and when he's close he practically whimpers in your ear.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He totally has fingered you while people were in the room.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's really thick about 4 inches so it takes a while for you to be comfortable. He's about 6 inches long.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a high sex drive. He horny all the damn time.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't fall asleep to quickly but once he's done he lays down next to you. You always fall asleep first. He holds you close and makes sure your okay.

[jacensolodjo]

The Alphabet of Inadequate Language

A is for Auschwitz, where more than a million were gassed and then burned into ash. The word that could speak for everything that follows. A is for ARBEIT MACHT FREI, the words on the gates of Auschwitz. WORK MAKES YOU FREE. Except that the phrase is untranslatable, like so much else. A is for Atrocity. A is for Armenian Genocide, words that are illegal to say aloud in Turkey. A is for Atom bomb. B is for Buchenwald, where my father and my uncle were imprisoned yet did not die. B is for Bergen-Belsen, where Anne Frank did die. B is for Belzec, where half a million were murdered. B is for Babyn Yar, the ravine and largest-known mass grave. B is for Birkenau, the “sister” to Auschwitz. C is for Concentration Camp. C is for Crematoria. C is for Collaboration. C is for Communism. C is for Churchill. C is for Cambodia. C is for Children. One and a half million murdered children. Also the Hidden Children, and the Child Survivors. D is for Dictator. D is for Dachau. D is for Death Camp. D is for Death’s Head Insignia. D is for Deutschland. D is for Denial.

E is for Eichmann. E is for Extermination. E is for Einsatzgruppen, mobile killing squads. E is for Ethnic Cleansing. E is for Euphemism. F is for Final Solution. F is for Führer. F is for Fatherland. F is for Forgetting, which both is and is not the opposite of Remembering. G is for Gestapo. G is for Gas Chamber. G is for Goering. G is for Germany. G is for Ghetto. G is for Genocide. H is for Holocaust. H is for Hitler. H is for Himmler. H is for Höss. H is for Homosexual. H is for Hutu. H is for Hiroshima. I is for Identity Card. I is for Immigrant. I is for Ideology. I is for I Don’t Know How to Go On like This but I Cannot Stop Because the Words Keep Coming. J is for Jew. J is for Jude. J is for Jehovah’s Witnesses. J is for JEDEM DAS SEINE, words on the gate of Buchenwald. TO EACH HIS DUE. K is for Kristallnacht. K is for Khmer Rouge and for Killing Fields. K is for Konzentrationslager. L is for Lager. L is for Lynching. L is for Liquidation. As in, the liquidation of the Warsaw Ghetto and the Lodz Ghetto and the Vilna Ghetto, where my mother and her parents were forced to live before they escaped to a hiding place in the Polish countryside. M is for Mengele. M is for Mauthausen. M is for Maidanek. M is for Murder, Memory, Massacre, Motherland. N is for Nuclear Bomb and Neutron Bomb. N is for Nagasaki. N is for Neighbors, the ones who hid Jews and the ones who denounced Jews or denounced other neighbors for hiding Jews. N is for Nuremberg. The place of the trials. The place of a nearly impossible quest for justice. N is for Nazi. O is for Oven. O is for Other. P is for Pogrom. P is for Prisoner. P is for Parade. P is for Ponary, the forest near Vilna where 100,000 Jews were executed. P is for Poland, once home to more than 2 million Jews. P is for Perished. Q is for Quarantine. Q is for Questions That Have No Answer. R is for Reich. R is for Roma, whose numberless dead have never fully been mourned. R is for Rwanda. R is for Romania, the birthplace of my father’s father and the citizenship that saved my father’s life. R is for Relocation. R is for Refugee. R is for Roosevelt. S is for SS, for Stormtrooper. S is for Shoah. S is for Sachsenhausen and for Sobibor. S is for Stalin and for Synagogue and for Soap. S is for Sola, the ash-filled river at the edges of Auschwitz. S is for Sonderkommando, the special detail of prisoners forced to work in the gas chambers and crematoria. S is for Selektion. S is for Stolpersteine and for Secrets. S is for Silence. T is for Treblinka. T is for Theresienstadt. T is for Tattoo. T is for Twins, whom Mengele chose for special experiments. T is for the Thousand-Year Reich, for Terror, Trauma, Tenacity. T is for Tutsi. U is for Uprising. U is for Underground. U is for Über Alles. U is for U-boat. U is for Undesirable. U is for Understatement. V is for Vichy. V is for Victory. V is for Victim. V is for Vanquished. V is for Vietnam, the name of a country. V is for Veteran.

W is for Warsaw. W is for Wehrmacht. W is for War, and War, and War. X is for X. For everything that cannot be expressed in words, for each and every name of the dead that may have been forgotten. X is for Xenophobia, fear of the stranger, the Other. Y is for Yiddish, the almost-lost language. Y is for You, the one reading this alphabet and all the ones yet to be born. Z is for Zyklon B, the gas used to murder millions of men, women, and children in Auschwitz.

Now go back to the beginning. See under: A.

Survivor Cafe by Elizabeth Rosner

[cockroachmotherfucker10]

PRIDEFALL UPDATE: real or fake?

What is Pridefall?

Operation Pridefall, also known as Project Pridefall or simply Pridefall, refers to an attack planned by /pol/ (a political discussion board on the anonymous website 4chan) for all of June, AKA Pride month. The original 4chan thread, which has since been deleted, was primarily focused on “redpilling,�� i.e. spreading queerphobic propaganda to make people question the LGBTQ+ community. However, now that it has spread outside 4chan, there are threats of harassing, doxxing, and outing queer people (especially minors) on social media, spamming gore and rape videos in private messages and Pride tags, and even kidnapping, assaulting, or killing queer people in real life.

Specific targets include Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, and dating apps. The goal is to go after smaller accounts so the queerphobia isn’t lost in the comments.

Is Pridefall real?

Yes and no.

I searched “pridefall” on 4chan last night. Apparently any new threads on it are being deleted, and anytime someone mentions it, everyone calls them slurs and says no one is doing it.

However, Pridefall is gaining some traction on Instagram--I have seen it for myself. I don’t have TikTok or any dating apps, but I’ve heard that some people are spamming homophobia on TikTok. As for Twitter, I only looked briefly, but I saw some Pridefall accounts there, as well as a lot of warnings and blocklists from people who are worried about it.

I’ve also heard that there have been a few Reddit and Discord raids, and that there is an Operation Pridefall Discord server (someone who spied on them says they have been banned on Discord as well as a platform called Riot before, so very few people are left on the Discord server now).

What do you think, Lia?

This is not coming from 4chan. No one on 4chan is interested anymore.

Most likely, people outside of 4chan heard about it and decided to take matters into their own hands.

The original 4chan thread wanted to make Pridefall “normie-palatable” by avoiding Nazi imagery or other overt unpleasantness, but I have seen a LOT of both on Instagram. This reinforces my belief that 4chan isn’t doing this.

A lot of the people behind this are young, or at least unsophisticated. Most of the Pridefall accounts on Instagram engage in very childish trolling, and one of them said they were a minor. Some of the threats I’ve seen are so outlandish that I can only imagine they came from a fairly young person.

My guess? Most of these people are around 13-19.

There are also very few of them and some of them probably have multiple accounts. Anti-Pridefall accounts outnumber them by far.

However, on Instagram I’ve seen Pridefall accounts following each other and commenting on each other’s posts, so there may be a few groups working together.

A lot of this shit is going to get deleted. I know Instagram is working through reports very slowly right now because they have fewer people available due to COVID-19, but most of the worst accounts I saw last night were deleted by this morning. I saw some more accounts deleted today.

Most, if not all, of these Pridefallers are just trying to scare us. Because they’re probably quite young, there’s very few of them, their accounts keep getting deleted, and law enforcement can track online activity, there is no way they have the balls or resources needed to coordinate major attacks.

There is a very, very slight chance this could spill over into real life, but as long as you practice basic online safety, you will be fine.

That being said, if you are threatened or doxxed by a Pridefall account, PLEASE contact the police. Better safe than sorry.

I do think that the threat of being doxxed or outed is more real than the threat of being attacked. I have already seen one Pridefall account who posted a trans boy’s address on Instagram (he is okay, he posted recently) and another who posted someone else’s address.

There is little chance this will last throughout Pride month. Apparently the goal is for Pridefall to worsen until the end of June, but given that this is most likely just some vastly outnumbered teenage trolls who are bored in quarantine, I seriously doubt they’ll be able to stay interested for a whole month.

This might not be as big on Tumblr. Tumblr is a lot more anonymous than, say, Instagram, which will hopefully deter would-be doxxers. It’s also known to be a highly liberal and queer-friendly site, so any Pridefaller with half a brain cell should know that A) their content is sure to be outnumbered and reported (only us Tumblr users know how bad staff is at deleting questionable stuff), and B) anyone with the original goal of “redpilling” is sure to fail here. Plus, I only remember seeing few, if any, mentions of Tumblr on Pridefall planning threads.

Still, expect to see some Pridefall activity here. Unsurprisingly, not all of these Pridefallers have half a brain cell. Some of them will definitely be unable to resist the lure of a community as openly queer as Tumblr, and we’ve all seen or heard about doxxing, harassment, gore, Nazis, and queerphobes on here. Also, 4chan has historically had some beef with Tumblr, so young teenage boys who idolize 4chan may target us for that reason.

How can I stay safe?

If you have any social media accounts where you A) have posted identifying personal information, and B) are openly supportive of the LGBTQ+ community (especially if you’re queer yourself), put them on private for June. Any other accounts are probably fine to stay public.

If you need a private Tumblr, you can make a password-protected secondary account and only share the password with mutuals you trust.

It is probably okay to be openly queer on a private account (e.g. have pronouns/rainbow emojis in your Instagram bio), since a private account is not likely to be doxxed. But if you want to be extra careful, remove queer identifiers from anything that is publicly visible.

Use Pridefall blocklists. They’re all over Instagram and Twitter. I may repost some here.

Report any Pridefall accounts you see. This is VERY important because this is how we can actually get rid of Pridefall content.

DON’T RESPOND TO ANY PRIDEFALLERS WHO PERSONALLY INTERACT WITH YOU. I know it’s tempting to give a snarky reply, but if they message you, comment on your post, etc, just block them. Seriously, don’t feed the trolls. It's exactly what they want.

Make sure your password game is strong. Use a different password for every site (I know, I know, it sucks), and use passwordmeter.com to test their strength. Write them all down on a piece of paper.

