#raine will either hate or love human music

[random-dragon-exe]

Ok but like, an AU where the hexsquad stays in the Boiling Isles and the Covenheads recover quickly, then go through the portal and into the human realm to escape the collector.

(For the sake of the AU to work, Eda was the one clever enough to remember her curse and she cut off her arm herself, then the Covenheads recovery was quicker and try to find a way to escape by going to higher ground. Terra and Adrian see the Portal and make a run for it and the others follow suit. Raine follows to say that they don't want to leave Eda and the others but Darius drags them with him to get to safety. Terra and Mason get greedy and knock the Hexsquad away from the portal. Luz and the others try to catch up but it's too late as the portal closes and ends.)

Think about it. It'll be played seriously as they try to find a way back. Of course, there'd also be some humor too about them being stuck in a different world.

Raine and Darius would share the single braincell trying to hold everyone together. Raine is the one who suggests that they lay low while trying to find a way back.

Then Raine gets the idea that they need to not only hide their ears, but also need to blend in with regular human clothes. (So naturally, they have to resort to stealing clothes ATLA style.)

They'll also have to do some small accommodations for Vitimir's legs, Hettie's horns (if they're horns it could be a headpiece we don't know) Terra's hair, Osran's extra hands, and Adrian has to just hide his tail with an illusion.

They also pass off Eberwolf as a type of feral wolf they keep as a pet.

They keep shelter at the portal house and Mason is the one to repair it up a bit to make it more livable. (Albeit, with Terra's floral but deadly touches as decoration/security)

Of course they don't get along, but they do their best to put it aside in order to find a way home and stop Belos. (Terra and the Covenheads that were previously loyal to Belos now just want to get some revenge for being manipulated the entire time.)

In terms of food, they resort to stealing food from markets via illusions and sneaking around since they have no idea how human currency works.

About the Rebus, Mason finds it while remodeling the interior one day, coincidentally around Halloween-time. (since it's Halloween they don't need to hide their ears and one tail, people will think it's a costume.)

They try to decipher the rebus but to no avail, so they have to resort to asking someone and of course they run into Masha and they help.

Darius notices the golden guard symbol again and Raine notices the statues of the Whittebane Brothers where one looks like Belos.

For a small break they decide to sit down and watch Masha's retelling of the "Brothers Whittebane". During the ride, Darius notices the bird that looks an awful lot like Hunter’s palisman.

It isn't until after that one by one they piece together that Belos came from the Human realm and was one of the brothers on the statue. (They don't know what happened to the other brother though.)

Then Darius notices something in the woods and goes after it. The others follow and see Belos possessed Darius and they fight him and manage to get him out of his body.

The try to fight him again to defeat him but it doesn't work. Darius is severely hurt so she stays back to heal him. (This time, while they're fighting Adrian manages to look inside Belos’s mind via a similar spell that doesn't need an amplifier.)

Belos manages to escape through the portal, and with Darius healed within time, they quickly go in through the portal.

I really liked this sudden idea I just had to share.

Also yes Darius is the equivalent to Hunter here because of his connection to the previous golden guard.

And Adrian is the equivalent to Gus in this scenario (in his own twisted way) because he has the magic to look into a person’s memories. (Then it'll come up as he pieces it together that Belos killed his brother and made him into a grimwalker.)

Then Darius has to face the fact that Hunter is a grimwalker as well as the previous Golden Guard.

What can I say except that I live for parallels?

I may do a part 2 of this for how the rest goes, who knows.

[astrofhobia]

Death, the protector of Mictlán.

In this AU Eclipse is a pretty important character. He is the protector of Mictlán, his job is to protect each soul that comes to this place.

Eclipse still has his current personality, he is sarcastic, selfish, not very charismatic, and always has his guard up. Ironic that he is the protector of Mictlán!

He usually despises the souls of Mictlán, saying that they are “quite stupid and live in eternal ignorance.” Although he has never publicly shown his contempt.

In general, he remains the same grumpy man as always, forced to do a job against his will.

In this AU Eclipse calls himself “Death”. Eclipse is terrified of alebrijes (The souls of animals that end up in Mictlán), specifically those that can fly. He doesn't like the rain, he doesn't like getting wet either. He has candles in his hat that could go out!

Eclipse does not have a good relationship with the others (Lunar, Earth, Solar, etc.). He doesn't like to communicate with them if it's not extremely necessary, the only people he talks to are Sun and Y/N. Bloodmoon is just a neutral point, he doesn't dislike him but he doesn't talk to him either.

Eclipse is Moon's brother and Killcode's son, unfortunately Eclipse forgot who and what his sister was like. He never met Killcode directly.

Although Eclipse is the protector of Mictlán, he does not live there! He lives in the human world. In a small two-story house with Sun. But he usually visits Mictlán almost every day.

Eclipse really likes music related to love. It's ironic because he hates romantic relationships! He also like sweet bread with chocolate. It tastes sweet! He also likes to cook for some reason, he doesn't need to do it but sometimes he helps the souls of Mictlán in the kitchen.

Eclipse is the smallest character in height. He is 5.9ft (179cm).

Eclipse has incredible strength compared to an animatronic like Monty, he's actually stronger than Monty! Maybe he could carry Earth, Lunar, Sun, at the same time and he wouldn't feel much weight on his shoulders.

Eclipse has problems with his entire right arm and left leg, sometimes these parts stop working unexpectedly, causing him to trip over anything or drop things he was holding with his right hand. It's frustrating and he usually curses when this happens. He doesn't know why this happens.

Lastly, Eclipse forgot most of his past. He doesn't remember who he used to be or what his true purpose was, he simply woke up one day in a capsule without even knowing his name.

If you want to know more about my little guys, you can ask me any questions! I will answer it, I swear.

[victoriadallonfan]

Rereading Ward, it’s very interesting how Victoria desperately wants to put on this facade of statuesque calm and implacable manner. Even without spelling it out, it feels like she subconsciously wants to be Brandish or Alexandria or Chevalier or arguably Scion: people who don’t break who don’t show any of their emotions and are steadfast about keeping to the job.

Except, that’s not true for them. Brandish, Alexandria, Chevalier, and Scion all break down at various points from the stress, all of them feel hampered by this facade more than anything, and it ruins nearly all but one of their lives.

And it’s especially not true for Victoria. She doesn’t like being this stiff upper lip person, despite her thinking it’s what she’s supposed to do.

Victoria is a passionate person: she likes making jokes and innuendos, she likes pulling pranks and having people pull pranks on her (in good fun), she likes being excited about nerdy shit and movies and music, she loves to hear people talk about their artistic passions, and she craves being able to help those who are dealing with traumas like herself.

She wants to be able to cry and love and hate.

And we see that it’s this side that compels her team to basically adopt her into their therapy group, it’s what helps Fume Hood find the confidence to stay a hero, it helps Ashley feel like she belongs and Kenzie like she can be loved. Rain feels like he actually has some on who will have his back, Sveta has a newfound sister, and the Capricorn twins feel she treats them with dignity and respect.

It even works on some of the villains she fights. Moose is basically her friend who can’t resist her passion for doing the right thing, Prancer finds her amusing but also identifies with her wanting something better than a life such as this, and when she’s trying to rescue the Old Man from the other villains - it’s her removing her mask and making herself more human, joking with them, that allows them to relent and play along.

Even in one of the darkest moments of the story, where Sidepiece is mocking Victoria for her rape, none of the other villains join in. Victoria is hurt, she’s offended, and she’s hating herself because of the comments said to her, but she notices the none of the villains think this is funny or seem comfortable with it. They don’t do anything about it, but it seems pretty clearly signaled that seeing this happen to someone who is visibly hurting is not something they agree with either.

And of course, her friendship and divorce with Tattletale, a person whom Victoria hated for her role in her wretching, but when they put aside the masks and bravado they find a commonality and love to people close to them.

And stranger still, they find themselves recognizing that they each sort of fill gap left by others in their lives, and grow to become deep friends even if it’s of the snarking kind. It’s Tattletale seeing Victoria broken by her power and Victoria seeing Tattletale broken from her trigger event that the first big steps to that friendship are made, and the deal is sealed when Tattletale confides in Victoria her own fears and vice versa.

Being this indomitable and implacable force of nature isn’t strength. It is arguably part of why the Simurgh was the final opponent and so terrifying. Human but not, a mere statue taking action with no care or concept of caring beyond The Mission.

Victoria being able to express her humanity and be vulnerable is what matters and what inspires people around her. And it’s very fitting that Chevalier, a person who, Victoria tried to emulate several times, realizes that maybe it’s time to follow what Victoria is doing and just… be human and vulnerable.

To rest and self care, and acknowledge that you need it.

[ovwechoes]

Widowmaker Headcanons (general) I like talking about Amelie a lot, so I'm making a general hc list of things I think about her! It's entirely self indulgent but I just want to write for her more so cope /j My asks are open, and they're under the cut - enjoy!

What's Amelie's sexuality? I like to HC her as bisexual with a male lean - she has more experience with male partners, but after Gerald's death she's struggled with dating men (or really anyone since). She's demisexual as well, even though if you said that to her she'd have no clue what you're talking about whatsoever. Her sexuality is known to very few, and she intends to keep it that way to avoid discussions about her spreading more.

What's Amelie's preferred weather and season? Amelie has an appreciation for the spring and autumn - she finds it comforting seeing the seasons change to bring new life in the spring, and then for that life to come full circle in its life span in the autumn. Knowing that it's all a cycle, and it will always repeat itself (with some variation) is something she feels secure in. She loves the rain as well; often times she'll sit by her window, glass of wine in hand and will simply enjoy the music the rain makes against her home. It's peaceful, and helps quiet her mind when it's filled to the brim with things she can't quite understand.

Something small that Amelie enjoys? It might not seem like anything to other people, but Amelie enjoys styling her hair. When she's in private, away from anyone else, she lets herself watch tutorials and enjoy herself as though she's playing dress up with herself as the doll. It's something she keeps under lock and key, with only Moira knowing because she walked in on her trying out space buns after she saw them online. She hates the fact that she has to keep her hair up all the time to fit her image in Talon, and so it's partially a rebellious act, as a way to gain more independence in herself and her identity.

Any bad habits that Amelie has? Her worst habit is her drinking - it's been her main way of coping with her trauma for years. Often times, she'll go to bed wine drunk, with the bottles on her nightstand waiting for her to clean them up in the morning. She feels as though drinking is one of the only times she can actually feel emotions the way she's supposed to, and the way she did before her experimentations in Blackwatch. It helps her feel more human, more normal. She sometimes goes on alcohol bans, especially if she's busy with work. But, she's never going to decline a free drink or a present that's alcohol related. It's her worst feature, arguably.

Does Amelie like being in pictures? Not anymore - not since her wedding photos. She was never really a photogenic woman, but after the experimentations she grew to dislike her body. That's why I think she got her tattoo, as a way to bring something she likes into her appearance so that she's not full of hatred for herself. Amelie doesn't like the reminders of her unhappiness working in Talon, and so taking pictures would only feel torturous of her. She'd have to fully, genuinely, and truly trust someone to feel comfortable taking pictures with them. It's how she's always been deep down, but it's been amplified since Blackwatch.

How well does Amelie take care of herself? Because of Talon's strict guidelines, she has to take very good care of herself both physically and hygiene wise. She doesn't like to feel grimy or dirty either, so she tends to take 2 showers a day - once in the morning and once before bed. She's very into skincare, and likes to have a winding down nighttime routine where she focuses on her skincare, body care and focuses on healing herself however she can. No one knows this besides her, but she keeps a wellness journal to track the emotions she's felt that day, what they mean and what caused them. Amelie often fills it in when she's alone, in the bathroom with the shower still running to make people think she's still busy. It's her way of trying to understand the mental war going on in her mind, especially when these emotions were dulled down and almost removed completely for years. Physically, she does Pilates and endurance training alongside her continued treatments from Moira - it helps her relax, focus on her core strength, and ensures she's ready for the missions that come next. If she could, though, she'd be training through ballet practice. She misses it dearly, but Moira refuses to let her explore that route, just incase it brings back memories or emotions that would interfere with her work. It's something Amelie detests about Talon, but she knows she can't leave and this is all she has left now after everything that happened with Overwatch. It's all she knows, and it's all she can know, so she continues with what's recommended for her training as per Moira's guidelines.

