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sirhyst · 6 months ago

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Call of Duty OC: Reghan Satrinava-Idrissu

Early Life Questions:

ALL CREDITS GO TO @justafewocprompts FOR THE QUESTIONS LIST

Note: fuck it, I will fist fight Soap Mactavish for my oc's hand in marriage. ♡☆°・In all seriousness, this one is going to be lengthy but it gives insight to Reghan's upbringing. That being said, I only answered 6 of the questions in the original list.

CW: mentions of racism

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Was your character raised by one of these parents? One or both of them

Reghan was raised by both his parents. Unlike most soldiers, he had and still has a very healthy relationship with his family members. Her teammates even joke about her having the ideal family. She is one of many soldiers who most assumed had a poor relationship with their parents.

Siblings?

Reghan is the second of five children. His oldest sister, Somatra, age 40, is a Major for the British army. Among all his siblings, Reghan was always the closest to Somatra despite their 16 year age gap.

Next in the family line is his sister, Cardamom. She works for the British army as a gunsmith. While she specialises in building and repairing firearms, she has a lot of experience with repairing military vehicles.

His third oldest sibling is Basil. Basil and Cardamom are twins, though they look nothing alike. Much to their parents' surprise, Basil and Reghan share more similar traits than they do with Cardamom despite the twins being born nearly 4 years prior. Basil serves in the army, working as a Medic since they were 19.

Priya, age 19, is Reghan’s youngest sister. Unlike her siblings, she decided to build a career in the Railway industry at the age of 17. Before she was born, Reghan wasn’t too fond of the idea of having a younger sibling as he liked being the youngest, but eventually warmed up to Priya as she got a little older.

Where do they live?

Reghan was born in Holyhead, Wales, but lived in Llanfairynghornwy. Being in a very small town and the only family of colour, Reghan and his siblings dealt with many racial related issues. The Satrinava-Idrissu family did get along well with a nearby farmer. Reghan often visited the farmer and his wife since they allowed him to sit with the baby animals as it soothed him. Reghan had spent a lot of time there growing up and developed Welsh as his first language, unlike his other siblings.

By the time Reghan had turned 6, his family decided that it was better to move to Scotland. By now, it was only his parents, and 4 of his siblings, as Somatra had joined the military.

For the first years of their arrival, they lived in Wick, Scotland. Racism wasn’t as big of a problem as it was in Wales, but there was the occasional spat. Just like in Llanfairynghornwy, Reghan spent time with the neighbouring farmers. It’s worth noting that she has auditory processing issues, and had trouble understanding the accent, but eventually learned to decipher it, and pick up a lot of the Scottish (Gaelic) language and phrases.

After a few years, the family moved to Glasgow. Reghan’s cousin Salem moved in with them to get away from her parents. Reghan was 9 at this time, and immediately started attending a nearby school which was where he met Johnny “Soap” MacTavish who was 2 years ahead of him.

Does something else happen that changes everything for him or her?

Reghan’s parents did not raise him to fit into societal standards of gender, especially since she was Intersex even if she appeared more like a boy.

Upon starting primary school, Reghan soon learned what was expected of him based on how others perceived him as a child. It was overwhelming for him. He went from being able to wear anything and play with anything, to being under scrutiny by his classmates if he even picked up a doll.

Friends?

His first friend was Johnny MacTavish. They were very different from each other. Reghan was introverted and quiet, Johnny was extroverted and hyperactive.

Both had difficulty making friends, but when Johnny saw Reghan sitting by himself watching the houses being built across from the playground, he quite literally told him they were going to be friends.

Johnny was more into sports than Reghan was, but Reghan was more than happy to kick the soccer ball so Johnny could catch it. And when Reghan wanted too, Johnny was more than happy to sit with him and watch the houses being built.

Johnny spent a lot of time at Reghan’s house as he had trouble at home with his parents, and they also didn’t like Reghan. He made a habit of sneaking into Reghan’s room through the window despite Reghan’s parents going as far as giving him a spare key to the house.

When Johnny joined the military at 18, Reghan made it his life goal to go as soon as he graduated secondary school so they could be together.