Make sure your username game is strong. Don’t use the same username for multiple sites, and avoid putting personal information in your username, such as your name or birthday.

Do NOT open random links!! Pridefallers could message you links that will give you viruses or track your IP address.

Don’t accept DMs or follows from people you don’t know. Pridefall accounts don’t always look like Pridefall accounts. Some of them are undercover.

Use a VPN. This is probably a little overkill unless you’re particularly at risk of being doxxed, but it will hide your IP address.

Be careful who you interact with. A lot of queer people on Instagram are DMing Pridefall accounts or commenting on their posts, but this could make you a target. As helpful as anti-Pridefall accounts are, you might even be targeted for following those.

Be wary of Pride tags. Unfortunately, a lot of Pridefall accounts plan to infiltrate tags commonly used by queer creators during Pride month. Use discretion when looking for queer content.

Be safe IRL. Lock your doors, lock your windows, be aware of your surroundings, don’t walk alone in poorly lit places, know basic self-defense, etc. Again, I absolutely do not think people will be attacked in real life, but you should be doing this shit all the time, not just in June. Thanks to COVID-19, you’re safer inside anyway!!

Make yourself hard to dox. Even though I have a very unusual first name (it's not really Lia), I am extremely hard to find online. I just went into an incognito browser window and searched my first and last name in quotation marks, but I didn’t find myself until page 4 of Google (and that result wasn’t even posted by me). I’m only half as careful as I could be, but here’s some of the things I do:

-I never use a picture of myself as my profile pic, except for Facebook and Instagram, which are both on the highest privacy settings possible.

-If I post identifying information on a public account (my college, my age, etc), I use a pseudonym or my first name only.

-On Instagram, I only use my first name, and I used special characters to type it, so you won’t find me if you search my name.

-On Facebook, I only accept friend requests from people I know. Most, if not all, of my Instagram followers are IRL friends, friends of IRL friends, and trusted Internet friends.

-If I’m really being paranoid, I’ll make a brand-new email account to sign up for a site. That way, my accounts aren’t all linked through one email address.

-Before I post a picture online, I delete the EXIF data with verexif.com, since EXIF data can hold GPS coordinates.

🌈 Stay safe, everyone.

You will not be harmed. You will be okay. Like cockroaches, we are survivors, and we will get through this!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

-Mod Lia

[rainsilencestuff]

Part 2 is here! Thank you for waiting 💕

Part 1

Pairing : The Brothers x MC (GN!Reader)

Summary : Who knows? That an exchange student like you would be taller than a demon like them?

“ S A T A N ”

• He was somewhat skeptical of what percentage of a human being like you would be born.

• Most of the time, he seldom sees such a tall and large human like you.

• He will ask you a lot of questions.

• like “ What you eating before in human world? ” or “ What your parents look like? Did they tall like you? ” etc.

• He began to study more about humans.

• But you two not close until..

• One day you go into his room and see Satan start to clean his room.

• Guess what? Right you ask him if you can help him.

• Normally Satan with not let you touch his books. But now he really need help (and he want to test that how much weight you can lift) so he accept your help.

• After that day you always come to help him clean his room.

• When clean time you like to talk to him and sometime you talk about books in human world!

• That why you two became close.

• If someone try to bully you about your high he will make sure that they won't mess with you again

• If you like to read. I'm sure that you and Satan will have a reading time together

A S M O D E U S ♥

• He a little excited. A BIG human in devildom huh?

• He will ask you to help him with lifting thing. Like almost everything but mostly is the things he bought.

• He love to bring you to shopping with him.

• Not just you are a good bodyguard you are good at lifting thing too! And you never say “ No ” to him!

• That make him really happy 💗

• When he find out that you are a good advisor and listener. He LOVE you even more!

• He always have a gossip for you to listen.

• He like to ask you about lip or what kind of outfit he should wear.

• SPA DAY!

• If you so close sometime he will use a dirty size joke to tease you.

• If someone try to bully you about your high he will roasting them back.

• He really think you are his bestfriend!

B E E L Z E B U B ୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨

• He really surprised that you taller than him and he wonder how much you eat?

• This big boy for some reason will pass you some of his food because he think you need to eat a lot like him!

• That make you confused and make the other brothers freaking out

• When you two out to Hell kitchen he will order for you like him.

• And now that you not just confused but you like What? WTH Beel???

• You have to explain to this sweet boy who want to get you a good health that you don't need to eat as much as him.

• He will like (╯︵╰,)

• Hug him please,,

• You two became close 'cause food!

• If you like to cook. You are the best for Beel!

• If someone try to bully you about your high maybe he will choke them?

• COOKING TOGETHER!

• He will tell you a lot more story about him Belphie and Lilith!

B E L P H E G O R zZzzZ

• When he first saw you in attic he even ask you to break something that lock him by your strength

• You try but nah not work.

• You help him with your best and make pact with other brothers.

• Lucky that Belphie didn't have chance to kill you because your high and strength (You are a survivor! Congratulations!)

• You really disappointed in him that he try to kill you. But you still forgive him

• You adjust your understanding with him and you became close with him

• If someone try to bully you about your high he will make sure they not alive tomorrow.

• You always take care of him. Aware to not let him sleep in the wrong places.

• But when it happens you will lifting him to his bed.

• If you can sing you will the bolster and the lullaby for him.

Thank you for reading!

Love you all my followers and everyone who read my work❤️💕💖💗

[kelsiekirbyy-scribbles]

Here's more Dylan headcanons, but they're slightly more child friendly (as "child friendly" as this character can get)

💕Dylan Fuentes SFW Alphabet💕

[Warning: mentions of sex]

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's very affectionate and can barely keep his hands off of you. It can go from just petting to full on make out sessions

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Lets be honest, you'll most likely start out as a pet and the only way you've stayed alive is by being obedient or flattering your way to his heart

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle, he's been touch starved for basically his whole life and loves the feeling of holding someone close

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

In Dylan's mind, nobody can really "tame" him and he isn't tied down to one person; but it can be done. It would take a lot of time, patience, and talking but after a while you could potentially call him your boyfriend and he would be fine with it

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

There's really no "breaking up" with this guy in a traditional sense, you'll just get downgraded back to a toy, someone who he can keep around just for sex

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Marriage isn't something he wants to do, even if he loves you dearly

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically? If he isn't showing you affection, then he's performing some kind of bdsm act on you....but will give you aftercare when the deed is done. Emotionally? He's soft. He'll melt at your touch and will swoon from being flirted with. He absolutely loves the attention

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Much like with cuddling, Dylan adores having someone close to him. If his partner is short, he loves picking them up for hugs

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Dylan often mistakes love for lust and cant seem to differentiate between the two, after all it can be assumed he never got love from his parents. However, if his partner constantly expresses their love for him, he'll slowly catch on

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets very jealous. The last time someone (nick) came in contact with his pets, they were freed; he can't have his favorite person taken away from him

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He doesn't have as much experience with kissing as much as he does having sex, but he still makes it work. If its mouth kisses you want then his mask would have to come off, its uncomfortable and a bit awkward otherwise

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Dylan is super awkward around kids and actually has no idea what to do around them; his daddy kink really doesn't help and he is just uncomfortable (hell, the kids probably are too)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Most mornings are spent trying to get out of bed but not being able to because his grip around you is so tight. Your options are: A) attempting to wake the heavy sleeper. Or B) suffering because you're too shy to wake him. On the rare occasion that he wakes up before you, he'll be petting you and planting kisses on your neck; just being an overall creep or cutie depending on how you view it

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Despite the obvious, sometimes you guys just chill on the couch and drink, occasionally telling jokes or sharing stories. Dylan is more of a night owl so expect him to be the most energetic during that time

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Whether he knows it or not, this guy's an open book and will project his feelings onto others. Eventually he will vent to you about his failures in life but at that point you'd pretty much already know everything

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets upset easily and at some points he seems like a child throwing a fit. Typically his anger isn't directed at you but it would be obvious if it was; Dylan just vents by having angry sex

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

In this order, these are the things he finds most important to remember:

Your kinks

Your past traumas/mental disorders

Your favorite pet names

The petty arguments you may have

Now of course, he pretty much remembers everything, but he finds these to be the most interesting. You can count on him bringing up some argument y'all had at 2:00 in the morning though, he's gonna tease the hell out of you for it

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moments when you guys are winding down from having sex and he's giving you aftercare are his favorite times. You both sit on the couch and he has you in his lap, gently kissing your marked up body

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Dylan's super protective, killing any zombies or even survivors you may come in contact with. He would hope you'd do the same for him

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He doesn't worry too much about anniversaries or dates, but he does try to find you a gift every once in a while; whether you like the gift or not is none of his concern, sometimes he just wants you to wear a maid outfit for the hell of it

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Alcohol addiction is something he has a problem with, typically using it to deal with any negative thoughts he doesn't want to think about

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

If he doesn't look attractive, he doesn't want to be seen. He's too worried about looking hot than fighting off zombies

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He'd go on as his usual self, but things would definitely be more depressing than they used to be. He would try not to think about you anymore and would drink heavily to cope

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Judging from the guitar on the second floor, it can be assumed that he's at least competent in playing it

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who wants him to change who he is. Some bad habits/thoughts he could be fine with getting rid of, but he's not changing his perverted and dramatic personality. That's just who he is and if somebody didn't like it then he couldn't care less

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He's usually mumbling in his sleep about something, but its too incoherent to make out anything specific; he denies everything when its brought up

[coeurdastronaute]

Essays in Existentialism: Atlantis 6

Previously on Atlantis

The moment she woke, Clarke kept her eyes closed and just listened, realizing that things were not what she’d expected. She felt the familiar weight of her blankets, and she smelled the smell of her parent’s house, the smell as old as time, that she often never noticed, but after being removed for so long, inhaled greedily as she dug her face in her pillow. 

There were noises downstairs that finally registered before she opened her eyes, held her breath, and hid in the pillows. She heard some clamor of her parents making breakfast, coffee steam sifting up through the vents. She heard the squeak and chatter of some birds in the trees outside her window. For a moment, Clarke pretended that she was miles underwater, and there might be a beautiful girl awkwardly standing outside her door. 

But there wasn’t, and there wouldn’t be. Clarke rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling before digging the heel of her hands into her eyes and sighing. A day ago, she was in a beautiful palace, and now she was back at her parent’s house, without a job, without a career, without a mentor, without any idea of what was to come forward. 