Who do they go to for comfort? Honestly, it would be Olivia/Sombra. We've seen how understanding she can be of Sigma and his ailments in Talon, and if Amelie were to open up and reveal what's going on in her mind, how she's letting herself slowly learn how to feel again, I think Olivia would have her back throughout it all. Olivia would obviously be a risky ear to talk to, incase she spills it for the right price, but Amelie is short on people she can rely on. Anyone she could trust without experimenting on her or ridiculing her is gone now, and all she has is Olivia to give her the hope of support and genuine concern. They have a very sweet, private friendship and Olivia's a good shoulder for Amelie to rely on when she's struggling with her newfound emotions. Olivia's logical nature also helps when Amelie's in a pessimistic, agitated mood and helps her to ground herself and look at the situation from a different lens. Sometimes, though, if she's feeling very restricted, unable to be herself, she'll speak to Sigma about things going on, and listen to his rambles to help quiet her mind. They both feel the pain of being in Talon, even though they have very different mental states. Regardless, it would take a lot for her to go to anyone for comfort, and even if she wanted to she's always careful with her words, making sure that if anything was overheard or spoken about, that she could defend herself adequately.

[starlight-incarnate]

Ainur as Aesthetics: 

Melkor  —  eye-rolls, either sleep for the week or sleep is for the weak, great music taste, extremely passionate, smarter than you'd think, abandoned cities, alcohol, doesn't care about opinions, midnight hours, black coffee, hates humanity, cold hands, barely-there eyeliner, sharp smiles, lace-up boots, doesn't like to be told what to do, anger so blinding that you forget where and who you are, staring at the mirror until your features start to disappear, bad decisions, their words can hit you like a gunshot, the chilling sensation of metal on your skin, sharp claws ready to slash anyone they encounter, shattered antique mirrors, long dark scarves, dark and tousled hair, swallowing hard, a little broken.

Manwë  —  pale white snow, red cheeks, dried flowers that used to be the colour of the sun, quiet half-smiles, sunlight coming through an open window in the morning, hair tucked behind ears, gives the most thoughtful gifts, always neat, sparkly jewellery, beautiful poetry, comforting hugs, light footsteps, kisses on cheeks, a laugh like wind chimes, thunderstorms that you feel in your chest, intelligent eyes, collector of small objects, windswept hair, loves their friends with almost an unhealthy amount of loyalty, the colour of the sky at dusk, a crisp autumn breeze, soft hair, gold-flecked souls, the one who is there for you even when you think you don't need them, singing under their breath, smiles as the rain falls down and laughs as their hair lifts in the breeze.

Varda  —  cracked spines of leather-bound classics, sharing pieces of your soul with the world, starting revolutions with simple words, rosewater, cherry blossom petals floating through the wind, making promises, midnight conversations, writing into abysmal nothingness, stargazing, knowing smiles, doesn't open up easily, soft skin, crystals, a night where the clouds hide the moon, stories swirling in your mind, cursive letters, piercing eyes, whispers filled with secrets, studying things that do not exist, bright flashes of light outside your window, silk bedsheets, mysterious, handwritten notes, stays up so late it's early, plays quiet music for ambiance, fingertips stained with ink.

Ulmo  —  bodies full of stories, a will that ebbs and flows, lazy smiles, no real devotion to anything but existence itself, wordless lullabies, glassy blue eyes, moves with grace and rhythm, late night swims, blue tie dyed sheets, flowing outfits, the rough ocean at night, tall waves and bitter winds, salty hair, long limbs, kind of sad and tired but you've never see them cry, goes with the flow, quiet voice but loud meaning, walks with purpose, always looks their best, very kind and giving, seashells, loud laughter, perfect posture, habit of overthinking, bare feet, ice-cold lemonade, laying on the ground to soak up the sun, sand in the air, intricate designs, high ceilings, dim lights, bitten nails.

Aule  — confident, likes to perform, acts cool but is secretly emotional underneath, bold/dark colours, loves challenges, gets mad and forgives just as quickly, wouldn't change for anyone, laughing so loudly that strangers stare at you, running around like crazy person with your lover, compliments a stranger's crazy hair colour and feeling so good when they smile, unhealthy amounts of candy, fiery red sunsets, getting back up after being knocked down, they know that their friends are right behind them wherever they go, the burn in your lungs after chasing something you'll never be able to catch, always does their own thing.

Yavanna  —  warm days, soft smiles, making sure everyone is happy, walking barefoot, falling asleep in the sun, wishes everyone would be kinder, mugs of too-sweet tea, the person who screams don't kill the spider, adores animals, covered in freckles, one can never quite tell exactly what their eye colour is, pointing to the stars as they peek out from behind the clouds, large yawns early in the morning, a question left unanswered, honey, one hand catching another, tea that is swallowed for its warmth and not the taste, faded patterns on well-loved t-shirts, dew beading on flower petals, the imprints tight socks leave behind, wanderlust's yearning pull.

Orome  —  long hair, loves nature and animals, mist, sharp features, dirt under their fingernails, very down to earth, always willing to help, the strong friend, always has new, interesting facts to tell, tough as all hell, doesn't love easily but always loves deeply, walking barefoot everywhere, wildflowers threaded into messy braids, laying in the afternoon sun, big adventures, crisp air, deeply opinionated, climbing the tallest trees around, muddy feet, toothy smiles, accepting of everyone, follows their own path, stargazing off mountain cliffs, running through tall grass, folklore stories of fairies and dragons, a child at heart.

Nienna  —  honeyed and sulky dark summers, pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias, unkept promises, cinematic and shadowy, existing in a trance of melancholy, feels passionately though feigns detachment, slightly off-putting, their presence is announced but even if it wasn't you'd still know they were there, constantly underestimated, desperately afraid of silence, red-rimmed eyes, always appears serene, broken handwriting, short hair, foxes, dead leaves, large coats and scarves, numb fingers, old stone walls, steaming black tea, tears, gazing at a past lover down the hall, the smell before rain, old songs, nostalgia.

Námo  —  set features, eyes the color of dead souls, candles melting wax atop a piano, tragic smiles, an inexplicable sense of sharpness, hot tears, decaying cores, irreversible tornadoes, infectious whispers, heart is always pounding, doesn't like to be seen, nightmares, dark circles under their eyes that they can't hide, doesn't know their limits, slightly self-destructive, the silent one, bitter coffee, quiet observation, black eyeshadow, knows a bit of everything, no-nonsense, cold fingers and colder gazes, being misunderstood, sitting alone in a hard wood chair late at night, dead roses, losing a loved one too soon, moss covering broken gravestones, shattered glass, the taste of melancholy. 

Irmo  —  glows when they talk, dewy eyes, radiates with a blessing from the sun, gentle hands, dandelions, white clouds, the shy warmth of the first days of spring, afternoon naps, soft pillows, carefree laughter, fields of reeds, basking in the moonlight, flower crowns, sunbathing in creeks, gloriously alive, hours among the leaves, kind soul, often lost in their own thoughts, nights spent watching the river, dancing in a circle, holding hands, soft clothes, sun kissed skin, always listening to music, either works too hard or not at all, warm smiles, dancing in the rain, catching fireflies, wanting to do everything and nothing all at once, innocent hope, paper stars in glass jars, bittersweet goodbyes, looking for beauty in everything, water-coloured skies. 

Estë  —  dried orange garlands, snow on green tiled roofs, a bit in love, quills dipped in metallic ink, daydreaming, angelic singing, very fond of cuddling, homemade bread, constantly buying gifts for people, talkative, will hold your hand whenever and wherever, friends with almost everyone, convinced that sleeping at 10pm is late, strawberry ice cream, calming eyes, telling old stories, rosy cheeks, wanting the best for everyone, sunrises, loves nature, passionate about dreams, self-made flower crowns, will stay up late to comfort you, unexpected hugs from the back, not afraid to tell people they love them, humble.

Vairë  —  silver knitting needles, velvet skies filled with twinkling stars, red embroidery thread, hot black tea with spoonfuls of sugar, ballet shoes, hearts carved in birch bark, denim jackets, distant bells, foxgloves, rain moving over hills, cheek caresses, a bedroom left alone, walking in the mud and rain at dusk, resisting change, dead ends, unspoken feelings, finally coming home, looking up at the stars in hope of something more, simultaneously brimming with hope and lifeless, wiling the hours away, staring at the ceiling, wanting to write but not knowing the words, hiding from the world, afraid of the future, a sense of dread.

Vána  —  soft features, the smell of lavender, long walks in the sunshine, singing in a choir, sincere laughter, pastel colours, reading poetry aloud, baking cookies and sharing it with friends, kind gestures, painting on random objects, flower print clothes, lacy socks, handwritten love letters, forgiving people, graceful movements, writing poetry, roses, standing up for those who can't defend themselves, walks through nature, positivity, white lace, long hair, very graceful, always there for you, nostalgia of a time that you never knew, undeniably beautiful, the sweet breeze of a spring morning, slowing drifting off while laying on a green meadow, calm and collected, the best friend you could ask for.

Tulkas  —  loud laughter, hammocks, doesn't know when to stop, can't sleep, jacket with so many fixed holes it has been reduced to patchwork, flashing smiles, living on the edge, free spirit that will rip you to shreds if you dare to try and tame it, bloody knuckles, the moments of silence after a loud screaming match, riding into the sunset, dogs barking in the distance, the smell of fire on the air, running from person to person, unbridled chaos, aimless wandering, on the verge of greatness, call of the void, empty avenues, walking between worlds, wanting to hold the planets, melancholy nights, seeing things that aren't really there, wishing for more, overgrown unkempt gardens, bright colours against dark greens, tripping up on vines and logs, scraped knees.

Nessa  —  can go from laughing to serious fast if necessary, little bits of dark humour, staying up late, they do the little eyebrow thing when they get insulted, doodles, everybody else thinks they have friends but they don’t, red lipstick, lively, can be implosive, forgotten, mood swings like crazy, but very calm when they are happy, regrets decisions they made in the past, affectionately called a little brat, out until late in the afternoon of the next day, does not let anyone kill their vibe, seeing their escape in a person, the echo of your own steps on a tile floor, the sensation of being the only one left, a way that seems to have no end.

Eönwë  —  intimidating, has a soft side but only a few people see it, loves the forest, natural beauty, combat boots, deep thinker, false formality, a chord of music that breaks the silence, clouds rolling in, doesn't get angry but instead just fucking glares at you until you crumble, loves thunderstorms, mind like caverns, hands like stone, to hold or to hurt, heavy irises, earthquake tempers, unrequited love, soft voice, they know you whether you know them or not, lingering touches, people watching, the smell of old books and rain, faint music in the distance, won't let others break their friend's hearts, clearing their throat as a type of warning, moral righteousness, faith in humanity, towering buildings.

Mairon  —  sarcastic comments with a smile, glares that could kill, speaking in such a pretentious way that no one even understands you, obsession over studies, being a good person but getting corrupted, setting fire to the city, eyes like flames, heeled boots, soft aching hands buried in messy hair, ancient ruins, cups of tea gone cold, flawless eyeliner, impulsive decisions, false pretences, sickly sweet smiles, daunting realisations, masquerade masks, too stubborn to admit their regrets, waking up from a nightmare, hands cold to the bone, chest pains, the sharp cold of winter, rotting apples, dark circles under the eyes from not sleeping for days, hands stripped from over-washing.

So! Still trying to work out my masterlist and first few posts I have pre-written. In the meantime, please enjoy this messy aesthetic thingy.

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - seventy | looking for an Ans:wer

Hand holding onto the handle on the bus so tightly you could feel your muscles cramping, you wondered what Yunho’s answer was. You wondered if it would be weird if you texted him and asked. No, you knew it would be weird if you asked, you didn’t have to wonder. You were an adult human who was totally capable of being very, extremely, totally normal about the situation: you couldn’t ask, it would be nosy and so strange coming from the person who was trying to keep him at arm’s length just a few weeks ago. You literally gave him your phone number yesterday, you’d look like a freak.

You couldn’t.

You could maybe bring it up to Satbyeol… but there was no point in that either simply because he’d be an idiot if he rejected her. She was the hottest woman in acting right now, and probably would be even as she got older, so she had that on her side. She was also, quite possibly, the hottest woman in the world, so she also had that. And she wasn’t just physically attractive, but had the kind of charisma most men craved. In fact, she had the kind of charisma most women craved. Probably everyone craved her, she was just so craveable.

She was tall and gorgeous and classy and dressed well no matter what she was doing and she was so cool and you were nothing compared to her. You were just a little producer-in-training goofball who shopped the bargain racks so she could save up money for more instruments and didn’t really care about dressing up for daily life. The adult version of the girl-next-door once she finally moved out of her town and found a real job, but like, if she wasn’t in a movie with a stylist styling her.

You wished you had never met Yunho again. You wouldn’t be feeling your old crush on him, you wouldn’t be feeling your new crush on him, you wouldn’t be feeling so jealous that…

That Satbyeol asked him out before you could even get close to him again.