Love Interests?

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, naturally. They never actually addressed what was obviously them being in love with each other, but it was an unspoken thing for everyone around them. They are well aware that they could both be discharged from the military for being romantic but they make no effort to hide it.

When the Task Force members (Price, Gaz, Ghost and Johnny) were being held up, Reghan shot through an entire building to save Soap (and the others, but his main goal was to protect his pookie-bear). Reghan has no problem getting blood all over him for him and vice versa. She would quite literally let the world burn for Soap.

#john soap mactavish #cod oc: reghan satrinava #cod #call of duty original character #call of duty #cod oc #cod x oc #soap x oc #cod soap #simon ghost riley #john price #gaz cod #call of duty x oc #oc questions #oc development

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alyssalenko · 10 months ago

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when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers ♡

Hmmm this is a toughie, but I need the positivity so let's see.

My calves. They are glorious and the most shapely part of me

My sense of humor--it may be a little dark and/or lewd but it's mine and I won't change

My fingernails. they grow so long and are so strong. When I was Danny Phantom for Halloween they were really long (longer than I usually let them get) and painted neon green for his ghost powers whenever I took off my gloves and a little girl tried to convince me they were fake

The fact that I don't remember my dreams for the most part. So even if I have a bad one all I have to do is shake off the feeling it left me with on waking to go back to sleep instead of still seeing it behind my eyes

the springy curls of my hair. when they cooperate they can be so cute

Instead of asks, I'm going to make this a fun tag game! I'm sending the positivity right back at you @illusivesoul as well as @starsandskies @hunnybadgerv @bardofheartdive @charlatron @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth @minilev @briarfox13 @commander-krios and @kittynomsdeplume if you guys want to play, but needn't feel obligated!

#ask me anything #my tags #just catching up #from the desk of alyssalenko #alyssalenko original #positivity

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benniefranky · 1 year ago

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about me ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

୨⎯ ben ⎯୧

aka

siren, reina, erissa, madelyn, arlette, kiara, isobel, valérie, violette, ariana, mars, nimue, nadine, salem

↳ ❝ [23. 18+ moots please] ❞

shifted many times. i have lived to see 54 so far.

he/they for everyone. she if we’re friends.

don’t use she without asking.

: ̗̀➛ indicator cards: knight of cups and the moon

'*•.¸♡main drs♡¸.•*'

vampire academy

baseketball

gendonelune

winx club

voice actor

south park

rise of the pink ladies

nepo baby travels the world

cyberpunk 2077

miraculous

WHEEEEE that’s it i think! i answer questions a lot on the clock app

i do also have like 300 drs my Bad

dni if ur a piece of shit! thank you!!!!!!!

#shiftblr #shifting

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sasa-writes-fandom-things · 1 year ago

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SCARY LOVE - Chapter Two

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!Reader

Warnings: mention of emotions, fluff at the end

Word count: 3.6k (18 minutes reading time)

a/n: I am back! Ugh I missed writing so much but work got the better of me. But now that I have some days off I couldn’t wait to write this. ♡

Synopsis: You managed to save your savior. And things progress with your neighbor, but a shared secret bears always risks.

Previously on Scary Love:

“Don’t die, please. Oh goddess, please don’t let him die!” You pleaded into the dark sky. With his last breath you send out a desperate prayer to any deity that would listen.

Please don’t let him die. Take me instead.

Hot white light blinded you and for a second, you thought that the thug had got you too. But after your eyes adjusted to the brightness and the light faded, a familiar figure greeted you in the emptiness.

“Sister?”

Disbelieve mixed with uncertainty dwelled inside of you. In front of you stood a tall woman dressed in a white robe with a hood over her hair. You squinted to get a better look at the woman’s face, your sight were still a bit blurry from the flash. Under her pure white hood a streak of turquoise hair peeked out. You remembered fondly how you envied your sister for such a unique color and how much you loved to play with it when you were little. There was no mistake, the woman before you was your sister, your older - dead - sister.