Her body was completely healed, a feat that was mind-blowing considering her wounds and condition after the explosion and being stranded at sea. But now, when it was quiet, and she was safe in the familiar, Clarke realized the massive grief heaped upon her, that surviving came at a cost. 

When it got to be too much, when she cried silent tears that covered her face and left her chest fluttering and aching, Clarke wiped her face and took a few deep breaths, hoping to find some sort of center amidst the flood of absolute pain that washed over her entire body. She wanted to take another sleeping pill and pass out until her heart didn’t hurt anymore, but that seemed unwise. 

As soon as she made it down the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, Clarke realized she’d made a horrible mistake and should have stayed in bed. 

“Clarke! Oh my God!”

“We were--”

“I’m so glad you’re--”

“You look!”

The chorus of voices erupted and she took a step back, confused and overwhelmed by the outpouring of her closest friends as they began to circle and reach out and smother. 

“Okay, okay, back up everyone,” Abby jumped in carefully, keeping the horde from her terror-stricken daughter. “Give her a moment to breathe. I’m sure she’s not used to being around people, they had her in isolation due to exposure during the explosion.”

“But luckily, she didn’t come in contact with any of the pathogens she was studying,” Jake smiled graciously behind the island as he added more pancakes to the pile forming on the large breakfast display. “Better safe than sorry though.” 

“You should have seen your mom. I think she nearly got arrested for trying to break into a government installation,” Raven offered with a smile as Abby hit her shoulder. 

“Come sit,” Octavia hurried, clearing more of a path. “You must be hungry.” 

“Not really,” Clarke smiled softly and took the seat anyway. 

The friends shared a look as Clarke sat there and looked at the display of everyone trying to be normal. Abby hovered, rubbing her daughter’s back, soothing away the worries that remained. No one knew about the ten minutes ago, where she broke down and clawed at her chest in her bed. No one. 

“Your appetite will come back,” her mother promised. “Let me make you a little plate. Everyone can dig in. Your friends have been anxiously waiting to see you.” 

The general hubbub of people moving about the kitchen really only settled well after Clarke had a plate set in front of her. She ate a blueberry and nodded, smiling at her mother to tell her not to worry. It felt like before, like how it always was, since middle school, the whole gang fighting over this and that, piling over each other to eat. Even when college and life took them different ways, they were never far off. There was something grounding in it, just like her sheets, just like the noises of the morning. 

“So what happened, Clarke? We only heard bits and pieces on the news,” Raven explained between mouthfuls of Jake’s famous pancakes. “They kept repeating the same things, over and over again.” 

“What did they say?” 

Clarke already knew the story. She’d been held in a government facility for six hours and briefed on how to behave and what to say. She had a business card with FBI on it and Agent Barne’s number hidden in her sock drawer. 

“Just that a bad storm led to the ship sinking. I can’t imagine how bad it must have been,” Octavia shook her head. “At first they said no survivors. We all thought you were dead for seventeen hours.” 

“I’m… I’m…” Clarke furrowed and shook her head, looking guiltily at her food, afraid to meet their eyes. “I’m so sorry.” 

“But you’re not,” Bellamy interrupted. “And you don’t have to talk about what happened.” 

A pointed look was exchanged between him and the rest, warning them to behave and not push. 

“There isn’t much to tell,” she shrugged, perking up a bit and deciding to pick up her fork. “The storm was bad, and then I woke up in a government hospital. I wish there was a better story. I was checking weather reports in the navigation center, and I think we hit a wave or gust and I must have hit my head and blacked out.” 

“It’s not every day that a concussion is a blessing,” Jake offered, finally taking his seat with the rest. “But it must have saved you.” 

“A blessing,” Clarke repeated, contemplating the word for a moment before taking a big bite of breakfast. “Like these pancakes. I feel better already.” 

The group chuckled and refused to talk about the accident again, while Clarke ate and smiled until she couldn’t any longer. She explained that she was still a little drowsy, and wanted to lay down. Every person promised to be back and see her again, demanding that she call if she needed anything at all. With grateful and long and tight hugs, her lifelong friends filed out as Clarke slipped upstairs. 

It truly was exhausting, to finally think about it, to remember the storm and her colleagues and all of the people who died. The numbness-- that was the true blessing of Atlantis. There wasn’t time to grieve when her body was overloaded with stimuli, unlike now, where everything was mundane and allowed her to think. 

Clarke slipped into her childhood bed again, and she pulled the blanket over her head, rolling into herself tightly before drifting off to an uneasy sleep. 

XXXXXXXXXX

For about a full week, Clarke existed in a fairly mundane routine of recover that all at once suited her and drove her nuts. Simultaneously, she felt prepared to do something-- anything-- and yet, could not imagine doing anything other than nothing. Her body and mind and soul needed time to come back, and she knew it. It didn’t make it any easier for her to stomach, but she begrudgingly listened. 

Every morning she got up and had a special breakfast her father made, even though her appetite was minimal and favored banalities. And then she would take a walk, sometimes with a friend, sometimes alone before coming home to shower and read or watch tv before a nap. Usually someone came by in the afternoon before dinner to occupy her, keep her busy, keep her doing something. Then came a family dinner, every night, her mother arriving right on time to join them. Dinner led to a movie, which then led to sleep. 

It was a safe and easy schedule in which she didn’t talk about anything with anyone. 

Until the arrival of the invitations for the funerals for the people finally confirmed dead after the concluded investigation into the crash and retrieval of bodies from the water, an initiative led by the Atlanteans as a gesture of good faith. 

Two weeks after her return, Clarke found her schedule consisting of funerals, nearly every day, each more difficult than the last, but as the final crewmember standing, as the only representative of her research team, she sat there at each and remembered with everyone else, commiserating in their grief. It helped and hurt, as any cathartic thing is meant to do. 

The third week she returned somewhat to her normal schedule with an intermittent funeral, the last residual ones ending quickly. 

A month after her return, Clarke felt marginally normal, except that she had no idea what the future held. 

It took five weeks for her to schedule an appointment with the university, despite her mother and father telling her she could take more time. 

Only after six weeks, did Clarke allow herself to really think about her time in Atlantis. Most of the time, she found herself daydreaming about Lexa in some form because it was one of the few thoughts that made her feel unburdened and less heavy in her chest. But, she actively kept herself from thinking too much, often shaking away the thoughts when her mind began to drift. 

After the nightly movie, and after she excused herself to sleep, Clarke sat at her desk and look at her laptop, knowing full well what was about to happen. She moved to lift the lid and then stopped, closing it and drumming her fingers along the top before looking over her shoulder at her closed door, straining her ears to hear anything. 

Though it was quiet, she hurried to place an old sweatshirt near the bottom of her door to block out any light, listening again, closer to the hall, at the familiar noises of her parents getting ready to go to sleep. 

Satisfied that no one would see her, Clarke ripped open her laptop, and quietly as she could type, logged in and began to type her query. 

L-E-X

Backspace.

A-L-E-X-A-N

Backspace.

P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S O-F A-T-L-A-N-T-I-S

Enter.

In the dark room, the glow of the screen colored her face, but she didn’t care. She bit her lip and looked at the photos first, and upon not finding many, looked through the first few search results. Little was known about Atlantis, let alone the heir to the throne, and any pictures that existed were not good. 

Mildly disappointed, Clarke slumped back in her chair and toyed with the scroll, debating what to do with no information and how deep, exactly, she was willing to dive into conspiracy theories and doctored photos. 

Backspace.

A-Q-U-A-G-I-R-L

Enter. 

Clarke paused only to look back at her door and close her laptop slightly, though not all the way, when she heard a sound in the hall. She held her breath and waited for her parents to go to bed before opening it fully again. 

There were more search results for that name, and Clarke mildly regretted it, because the images of Lexa, in a skin-tight suit, with a weapon, was a little disorienting. And then she stood beside her father, who was, even though it was an understatement, an actual mountain of a human. Lexa had his eyes, his chin, his grin, and goodness, did she have a similar fitness regime. 

Slowly making her way through the gallery, Clarke smiled to herself when she thought about Lexa, shy and with red-tipped ears, kind and gentle and soft to her for no reason at all. And then she looked at Lexa’s biceps. 

“Fuck,” Clarke sighed and shook her head. 

Backspace.

A-Q-U-A-G-I-R-L -B-I-C-E-P-S

Clarke hesitated before smiling to herself. 

Enter.

XXXXXXXXXX

The meeting at the university didn’t turn up much good news, as the semester was just ending and the summer was approaching. With an epic catastrophe to handle and fix, the powers behind all decisions, didn’t have any answers other than to enroll Clarke the following semester to finish her degree requirements. 

It was fair and just and gave Clarke time to recover and get back into thinking about existing again. Of course, Clarke found anything reasonable to be exhausting, in and of itself, and so she hated having to wait, hated losing her research, hated everything about everything that left her stuck. 

Three days later, however, she found herself back at the Spindrift, unsure of why she was there, and marvelling at how it operated when it was opened. People were buzzing about, familiar with their duties, as if it hadn’t opened merely two months prior. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Agent Barnes,” Clarke smiled, shaking the agents hand as she approached the waiting area. 

“Thanks for coming down.” 

“I don’t think I had a choice.” 

Clarke looked over her shoulder at the two men that picked her up for her ‘appointment.’ When she looked back, the agent was not amused. 

“You are being formally offered a position here, at the Spindrift.” 

“I might formally ask why?” she furrowed and looked at the blue folder that was handed to her, complete with the seal of Atlantis on it. “I’m still in my degree program for the Masters, and haven’t decided to complete the doctorate…. Is this salary serious?” 

“Government salaries are never a laughing matter.” 

“I could make three times this in the private sector.” 

“Yes,” the agent nodded. “And you would never work with any Atlantean healers or products ever again.” 

“Why me?” 

The agent opened another folder she was carrying. 

“You searched Atlantis comma Princess Lexa six times,” Barnes read from the folder, dragging her finger along the words there. “And Biceps comma Aquagirl, approximately a dozen.” 

The manilla folder shut quickly. 

“Per the queen herself, in conjunction with your university and the United States government, you are being offered a position at the Spindrift for research in intercontinental knowledge sharing.” 

Clarke furrowed and shook her head, not sure of what she was following entirely. There was certainly some mortification in there, she knew that, felt it eating her alive in front of the agent with an inability to change her inflection at all. 