Would you have asked him out if she hadn’t? You weren’t sure. But the problem wasn’t that, it was going from ‘Don’t fucking talk to me’ to ‘Hey, do you want to get some coffee’ without seeming like you were out of your fucking mind. You were definitely starting to feel like you were, but you didn’t want to look like you were; it’d be so hypocritical.

You watched the buildings go by as you went into work. You had barely slept last night because of hearing their conversation and knowing that he’d have to have said yes. It was a nice morning and you found yourself wishing it was gray and pissing rain instead. At least that would fit how you felt right now, and the being soaked through would only have let you wallow further. And boy, did you really want to wallow. You sighed what must have been your fortieth sigh already that morning and wondered if the people around you had started to question if the hydraulics in the bus were breaking or something. 

You sighed again.

Maybe you should have said ‘fuck it’ to your morals, to your not wanting to be a hypocrite. Maybe you should have just told him days ago that you always had a crush on him and asked him out. Would he have said yes? He didn’t seem to hate you even though you told him not once, but twice, to never talk to you and even seemed to respect your decision. But that didn’t mean that he ever had any romantic feelings for you.

But…

You supposed that people could change. You supposed that you could change.

Maybe you were changing. Maybe it was the temporal distance from what had happened that made you start to feel differently about it. Maybe it was seeing him again and seeing how much of a man he’d grown into in the ensuing years. Maybe it was hearing him sing again and remembering the good parts about when you knew him, all the soft lighting of nostalgia and soft looks of realizing you’re in love with your best friend. All the wondering if he loved - or could love - you back… and then the remembering of the pain you felt when you knew you had to stand your ground because you felt so betrayed.

You were confused. Annoyed. You wished someone could tell you how to feel and what to think. What would it make sense to feel in this situation? Right now?

You didn’t know.

You wanted to throw up.

You opened the studio door to the sound of sustained yelling, and found Maddox pulling the cling film off a tin poster as Hongjoong watched, arms folded and eyebrows raised.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Your eyes were wide as you entered the room. “Is it Wednesday, my dudes?”

Hongjoong looked at you questioningly, and you shook your head.

Maddox spun around and laughed, embarrassed.

“I think you’ve thoroughly shown that poster that you’re the alpha in this scenario.”

Hongjoong laughed.

You put your bag down and hung up your jacket. “What is that?” 

Maddox finished pulling the film off - without screaming - and turned it around to show you. It was a kind of pop-art rendition of his last album cover.

“Wow… nice.”

“I found a website that prints custom metal posters, and I decided to make one for my personal studio.” He drummed his knuckles against the metal and smiled at the metallic sound.

You nodded. “That reminds me… am I ever going to get my own studio? I noticed the other producers all have one.”

“We’re working on cleaning up the mess your predecessor left,” Hongjoong said matter-of-factly.

Your eyebrows ticked up in surprise. “Did he wreck the place or something?”

He sighed. “...Yes. Originally we had locked the room because I was supposed to go through what he left behind, since I was closest to him, but it turned out he might have stolen a few things and I was so mad I couldn’t go through it all. The IT guys went through it instead so they could log everything.”

You nodded slowly. “Well… take your time then. I’m still learning anyway, so I’ll be in here regardless.”

He nodded.

“But if you want to go through it anytime soon, I can help.”

He thought for a moment. “...Why would you help?”

“I’m not connected to the situation in any way, so I’d be there as a buffer between you and your feelings.”

He nodded slowly.

“I can be your Marie Kondo, ‘I love mess.’”

Maddox put his poster down and closed the distance between you quickly, hugging you tightly.

“What--?”

“Joong, I’m so glad I didn’t let you scare her away!” He somewhat fake/somewhat possibly actually sobbed.

You laughed.

“Well stop hugging her before you scare her away right now.” Hongjoog said.

You laughed again as you held onto the arm he had across your chest as he hugged you from the side.

Maddox gasped. “She’s hugging me back, Joong! It’s like when a stray cat finally comes over to you and lets you pet it!”

You laughed louder. “Hey! I’m not a stray cat. And I was never scared of Joong sunbae; he tried to scare me off and I got mad instead.”

“Our sweet little rage child.” He laughed as he held you like a puppy that rarely let guests hold it: gently, from fear that it might try to jump away, but rocking it softly because of how cute it is. 

“You’re so emotional, Maddox.” You chuckled.

“I’m a musician. Of course I am.”

You shook as you tried to hold in a laugh and patted his arm. 

Hongjoong sighed and shook his head. “You really got that mad at me?”

“I become quite motivated when someone or something pisses me off. It might be a flaw more than anything else.”

He nodded. “Maddox, get off of her so we can work.”

Maddox pulled away and held you by the shoulders seriously. “You don’t need to be mad anymore.”

You put your hands on his shoulders as well. “You’re a goofy kid.”

He pursed his lips and went back to his poster. “I’m going to go put this in my studio.” And left.

Hongjoong shook his head.

“How is he the oldest one here?”

He sighed and turned back to the computer screen. “Sometimes I have no idea.”

You chuckled and sat, taking out your things. “Oh, uh… I had an idea yesterday.”

“What was it?”

“So you know how Ans:wer hasn’t had a comeback in years and the fans are pissed and I mean, I don’t know what’s going on behind the scenes, but the last comeback, it seemed like the members didn’t like the music--”

“They hated it.”

“They did?”

Hongjoong turned to you and thought for a moment. “…It was the last work of the man you’re replacing.”

You nodded and thought back to their last album. “I thought he was considered one of Wonderland’s foremost producers. It was stale and the concept had been done a million times before.”

“Yeah… I never found out what was going on in his head, but whatever it was… it affected everything he did. He just got lazy and kept recycling his old ideas and when I asked him to stop… you know.” You nodded. “Um... well… I had an idea for a reboot for them.”

“A-- a reboot?”

“Mhm.” You nodded. 

He shifted. “What’s your idea?”

You took out the USB and held it up for him to see. “I kind of made a powerpoint about it.”

He looked at it, then at you. “Let’s use the meeting room. I’ll text Maddox.”

Ten minutes later, Hongjoong was seated at the conference table while you were standing by the pull down screen trying to figure out how the clicker worked while Hongjoong coached you from where he was sitting. You accidentally ended your slideshow and had to go over to the computer to restart it. You clicked it forward and managed to figure out how to work it.

Maddox walked in. “So, what are we doing in here?”

“T/n is giving her first comeback pitch.” Hongjoong said as he gestured to the seat across from him. 

“Why can’t I sit next to you?” Maddox whispered.

“Because we’ll look all bunched up on one side. Sit over there.” Hongjoong whispered back.

“This is a bit fast isn’t it?” Maddox asked. “A whole meeting room and everything?”

“It’s just us. I want her to get the feel for presenting her ideas in a formal setting.”

“You made her make a powerpoint?” Maddox narrowed his eyes at Hongjoong.

“I made it,” you offered. “This morning. In like, a… fit of inspiration.” Maddox nodded, impressed.

Hongjoong gestured to you. “Go ahead and start.”

You nodded and clicked over to your title. The entire slideshow was just sentences of your main points. 

“So, Ans:wer. They debuted strongly, monster rookies, respectable chart placement and unit sales, won many, many music show awards, and they have many devoted fans.”

You clicked again.

“They have - as antis would say - ‘fallen off.’ They are - what fans would describe as - ‘in a slump.’ Two differing opinions that both describe what we all here, know: they haven’t released new music in almost four years. In kpop terms, this is literally forever.”

Hongjoong laughed softly.

“It was so long that the entire group went and did their military service at the same time, because they had nothing else to do, and now most of them are married and a some have kids. And you know what? Good for them, good for not letting it get them down. Good for them living life, you know?” 

You clicked to the next slide.

“And yet, contrary to what I would have thought, they all re-signed with Wonderland when their contracts were up. Interesting. Do they still hold out hope? Hmm. If they do, I have an idea for them.”

You clicked. 

“There was a song everyone really liked, a b-side, that had some folk music influences. The forums at the time were both hipping and hopping with love for this song; as a music fanatic, I can NOT tell you how many threads I saw talking about that song.”

You clicked to the next slide. 

“I was listening to Mars, the Bringer of War by Gustav Holst yesterday night and I had an idea…”

You clicked again. 

“There’s a Japanese band called Wagakki Band that mixes traditional Japanese instruments with modern rock music. There’s also been a handful of kpop groups that remixed their own songs with elements of traditional Korean music, but none who have made folk music their main interest. And really, there are only a few kpop groups that go for really big concepts, and even fewer that have concepts and stick to them. I think it’s time to reboot them.”

You clicked. 

“I believe that we can use Korean folk music - getting lyrics and ideas mostly from korean folklore - and couple it with kpop sentiments, to create something that would give the members something they can really believe in. Hopefully, this would not only reignite their passion for music that all their fans had noticed essentially died during their last comeback four or more years ago, but also, bring something new and interesting to the world stage of music.”

You clicked. 

“I’m sure these guys have been bored because their musical dreams have been dormant for so long, and I wouldn’t fault them if they were maybe a little scared of what could happen to their careers in the future. So let’s give them something they can really believe in.”

You clicked to the last frame and it went black.

“That’s it.”

They both applauded and you smiled.

Maddox raised his hand.

“Why are you--? Sure. You in the back.”

“You didn’t have any pictures though,” Maddox said.

You stared at him for a moment. “Maddox, I literally made this this morning.”

“Ah.”

“I promise, I’ll get pictures for you next time.”

Hongjoong nodded slowly. “You’ll need them for when we pitch this to the CEO.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “The-- really? For real?”

He nodded again. “Yeah. I like it. I think they might end up in a slightly smaller niche with a little less fame than before, but as men with families they might appreciate not being so busy. They’d still be making good money and would be able to do what they’ve been doing their whole lives. I think we could have a boy group version of Wagakki Band.” 

You chuckled. “You listen to them?”

“Of course I do, they’re amazing.”

“Of course you listen to them, you listen to everything.”

Hongjoong smiled.

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so my heart always wants to talk about Pride and Justice, literally all the time, for any reason. but i also want to shove Harlan and Yvonne in everyone's faces, as the new kids on the block. so to satisfy my extremely indulgent urges, i'm going to split this list in half and answer 5 for each couple.

Pride & Justice

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colors, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

Okay for Justice this is easy. He likes books and analyzing books (especially romance, especially in his book club), basically any animal (including humans), bright colors (yellow, light green, soft blues, lotta pastels in his wardrobe), soft textures, fruity scents (like in lotion and shampoo and stuff), his favorite season is spring, he likes overcast skies, and he'll listen to just about any music but has an affinity for classical and Lo-Fi Hip-Hop Beats To Study/Relax To.

On the other hand, Pride is so repressed that he does not allow himself to enjoy things for a hot minute because he's afraid of looking Weak and Vulnerable for Experiencing Joy. He'll admit to enjoying weed, alcohol, shoplifting, and inciting violence, but that's about it. Eventually, he comes to enjoy the punk scenes Ollie frequents and trips and falls into emo stuff (he also listens to pop-y club music when he's not at the club, but won't admit it), he can tortuously admit his favorite color is maroon, he obsesses over telenovelas with Sofia, he loves watching bad movies on purpose to make fun of them, he likes rain and snow, and his favorite texture is "Justice's clothes."

🍊 What is your OC’s favorite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes? What is your OC’s most hated food? Stuff they can’t stand to eat or drink?

Justice is partial to breakfast food in general, but simply cannot resist the opportunity to eat French toast when it's available. It's the first thing he perfected while learning to cook for the first time, so it's special in that way too.

Pride doesn't cook much (or rather, doesn't cook anything recognizable as human food), so his favorite things are made by other people or store bought. In general, he likes tart, sweet-and-sour flavors because it reminds him what his sin tastes like, and Ollie's weed brownies for exactly the reason you're thinking.

I haven't thought too much about what either of them dislike, so I'm pulling these out of my ass. Pride thinks yogurt is the weirdest, grossest food in the world, and Justice really doesn't understand the appeal of avocados.

🍑 Where is your OC’s favorite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them? Is there anywhere your OC hates to go to? Anywhere that stresses them out or have negative memories of?

For a while, Purgatory was Pride's escape. Nobody cares about Purgatory, nobody would ever look for him there, so it's where he went to cool off after another fight with Lust or to escape someone he pissed off. Relatedly, Hell is his least favorite place (shock, gasp).

On Earth, he kinda just goes to his room and curls up in his blanket nest when upset. Sometimes he will accompany this with extremely loud sadboy music. If he's just chilling though, he'll sit in the most space-taking position on the couch possible and watch Epic Fail compilations or something. Bonus points if Justice is there and he can invite himself into his lap.