“Welcome, my little butterfly.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes and overcome with joy you stepped towards her. “Nei-nei! What by the Goddesses are you doing here?” Your otherworldly sister opened her arms and hugged you tight. “I heard your wish, little butterfly”, she chuckled heartily.

“But tell me, do you really wish to trade your life for his?” She sighed, her mood completely changed in mere seconds. When you separated, she grabbed your shoulders and looked past you. Behind you laid your savior, bloody and pale. You followed her gaze and forgotten was the joy of seeing your sister again. Guilt sunk deep in your stomach like a heavy stone that would crush you any minute.

“I am, Nei-nei.” You wriggled out of her grasp and stepped towards the man. “He saved me, if there is any chance I can save him now,” you sighed with a resolute smile. “I have to take it, even when it means that my life would end here.” Your sister followed you to the lifeless body. “My beautiful little sister. Always ready to sacrifice herself - even for a mere human.”

You smiled up at her, as you had been kneeling beside the man, ready to accept your destiny. A sad smile appeared on the other woman’s lips and the next thing you saw, was your ceiling in a pitch black bedroom.

Confused you sat up in your bed. You bent your legs and wrapped your arms around them, a hundred thoughts circling in your head, they took you on a roller coaster and clouded your thinking. What had happened? Was the fact that you lived proof that your savior had died? But why else did your sister answer your prayer? She had never been cruel, so she wouldn’t answered you just to show how powerless you were. Nausea mixed with uncertainty spread across your body. Scowlingly you surrendered to the maelstrom of your gloomy thoughts, rocking back and forth in your bed to cope somehow.

Meanwhile in the apartment upstairs, Matt woke up in his bed, confused and startled. The last thing he remembered was shielding you from the gunshot and then everything went black. He noticed that he wasn’t wearing his black mask and suit anymore and the wound was gone too.

“You should be grateful that the Great Healer has such a soft spot for earthlings.”

Matt couldn’t believe his ears. Every sense told him that the black cat next to him just spoke - but that couldn’t be true, could it? His whole body was in flight or fight mode, all tensed up. “No need to be alert. I am not here to hurt you. I am just here to deliver the news. Don’t you humans have a saying for it? Something like not to kill the messenger?” Salem got up, stretched his body and trotted towards the open bedroom door. “Anyway don’t fret it. You got a second chance. Use it wisely, human.” And with that he literally shifted through the ground.

Now alone with his thoughts, Matt tilted his head to the left, listening for you. He led out a breath he was holding, when he sensed you. You were rocking back and forth in your bed. He shifted his thoughts towards you. Were you alright? Did you know what had happened to him? How was he still alive? And why on earth could your cat talk? So many questions, so little answers. But for the moment, Matt was just happy to know you save and sound in your apartment. He could feel your nervousness and discomfort and he would’ve loved to come down and comforted you, but he couldn’t. Not without revealing who he was and what he did. So he had to be content with the way it was now.

The minutes ticked by and the sun drove the dark clouds away, New York woke up to a sunny winter morning.

Still stirred up both, you and Matt, got ready for the day. After all you both had jobs to go to. Dawn was creeping steadily into your apartment, illuminating the room and somewhat your clouded mind. A hot shower and a stop by Mrs. Puddifoot, that’s what you needed after last night.

The incident from last night was constantly playing on loop in your mind and more often than not you caught yourself flinching at the imaginary gunshot going off. The fact that you met your sister almost overshadowed the fact that a man just died because of you. If you dwelled too long on that thought, you wouldn’t stop crying for days. But you pushed those thoughts deep, deep down. Now was not the time to think. In that matter you and your upstairs neighbor had a lot in common.

Wondering where your black companion went off to, you locked your front door and turned towards the staircase. So lost in thoughts, you didn’t see Matt coming down from his floor. He was greeting you with tender words and a warm smile. But you paid him no attention, only when he touched your arm, you snapped out of your trance.

“Sorry Matt. I didn’t see you.”

“That’s usually my line.”

He tried to lighten the mood a bit, but you only could muster a lopsided smile. You felt like on autopilot, feeling everything a bit duller. Matt sensed something was off with you this morning. Your eyes were puffy, your demeanor was stiff and your voice sounded defeated and sad. Of course he knew why you were in such a state but he couldn’t say anything, so he had to pretend and just act like the concerned neighbor.