“I find this idea the best case scenario, and you to be a complete risk to yourself and the sanctity of Atlantis,” the agent muttered, tossing the folder on the table. “Accept it so that I can watch you behave yourself and stop doing searches online of a reclusive and dangerous foreign entity that only you have visited.”

“You… you-- you hacked my computer?” 

“You are an intern and only living non-Atlantean who has been to Atlantis, of course your government is watching you.” 

“But why? I don’t know anything.” 

“You know enough.” 

“Who else has seen this?” Clarke blushed, though she attempted to hide it as best she could. There surely was no surviving this level of mortification. 

“No one.” 

“Was my offer made because of-- because I know--” she paused and took a breath. “Who did this?” 

“This offer was asked for by the Queen herself on behalf of one of her greatest medical researcher. Apparently you are the only person this researcher could tolerate.”

That feisty old broad, Clarke thought to herself as she shook her head. 

“How is… um, how-- How is the-- uh-- How is Aquaman? I heard about a battle before--”

“You have seventy-two hours to think about this. I will only ever communicate with you regarding official matters in this office, and anything relating to activities done by Atlantean royal family are unofficial until commented upon by official state representatives.” 

“You sound like a blast at parties.”

The agent didn’t move at all at the comment. 

“I’m sorry,” Clarke apologized. “That was rude. You are just so-- intense.” 

“I’ve worked fifteen years with the King to make this a reality. If I wasn’t intense, it would be for nothing.”

“Can I ask about, um, the Prin-- about Lexa?” 

“Officially, no.” 

“Unofficially?” 

“Unofficially, no.” 

“But you just set it up like you would say something unofficial.”

“I cannot control any inferences made.” 

With growing frustration, both at the agent and herself, Clarke pursed her lips and looked down at the seal on the folder. It was something, and some sort of direction in a time when she very badly needed it. 

“Unofficially,” the agent finally started, lowering her voice. “Just save the pictures. Why would you keep searching the same thing?” 

“After a brief, embarrassed pause, Clarke nodded and looked back at the agent. 

“I’ll look this over and get back to you. Unofficially or officially or whatever, thank the Queen, if you see her.” 

The agent nodded instead of arguing, nudging her head slightly so the agents would continue to escort the scientist back toward the entrance. 

XXXXXXXXXX

Three months after her shipwreck and rescue to an untouched land, hidden in the depths of the sea by a beautiful princess with a mythical bloodline and inheritance in the shape of a trident, Clarke sat at her desk in a very small cubicle, in a very small office, with six other research associates. 

It was a very tedious job for the first few weeks, and just on the horizon was the actual research that Clarke hoped would lead to figuring out what the healer did to heal her so quickly, and if she could figure out how to help other people. 

There was an element of escapism to worke each day, enough that Clarke found herself staying late to avoid her worried family’s glances and the mothering that all of her friends did. It was appreciated but also extremely stifling for someone who was stubborn and willingly admitted it. 

“You heading out soon?” Wells asked as he shouldered his bag and looked over the cubicle wall to see Clarke’s small desk, covered with pictures of Atlantean books. 

“Yeah, in a bit,” Clarke nodded, not looking up from the notebook she was writing something down quickly. 

“I could wait around and we could go grab dinner. There’s this great place in town. Only like fifteen minutes from the main gate.” 

“I’m not sure how long a bit is going to be. I want to finish looking at this property sheet before we get samples next week.” 

Kind and bright, Wells was a soft-spoken doctoral student with a knack for keeping an eye on Clarke without being overbearing. Always firmly pressed in his khakis and tucked primly with his button downs, he hid behind thick-rimmed glasses, but ran marathons. He wasn’t overwhelming in the eye he kept on his co-worked. Sometimes, Clarke thought he might even fancy her a little bit.

When Wells didn’t say anything, Clarke looked up and offered a smile as he debated the next step for the evening. 

“Get out of here,” Clarke told him. “I won’t be too much longer, and some quiet will help me.” 

“If you’re sure.” 

“I’ll see you on Monday.” 

“Have a good weekend.” 

Clarke watched him nod and returned to her work, doing her best to transcribe an ancient language with limited training and the most basic knowledge of what some of the ancient plants used. She felt like an archaeologist, investigating something she would never truly understand, and yet she’d been there. She’d heard the words spoken. 

The ‘little bit’ she mentioned gradually turned into a while, and the evening settled outside on the water, calming it until the waves were nearly non-existent. There was still a fading light outside when Clarke closed her notebook and shut her laptop for the evening, and it only truly disappeared after she shouldered her bag and shoved in a few folders to work on over the weekend. 

With a final look around the office, Clarke nodded and made her way to the door, preparing for two long days of her parents making sure she was alright. She needed her own place, and enough space to stop thinking about--

“Lexa?” 

The same smile, the same caught look in her eyes, the same stance, the same eyes-- the entire package looked back at Clarke expectantly. Gone were the formal Atlantean clothes, and in their place was simple jeans and an old sailor’s sweater, a shoulder lovingly patched by expert hands. Gone were the intricate braids and armor, and instead a wild mane perched itself atop Lexa’s head, blown about by the wind and her hands in equal measure. 

“You’re here late.” 

“You’re here.” 

“You said you’d be close.” 

Without meaning to, Clarke took a step forward before catching herself. Lexa tucked her arms behind her back, ever vigilant to remain proper and royal. 

“Have you eaten?” Clarke finally broke the quiet. 

“You were my first stop after my grandfather’s. I don’t know my way around land that well.” 

“I’m honored.” 

“Care to show me around?” 

The question came with a grin, and Lexa extended her elbow willingly, waiting for Clarke to take it again as she hadn in the Hanging Gardens. That was all she needed, to remember that it hadn’t been a dream, that three days, three months ago happened. 

There really wasn’t a question to it at all. 

Clarke nodded, smiled, and took the arm offered to her, and whatever else would come attached.

NEXT

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ʜᴀʟʟ, ᴅ.

               even though they say that time heals all wounds,                the scars are still fucking there. i can't forget what happened.                i can't forget how I felt

《  oliver stark. male, he/him. new kings by sleeping wolf   》 oh my, there goes DAVID JAMES “DEACON” HALL. the 29/29 year old INCUBI is currently working at SALEM FIRE STATION as a FIREFIGHTER. they’ve been in salem, ma for SIX MONTHS. they are known around town as THE WAR HERO. i have a feeling they AREN’T aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be CHARMING and ADAPTABLE while also being IMPULSIVE and CYNICAL, they will survive. i guess only time will tell. ( ray. she/her. 26. pst. )

a e s t h e t i c s  :     swimming in rage, cracking at tenderness.  growl heard before the whimper of pain. the protective one. bruised fists. the smell in the air after rainfall. always know what you’re fighting for. observant eyes. loud mind, silent words. memories so loud. hands covered in ink. bright smiles, distracted eyes. rinsing oil off hands after tossing a wrench back in the toolbox. the rumble of a bike being heard from down the street. pages coved in ink, drawing memories. kind smiles and broken eyes.

q u o t e s :     “  if you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.   ”   –   sirius black, harry potter and the goblet of fire “   don’t give me the ‘hurt feelings’ thing because a. i don’t buy it, and b. i don’t care.   ”   –   steve mcgarrett, hawaii five-o “   ‘go bravely, go deeply – or do not go’ bullshit, go, even if you are shaking with fear, go. take a blind step forward. that first step is worth so much more than standing still and never getting anywhere because you weren’t brave.   ”   –   unknown

p e r s o n a l i t y :     + realistic, observant, and self-reliant                                            - possessive, stubborn, and temperamental

david better known as deacon, has always been a man of action. when he was younger, he had energy that was off the charts at times and that later turned into him just always needing to keep busy. which doesn’t always leave room for him to deal with his emotions. he just keeps so busy that he buries all his problems under everything. it’s what has left him so  B R O K E N  not that anyone is aware of just how much so. over the years, he’s gotten really good at hiding it.

people could describe him as charming and flirty, caring and protective, and smart and adaptable. while all these things are true about the hybrid, he’s mainly just tired. that is what drives him even more to not show how broken he is. he’s always doing his part to be there for everyone else, not many people see that he needs someone to be there for him.

due to him being so good at hiding all his issues, he’s become really good at seeing the signs of when someone else needs help and will never hesitate in offering to help.  he’s used to only being able to rely on himself, he doesn’t want that for anyone else. 

he’s also known to get a little temperamental at times. never around the people he cares about, always able to keep it down until he explodes on some poor stranger.   fearing losing anyone else he cares about, deacon can be a bit possessive. he does his best to not show it, but he can’t always help it. when he actually allows people in, he holds on as tightly as he can.

s u m m a r y :     deacon grew up in salem, but when his adopted parents died when he was thirteen, him and his older brother ( who was seventeen at the time ) moved away. during this time, deacon really started to lose control on his emotions which made it hard for him to control his powers that came with being an incubi. he’s always known he was adopted and what he was, but never fully understood it since he didn’t have anyone to teach him. though his family did their best. once he was old enough, to run away from all his problems and to hopefully do better, deacon enlisted in the military. now he’s back in town cause he’s contract was up and he heard his brother was back in town. still trying to do his best to help people, he started working as a firefighter right away. 

he has this need to try to help people cause he see’s himself as a monster. he hates what he is and hates how easy it is for him to hurt people. despite that though, he is neutral in the fight, mainly cause he doesn’t know what’s happening. but also because he’s fought in a different war and struggles over it... he’s not sure he’d be ready to do it all again. though, he might not be able to stay out of it for long. 

h e a d c a n o n s :     due to hybrids being a hit and miss amongst people, it was no surprise that deacon was given up as a baby. his biological mother wanted nothing to do with him once she realised what he was, she didn’t even bother naming him. she just dumped him off in the woods and left him for dead since know one would take a demon child. he had been lucky that renee hall had been near by and heard his cries. the kind women didn’t even hesitate in bringing him home with her.  the hall family had no issue in bonding with the unnamed child and while they tried to find his parents, when they learned what he was and what most likely happened to him, they took him in and named him. adopting him easily. david was given his middle name after his new father and brother while his brother picked the name david for him. they did this to show him ( later, when he was old enough to know the truth ) that they ALL welcomed him.