Justice likes to sit on the balcony and be quiet, either with a book or nothing. It's his Thinking Spot, where he goes to brain it all out. It's important to him because he never really... had a place for that in Heaven. Everything he did was strictly regulated and controlled, so all his "relaxing" had to be done during his designated "relax" time, which he """shockingly"""" didn't get a ton of.

He hasn't been on Earth long enough to have negative associations with any particular place, but his memories of Heaven have been quite tainted by his recent rejection. He both wants to go back desperately, and hates that he wants to at all.

🧡 Who is your OC’s favorite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or role model or celeb can be someone’s favorite after all!). Who does your OC absolutely hate, the one person who they’d sell to Satan for one corn chip? Why do they loathe this person so?

Pride's favorite person is HIM!

In seriousness, Pride has himself on a pedestal because literally nobody gave a shit about him up until the events of the story happened. It was/is a coping mechanism, a survival technique, a way to rationalize all his actions away as Correct, because if he was ever wrong then that meant that everyone who had ever hurt him was right. As he grows, he begins to unlearn this way of thinking, but he never really lets go of that core idea. Pride is the most important person in the world to Pride, because he has to be. When nobody else is around, he has to truly, genuinely, earnestly love himself, not just to cope, but to like... be happy. But since he's not alone, and does have people who love him, Justice is his favorite non-him person for both character development reasons and extremely gay reasons.

As for his least favorite people, that could honestly fill a book. He is so bitter. God for obvious reasons, Lust for being abusive, Lucifer for lying about being better than God, but his hatred for Envy is I think the most interesting. In real life, the emotions of envy and (unhealthy) pride are very closely linked - people who have an unhealthy relationship with their pride are often envious of other people. Pride hates Envy because she's the concept of everything he can't admit to himself (he's envious of angels and humans who are happy, loved, and have God's affection), and Envy hates him right back for flaunting his confidence/dismissal of her sin as a concept at her and showing what she thinks she needs to be happy (and no longer envious). They're catty as fuck.

Justice loves Pride (for gay reasons and character reasons), but it's an extremely close race, maybe even a tie, for his sister Kindness. She's the reason for a lot of who he is, they intentionally modeled their human bodies so they would look related. Kindness really helped shape his understanding of how God's justice and God's kindness work together to create the Perfect Wholesome World of Heaven and is a big reason he believes what he does. Obviously when Heaven turned out to not be so wonderful and wholesome, he still took those ideals with him to Earth. One of his core philosophies is that justice should be guided by kindness, not the other way around, and she helped teach him that.

His personal antagonist in the book is Honesty, and he loathes her for extremely good reasons. She was his direct superior in Heaven, and made his life very difficult once he started suggesting that maybe Purgatory isn't the best way to do things. He has been under her thumb for ages, and him leaving Heaven was basically the excuse she was looking for to brand him a traitor. Justice does not wish death on anyone, but he's very close saying some very mean words about Honesty.

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun? What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

Justice LOOOOVES Blorbo From His Books. Pick up any book in his collection, he'll have hours of conversation at the ready. Even the trashy pulpy ones - ESPECIALLY the pulpy ones tbh. He's also a rules lawyer by definition of embodying God's justice, so he also enjoys having a friendly argument of semantics and creating the most busted TTRPG characters you've ever seen based on nothing but technicalities.

What Justice does not like talking about is... arguments for the sake of arguing? I guess? He doesn't like getting into fights, he just likes talking about rules, so anyone coming at him with like... real Stakes in the topic at hand with Furious Rebuttals immediately turns him off. He's just playing toys. Why are you so mad.

As previously mentioned, Pride doesn't really allow himself to enjoy things for a while, and even when he does, he doesn't like the idea of talking for hours about stuff. When he gets into art and starts painting, he doesn't really talk about it as much as he just... does it all the time, here's a picture. He'd rather show, not tell, and let the art speak for itself. Even with his bad movies and telenovelas, he doesn't have much to say other than "they're so fuckin hilarious, this one's my favorite, we should watch it Right Now, No Take Backs."

Pride finds SO many things boring actually. Don't talk about sports, don't talk about anything with numbers, don't bring up PROBLEMS in the NEWS??? It better be FUNNY or SEXY or VIOLENT or he is not listening to you.

Harlan & Yvonne

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Harlan is definitely a happy guy by default, especially after starting magic HRT. He lives a very party-heavy college lifestyle around a lot of other party people, so he's very rarely in a situation where thinking about his problems is in the forefront of his mind.

Music pretty reliably makes him happy, and just being in a situation where there are lots of people having a good time also makes him want to have a good time, which is where the parties come in. The infectious energy and the drinking games and whatever party potions everyone is passing around, all that is where he wants to be, with the people he wants to be with.

Harlan is also very good at being your personal hype man? He will simply not let his friends get away with self-depreciation, and give you compliments until you agree that they're true.

Yvonne is a more subdued kind of happy. She's consistently homesick for her herd, but does her best to keep in touch and explore her big city lifestyle in Athendrolyn and make a new "herd" for herself.

When she's particularly homesick, she'll either go on a long walk/trot along the beach or the forest trails, or if the weather's bad, curl up with a warm drink and a blanket and watch nostalgic movies from her foalhood.

Her social battery for people she hasn't integrated into her "new herd" is drained quite quickly, but if she's mentally made you part of that group, you're basically family to her. She'll drop anything for her herd, no matter the situation, and is all around a very compassionate and loyal friend.

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

Yvonne is a centaur, so she has crippling horse anxiety. Which is to say, she's afraid of most things! When she was living with her herd, it was mitigated by being in a herd and having a community and a leader to follow, but when she moved away for access to magic HRT, it got worse. She's particularly afraid of unexpected loud noises, sudden movements, and can get pretty overwhelmed in flashy environments like parties or concerts. She definitely leans on the "flight" half of fight or flight, and will look for any escape route possible. Depending on what's causing the episode, just being in a quiet room with someone she trusts for a few minutes can be enormously helpful, but the most reliable way for her to not be anxious is for people to announce when they're coming into a room, explain whatever that noise just was, and not go to parties.

As for being scary, Yvonne is a Clydesdale, so I wouldn't put it past people to find her intimidating, but usually once she opens her mouth all that is put to rest. She's very friendly!

Harlan isn't a particularly anxious person, but does avoid the ocean whenever possible. He's terrified of the sea and most deep water in general. He can swim, he just doesn't like doing it, and it's pretty easy for him to be calm by not going near deep water👍ever 👍

He's not scary either, nor would he ever want to seem scary.

🍋 Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?

Harlan is definitely very petty. One thing that happens in the short story is that his friends tease him about making up Yvonne (because they'd never met her/seen a picture of her), and once she shows up he takes EVERY OPPORTUNITY to rub their noses in the fact that HHHIISSS girlfriend is here, and his REALLY AWESOME GIRLFRIEND is right there, and wow did he mention they're DATINGGGGG??????

He really hates being underestimated, or being made a fool of, which is why he reacts so strongly to things like that. He doesn't like feeling like he's second best, so if he feels like that's happening (even if it isn't), he asserts his "authority" basically with any straw he can grasp. Sometimes this is easy, like when Yvonne turns out to be real and not fake, but other times it's just... unrelated or insulting or made up. He's not good at impulse control, so usually he has to be told to knock it off.

Yvonne is not very petty or jealous because in general very calm and not very confrontational. She can be a little insecure, too, so in instances where she is feeling jealous, it's more internal, and she doesn't act on it.

When she does feel it bad enough, she can shut down and be kind of closed off. Usually someone can help talk her back out of it, and Harlan is especially good at this because he likes to hype her up at every opportunity.

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

Yvonne grew up pretty sheltered in a rural area with only other centaurs, so she's pretty out of her depth when she moves to Athendrolyn with its dozens of different creatures and customs and traditions. The culture shock made her pretty susceptible to being tricked, both in non-serious ways and worse ways, but she's definitely more vigilant now. She's very trusting, even after those unfortunate incidents, and will generally give people the benefit of the doubt.

Harlan is much quicker to call bullshit, but also quicker to go "yooooo no wayyyyy," about something that personally piques his interest, whether or not it's true. He tends to trust people unless they have a known history of being untrustworthy, and his fraternity (or whatever I'm calling it in this fictional world) can definitely spread news, true or false, faster than anyone can possibly outrun it, so if he's trusting someone he knows he can trust, but they got their info from someone else who got it from someone else etc... yeah.

On his end, Harlan is a pretty straightforward guy, but he does fib a liiiittle bit on occasion to seem cooler. It's why his friends jumped to "your girlfriend isn't even real" in the first place. It's more dramatic than the things he's done in the past, but it's also not not something he would do.

💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?

As previously mentioned, Harlan doesn't have the greatest impulse control, and will act on how he feels before he thinks through what he's actually doing. He really feels the need to prove himself among his peers and seem cool and interesting, and the party lifestyle that encourages impulsive actions ddddoesn't help? much?

He knows he has this problem, and does try to catch himself, but it's a process after acting impulsively for so long. Yvonne being a stable, calm presence in his life has tremendously helped him.

Yvonne isn't impulsive at all, kind of the opposite. She has a lot of anxiety, and that prevents basically any impulsive action, which can cause her feelings to rule her life in a different way. She can be closed off and wary of things that aren't already in her comfort zone, especially growing up so sheltered.

She actually didn't realize how closed off she'd gotten until she met and started hanging out with Harlan, and has been slowly trying to increase her tolerance of out-of-comfort-zone experience since.

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LPS head cannons?

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these will be associated with my humanizations.

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Pepper. She has a tendency to refer to people by their surnames.

“You know what I think, Nevla?”

“Okay Terrio, listen here-“

“Painting’s looking good, Mark!”(which I will admit is a little strange, bc mark can be an actual first name- but shhhh)

So on and so on. It’s a casual nickname’y thing. Though there are exceptions, like when she’s trying to be a bit more genuine and/or personal.

“Penny, I’m really sorry…”

“Russell? Is something up?”

Oh and Zoe. Her main exception is Zoe since she is considerably closer to Pepper than the others are.

Blythe and Russell.

You’d think with Blythe being a fashion designer and all, she’d hang out with Zoe the most. The one who loves modeling and attention, fashion and fame. Right?

N u h u h , it’s actually Russell that Blythe hangs out the most with.

If Blythe is in designer’s/artist’s block, she’ll go to him first for inspiration and ideas. And while he’s confused on why him of all people- he doesn’t know alot about design, and Zoe is right there- he’ll do what he can.

And it seems to work. After some conversation with him, Blythe gets back into a creative flow. Russell doesn’t know what he did there, but he’s happy that he helped a dear friend out.

Russell does not like rain.

His reactions can range from being mildly annoyed, to being absolutely terrified of it. Especially the thunder and lightning parts during heavy storms. During times like that, his friends will be there to make sure he’s alright. Either by being physically there, or talking through a call if not.

Penny enjoys baking.

She loves to bake and will look for excuses to do it. She’ll bake pastries on the holidays like Valentine’s, New Years, Christmas, Halloween.

She’ll even consult Russell’s list of everyone’s birthdays so she can have a valid excuse to make cakes or cupcakes. Girlie just loves baking, and loves sharing her creations with her friends even more.

Minka is very much so capable of other artstyles. She just like her abstract one the most.

I think this was part of an episode where she was exploring other artstyles and frickin hated them. Personally, I think she was just having a bad artist’s day. She actually does like painting in those styles too, but she finds her usual one more fun.

Vinnie absolutely loves stage musicals.

How could he not? The emotions, the singing, the choreography. The choreography! He loves ranting about the latest one he’s seen to Sunil. Sunil doesn’t know what Vinnie is talking about, most of the time, but he’s happy that Vinnie is happy.

AAAAND thas all i got for now

[goldendunite]

Location: The Execution Tower

....

... Dunite?

..... Odette?! Wh- what are you-

No, shh, I am just here to talk to you....

..... you shouldn't. You're gonna get in trouble.

If Hexe was so adamant to keep me away, she would have made certain of it. Here.... I brought you cake.

..

..

..

.... it's delicious.

It would certainly be more delicious if you made it.. you never did quite lose your baking abilities.

..... I can't eat anymore, 'm sorry... I feel like I'm gonna fucking puke....

Did... did I add too much sugar by mistake?

No, not that... you could actually do with more I think. But no, just.... everything.

..... you're scared.

'Dette, you'd be terrified too if you were about to get fucking executed and kicked into the void forever. Icia spent 5 years there, she tells me. She says it feels like nothing but falling. I don't wanna be falling!!