“Everything okay?” He asked cautiously while you both made your way downstairs. You didn’t want to talk about last night but one part of you wanted - no, needed - someone to confine in and comfort you. Telling you that this wasn’t your fault and there wasn’t anything you could’ve done to save the man in black. You felt utterly numb. As you recalled the unpleasant memories and told Matt what happened you reached the lobby.

“I was saved”, you looked up towards the dirty ceiling, almost if you sent another prayer. “But my savior wasn’t. He was shot after he took down the thug.” Your eyes lost focus, your voice emotionless. Matt listened patiently the whole time. Something in you died along with him last night. He could feel it in the air around you and in your body language. He could almost hear the sound of glass shattering. Two sides fought inside the dark haired vigilante. Torn inside, he threatened to choke on his conflicting feelings.

In fact, he cared for you. True you only knew each other briefly but something about you eased his senses, made him feel calm. Whenever you talked to him he had the feeling of being healed from within. He couldn’t help it but search for your presence. He made sure to leave the house each morning when you did, even if that meant being way too early at his office. He made sure to listen to your heartbeat and steady breathing when he came home from his nightly duty. Feeling a bit creeping but at the same time so relaxed that he fell asleep almost instantly.

You cleared your throat and drew his focus back to you. A sliver of hope glinted in your eyes and an idea formed in your head. “You’re friends with this police officer, right?” You didn’t wait for Matt to answer. “Can you please, please, ask him if … I dunno, the man with the black mask was brought in by ambulance or”, you gulped trying to get rid off the lump in your throat, “Admitted to the morgue?” You held onto his arm, the feeling of something firm beneath your fingertips calmed you. Matt withdraw his arm, catching your wandering hand with his. He squeezed it firmly. “I’ll have a word with Brett.” He smiled the smile that made your heart went a little bit faster. “If you want some company tonight. I’m always up for Thai.” This time you returned his smile with an honest one. “I’d love that.” With that you parted ways and went to your respective offices.

The evening came not fast enough and then too fast for your liking. Foggy wasn’t very happy, when Matt told him, that he wouldn’t join them at Josie’s for some afterwork drinks but as soon as Matt mentioned your name, Foggy couldn’t help, but tease him non stop. Saying things like “of course we can’t compare to a nice meal with your favorite /female/ neighbor.” Matt thought it was silly. The thing between you two wasn’t like that - some part of him, the one he tried to silence, wished it was. But although he knew what kind of effect he had on you, he was sure it was all physical attraction. If you knew what he did at night, when he let the devil out, you would not want him. The things he had to do, apart from the saving, were something he wasn’t proud of. Only God could forgive those sins, so what was one more, when he thought of you under the shower.

The streets in Hell’s Kitchen changed their colors, when the sun sank behind those tall skyscrapers. Normally you loved to stroll through the buzzing streets but tonight felt different. The attack too fresh in your mind. You hesitated for a moment when Rebecca offered you a lift home. But she would have to do a detour and you didn’t want to be a bother to your coworker. So you took the underground home, like always and like always you would walk the last part to your apartment. But tonight every little sound made you jump and you lost count of how many times you turned to make sure no one was following you. Hyper aware of your surroundings you hurried over the old pavement. You almost forgot to pick up the Thai food you ordered, stopping by the small restaurant on the last minute. It was a save haven. All the different smells invading your senses felt like a break and your racing heart could go back to its normal rate.

Finally home, you let out a shaky breath. “Salem?” You called into the dark apartment. A purring echoed through the dark and a warm body was pressed against your legs. You chuckled humorless. “Sometimes you really behave like a cat.” Salem stopped brushing against your legs. “I thought that you needed some comfort tonight.” His voice nonchalant as ever but you knew him long enough that you could hear his concerns for you. You stooped down and ruffled his fur. “How exceedingly thoughtful of you.” He purred again. “I have my moments.” You just quickly stepped into your bedroom to put on something more comfortable, conscious of the hot food getting colder and after minutes you rushed out again.