growing up, david knew he was different from his family, so when he was old enough and they told him he was adopted, he had no issue with it. they were his family and nothing else mattered. as a young boy, he admired his older brother to the point of following him around, trying to be like him. or would try to make him happy by using the powers that came with being an incubi. powers he discovered by accident and would sometime get out of control but his brother was always an anchor for him and helped him reel it in.

david was doing well with his family; he was happy and healthy. and he always seemed to do really really in school. always seeming to be ahead of everyone else. he was able to pick things up very easily. david was definitely considered popular in school, not that he really tried. he just got along with everyone. being both part of the smart group of kids as well as the athlete’s, it made it easy for him to befriend most people.

when he was thirteen, his parents told him and james the good news that they were expecting and would be having a girl. something david had said he wanted from a young age. he had wanted to be a big brother like james was and do for them what james always did for him. however, everything took a turn for the worse when there was a fire, that was caused by faulty electrical wiring, which resulted in the death of both his parents and his unborn sister.                ↳    david remembers it clearly, he’ll never forget it. laying on a stretcher, completely alone thinking his entire family was gone. the paramedics that surrounded didn’t tell him anything about his family. it was less then a minute before james came into view, but it felt like a lifetime. in those few seconds, he had to deal with the most unbearable pain of thinking not only did he lose his family but having to deal with thinking he was the only survivor. however, when james reached out for him, david just cried. cried for the pain he was in, both physically and mentally. while the turns were unbearable, it was the pain of having lost his parents that really had him lose it. refusing to let go of james’ hand.

after the fire, james and david left salem. neither able to cope with being in the town anymore. james stepped up and helped david as much as he could. david did his best to make it easy on his brother, not wanting him to carry all the weight himself. but his grades started to slip and he had more accidents with him losing control of his powers. he wasn’t dealing with his own grief very well.

when david was seventeen, things had started to get a little better. he couldn’t be his complete old self again, but he was starting to try again. though it was short lived when he became sexually active with his girlfriend. he hadn’t realised what was happening until it was too late. completely horrified and full of guilt, david ran to the only person he had left. james helped him deal with it all and helped understand exactly what was happening but nothing could stop the guilt david felt. he could get the image of his girlfriend’s face out of his head. so he did the only thing he could think of. he ran. james found him and despite the relationship not being what it once was, helped him. like the way he used to when they had their family.

at the age of eighteen, david made sure james would be fine on his own and took off to enlist. for him, it was a way to do better. to make up for the horror of what he did. plus, it had been something he wanted to do before, but had fortten about it after everything. being away from james made it hard for david to even hear his own name. everyone started calling him deacon cause there was a guy who enlisted with him that thought it was his name. it stuck since there were two other david’s and he refused to be called by his last name since it hurt too much.

he did his best to keep in touch with his brother, but it was hard. deacon learned more about his brother from tabloids than actually being able to talk to his own brother. despite not talking much to his brother, deacon would ALWAYS write his brother. he’d write a letter almost everyday. just keeping his brother up to date with him, even if he didn’t always get a reply back. even in the middle of a warzone, all he could do was worry about his brother. half the time he doesn’t even realise his own pain because he is too busy worrying about everyone else. being what they need. a brother, a soldier, a friend, a lover, their crying shoulder, their ear to vent to, their punching bag, etc.

a mission he was on cost him greatly and once again, deacon found himself losing everyone he cared about. the guys from his unit were ambushed and deacon was the only survivor but he managed to get each and every fallen soldier back with him. deacon was honoured with a silver star and allowed to go home again. so he decided it was time for him to come home and stay home. finding james was easy, trying to get back their bond was harder. but he wasn’t giving up.

once arriving back to salem, deacon found it easy to get a job as a firefighter. given his history, the captain couldn’t turn him away. deacon had spent time being a field medic and the fire captain knew it would be foolish to not have the man on his team.

in his free time, deacon can be found painting/drawing or working on his bike. things in which help him stay calm.

e x t r a :     pinterest.    spotify(TBA).    moodboard(TBA).

[videogameroses]

On The Brink

《Something is wrong with you.》

You hate him more than any other killer in the entity's realm. Sitting on a log, the farthest one away from the campfire. Your dirty nails digging into the flesh of your arms, you can't help but be haunted by him.

The Doctor. The monster that constantly darkens your dreams. The killer that always makes it his mission to kill you first. He makes your life a living HELL. 

You grit your teeth, digging your nails in so hard blood begins to drip from the crescent shaped marks.

His laugh always stays with you. Even when you sleep, you can hear it - high pitched, crazed. You know he enjoys TORTURING you. He deprives pleasure from the pain he gives you. And that damned laughter, that damned LAUGHTER. It never stops.

You glance up, watching the others around the fire.

They seem happy. Their shoulders aren't weighed down by exhaustion. Their faces aren't masks of fear. You wish you could join them. You wish you could take part in the conversation. But you don't know how to anymore. It doesn't feel right. You don't feel right.

Something is wrong with you.

The zaps of electricity never really leave your body. You can feel the tingling pain all the time. Even when Y ou are in different trials with other killers. Nothing, not even their types of t O rture, can replace the fierce jolts of torment that plagues every m U scle and every nerve. It hurts so much.

You look away, watching as your beaten boots dig into the dirt. You can't be a part of them anymore. You feel disconnected from the other survivors. At times, you don't even feel human anymore.

It's almost as if your mind becomes more like a trap every day. Twisting and distorting everything you feel, everything you think. You don't want to admit it but you almost feel as if he is in your mind...

But the Doctor can't have that kind of power. He can send waves of electricity and he can drive you mad but being in your mind is not within his power. He isn't capable of it, is he?

You don't know. You don’t know, and it scares you.

You are falling, forever and ever. Nothing can s A ve you now. It's too late. You can feel him p R ying at the edge of your subconcious, like a rabid dog, begging to be let in. Pleading for you to give in to his particular m E thod of madness. You can't keep denying him.

Something shoots across your peripheral in the distance. Your Heartbeat pounding in your ear. Though you know the Entity wouldn't allow a killer here, you can't help but feel as if one has slipped through.

Your blood runs cold.

What if it's him? What if he's here?

Please no.

Please.....

He entices you. He knows it won't be lon G until y O u succumb to his delir I um. He wa N ts you to. He needs you to. You want to.... It would so easy to allow it in, to let it G row in the sanctity of your mind. All you have to do is let him in. 

Let him in!!!

A pair of glowing eyes stare at you from the tree line. You know automatically it's him. You don't know how, but you know. The hairs on your arms raise and you freeze, eyes wide. As if to mock you, he tilts his head, giggling, and waves a horrifying hello.

You absolutely FREAK, screaming and yelling. Panic overtakes any sense of rational thought you have as you scramble back, nearly falling into the fire.

 "He's here! He shouldn't be able to be here!” You shriek.

He is always with you. M aybe if you just give up, it wouldn't hurt this b A d. He promises he won't hurt you. Come on, it won't be that ba D . just give up, just give up, just give...

GIVE UP!!!

Someone grabs a hold of you as everyone crowds around with expressions of worry and concern.

"Over there! The Doctor, he's over there!" You babble, shaking like a leaf.

The expression on David's face tightens. He moves to look in the direction you're pointing but when you turn to look yourself, he's gone. There is nothing there. Like he disappeared into thin air. Like he was never there to begin with.

Your mouth gapes like a fish as everyone turns back to you with looks of pity, and exasperation. It's as if they view you like a child, running to a parent because of  an imaginary  monster underneath the bed.

"But... but.. but...." You stutter blankly.

"Come on. Why don't you get some rest?" Claudette soothes as she gently grabs your shoulders, steering you towards the makeshift bedrolls set just behind the logs.

You know you're not crazy! You just saw him! He was standing there, you know it! ....Right?

The whispers of the survivors around you breed uncertainty. You.... you were sure, weren't you?

You aren't crazy! ...Right?

The question repeats in your mind like a broken record. Meant to inspire confidence but instead flowering insecurity. 

As you lay your head down on Claudette's jacket, you feel as if you are losing yourself. You feel like..... him.

YoU ArE aLreADy hIs. EVeRythInG beLongS tO HiM. HIs mADneSs is YouRs nOw. yOu wiLL jOIn hIm. YoU WiLl fOlLoW In hiS puRsUit of inSaniTY. IT wIll bE FuN. JUst yOu and HiM. hIs hYstERia will bLaNkeT YoU in coMfOrT aNd he WIll sHoW you aLl hE kNoWs. 

YoU LoVe iT.

[himbowelsh]

ooo could you please do a valentines alphabet for reiben (spr)? Xx

anonymous asked :     If you did the valentines alphabet with Reiben from SPR I’d die in the best possible way

here’s what we know about Richard Reiben’s background: he grew up in Brooklyn; he’s got a talkative mother who he’s apparently very fond of, who runs a shop that sells women’s bras, which Richard apparently works in (why the hell else would he be in the dressing room?). I rolled with what little we have.

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

He’s a verbally expressive person  (a nice way of saying he’s got a big mouth) so it’s very easy to hype someone up through words alone. Sure, he’ll clap shoulders and high-five...  but when Rich really cares about someone, he blabs at them. He teases his loved ones a lot, so they’ve got to understand that beneath his sarcasm, there’s usually a hidden  ---  much sweeter meaning. He’s got to be in a real gushy mood to say it outright, though.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Flowers? God help him, he doesn’t know a thing. He grew up in an apartment building in Brooklyn! No gardens around there, and he sure as hell wasn’t picking daisies on the playground. He can pick out a nice floral print for any occasion, but actual flowers are beyond him.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Chocolate thief. It never tastes better than when you’ve stolen a piece right out from under someone else. He’s nearly lost a hand for a Kit-Kat.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Betty Grable. He’ll take her out to the rooftop of his building, lay down a blanket, and roll around with a star under the stars. (Okay, no, he’ll gladly go out with anyone, but the rooftop thing doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.)