.... Dunite....

No, don't fucking "Dunite" me, there's NOTHING you can do for me! I'm going to die! I'm going to get beheaded or stabbed or SOMETHING! IM GONNA BE IN THE VOID, ALL ALONE, 'N I WONT HAVE YOU OR AOKI OR ICIA OR SAMMY OR AOKI-

.....

.... I said him twice, didn't I..? *sob* ... why.... whywhywhywhywhy did the cosmos align in such a way....

Dunite, come here...

... 'm sorry. Y'didnt deserve that.

.. well, you don't deserve to be in this situation either... so let's declare it even, hm?

........

.... you miss him. Or both of them.?

.... well yeah, I miss both.... but. He's just...... I miss him in a different way.

..... in a love way?

..... I don't know?! I think?! He's so cute and his smile and he's so sweet and cute and....

.... and I dunno if I'll ever get to see it again. He's an AI, didja know....?

... you fell for an AI?

I DONT KNOW, I THINK SO?! I mean- I fucking HATE AI and you KNOW this! But... he's so nice and acts so human and....

... am I gonna get my heart broken?

..... I.... I do not have an answer, Dunite.

....

....

.... do you know when they're doing it?

.... 8 PM. Tomorrow.

So it gets to be dark outside.... maybe there'll be stars?

No. She is making it bright and sunny.

Oh of fucking COURSE she is. Bet this day is a great JOY to EVERYONE in the kingdom. Flynn's right, no one wants me here... 'xcept you and Sammy.

.....

.... I really wish I went with Icia. Stupid, stupid Dunite....

Hey, please stop hitting yourself- It does you no good.!

What else can I do..? I'm going to die. I can't beat myself up over my stupidity one more time?

Absolutely not.

.......

....

.... when i.... I die, guard all my stuffed animals. Especially the Deedees.

With my life.

.... do you think she'll let me hold the first Deedee? Or the bunny Aoki gave me?

I have high doubts.

Shit...... okay....

..... but...

Wh- how did you get into my room for this?!

.. well apparently the enchanted music book you gifted me once had a spell for phasing through walls, by adjusting my own body's frequency... much less complex than first glance, given.. well... me. Is this the right bunny?

... y-yeah.... 's the bunny Aoki gave me. Hehe.... it still smells like him.

He smells like rain...?

Mhm.

My dear Dunite, you truly do love him... it's a beautiful thing to truly love like that. Even if it is forbidden.

.....

.... do you... do you think they'll be there? Icia and Aoki? She'll make them be there? Because of... them having visited?

......... she may.

.... if that happens, try and make sure they don't see. I... I don't want 'em to watch me die.

I will do my best, Dunite. It's all going to be okay.

..... yeah. It'll be okay. I just wish he was here.

Did he see Slynn hit you?

I hope not.... it broke my wood. I... I think he was weakening me for the execution.

I can see it.... the peridot's chipping out.

Mhm..... I'm sleepy. What... what time did you say again?

8 PM.

.... 'Kay. Thanks Odette....

.....

.... I'll miss you when I'm gone.

.... I-.... I'll miss you too, Dunite. Both Sammy and I will very, very much.

8 PM EST, tomorrow.

We shall await your arrival.

[noodleshark]

HCs for my found family au

under cut because this is LONG

Six is aroace and genderqueer, mono is aspec and trans, RK's pan and nonbinary, Pretty is Bi and cis, and Raine is a trans lesbian

RK, Mono, Six and Raine all have cptsd, Pretty has pstd and also npd

Six and Rk are autistic and Mono and Raine have adhd

okay now some more specific stuff

Six's special interest is music

it keeps a record player, records and a new music box in its room

Mono has amazing puppy dog eyes

Whenever he asks Prett for something, she stares at the wall because of the previous one

Pretty is awful at cooking, she can burn water dont let her in the kitchen

She's an extrovert actually

When she meets someone new she's either mean or very awkward

She does like the others(Six is excluded until they're like 11), she just refuses to admit it

She and Raine were mean to each other when they first met

"Wait, why did you name me "pretty"?" "uh, because thats the opposite of what you are!"

"Pretender" isn't actually Pretty's birth name, but the others don't know that

Her love langue is gift giving and acts of service

Mono's is physical affection and acts of service, RK's is words of affirmation and acts of service, Six's is physical affection, Raine's is quality time and physical affection

Six loves plushies

she also would love weighted blankets

Despite liking physical affection, she's more adverse to it than she used to be

Six is nonverbal, she can hum or scream if she's REALLY scared but she cannot talk

They like to draw

Some of her scars hurt A LOT occasionally, on those days she just stays in bed

The big one on its face will hurt a lot if someone touches it

This isn't THIS au specific but her meltdown in the tower was an autistic one

they'd cut their hair to their chin and keep it that way because they think having long hair makes her look to much like hinata(the lady)

They'd like sharks and dinosaurs

Them, RK and Raine are the trio of bottling everything up

RK is really impatient

He bursts with any emotion he's feeling at random

They can be snarky

He likes hugs but other than that he isnt as physically affectionate as the other protags

Understands the nomes

After like a year of only really being able to eat fish and bread at the maw he likes seafood

Is very petty about being shorter than 2 people who are 2 years younger than him

He likes bugs

Mono would love sanrio if it existed in the nowhere

Mono bites affectionately

He's also not human! He was made by the tower

Unlike Six and RK, he hates bugs

He teases Pretty and Six a lot

Whenever he holds hands with someone, he does that 3 squeeze"i love you" thing

Has dissociation issues

He has a speech inpediment because of the burn scar on his face pulls on his skin too much

When like Raine and Pretty are like 18, they move into like a house boat or something because they can't find any more food around where they use to live

they get a cat when like six and mono are 16

they have a lot of inside jokes

There's more but this is already long as hell so I will come back with more later

[whiskersz]

hi! saw your match ups were open and wanted to send a request if that's ok! im a woman and my pronouns are he/him. i don't have a gender preference or a type. i'd like romantic if that's alright. as far as aesthetic goes, i'm not really sure what to call it. i work as a receptionist so i'm generally just always dressed smart. i'm not really one for dresses, trousers and shirts are my go to. i wear a lot of jewellery though, at least one ring and one bracelet on each hand. i always wear glasses bc i cannot see at all and i've got long reddish hair. as for personality im quite a quiet person. i always help people where i can. i've got a dry sense of humour and have a tendency towards cynicism but at least i'm fun with it. i'm a very organised person. confrontation is not my strong point. i'm not afraid to stand up for myself and others, i've done it before but i will shake the entire time and i wish that was an exaggeration. i know its bad but i love a good gossip, its fun. i've got a few hobbies and interests, i love reading, mainly crime fiction. that ties into my other interest of true crime, i actually have 2 degrees in forensic psychology. i'm a very music oriented person. not only do i listen to it a lot, but i also play piano and sing. i engage in a lot of genres but i've been balls deep in an inescapable musical theatre phase for about a decade. i used to be in a society for it, definitely better at singing and dancing than acting, and i also did a lot of backstage stuff. i was even stage manager in one production (never again). my job and my degrees required me to be quite tech savvy in the sense thay i needed to know how to use a couple data handling softwares which i somehow managed. things i like - books, animals, sunny weather, warm white lights. things i dislike - people that don't have manners, loud overlapping noises, being rained on, insects. i don't have any characters that are a hard no. i hope i've done everything alright, you're such a talented writer and thank you :)

Hello! Yes, you’ve done everything perfectly and provided me a lot of information which I appreciate ;3 also, thank you for calling me a talented writer, I appreciate it a lot :((

Now, prepare to be sssurprised, as I match you with...

Sir Pentious!

Yes, him! Allow me to explain: you said you’re a cynic, a person distrustful of human sincerity. Sir Pentious is the exact demon who would prove you that some people, in this case him, are sincere. He’s a genuine individual, somewhat ingenuous if you will, who likes the simplest of things such as drinking good tea and having friends.  

Described as a wussy fighter by Vivziepop herself, he really needs somebody who will stand up for him and you seem to be the right person for this job, as you’re not afraid of doing so. He actually quite admires your courage, as even he can notice that you’re nervous when you stand up for other people, and yet he wonders how you manage to do it either way. He thanks you profusely each time this happens, and promises to look out for you in return.

Your job and degrees requiring you to be a quite tech savvy person makes me think that you’d somehow end up getting asked for help in some of his inventions; he trusts that you’re somewhat of a quick learner and smart, plus he simply loves to include you in his hobbies just as you include him in yours (more on this later!), so having you around him and the Egg Boiz is quite the pleasure every time.

Despite being a little silly, Pentious can very well be a gentleman, too. You dislike people with no manners? He’s more than willing to hiss at them if you ever come across any. You hate loud noises? He’ll make sure to invent something, anything that could help you with that. Don’t like being rained on? He will remove his jacket to hold it over your head if he has to. And rest assured he will remind Niffty about the gross bugs circulating in the Hotel if she doesn’t clean well enough.

Sir Pentious is not the most courageous demon around, we’re all aware of this. But! For you he will make an exception, and watch all those true crime videos and read the crime fiction you seem to be so passionate about. After all, you join him in his hobbies, so him participating in your is the least he can do. He’s also not afraid of gory situations themselves, so that’s something. He unexpectedly finds himself enjoying the time spent with you, especially reading, and he definitely interrupts you at least once each time to prepare a cup of tea for both him and you, if you enjoy it.

I can also see him being mesmerized by your skills each time you sing or play piano, and he would definitely try to learn how to sing/play along! He comes up with all these silly little tunes, it’s quite endearing on your side actually, and he surely wants to hear the most modern music you can play for him.

Pentious doesn’t really care what his lover is wearing at all, he will compliment you no matter if you’re dressed classy, cute, edgy or if you’re just getting ready to go to work. To him, you’re the most gorgeous person around, and while he’d be a little more on the shy side at first with compliments, he’d definitely go all out once you’ve been in a relationship for a while. He quite enjoys your liking for jewellery, and will remind you how pretty it looks on you whenever you’re putting it on.

 All in all, I feel like you two would be the cutest representation of ‘opposites attract’!

[blujayonthewing]

23, 26, 30, 34 for Felix, Mel and Nyssa! :3

23. how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

felix is soft spoken-- his voice is sort of in the back of my throat, and he's often quiet and a bit muttery-- he tends to speak either a little haltlingly or all in sort of a rush-- much more haltingly if he's stressed. he's a surprisingly excellent singer, but he'd implode if anyone ever caught him singing, lol. melliwyk's a little reedy-- my starting point for her was emily litella, although she's ended up less high-pitched and squeaky than that, haha. she can probably? carry a tune? I don't think she's tone-deaf or anything, but she's not any sort of good singer, and she really doesn't sing ever. nyssa is sweet and breathy, if not airy-- my starting point for her was evanna lynch as luna lovegood. you can hear that she's smiling, and often teetering on the edge of bemused laughter. she's a pretty good singer! it's not her strongest suit musically speaking, but she can carry a tune and has a soft, sweet singing voice.

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

felix's motions are sharp and agile-- on a normal/ casual basis he's sort of fidgety, picks things up and fiddles with them or just wrings his hands if there's nothing else to occupy them, but he's graceful in motion; fighting, for example, or sneaking around. if he's not sneaking around he likes to stroll at a relaxed pace, and generally keeps his hands in his pockets when he's just walking about. melliwyk tends to sort of bustle about, and she gestures a lot-- a lot of broad, fluid, rolling sort of wrist and finger motions, but she's also lowkey expressive with her whole body while she's talking. nyssa is extremely light-footed, nimble and springy-- except when she was disguising herself as a dwarf before she learned disguise self, and had to try to walk in real physical human boots without 1) looking like a cat wearing booties for the first time 2) tripping over her own feet. which she hated! a lot! without the hindrance of shoes, she's shockingly fast when she gets going, for someone with such a relaxed disposition, and she tends to sort of flit about when she's in good spirits. she's also an exceptional dancer!

30. do they smell like anything notable?

felix smells, generally, like pipe tobacco and leather, and wool that's been in the sun and the rain a lot-- and cedar, if he's drawing (he chews on the pencils). he's relatively fastidious about hygiene, so mostly he just smells like his clothes, although sometimes he gets up to Shenanigans that leave him smelling like, you know, garbage or chimney smoke or old potatoes (don't ask). melliwyk usually has a metallic scent about her, and most of her stuff is suffused in years' worth of ritual incense smoke and various magical reagents. sometimes she smells like something was just on fire (because something was just on fire) (it's fine). nyssa has, primarily, the warm, appealing, musky sort of natural smell of a clean person or animal, but she also smells of the flowers in her hair, and other less identifiable sweet and green or earthy kinds of scents tend to hang around her as well. she also often smells like honey, or tobacco, or wine, or unfortunately weed lol-- whatever she's been Up To that might leave a scent on her.