“I’m gonna head down to Matt. Try and don’t miss me too much.” You ruffled Salem’s fur a last time, then grabbed the takeaway and your keys and made your way downstairs.

Waiting for your neighbor to open the door, you recalled the first time you knocked on his door. The way he opened it in only his boxer briefs. His hair all ruffled and a sheepish grin on his lips. You fell for him that day and you fell hard. First it was only physical attraction but now after getting to know him, you couldn’t help the crush you developed. Your thoughts were cut short, when said crush opened the door. You held the bags of Thai up and smiled. “Got our dinner.” He returned the smile and stepped to the side so you could enter.

Settled on the couch with a bottle of wine and the fast food containers, you sat next to him. Seeing him in blue sweatpants and a normal shirt was so different than seeing him in a suit and tie. It was a nice change, made you feel strangely familiar. You snorted, what a silly thought. It was still normal lounge wear, but still it had something intimate. You decided that Matt looked good in everything, even in sweatpants and t-shirt. “What’s so funny?” His deep timbre filled the air and you didn’t realize that you chuckled audibly.

“Eeh, nothing. Really.” You could feel his questioning look even behind his glasses. “It’s just … seeing you in something else than a suit and tie is… kinda strange?” You shrugged and took a sip of your wine. “You have seen me in something else than my work attire.” Of course he was referring to your first meeting, that sneaky bastard. Matt knew that the sheer mention of it got your heart beating a bit faster and your cheeks a bit warmer. And today wasn’t any different. You groaned embarrassed. “Why do you have to bring it up every time?! As if me interrupting your fun time wasn’t embarrassing enough.”

Matt chuckled and put down his empty box. The mood shifted into something playful and flirty. Matt would’ve loved to keep it that light but he promised to talk to Brett and he did, well he would tell you he did, but ultimately he didn’t had to. He wanted to ask you if you healed him and if so how did you do it. And he wanted to ask you about your cat! Definitely a pout Salem. This shook him more than the fact, that he died and came back from the dead apparently. But he couldn’t ask all those question.

This dilemma gnawed at him for the whole day. His conflicting emotions were flittering over his face for a second, not long enough for you to notice but for him to put a stop to his running thoughts. He needed to focus on something else - so he did by shifting his entire focus on you. The way your body dented his couch or how the scent of cardamom from your curry still lingered on your lips. Or the way you brushed through your hair, when you couldn’t stand the tingle of it on your skin anymore. Or the way you held the wine glass with your dominant hand but switched it occasionally just to put your hand on his when he said something funny. Or how your heart rate was always a bit higher than usual when you were near him.

This wasn’t helping at all! Thank God you saved him from his spiraling thoughts by asking him about his research. “What did your police friend say?” You nippled on your bottom lip. Not ready to hear the answer. Matt searched for your hand and you feared the worst. “There wasn’t a body in either the hospital or the morgue that would’ve fit your description.” You exhaled loudly, relieved that your savior was still alive. But then… your mind was racing. This meant that your sister saved him after all. Tears pricked your eyes and you sniffled lightly. The fountain that had been buried since this morning burst open and all the suppressed emotions gushed out. “I’m so glad.” You put your glass down and wiped over your face. “It’s silly isn’t it?” You let out a dry laugh, wiping away more tears. “I don’t even know who he is and still…” Matt shook his head. “It’s not silly. Not at all.” He patted your arm compassionately.

He opened his arms, offering a hug. You half hiccuped, half laughed before you leaned in.

The first thing you noticed was his warmth. The comfort of his embrace seeped into your very being. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. Content with the feeling of his hands on your back. The second thing you noticed was his quick heartbeat that echoed through your chest and danced with your own quickened pulse.

After what felt like a long time you pulled apart. “Thank you, Matt. Really.” You emphasized each word with a meaningful look. “Anytime, (Y/N).” He still held onto your hands, drawing small circles with his thumb over them. It felt nice, safe and naturally. You drank in his appearance, now being so close to him. He didn’t wear his glasses and you could see his brown - unmoving - eyes, you always wondered what he could pick up with his other senses. His hair was still s bit damp from the shower he took earlier and as you were scanning over his features you noticed small cuts and bruises over his jaw and on the side of his neck. Without thought you traced over the wounds.