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

He’s not bad with them, he just...  doesn’t like getting them, and doesn’t expect them. Rich is used to being the hugger  ---  god knows he squeezed his Ma tight enough before leaving for basic  ---  not the huggee. His embraces are always very earnest, kinda like he’s trying to prove something; he can’t hold on for too long, otherwise he’s reluctant to let go.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Oh god, a shameless flirt. So shameless it should be illegal. When he sees someone he likes, he zeroes in and commits to it. Buying them drinks, chatting them up  ---  yeah, he can take a hint, but if he’s not clearly annoying them or making them uncomfortable, Rich is persistent. He doesn’t even go in expecting the whole package; sometimes it’s enough just for the thrill of being flirted with back, or making someone’s night with a wink. He genuinely enjoys flirting.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

The giftcard friend. He’ll get giftcards for everyone. Claims it’s just because he doesn’t know how to shop for other people  (unless it’s women’s fashion, he works in a damn boutique). At worst, he’ll just take someone to any store they want, give them his wallet and a “generous” budget, and let them go wild.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He’s very slow about it; Rich isn’t an open-hearted person, and really needs to be won over before he can trust someone. Loving someone is on a whole different level, and it’d take a lot for him to get to that point  ---  he’d have to grow to respect them first, before he could even contemplate love.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

He’s actually kind of shy with it  ---  wild, considering Richard Reiben’s never been shy about anything in his life. But it’s one thing hearing “I love you” from your Ma, and another coming from someone who means it  ---  who doesn’t have to love you, but does, for whatever the hell reason, just ‘cause. He’s have a bit of a heart attack the first time he heard it. It’d take him a while to get comfortable having it said to him, let alone saying it out loud, or saying it without prompting. For those first few months, an incoherent “yehsurthanks” is the best ha can do.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Obnoxiously jealous, in a way that leaves him glowering into his drink and snapping at whoever gets too close to him. He doesn’t like seeing his partner’s full attention on someone else  ---  it’s too easy to feel inadequate that way, and while he won’t say anything in the moment, give him a couple drinks and he’ll be plenty talkative. Rich knows he should just bring it up with his partner later, and talk it out like grown adults, but he’s almost started a few fights with people clearly moving in on his partner.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

He’s got a lot of heat behind his kisses; Rich is intense, and draws his partner in before they can catch their breath. He’s not self-conscious, but always kisses like he’s got something to prove. Hands everywhere, gaining confidence as they go until he’s all but feeling his partner up  ---  hey, he needs something to hold  ---  while his breathing grows steadily more unsteady. His dark eyes flutter between kisses, half-lidded, determined to look at his partner; when their gazes catch, something uncharacteristically tender passes between them, and Rich holds them even tighter. It’s rare that he lets himself be vulnerable, but kissing lowers his guards completely.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He’s real fond of his Ma and sister; god knows he’d do anything for his Gran, even if she doesn’t remember who he is half the time; plenty of the neighbors in his building have known him since he was a kid, and he’d drop anything if they needed some help with groceries or errands run.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

He’s more of a night person  ---  if he had his choice, he’d never wake up before 9am again.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

The phrase “tumble in the sheets” taken literally. Rich is a very physical lover; nights with him can turn into a wrestling match, both partners fighting for physical and emotional dominance. He loves to feel their hands on him; he loves to be scratched, marked, and to leave his own in return  ---  his partner always has plenty to remember him by. He’s most drawn to their neck, letting his mouth fully explore the sensitive skin as they arch their head back; any sounds they make only spur him on, encouraging him to be bolder. He’s had a few accidents, where he or his partner have literally fallen out of bed  (or off the table, or out of the shower  ---  he’s not picky). Because Rich has so much fire, and brings every ounce of it into bed, his partner has to actively work not to end up burned.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

He has a Webster’s Dictionary of curse words stored in his head. A few of ‘em are in different languages; some aren’t in any language; a couple are just noises, uttered with extreme prejudice. Rich has learned to punch with his words as quickly as he does his hands. He says what the hell he means, even if he’s sarcastic more than he oughta be. Not one for flowery phrases, but in his tender moments, he manages to speak his heart...  at least, he gets the point across.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Rich needs someone ride-or-die. If he’s in a serious relationship, he’s in it for the long haul, through the good and the shit. He needs someone who won’t go running as soon as things turn sour; someone tough, resilient, a survivor. Maybe someone with a smart mouth, or who can at least give as good as he gets (though around any partner, Rich would be much softer, less inclined to sarcasm). Someone who doesn’t back down during an argument ---  and who can talk sense into him, even if he won’t admit he needs it. Someone who isn’t too high-strung, not too strict, gotta have some patience.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

No, yeah, he’d ask  ---   like, he’s got no problem with the asking, and has enough connections to get an impressive rock for cheap, but...  you gotta catch him, first. Literally. He’ll run away from the topic.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Cynical, definitely. He’s hesitant to trust the idea of love, because he’s seen it go wrong enough times to be wary. Sure, his parents put up with each other, but they fought like goddamn bobcats. Knowing Rich   ---  and knowing how much of his Ma he’s got in him   ---   he’s bound for that kind of love, too. He’s not a flowers-and-chocolate kind of guy, and doesn’t know how to be...  but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like to be in love. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t treat someone who loved him like freaking royalty, if given half the chance. He just has to learn to trust it.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

He had a steady girlfriend for a time in high school...  but little Rich did not want anything to do with any of the girls in his class. He bought into the cootie-rumour until at least middle school.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

He...  doesn’t know? Really, he couldn’t answer this question if he tried, and he’s contemplated it to himself a few times. It’s...  not that he doesn’t believe in it, but he’s naturally inclined to be cynical about these things. Sure, some people love each other forever...  and some people love each other like hell for a few years, then they can’t stand each other. “True love” ain’t that simple.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

His high school girlfriend dumped him for a marching band geek. Yeah, he’s got some bruises.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

He will bitch about it to kingdom come, but you better believe he’s getting his partner a box of the really good chocolates, and fighting his way into a seat at one of the nicer restaurants in Brooklyn.

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

Do you know how many times his mother has asked him this exact question, and he’s fled the room? Rich is gonna play “the floor is lava” with marriage until he inevitably falls  ---  or gets pushed  ---  in. Sure, he’d like to some day, but that’s...  a lot of commitment, and... would he even make a good husband? Like, hell, the last thing he wants is for the person he loves to end up hating him, like...  jesus, he doesn’t know, he’s got somewhere else to be, ask again later.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

no my man, “sweet tits” and “sugar ass” do not count   Sure. Sure he does. Sometimes he’s even polite about them. “Sweetheart” is the most common, even if it’s said sarcastically, like, half of the time.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Hell yeah. He’ll bounce on someone’s ass. He’ll bounce on their mom’s ass. He’ll bounce on his own ass. Rich would win more fights if he stopped to think things through beforehand, but his reflex is to protect before asking questions. Sometimes he jumps into situations too fast, and just ends up escalating them, but he goes absolutely off-the-wall when someone he cares about is hurt. Takes it really personally  ---  and even if he steps in to protect them, still blames himself for not doing more.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

You gotta understand, he’s got resources, okay? Not only is he a popular guy back home, but Rich works part-time in his mom’s shop  ----  which caters exclusively to women’s fashion. Should he be working there? Probably not, but he fast-talked his way into it, and he’s very popular with the pretty ladies who come in there. He’s zipped more than a few ladies into dresses during the day, and zipped them outta those dresses that same night. Probably...  7 - 8 partners, and that’s before the war. Definitely a hook-up kinda guy.

[conorxoblivion]

{ B A S I C S }

LEGAL NAME: Dorothea Craven Unknown

NICKNAMES: Thea None

ALIAS: Conor

GENDER / PRONOUNS: Female / She/Her

AGE: 28 years old

DOB: January 25th, 1893 Unknown

PLACE OF BIRTH: New Orleans, Louisiana, USA Unknown

YEARS ON MERIDIUM: 99 years

ATTUNEMENT: Air

NATIONALITY: American Unknown

ETHNICITY: African-American, African-Haitian, & white ( English, Irish, French, & German ) Unknown

OCCUPATION: Pilot Unknown

LANGUAGES: English (fluent), French (fluent), Creole (conversational), ASL (elementary proficiency/conversational)

RELIGION: Agnostic 

ORIENTATION: Demisexual Biromantic

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: OCCASIONALLY | NO | NO

{ P H Y S I C A L  A T T R I B U T E S }

HAIR COLOR: Black

EYE COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′-6″

WEIGHT: 134 lbs

TATTOOS: --

SCARS: --

{ P E R S O N A L I T Y }

TRAITS

+ spunky, daring, witty, charming, bold, dedicated

- challenging, outspoken, impulsive, reactive, skeptical

MBTI: ESFP

ALIGNMENT: True Neutral

LIKES: TBD

DISLIKES: TBD

GOALS/DREAMS: TBD

FEARS: TBD

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P S }

PARENTS

Unknown (mother) - Deceased

Unknown (father) - Deceased

SIBLINGS

Unknown

ROMANTIC

Unknown

{ B I O G R A P H Y }

trigger/content warnings: none

OFFICIAL BIOGRAPHY

You were born to a small family, or at least you think you were. You might have been married judging by the tan line from a ring on your finger, but the ring is long gone along with any other kinds of belongings or items to indicate who you are. You can’t be too sure these days and it’s not because of the years that have passed on this island. The only thing you remember are the waves, the salty air, and the sand. When you woke up, everything was fuzzy and your head ached. How you got there, why you were there, and when you got there. You don’t even know when you’re from. Most importantly, you don’t even know yourself or who you’ve left behind.

When you first woke up, you were floating on a piece of wood and you just couldn’t seem to drown. When you woke up a second time, you were somewhere on an island, far away from anyone. You lived on the island for some time without having contact with anyone, hiding whenever you heard a strange noise, thinking you were alone on this island. You were scared because you don’t know who or where you are. Somehow though, you have enough sense and skill to take care of yourself. Eventually, someone finds you as you talk to yourself and mark the days you’ve spent on the island on a tree. You don’t know how they heard you, but they did. Once they told you everything was okay, all the dust settled and the breeze stopped blowing.

You choose a new name for yourself because you don’t remember your real one. You are shy at first, but soon take on a new personality. You aren’t too sure about how “new” your personality is, but no one on the island knows you or has even heard of you. The tan line on your ring finger slowly fades away and you begin to forget about who may be missing you. And as the years go by, you can’t even be sure what year you are from. You call yourself the woman out of time as you lose track and learn new things from new castaways. You live among the survivors unattached to people and you act indifferent and carefree, claiming you’ve moved on and live in the now. Still, you can only hope though that eventually, the next survivor will have some information as to who you are.

PRE-MERIDIUM

Dorothea “Thea” Craven, was born in 1893 and grew up in the early 1900s during the height of aviation. She became interested in flying at a young age and was very determined and adventurous. She eventually learned to fly and made it her life and a career. 