ALSO >:) these are the three I bought a bunch of alkemia samples for, and I got some REALLY good ones!! for Felix I've been really favoring The Highwayman, but Kitten And The Falling Leaves and Dustsceawung are also really good for him in two different directions; there are a bunch of good weird wizardy options for Melliwyk but I LOVE Industrial Sabotage and Sigil, separately but especially together; and Nyssa has always been the hardest for me to pick scents for irl because I can never settle on whether to go sweet or green/earthy or floral or animal, but I've been really enjoying combining Gaea and Electric Fur for her :3

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

felix would laugh a little nervously and just tell you, pleasantly, that he's no one of consequence, there's not really much to say. and then change the subject (please).

melliwyk: "Well, what is there to say? I'm a wizard, a researcher, specializing in transmutation and artificing. I've just recently invented a means of spellcasting using artificing principles, although no one seems terribly interested in that 🙄. [good humoredly, grinning teasingly:] I'm a little bit of a pain in the ass, particularly to the sorts of people who can't appreciate the balance between risk and reward, but I usually know mostly what I'm doing."

nyssa: "I'm a satyr; I have curly hair and green eyes, and there are flowers in my hair; I'm very friendly :) I really just like to have fun; I like to dance, and I like to play music... I love spending time with my friends, and I love meeting new people :) I try to bring joy when I can... I don't always understand things, but I'm trying my best to figure it all out :)'

ask about my OCs :3

[yuulina-vre]

Fear - Chapter seven

Summary: Y/N lives the life she always dreamed about. a job she loves, a fiancé that does everything for her, and a house she dreamed of. There are hiccups on the way, but Y/N's still pretty satisfied with where she stands in life. Though a word can be powerful, especially if it's said to the wrong person. Y/N would never have thought that she ever gets to experience how bad it can turn out. For her and the loved ones around her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: none

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

It feels like an eternity. The whole time Bucky’s gone, I’m fighting my tired eyes and exhausted body. I don’t want to give into the bliss of sleep that tries to lure me in. The fear that holds is now less of what happened but more of what is to come. I know my mind well enough to know that nightmares will follow me into my sleep, making pictures up that are worse than what I would dare to imagine.

My tea is finally empty, and the sun starts to rise, slowly filling the room with a bit of light that doesn’t come from the lamps. The rain is slowly getting less and less, the wind receding to a breeze. Usually, that is the time I would open each and every window close to me to smell the freshness that rainfall brings and let the breeze into the house to bring a bit of fresh air in. but I don’t get up, don’t even move much. I turn a bit to lie on my back, staring at the blank white ceiling. Sam had been right. Everything is where it’s supposed to be; nothing is out of order. A few magazines lay elsewhere, but those were the ones Bucky frequently reads, and the fruit bowl is a bit emptier. But I conclude that this is because I can’t expect Bucky to stop living in our house just because we had a fight, and I was gone for a week. All the small changes I can see are plausible signs of a human being living in this house.

I notice a bit of dust as I turn onto my other side and face the room again. I probably should clean up a bit.

The thought pops into my head, making me snort. How ridiculous is that? Here I lie, after a panic attack and almost frightened to death because something feels really off, and what I think of is cleaning the house. Especially since I’m not a big fan of cleaning up. Unfortunately, Bucky isn't either, so we created a plan to divide housework between us, so we take turns. It entails everything from bringing the trash out, cleaning the house, washing the laundry, changing the sheets to garden work, and cleaning the cars. We quickly learned that both of us like some chores more than others. Bucky loves getting the cars clean and taken care of. That’s not a surprise since he always had a fable for cars, but what did surprise me is that he loves changing the sheets of the beds and taking care of the laundry. He does that while whistling or blaring music through the house. More often than not, I can find him dancing ridiculously around. Sometimes he ducks his head in embarrassment and gets back to work, other times he’s so carefree he pulls me in, and we dance for hours. Housework is totally forgotten.

In exchange, I love cooking and garden work since that relaxes me deeply and takes my mind off patients and cases. Those chores are not divided that evenly. They pop up more on the chart of who loves to take care of them. No one can complain like this, and at times we switch it up. Bucky always complains that we just should leave the ones we like on our charts and divide what we hate. But I always try to tell him that he should cook from time to time, just to make sure he’s not dying or living off fast food when I’m not around. He hates it but agrees.

I wait a few more minutes, hoping Bucky will return any moment. I desperately want to lie down with him, cuddle into his side, and try to sleep while his heartbeat and steady breathing soothe me. But Bucky doesn’t come. A sigh leaves my lips, and I push myself up tiredly, back into a sitting position. I look around, contemplating what I should do. I don’t feel up to going to bed alone, but sitting here isn’t any better. More tea would be good. So, I get off the couch, grab my empty mug, and leave the duvet behind as I walk to the kitchen door. I stop just outside, looking through the slit, but I don’t see anyone. When did Bucky get up and away? Are they somewhere in the house?

I listened for a moment. Nothing. Did they really leave me alone? I would actually call myself a runaway animal and not particularly curious if it wasn't about my patients. But now I can't deny it. I want to know what’s going on.

I open the door and step into the kitchen. It is vacant, so I walk over to the sink and put the mug in there for later, then I venture over to the glass door. It's open, and I know for a fact that it was closed. Bucky and Sam said all doors are shut. Did they go into the garden? While it rains this much? I stop in the frame and peer out into the garden. It’s still drizzling a bit, but solely the sun is making its way through the clouds. The garden is lighted up enough that I can see two man way back by the shed. I squint a little trying to see what they are doing, but I can’t really make anything out. I am about to shout for them when Sam turns around. He stops for a moment before his hand slaps on Bucky’s arm. A bit confused, he looks up, saying something, but all Sam does is nod in my direction, and Bucky’s gaze follows. What's that? Is there something lying? A cat? Nonsense. I shake my head at the thought. What would he want with a cat? Whatever my fiancé’s holding in his hand, he puts it in Sam's hand, and quickly jogs towards me. When he gets closer, I see he’s wearing gardening gloves. “Sweetheart, what are you doing up? I thought you would be asleep.” I only shake my head at his words, still staring at his hands in confusion. “Please, baby, go back inside. Not that you catch a cold. You’re hardly wearing anything.” I look down on myself and blushed. Oh, my God. He is right. The robe has opened slightly, revealing that I wear hardly anything underneath hastily tighten the ribbon again, pulling everything so it covers my half-undressed state. Bucky removes his gloves and throws them on one of the chairs in the conservatory.

Then he turns me around by my shoulders and leads me back into the living room. “Sweetheart, please. You should rest.” He wraps the blanket around my shoulders again, and as he lets go of me again, I quickly grab his wrist. Maybe I grab too tight because my fingers turn nearly white, and Bucky hisses slightly. I can’t tell if it’s because I hurt him or he’s just surprised. “Bucky, what have you found? Why do you have to wear gloves?” I look at him and see his face trying to put on a mask of innocence, though his eyes won't meet mine. “What are you hiding from me?” My voice is soft and confused. Maybe it holds a bit of hurt because his eyes instantly switch to mine.

You don't have to be a genius to see that he’s feverishly searching for an answer. His gaze quickly wanders to the left and focuses on a dirty spot on the kitchen island that does not exist. Slowly he wrings his wrist out of my grip, lifting my hand to press a soft kiss against my palm. “Don’t worry. Just a dead animal. Looks like a raccoon. Sam is so friendly and... disposes of it.” He squeezes me and disappears shortly afterward. I’m still perplexed and look at the door. He lied. It’s not like it never happened before, but suddenly I feel highly offended. The anger of the past week flickers through my mind. Why would he dispose of it right now if it's just one random animal? In the rain? It could’ve waited till the weather is better.

I am feverishly thinking about what to do next. I really should go back to the bedroom. The couch is nice and all, but I won't be able to fall asleep on it anyway. Shaking my head, I get up, clutching the duvet to my body and lifting the bottom so I won’t fall over on the stairs. The whole track up my mind is occupied by the fact that Bucky definitely tries to hide something from me. In our bedroom, I walk over to the open closet and grab a pair of Bucky’s sweatpants and an old shirt of his. Then I shut the door. I just turn around as a thought comes to my mind and lets me face the door again. Was it open when we left?

I stare a second longer, but then I throw the thought overboard. I’m probably just being paranoid. I turn back to our bed, ready to climb in, but then I reconsider. Fine, if you're keeping a secret about what you found, it's got to be something you don't want me to know about. Ergo, it must be something you want to keep from me. What if this isn't the first thing that's happened? Otherwise, you'd have come home alone, like always. There's nothing scary about a dead animal. Besides, that feeling doesn't come from a dead animal. Something alive was here.

I decide to swallow my fear and go to his study. If he’s hiding something, I will likely find something in there. I found out years ago that Bucky was writing a digital diary. But he doesn't know that, and I’m not going to tell him. However, a big chunk of my brain shouts at me not to do that. It’s a major act of distrust, and I don’t really want to be that kind of person that snoops around in the highly personal stuff of their lover. And it’s probably difficult to explain what I have been doing at his computer anyway, though it’s more of a shared office. With a highly guilty conscious, I leave our bedroom and walk a few feet to our office door. I quickly slip inside and walk to Bucky’s desk but accidentally knock over his trash can. It falls, and its contents fly onto the floor, some paper balls rolling around. I roll my eyes with a groan. Bucky always crumbles his papers into small balls. Sometimes out of boredom, so he can try and throw it through the room, hitting several targets, he thought about before, and sometimes just because he’s frustrated. I actually have a small basketball basket hidden under the bed that I want to gift him. He can mount it to the wall opposite his desk and put the trashcan under it. Maybe I don’t have to clean up so much then. I lean down to quickly pick them up, but then my gaze catches something else. What's that?

I stand back up and walk over to the light switch. The room’s still pretty dark so I can’t really see anything. The small room lights up, so I turn back onto the floor to the spot that caught my attention. But what I see is not what I expected. A scream leaves me.

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@cjand10

[anactualfuckingnerd]

I'm entirely unfamiliar with your OCs. If you could introduce them and the setting they're in, though, I'll for sure read it! Tomorrow, though. I stayed up way too late being ultimately unsuccessful in a video game because of the poor choices part of my brain (which is the entire darn brain)

ough i am so so sorry for only getting to this now, i kept blanking whenever i tried to write but ive been having so much brainrot abt this oc all day that i need to talk abt her

This is Rose!!

(There's two picrews bc picrew is inherently very limited but I tried my best. Her facial structure and hairstyle in the second pic is more accurate, while the first pic has the right skin tone and actually shows off her personality a little.)

She's 21, 4'10, and infected with a demonic parasite that gives her super speed. I haven't really decided on the details of her backstory, but she was basically just constructed by some sort of godly force to use as a host, and then plopped onto Earth. Which happens to be a post-apocalyptic wasteland lmao

Humanity has been reduced to just about 100 small gangs, all of which are constantly scavenging, surviving, and fighting for territory. Rose happens to be part of a group called Target Practice (bc they suck really fucking bad). There's a lot more to the world than that but that's all the context you need for Rose.

She's very loud, bubbly, excitable, cocky, and comically stupid. She either has no awareness or just doesn't care about how other people percieve her; all that matters is that she and her close friends are having fun. This means she takes any opportunity she can to crack a joke because of that, no matter how stupid or crude it is. It's the epitome of "pinhead dipshit"

As for likes/dislikes/hobbies, she's a huge fan of pop and rock music and loves to sing whenever she has free time. She also likes exercising a lot, especially since the parasite provides her with a shit ton of stamina so she doesn't really get tired from running around. To top it off, she's a huge gun nut and loves to collect/shoot/nerd out about guns. No I'm not projecting at all shut up

It can get super fucking hot in the wasteland sometimes and she never gets used to it, much to the chagrin of everyone else. Rose gets really whiny and annoying about it, and she's basically bound to her room until the heat wave passes, which she also hates because she's hyper and energetic and NEEDS to move. This also happens with rain, but it's much easier since she doesn't get sweaty and the sound of rain is relaxing to her. (There's no nuclear winter btw)

That's about it for now! I'm probably forgetting a shit ton and I'm intentionally leaving out the worldbuilding because this post is just supposed to be about her, but if you have any questions at all, don't be afraid to ask. please 🥺

[fang-and-feather]

Healing

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: Mature

Characters: Leonardo da Vinci, Comte de Saint-Germain, Original Female Character, Original Male Character

Polycule: OMC/Leonardo/Comte/OFC (a kind of complex quad where only the OCs are not dating each other); Individual Relationships: Main - Leonardo/OFC, Leonardo/OMC, OFC & OMC; Minor - Comte/OFC with mentions of Leonardo/Comte and Comte/OMC

Word Count: 4,105

Prompt(s): Accident, for PolyamShipping Day from @polyamships

Summary: Leonardo struggles with his relationships in the aftermath of a terrible accident, that left his girlfriend struggling to recover and his human boyfriend now turned into a vampire. Lucky Amy is there to support both her boyfriend and her brother so they can heal, but why does she claim what Leonardo considers the worst turn of events was the only way for everyone to be happy?

I was planning to write this for Multiamory March, but decided the idea fit this prompt well.

Surprising that I finished this with antecedence for a fandom I am still learning about...

Leonardo had always loved spending time with his girlfriend but, in the last two weeks, that time had become both awkward and healing.

Awkward because he was aware he’d been avoiding her on other days. She and her brother, who was also his lover, had gotten into a nasty accident and now Leonardo had an even more intense desire to protect her, to the point he didn’t want her to leave the house and, sometimes even not to leave his side. But he knew she hated to feel limited or trapped, so he had taken to keep it to himself by being away from her as often as he could.

Leonardo would still worry, but he trusted that Comte, as her other lover, would do a better job of protecting her without angering the young woman (he was probably even more overprotective, but at least managed to be subtle about it).

Amy had been pretending she was fine, but couldn’t hide from everyone the fact she was still having dizzy spells and heavy headaches. That didn’t keep her from going out alone and trying to help, not only around the house but also the kids who had been in the accident, too.

It was healing because, in these rainy days, Leonardo couldn’t escape his girlfriend’s presence and, having her by his side, kept him from reliving the moment he was summoned to see them right after the accident, that had been haunting him both when he was awake and asleep.

At the moment she had found him in the library, picked a couple of books, looked at her watch and said she had a few minutes, so she sat by his side and was reading quietly, except for the soft humming.

That’s how all of their moments since the accident had been spent, in that almost silence, broken only by the sound of the rain and her soothing music. Amy knew he’d been avoiding her, but she didn’t confront him, or try to comfort him, just sat there, singing or humming, focused on her own things. And he knew it was very comforting for her too, because Amy was otherwise very anxious on rainy days.

These moments almost made Leonardo feel like everything would be alright, if only for a moment.

And maybe it would be, but he had been afraid to find out. Because he was avoiding Amy, yes, but that was nothing compared to how he’d been avoiding Gale.

Leonardo couldn’t bear to watch the young man’s transition, afraid of the moment he would fail to adapt, or that he would regret it. In the aftermath of the accident, the only choice left had been turning him into a vampire or losing him completely, but Leonardo didn’t like either option, he wasn’t ready for either, and, from his point of view, neither was Gale himself.

After that, he had distanced himself from Comte, too. It wasn’t because he blamed the man for saving their younger lover. Maybe because he resented the fact that the other pureblood could make that choice and act on it so easily. Or it was because Leonardo trusted him to care for Gale in his absence. Maybe even because, with the distance he’d put between himself and the twins, Leonardo thought his relationship with the older vampire wouldn’t survive either, since they never got together before the other two came into their lives, despite how everyone thought it was obvious they should have.

Amy’s weight shifted against him, and her song wavered. Leonardo looked down and found her pretty unfocused. Either deep in thought or almost asleep.

“You look tired, cara mia.” Leonardo ran a hand through his girlfriend’s hair and her song wavered again at the contact.

“It’s been a complicated month.”

He had expected it to be about the accident, but the whole month? He didn’t remember anything extraordinary happening for that long, except that Amy and Gale had been volunteering to watch some kids.

“Was it the kids?”

Amy shook her head.

“A lot more things have been happening besides what we told you. I’m sorry. Maybe if I had, things would have happened a little different, although I did my best for them to.”

“What do you mean by different? Could you have prevented Gale from...” He couldn’t finish, neither needed to.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Amy closed the book and looked up at him. “I know you won’t like me saying it, but I think this was the best thing for Gale after the month he had. Could have avoided all the trauma of the accident, though.”

She was right. He didn’t like it. How could she say that curse was the best thing for her brother? If it wasn’t just the accident, what had happened of so horrifying for this to be their preferred fate?

“Why? What are you hiding?”

“I remembered about the other accident that caused my scar. I was trying to save Gale from doing something stupid. He has tried worse things in the past and almost died once. I was the one who almost died on the other. Whoever erased our memories from that saved him, but then he remembered.” She swallowed hard, her eyes misty and hands trembling. “But it’s not on me to talk about it, Leo. I didn’t want to have to hide it, but Gale didn’t want to worry you, and I was confident I could find a solution. But maybe the accident just rushed the inevitable. And all I care about now is that Gale is safe and sane. At least I know he’ll be fine.”

It was like Amy not to say things directly, not to look like she was forcing people to do what she wanted them to, but her message was clear. Talk to him, and remember what is really important.

Not that he understood what she was talking about Gale, but he’d been aware whatever things she forgot about her past were not pleasant ones, considering the black claw-like marks on her back. But then, shouldn’t she be the one suffering the most? What would Gale be searching for to cause her such marks?

But he didn’t ask. He knew she wouldn’t answer, anyway.

“Just talk to him.” Amy continued, in a rare pleading tone, confirming that was exactly what she wanted. “I know it’s hard, and I won’t hold it against you if you decide to stay just with me, or if you want to go somewhere far away and forget all of this, but you should at least talk to him one more time."

Amy was in silence for a moment longer and, then Leonardo noticed she suddenly change from a pained expression to a small smirk, but he didn’t need to ask why as the door opened right after.

Gale stood there for a moment, eyes flitting from place to place but avoiding looking at them while he spoke.

“Sorry. Amy was taking a little too long to return, and I was worried.”

“Gale!” Amy practically jumped up. “I didn’t even leave the mansion. What were you so worried about? I told you I would take a while, but if it was too long, I’m really sorry that I got sidetracked.”

“I know you’re not fully recovered, and you have the habit of not asking for help when you need it. Of course I worry about you, 'sis.” Gale gave her a small smile.

“My brother, my boyfriends… all three of you worry too much.” Amy pouted theatrically. “Is it a male thing? Because I don’t see the girls hounding me up that much.”

“Maybe because they always had the habit of asking me to.” Gale chuckled. “They knew I was the one you listened to the most.”

That cleared a little of the tension in the air as the siblings laughed. Leonardo also stood up, watching both his lovers with affection. It was just an everyday scene, as if nothing had changed. But for how long?

Amy pulled him closer for a brief kiss before she walked away, ruffling Gale’s hair on the way out.

“I think we can continue what we were doing some other time, Gale. This little delay completely messed up my schedule.” She told her brother before closing the door.

“Sometimes I don’t know if she sets things up on purpose, or if she is just lucky that things go her way.” Gale laughed, staring at the closed door.

“With Amy, both are possible, but this time I think she really set us up.”

Even Leonardo laughed a little. He was still afraid of the future but, at the moment, genuinely happy to see Gale acting so normal and cheerful and to confirm it was genuine and not an act to pretend he was fine.

“Yeah. She is that nosy, but I know it’s because she cares about us.” Gale turned to him and his smile faltered. “Is it okay if we talk? I can go away if you don’t want to.”

Leonardo sighed. He wasn’t really ready to face what had happened, but how could he say no to his boyfriend like this? Especially when he had nowhere to run from his sister afterward.

Although Amy said she would be okay if he decided to leave, that wouldn’t be without a fight. Not an outright argument, but one of her tricks to get what she wanted. She was good at that.

“If you’re going to apologize, then you shouldn’t. You were victim of a terrible accident and weren’t prepared to die and leave us but...”

“That’s not why I did it.” Gale’s voice was no more than a whisper. “Yes, I wasn’t prepared to die so young, and I have two lovers and four sisters I didn’t want to burden with my death, but I had made that decision long before the accident. I wasn’t hoping that something happened to me but, if it did, I knew what my choice would be for over a month. You’re the only reason why I held back from asking for it, risk of death or not. And I want to apologize because I knew that’s not what you wanted for me. For us. But I chose this anyway and for a selfish reason that had nothing to do with fear or love. So, I’m sorry.”

“Then why?” Amy had suggested as much, but Leonardo couldn’t believe he was hearing it from Gale himself. “What could possibly make you want to bring such a curse upon yourself?”

“Because this last month was a torment and I couldn’t take it for much longer. Amy and I recovered memories from our childhood that I didn’t even know we lost and with them, powers we didn’t know we had. That’s why Amy was sick for about a week back then.”

“What about you? Was that why you went out so frequently?”

“Kind of. My symptoms were milder than hers at first. Headache, some light-headedness… But hers went away fast, because she was simply overwhelmed by them. Mine, unlike Amy’s, caused these symptoms when I was a child too, whenever my powers spiked. People thought I was weird when I spaced out, or thought I was ill when the symptoms hit hard and I was constantly sent to doctors, only for them to prove there was nothing wrong with me. Well, there was, but nothing they could find out or cure. While Amy recovered, my symptoms grew worse, these bursts of powers more frequent.”

“Why would you hide that?”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” Gale sounded determined but looked hesitant and didn’t dare look Leonardo in the eyes. “My powers were suppressed once, and I thought it could be done again. That’s what Amy and I were going out so often to do. Then she reminded me that, to do it, we would need to erase these memories again, but, this time, it included my memories of you and Abel.” Gale sighed and closed his eyes. “I couldn’t do that, but I needed a solution… My only other option was waiting and praying they would go away on their own. Most people’s do, but in their teenage years so I didn’t have much hope they would disappear now. The accident was just my excuse to make a choice I was holding back from.” He finally looked up, eyes wavering a little. “So I’m sorry, and I’ll understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I kept hiding things from you and then made a selfish decision that I knew you were against.”

Leonardo finally approached Gale and put a hand on top of his boyfriend’s head, making the young man look up.

“If it was for your health, it wasn’t selfish, although I would rather you found a less dangerous solution.”

“It wasn’t just my health.” Gale looked away again, but made no mention of escaping Leonardo’s touch. “Part of me was just tired of feeling strange, like I wasn’t completely one thing or another.”

“What were you, then?"

“They call people like that Peculiars. We have some reactionary abilities but are basically humans. Not normal enough for common humans, though, and can’t control these abilities to be considered Magis. I always felt broken. Worst yet, for some of us, these powers are stronger than a human can bear and cause a variety of symptoms. I tried to get more power once, tried to become something less painful and more complete, too. Almost killed myself and Amy both times. She forgave me easily, but, then and now, I know these decisions were stupid and selfish.”

Leonardo was surprised that, in all his years, he had never heard of such a thing. He knew vampires were not the only creatures out there and that some humans had powers, but something in between was new to him.

“Wasn’t there other way?”

“Leo, I’m really fine. The only thing is that I have been feeding only of Blanc for now, but Abel said that, as long as I’m feeling properly nourished, it won’t be a problem. Amy and I even went back to M.Y.T.H. yesterday to help with the children. I’m learning, but there isn’t much you have to worry about.”

“Except when time starts pilling up and you get tired of just living on and start regretting your choice.”

“I’ll have you, won’t I?” Gale stepped closer, enough that the slightest movement would cause their bodies to brush. “Because I won’t let you say I don’t. If I have to prove to you that I am fine and will be fine every moment for the rest of my life, then so be it. Plus, the only way to get rid of me is leaving this place, but you have Amy and Abel in here, and I won’t let you leave them because of me. If you try, I’ll hunt you and drag you back and you can bet on it.” Gale pulled back only enough to look him in the eyes with a determined look and arms crossed.

Leonardo could only laugh at the cute aggressiveness of his young boyfriend. But he knew Gale was dead serious, even though he didn’t look one bit threatening.

The little difference between Gale and Amy was that the woman was more subtle, even sneaky about things, but they were equally strong and determined.

Although he still didn’t think Gale’s decision was the best one, knowing his boyfriend’s reasons made it easier to accept than thinking he would do this for his sake.

“I know better than to bet against you.” Leonardo sighed and pulled the young man into his arms. “But no more pretending you’re fine when you’re not, okay? I know how to make Amy tell me if you do.”

He expected Gale to laugh and make some joke about how his sister would keep his secret, or smile and actually promise him, while demanding something back, but all Leonardo got from the man in his arms was silence. Then Gale took a deep breath and his body trembled, before abruptly pulling away and turning around. Leonardo thought he caught a glimpse of red in Gale’s cheeks.