Her family traveled quite a bit when she was younger and learning to speak, so she developed an interest in adventure and languages. Because of this, her accent is difficult to pinpoint. Some may call it a Transatlantic or Mid-Atlantic accent. Her free spirit never changed and she ultimately became a pilot. It is unknown what she was a pilot for whether it was for military, expeditionary, or show purposes.

When Dorothea wanted to become a pilot, she was not allowed to obtain a license at that time in the United States. She ultimately ended up moving to France for a time to take lessons and earn her license.

MERIDIUM

She crash landed in the water around Meridium while she was on a solo flying expedition. It is unknown how and why the plane crashed and whether it was a strange malfunction, pilot error, or sabotage. She has been unable to recover the wreckage of the plane and is unable to determine what really happened to her. 

When Thea landed in the water, she hit her head and when she woke up, she had no memory of who she was or how she got there. She didn’t even know she was flying the plane that crashed. She woke up on a piece of wreckage from the plane and soon floated until she hit land. It is suspected her air attunement manifested shortly after landing in the water as she never drowned.

She landed on a side of the island where no one saw her and she thought she was alone. She survived on the island for a few days until she was found by the rest of the survivors on Meridium. Before she was found, she hid from any slight noise that was made, even if it was far away, which she didn’t realize was far away.

Since she didn’t know her name, she chose a new one for herself. She settled on the name Conor, but she wasn’t entirely sure why she chose it. It just spoke to her. 

Conor doesn’t remember anything about where she was from, who her family was, or even what year she’s from. She remembers skills and some historical facts, but gets things confused, especially since she’s learned so much about current events from newer survivors. 

More will be updated as Conor learns more about herself / as I figure out stuff.

{ A M N E S I A }

THE BASICS

Long story short, Conor remembers things about the outside world and basic things, but she doesn’t remember personal details about them or her own personal memories. It is unknown why she doesn’t remember anything and whether it is mental or physical trauma or something else.

Conor hasn’t made much of an effort to try and recover her memories because she finds it better to not remember what she’s lost than to remember everyone and everything she’s left behind. She’s seen what it’s like for other survivors to cope with the loss of their homes, families, friends, and their old lives. 

Conor still gets easily confused about details mainly because over time she’s learned more about the outside world in more modern ways and gets them confused with what she knows and what she’s learned.

At times, remembering things or thinking about what she does know feels like an out of body experience. She remembers things but they feel so far away.

She thinks she must have been married or at least engaged because when she was found, she had a ring tan line on her finger, but has never figured out what happened. Conor does feel sad sometimes like she’s missing someone and may sometimes cry in private, but she’s learned to repress those feelings over time as she’s given up on remembering who they are. 

She obviously knows she’s not from modern times or really any time after the 1940s, but she can’t pinpoint her actual birth year and when she grew up. With so much time on the island and spending so much time with more castaways from modern times, she feels much more modern. 

EXAMPLES

Conor knows what a car is and how it operates and that the cars she knew were different than they are now, but she doesn’t know if she had a car, who taught her how to drive, or how cars look different than they do now.

Conor knows films exist and has seen older films such as A Trip To The Moon (1902), but she doesn’t remember that she knows about them because she saw them when she was ten years old and not because some film major crash landed on the island and told her about it. 

Conor loves and misses music and listened to it a lot. She knows she listened to music on records, but couldn’t tell you specifically what her favorite song was (she does know of specific artists and songs) or if she ever went to parties where they played music.

{ I N T E R V I E W }

What do you remember last before landing here?

The woman looked at the person in front of her, searching for any words that made sense. She couldn’t think of a damn thing. It’d been a few days since she landed on the island and this was the first time she’d seen anyone. She was still surprised that anyone heard her when she spoke to herself. She was sure that she was alone. “I just remember…sand and water. The sun and the sky. I woke up on a piece of driftwood or something. There was some kind of fabric on it and when I thought I was going to drown because I was so exhausted and there wasn’t any kind of land in sight. When I woke up again, I was on sand and that was it.” She bounced her knee up and down as she stared at the person. “I can’t remember anything else. I-I don’t even remember my own name."

Have you ever killed? If so: why? If not: could you?

“I just told you that I don’t even remember my own name,” the woman replied. She knitted her eyebrows in frustration. Did they even hear what she just said? How could they even ask her something like this now. She looked around at the trees blowing over their heads and she let out a heavy sigh. The woman leaned forward and spoke in a low tone. “If I did, would you kick me off the island? Send me back to sea so I can die of heat stroke? Wouldn’t that make you a murderer too?” She raised her eyebrows. She leaned back. “Or did you want to know if I’ve killed someone so I can kill someone else so you don’t have to get your hands dirty?” The person in front of her didn’t seem amused. The woman bit the inside of her cheek. “Let’s just go with no. I haven’t killed someone. And if I did have to kill someone, it’s going to be because of self defense. If you want someone dead, you’ll have to do it yourself or find someone else."

What is your greatest achievement? Biggest regret?

The woman shook her head, laughing without humor. “Greatest achievement? Not dying on the open ocean,” she replied. Considering she didn’t remember anything, surviving a few days on an island by herself seemed like a pretty big achievement. “Biggest regret?” On the other hand, she couldn’t think of what she regretted. She came on the island by herself and couldn’t even say what year it was, which seemed awfully sad. She had a watch, so at least she could tell them what time it was, but there was nothing on it to indicate a year. “I guess I regret not having a calendar on me,” she told them.

[princesskokichi]

[ 純愛和 ] MAO ITO | DANGAN RONPA : DEAD LEAVES

after quite a bit of time and a lot of stalling on writing ( i was reading and trying to figure out what to write about mao, don’t judge me )

i finally wrote a lot of my headcanons out for mao !!!!

she’s one of my favorite characters to write about, because she’s hella unique ( imo ) and i just,, i love her so gosh darn much

she’s a bitch but i love her - mod kokichi

[ I N T R O . . . . L O A D I N G ]

[ P A G E L O A D E D ]

[ C ON T I N U E ? ]

ART BY MY ABSOLUTELY LOVELY AND TALENTED WIFE @makidonalds-v3​ SHE IS BEAUTY SHE IS GRACE SHE’LL PUNCH U IN THE FACE & I LOVE HER SO MUCH !!!!!!!

Review the report cards of each student here. 

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純愛和 REPORT CARD

height : 4′11″ 

weight : 94lbs

chest : 26″

blood type : B

d.o.b : april 04

likes : cheesecake

dislikes : storms

notes : no ultimate talent

LV 01 INFO 

despite being chosen for this “ killing game “ with a group of 16 supposed “ ultimates “, she didn’t look very confused when monokuma singled her out for not having a talent. she seems to be a rather reserved girl, albeit one with a habit of pouting. 

LV 02 INFO 

i’m beginning to understand why the nickname ultimate blackened sticks with her. she offers no chance to talk even though i’m the one who struck up a conversation. she does not seem to regret her choice to kill, but she’s angry at monokuma for tricking her.

LV 03 INFO 

she gave me a chance to talk to her for the first time since i began talking to her. she likes to play with me and make me believe things that are not true. she had me believing she had no family to go home to if she escapes this place, just to tell me she was joking to see my reaction. she must have family to go back to, otherwise she wouldn’t have killed anyone in the first place.

LV 04 INFO

mao seemed very rude today. it was like she didn’t want to speak to me at all. she had me going around fetching things for her and telling me i would be rewarded afterwards. i feel a little insulted that she would spend so much time with me just to tell me to leave at the very end, but this isn’t something i can change. 

LV 05 INFO

i finally asked her what my reward for helping her out yesterday was. to my surprise, she handed me a small ring made out of a dried flower from the garden. she was very excited to give it to me. it was the first time she acted like a human since i met her. a little while later, i noticed a few red bumps along the finger the ring was on. apparently, the flower was baby’s breath and it irritates when dry. 

[ P A G E C L O S E D ]

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[ C H A R A C T E R A N A L Y S I S ]

[ P A G E O P E N E D ]

mao ito ( 超高校級の「クロ」 or super high school level blackened ) is a girl of short stature and tiny body frame with a cute appearance outwardly. although she typically wears only white and black, most people look past her color choices and choose see a girl with her hair in buns wearing a cute overall dress over a tee shirt. 

her personality is described firstly as meek and voiceless. she keeps a quiet watch as she inspects the others around her. she’s slow to upset and even harder to scare. when it was announced by monokuma during the introduction of the killing game that she had no ultimate talent, she didn’t seem phased by him in the slightest, and instead chose to leave and go to her dorm without hearing the rest of the conversation.

despite missing the explanation of the killing game’s mechanics, she seemed to know exactly what was going on during the first trial. she seemed almost bored of the conversation, and exposed the killer without any troubles. mao was the only student that did not cry when the first blackened was punished by monokuma. she did not stay after the punishment and opted to go back to her room without talking to anyone else.

her personality is completely reversed upon the second trial. the motive for the second trial given by monokuma was the murder weapon, guitar strings. mao found out on complete accident that if the motive was the cause of death for someone, the blackened would get off without being punished. she took the chance and killed her classmate. however, monokuma had never promised that she would be set free, but never specified that when explaining the motive. because of that, she committed murder and was still forced to continue the killing game.

after that trial, mao is arrogant of herself and thinks lowly of those around her. she’s deceitful and tends to use people in her advantage without thinking about their safety or wellbeing. during class trials she often helps solve them, but in her own backwards way of helping. she’s quick to anger and harsh words, often using her wits to make people go backwards and killing their argument so she doesn’t have to argue with them. despite being a bit of an asshole, she never directly insults people, rather mocking their intelligence by commenting on the side something vaguely rude. 

she herself hates actually lying. rather than lying, she prefers to leave the full truth out, giving out only the information she wants to those around her. even so, she’s got an almost childish nature to her, having habits such as stomping and pouting when she’s angry, and clapping her hands when she’s excited or happy.

friends are not of much importance to her in this killing game and hold very little weight as an incentive to be peaceful. it’s unknown how she would treat someone if they were friendly to her. 

not much is known about her past. since the students choose to stray away from her, and she’s not readily giving out information about who she is on the inside to the general public, what little information she gives out is to be taken at face value. she’s not one to lie, but she is deceitful. what is known about her life before the killing game could be a small part of a much bigger picture. or it could be exactly what she says it is. 

whatever the case, she is the antagonist of her danganronpa game. she and the protagonist get along decently well, and he seems to be the only person who she’s willing to have a conversation with for more than five minutes. even then, she is guarded with her own words and speaks most of the time instead of letting him speak. 

mao is one of the survivors of her killing game.

quote : “ you can either give yourself up to this game and be a victim or you die trying. good fucking luck. “

[ P A G E C L O S E D ]

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[ H E A D C A N O N S ]

[ P A G E O P E N E D ]

- she stopped wanting to escape after the second class trial 

- she does not trust many of those around her

- neither personality of hers - pre and post second trial - are necessarily faked

- she often walks around in the middle of the night when people are sleeping, being a night owl

- her room in the school is incredibly messy and disorganized, but everything is in a place that makes sense to her

- mao does not like pickles at all 

- she is not a fan of dogs and prefers cats

- she’s not a religious person

- she is probably aro / ace 

- if you call her out for being short she will take your shins

- she totally sucks at mathematics

- she really likes days where she can do nothing and sleep

- mao means “ serene love “ and ito means “ pure “ with this kanji

- her nickname was originally the ultimate monster

- yes her name is an anagram of oma what of it

[dvlwthn]

“ tot  zhe  molot  chto  drobit  steklo  ,  kuyet  stal  . ”

Is that KAT MCNAMARA? No, that’s just SERAPHINA M. BLACKWELL-BYERS. They were born on 22/11/95 and are a WITCH (Circle of the Aurora Coven) living in Northknot Town. They work as a MANAGER AT NORTHKNOT AUTOSHOP. Some say they're LOYAL and RESOURCEFUL, but I’ve heard others say they're BLUNT and CONFRONTATIONAL. When you think of her, don’t you think of POWER RADIATING FROM THE MOON, THE SMELL OF THE AIR AFTER RAIN, UNWAVERING LOYALTY?

A E S T H E T I C

a  wild  hurricane  unwilling  to  be  tamed  .  running  with  wolves  .  powered  by  the  moon  .  unwavering  loyalty  .  hidden  pain  .  unknown  past  .  craving  a  knowledge  that  will  never  be  learned  .  unapologetic  eyes  .  the  smell  of  the  air  after  rain  .  staring  up  at  the  night  sky  .

Q U O T E S

“  tot  zhe  molot  chto  drobit  steklo  ,  kuyet  stal  (the same hammer that shatters glass, forges steel)  .   ”   –  old russian proverb.

“  the  only  people  for  me  are  the  mad  ones  ,  the  ones  who  are  mad  to  live  ,  mad  to  talk  ,  mad  to  be  saved  ,  desirous  of  everything  at  the  same  time  ,  the  ones  who  never  yawn  or  say  a  commonplace  thing  ,  but  burn  ,  burn  ,  burn  like  fabulous  yellow  roman  candles  exploding  like  spiders  across  the  stars  .   ”   –   jack kerouac.

“  to  be  reborn  ,  you  have  to  die  first   .   ”  –   lucien carr.

M U S I C    P L A Y E R

“   i  will  always  fall  and  rise  again  –-  your  venomous  heroine  .  'cause  i  am  a  survivor  .  yeah  ,  i  am  a  fighter  .  ”   the fighter by in this moment.

“  i've  been  running  through  the  jungle  ,  i've  been  running  with  the  wolves  to  get  to  you  ,  to  get  to  you  .  i've  been  down  the  darkest  alleys  ,  saw  the  dark  side  of  the  moon  .  ”   wolves by selena gomez.

“  as  i'm  looking  up  (as I'm looking up) ...  suddenly  the  sky  erupts  (sky erupts, sky erupts)  .  flames  alight  the  trees  ,  spread  to  fallin'  leaves  .  now  they're  right  upon  me  .  ”   trampoline by shaed ft zayn.

“  on  me  dit  que  le  destin  se  moque  bien  de  nous  .  qu'il  ne  nous  donne  rien  et  qu'il  nous  promet  tout  ...  paraît  que  le  bonheur  est  à  portée  de  main  .  alors  on  tend  la  main  et  on  se  retrouve  fou  .  ” quelqu’un m’a dit by carla bruni.

P E R S O N A L I T Y  

+ adaptable, protective, and caring  - stubborn, arrogant, and impatient

this girl is always ready for anything! no matter the situation, she knows how to work her way around it and make it work in her favour. moving around so much as a child, the girl HAD TO learn to adapt, she wouldn’t have survived if she didn’t. there were some pretty terrible homes but she always made it through. but being in those homes and seeing how certain people where treated, the little witch became super protective of them. she was always on guard and would do whatever she could to help someone in need. even if it was taking the blame for something they did. she always endured it so they didn’t have to. there would be times when she was offered a way out. older kids running away and willing to take her with them, but she was too stubborn. she wouldn’t budge, she’d stay to look out for the other kids. 

over the years, she’d teach herself magic and while there was obviously things she needed to learn, she was actually pretty decent considering. she was powerful. and that in turn made her a little arrogant, she tried not to be but sometimes she couldn’t help. she was proud of herself and no one else would be.... so eventually that proud feeling just turned into arrogance. once she started learning more, she really couldn’t wait. she knew she could do it all, she had the power for it, but not the knowledge. it became a bit of a problem. she was too impatient, needed to learn everything and anything. she had been on her own for so long, she didn’t know how to do things on other’s time. 

her thirst for knowledge didn’t stop with just magic, she really did want to know everything. you never know when you might need the information. when it might be useful to someone in need. helping people is just something she did. sure there are times she’s a bit standoffish, but more often than not, she is going out of her way to help. she can be a little blunt, but she only has people’s best interest in mind... to her, it’s not her fault if someone can’t handle it. 

H E A D C A N O N S

001.  seraphina marie blackwell comes from lillian’s bloodline. though she was very unaware of that fact for the longest time. see, her birth parents gave her up right after she was born–-- she has spent her whole life thinking they didn’t want her. but the truth is, while she was never planned, the gave up their life to create a hunter. it was a vow they made long before seraphina was conceived. so even if they did want her, they couldn’t keep her.

002. she was meant to be given to some friends of their, but two weeks into her living there, they were killed and she was left to go into the system. anytime someone tried to adopt her, her powers went out of control, leaving her to be left behind. when she was a little older, they put her in a foster home. but those never lasted and she spent her childhood moving from home to home. the blackwell witch hated it, but she did met plenty of other kids and formed some pretty deep connections. mainly with other witches and wolves. unaware that she did indeed have a special bond with wolves. see, it was her great, great, great, great (etc.) grandmother, lillian who casted the spell that created wolves... and it was her job, as part of that bloodline, to look after wolves. no matter where she went, she always had some type of connection with a wolf and she always helped where she could. whether it meant helping them personally or helping someone stay protected from them. it all depended on the wolf.

003. when she was sixteen she was adopted into a family of wolves. she wasn’t the only one that felt the connections, wolves did as well, these wolves just felt a connection that made them wish to help her. she got lucky this time because she has had to deal with wolves who’ve felt the need to kill her. but that’s beside the point... this family of wolves took her in and welcomed her. introduced her to some witches who could really help. from then own, the girl went from having no family to having two. the family of wolves and the aurora coven of witches.. 

004. due to her bloodline, it is no surprise that the blackwell girl drew her power from the moon. she really got lucky that her parents, after they adopted her, introduced her to the right coven. within the coven she learn more magic than she had only be able to teach herself and she also happened to learn about her biological parents and her bloodline. it surprised her and broke her heart. . . but she loved her family. she wouldn’t trade them in for the world.

005.  despite living in northknot her entire childhood, she did take a year to herself and traveled. ended up meeting witches from all over who weren’t ready to go to northknot yet. she also met more wolves and managed to convince the rouge ones to travel to northknot and possibly join a pack. during this year she faced challenges that, while left her scared, really helped her with her power. she really got to become the best version of herself.

006. after her year was up, she moved back, this time into a place of her own, though she still talks to her parents everyday. her brothers lived with her for a couple of years too but ended up wanted to do their own thing. during this time since being back, she went to the uni, finished uni, and even became a manager at her job in the autoshop. fixing cars and bikes and such is something she was always kind of good at. she was always super into cars when she was younger. had even got in trouble a couple of times for street racing. she’s hoping her next step is to either become part owner of the shop or buy her own shop.

007. NOW: she is still working as a manager at the autoshop. still lives in her house, got new roommates since her brothers moved out... still calls her dad everyday (her mum was killed by some rogue vampire who was just travelling through). 

C O N N E C T I O N S

ADOPTED BROTHERS. they can be the bio kids to their parents or adopted like she was. but they are both werewolves. she completely adores her brothers and used to get into a lot of mischief with them. probably still does.

BEST FRIEND. her person. this person is her ride or die. the person she’d be able to go to if she had to hide a body. due to her bond with witches and wolves, i think it’s be a bit more fun if her best friend was someone of a different species but i am open to anything. male/female/non-ninary, it doesn’t matter. just give this girl a best friend.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND. someone she met in one of the many foster homes she got stuck in. even if they didn’t always end up in the same house, they stayed friends. they met in a really bad house and just ended up having each other’s backs and it was just a bond that couldn’t be broken. i imagine they got into trouble a lot and had to be separated. [PJ SIMONS]

EX (WEREWOLF) BOYFRIEND. the same way she feels this connections to wolves, they feel something too. sometimes it’s a protection type connection, sometimes it’s just plain friendly, sometimes it’s even love... however, it’s not always a good connection and with this wolf, the connection wasn’t good. the two started dating BEFORE he triggered his ‘curse’ and everything was great. they LOVED each other. however, everything changed when he triggered his wolf gene. he couldn’t help it, couldn’t fight it at the time. so after a nasty fight, both managed to get away and haven’t seen each other since.

FWB. so while the saying is friends with benefits, they don’t actually need to be friends. they CAN BE, but it could also b fun to have an enemy with benefits type thing. they argue during the day and have their fun at night. just something to help relieve some stress ;)

ROOMMATES. two to three roommates. any species. they could have moved in because they were already friends with seraphina and needed a place. or maybe a coven mate. i would even take someone who responded to an add she posted and we can have this fun semi-awkward relationship between them because they don’t know each other as well but are trying to get to know each other better since they do live together. [MILES GREENWOOD & VIOLETTE CUNNINGHAM]

WEREWOLF SHE CONVINCED TO MOVE HERE. during her year away she ran into some rouge wolves and helped them as much as she could and told them to move to northknot. that they didn’t have to be alone anymore if they didn’t want to be. so i would love to see someone she told.