“Sorry. I should go and… make sure Amy is fine.”

An excuse. Leonardo noticed Gale’s hands clenching and unclenching and the tense muscles on the rest of his body and understood what was going on.

With a sigh and a weary smile, Leonardo stopped his boyfriend from leaving, pulling him back.

Face to face, he could see the hunger in Gale’s eyes, but also the hesitation, cheeks indeed scarlet as he did his best to look away.

“Hungry?” Leonardo asked teasingly.

“No… It is… different.”

“I’ve told you before, vampires’ thirst is especially strong for a loved one’s blood. Haven’t you and Comte…”

“No. I have felt like this, but I have been avoiding it. Tried to control myself. Although I wasn’t sure what was going on since he was the only one… and now you. If that’s the reason… would you mind? It’s fine if you don’t want me to.”

Leonardo caressed his boyfriend’s cheek and tipped his head up to look him in the eyes.

“I wouldn’t have stopped you if I minded. But we better take this somewhere more private, don’t you think?”

Gale only briefly nodded before turning away and pulling him by the hand to leave the library. Leonardo chuckled and let himself be guided back to his own room.

Amy had probably done something, because not only had no one entered the library while they talked, but they didn’t find anyone on the way either.

When the door was closed behind them, Leonardo also gave up all pretenses and pulled his boyfriend into a hungry kiss, all the while guiding him to the bed. He sat down and pulled Gale to straddle his lap.

“This is exactly how I feel most of the time in your presence. You learn to ignore it a little, but I always desire my lovers when they’re with me. But I never thought I could indulge in you and, right now, I won’t yet.” Each sentence was finished with a kiss deeper than the former until both of them were breathless.

“Why?”

“Because, right now, I only want to take care of you. Maybe next time.”

Gale looked at him so intensely now, eyes dark with desire. Trembling hands reached to get the collar of his clothes out of the way and, when they were done, one held onto his shoulder for purchase, the other tangled into his hair, tipping his head to the side for better access.

Warm lips traced a path down his neck with small kisses and occasional licks, followed by a few small nibbles, fangs almost scraping his skin. There was both eagerness and hesitation in these touches.

Leonardo only held Gale close, one hand on his waist, the other on the bed for stability, that one curling around the sheets, both in anticipation and in an attempt to control his own desire to bite the young man in his lap.

“May I?” Gale finally asked in a husky tone.

Leonardo shivered at the puff of breath that ghosted his wet skin.

“Go ahead.”

Gale didn’t need to be told twice before Leonardo felt the fangs pierce his skin. He’d done so with Abel enough times that he barely felt the pain - that was already small, to begin with - and was already bracing himself for the worst impact, the wave of pleasure that crashed over him, together with the hunger increasing from the scent of blood.

A groan escaped his lips and his grip on Gale’s waist tightened as the young man sucked and lapped at the wound.

For vampires, sharing their life essence with one another in such a manner was a special offering of love. It was also a promise of your life to your partner.

Gale finally pulled back, licking the remainder of red from his lips like a kid enjoying a candy. Hunger was replaced with a look of pure bliss.

“I love how you taste.” Gale muttered, almost looking in a trance.

Instead of saying anything, Leonardo pulled him for another kiss, enjoying the lingering taste of his own blood in his boyfriend’s mouth.

Still feeling the pleasure brought forth by the bite, he wanted nothing more than to push Gale down on the bed and have his fill of him, in more ways than one. But he meant it when he said he wouldn’t bite Gale yet. As for other things, he knew his boyfriend would complain about how it was too early in the afternoon to get away with it without having to face a lot of annoying teasing from everyone later.

To his surprise, Gale didn’t seem to mind. One kiss led to another and the young man’s weight leaned into him in an attempt to push him down himself.

“Are you still hungry?” Leonardo chuckled, hand rubbing Gale’s back.

“The kind of hunger you have always given me.” Gale was blushing again, but his eyes were now shining with lust. “And I know you want me too. I know what a bite like this does to the victim, and I can feel you.” Their bodies ground together and Leonardo bit his lip to stifle a moan. “It is a little early for this but… If you won’t take my blood, then I’ll have to reward you in another way. For staying.” Gale kissed him. “And for sharing yourself with me.” Another kiss.

Leonardo finally lost it, scooping his boyfriend up, only to drop him on the bed, taking control of the kiss.

“Whenever you want me.” Leonardo smiled, before kissing the boy again. “I’ll make sure you never regret being with me.”

“Never. I love you too much for that.” Gale whispered back, followed by a low moan when Leonardo started peppering his neck with kisses.

“I love you too.”

And he would show it at every given opportunity, for as long as they had each other.

Comte hadn’t seen any of his lovers all day.

One would imagine that, with three of them living in the same house on a rainy day, that would never happen.

Considering one of them was a newly turned vampire and the other two were still suffering from the accident that happened two weeks before - one from physical, the other from emotional damage - he worried even more when they disappeared like that.

Neither Amy nor Gale were in their rooms, so he checked the library, where they often hung out to find no one there either. None of them were in the dining room or kitchen either, and none of the other residents he passed by knew more than having briefly seen Amy minutes before, so Comte’s next stop was Leonardo’s room.

Before he could knock, though, he could acutely hear the familiar, sensual groan from inside.

It would seem Leonardo was busy keeping Amy distracted from her anxiety. He would give them some privacy and find Gale.

But when he turned to leave, Amy was coming from the other side. Which meant the only one who could be with Leonardo was Gale.

Comte looked at his girlfriend in surprise, and she beamed.

“Did them…”

“I hope so.” She interrupted, looking at the door. “Things happened a little too perfectly for them to ruin it.” Turning her attention back to him, Amy casually latched onto his arm. “I just want the people I love happy.”

“With you taking care of them, they’ll be, ma chéri.”

And they would. She was wonderful at fixing people. Even if she had failed this time, he had no doubt she would find another way.

“No. Not only me. You tried to talk with Leonardo and especially took care of Gale after the accident.”

“I would do everything for my lovers, but you were the most successful this time. Shall I reward you?”

He kissed her forehead, and Amy giggled. An unusual reaction of the combination of happiness and anxiety.

“Well, it’s raining and my other boyfriend is busy. I don’t need a reward, but you surely can entertain me, can’t you, my love?”

Amy said, all that while blushing fiercely. She was so adorable when she was flustered.

In fact, he always found her adorable, but there was something especial about seeing her like that.

“Anything for my lovers means you too.” Comte kissed her.

No matter what difficulties they faced. The four of them would go through it with each other’s support and love.

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Eddie Munson ✨ Twilight Vampire ✨

Ever look at Eddie and wonder 'What if Carlisle Cullen found him? How would he be doing in the 2000s as a veggie vamp?'

Well, even if you haven't, I have. And now I'm writing these so I can remember to add them to my Wattpad fanfic later on. These are specific to my story and my OC's pronouns/living situation + her relationship with Eddie.

Feel free to use some of these ideas, but please don't post this anywhere else. This is my own hard work

So, first of all, he would totally still smoke weed. Like literally tons of it. Carlisle and the others would hate it because of the smell, but they gave up on getting him to quit after 10 years.

He most definitely kept the hair from the 80s. After he turned, his hair was the one thing he had full control over. Not even Alice could get him to change it.

Would dance in the rain with his mate.

He rips his pants at least once a week just doing dumb shit, like attempting karate kicks and jumping down from trees.

He was destroyed when his van finally took its last ride in the 90's. It hadn't been very old at all, but some things are beyond repair. So he allowed Carlisle to buy him a new one.

That van became his baby.

Despite not needing to have a job, he works at a bar on the edge of Forks. He saves the money so he can eventually paint a sick mural on the side of it.

When hunting, he'll use the five second rule, even though its unnecessary.

"Ooh! Five second rule!" "You realize that mountain lion has been outside its whole life? Its been on the ground before." "Shut up."

He didn't care much for physical touch when he was human, he dislikes it more as a vampire.

On the other hand, he doesn't know what personal space is either.

He always sits as close to his mate as humanly possible. The others find it irritating, but his firey mate thinks its adorable.

She thinks alot of things about him are adorable, and there's a constant argument: "Awww you're so adorable, Ed's." "I'm not adorable... I'm a man."

When his mate tells a funny joke, he almost always falls out of his chair in an exaggerated fashion.

He bought a goldfish in Port Angeles because his mate told him she wanted one when she was younger.

She named it Frito.

He's an absolute menace at red lights. Windows down and music all the way up. Most likely headbanging while his fingers drummed on the steering wheel.

He let's his mate paint his fingernails black.

He also let's her draw on his arms whenever she's anxious.

He took up writing as a stress relief. Sometimes he erases something so hard it tears the paper in half.

He's not big into sports, so while Bella and the others were at baseball, Eddie was in his mates room, watching 'Mean Girls' because that's what she wanted to do.

Both of them were shocked when Bella got home and she was yelling.

Eddie and his mate stayed in Forks.

He hates dressing too flashy, but he'd willingly do it for his girls senior prom. He didn't get to go to his own in his 3rd round of senior year, but he accepted her offer to go.

Even though he hates it when people stare at him.

He teaches her how to play guitar, using a second-hand one from a music store not too far from the bar. It was her nineteenth birthday present and she loved it.

His mate developed a love for playing, very similar to the one he had when he was a teenager.

She surprises him by playing covers of their favorite songs at the bar on Friday nights. She did it just to spend more time with him.

It takes about a year for him to open up to her about the events that led up to the week of his death.

His mate listens quietly, knowing it took a lot to reveal a traumatic event.

Nobody's allowed to touch his hair, except her.

While Ed 1 won't have premarital seggs, Ed 2 and his mate go at it constantly.

Literally, all the damn time.

That kinky bastard.

When she's at work, Eddie stops at the diner to pick up her favorites before walking all the way down the street to the auto repair shop.

He always greets her with a kiss and the bag of food.

They sit and talk on her lunch break.

Bear hugs at random.

He almost died again the first time she wore his hellfire shirt to the bar. He hadn't seen it in a while, but decided it looked good on her.

His wallet carries a picture of them that Alice took when neither of them were paying attention.

He always looks at her as if it was the first time he ever laid eyes on her.

This man-child vampire, loves aquariums.

He always slaps her ass when she walks by.

Pulls her in by the belt loops.

His hand always finds its way to her back pocket whenever they're out together.

Whenever he stays the night during the summer, he insists on tying her shoes before she goes to work.

He takes pinky promises as seriously as one would take an unbreakable vow. He would rather die again than break a pinkie promise.

He doesn't need to sleep, but he pretends to.

Never telling anyone his middle name, so his mate guesses.

"Edward Cornelius Munson?" "Absolutely not, are you even trying?"

She eventually guessed the right middle name after a week. "Edward James Munson?" His silence was enough of an answer.

He hates being called Edward, which only makes her do it more.

Refuses to tell anyone his birthday because it was never celebrated.

Its August 13th.

He's a man... who loves forehead kisses.

MATCHING GUITAR PICK NECKLACES.

When the other Cullen's left, Eddie stayed. He refused to leave his girl the way Ed 1 did.

He doesn't like kids that much, but he's good with them.

A kid waved at him at the aquarium and he casually mentioned how he'd love to maybe adopt a kid or six one day.

"I saw this and thought of you."

Then he hands her a flower 🌼🥺

It was always a different one.

He always tells her how beautiful she looks, even when she's just woken up with unbrushed hair.

He verbally fights with the shifters a lot because the ones that hadn't imprinted were interested in his girl.

They all knew she'd choose Eddie over them. Not because she wanted immortality or because she was scared to die. But because she truly loved him.

He realizes he wants to marry her one night while she's sleeping peacefully.

He wouldn't turn her until she was ready. However long that could be.

He wanted to propose in a meaningful way, but a vampire army put a kink in his plans.

He hates the thought of her being in any danger, so he does the most reasonable thing and doesn't let her leave his side unless its to use the bathroom.

Attempts to teach her DnD after a long day of battle training.

Turns into anything except learning how to play.

After almost losing her, he remembers human lives are short, so he proposes one night before she goes to bed.

She obviously says yes.

They decide to wait a bit before they get married, since Bella's wedding was coming up fast.

The coming months were very busy, so there wasn't much time to plan a wedding.

Finally, in January of 2007 they could begin planning.

Married in October of 2007.

Had their own Renesmee situation with twin boys.

She was turned not long after the birth of their two sons.

Adopted a little girl in February of 2008.

Moved to Alaska.

Lived happily ever after with their three kids.

If this gains any interest, I'll place the fanfic here when its finished!

—A. Barnes / Qu1cks1lversb1tch