“What happened there?”

“Ran into an open cupboard door at the office. It’s nothing.”

“And what about here?”

You traced over the big bruise that extended from his neck to his shoulder, moving his shirt out of the way a little. He caught your wandering hand. “I’m blind, (Y/N). Sometimes I overlook things and then I stumble.” You couldn’t help but feel bad. Matt got so defensive and you had the feeling that he didn’t wanted to talk about the real reason. Maybe you overstepped. Matt must’ve sensed your inner struggle, as he began caressing your hands again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come off so snappy.” You stopped him with a wave of your hand. “And I shouldn’t have pried.” You freed your hand from his, reluctantly. “Here let me show you something.” Matt knitted his brows together, a questioning look on his face. “Just trust me and hold still for a second.” With that you put your hand on his bruised jaw, closing your eyes and focusing on his wound.

Heat radiated from your hands and his world on flames glowed a bit brighter. A humming filled the air, it built up, peaked, and ebbed away. After a minute or so you opened your eyes again and removed your hand from his face - now fully healed. “You forgot to sing: Flower gleam and glow, Let your power shine.” Matt tried to comprehend what just happened. With aliens falling through a whole in Midtown and literal Gods flying by, he shouldn’t be surprised that you could heal wounds. Now he was certain that he owed you his life.

“I don’t have magic hair.” You nudged him into his shoulder. “I have never shown that to anyone…” your eyes skittered over his apartment. “To tell the truth, I’m not aloud to use my powers and I’m 99% sure that S.H.I.E.L.D will burst through your door any minute.” You laughed nervously. What were you thinking? You couldn’t take this back, what if they would do something to Matt just because he knew. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid heart, never listens to the head.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” He crossed his heart over-dramatically. You shoved at him playfully. Taking advantage of the momentum, he pulled you with him, so that you both were using the full length of the couch. “I promise!” He breathed while he was rubbing his thumb across your lower lip. Your gaze wandered towards his lips. Anticipation made itself known. He closed his eyes, leaning closer, so close that your noses almost touched. You could feel his breath fan over your face. Your eyes fluttered close and with a soft smile, you leaned fully into him.

He was careful, not demanding or anything. He kissed you with a tenderness that made you feel like the floor was swept away under your feet. Your lips parted and met several times and never did you feel an urge behind his actions. It was all sweet and tender movements. Almost innocent. Matt was a good kisser, the way he pulled you closer to him, so that you were fully laying on top of him was in stark contracts to the way he kissed you. When your lips parted again, this time for good, all you could do was exist and not think a single thought. A quick glaze towards the man under you, revealed that he was having the same trouble. Never had he thought that he would feel so light hearted, so content. And all this from just mere kisses.

“Wow.”

He chuckled lightly.

“Yes, wow.”

After a few blissed out moments you shifted your weight, laying comfortably on his chest. Silent fell over you. Not an uneasy or awkward one. No, it was so easy with Matt. There were no need for words. It was a spurt of the moment. You both enjoyed each others company, both were lost in their own thoughts. There was much to discuss but not tonight and probably not tomorrow. But soon, that was sure.

#sasa writes #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fic #daredevil x reader #daredevil x female reader

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miasmaghoul · 2 years ago

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I saw the anon you answered about being from New England and it truly is wild bc I feel like I never see ppl who are from here and all of the sudden I've found about about a bunch!

I'm from Mass and my first job was putting the cinnamon sugar on apple cider donuts. My hometown is literally half apple orchard lmao

Anyway sending you ~New England vibes~ from Massachusetts :)

I'm from eastern Mass originally, near Salem. I lived there till was 19. Used to go apple picking at least once a year, it was always my favorite. I really think there is little better than New England in the fall. Man.

I love all of this so much. My favorite kind of vibes. I feel like I just put on an oversized hoodie that smells like cinnamon and crunchy leaves. Thank you. ♡

#miasma says #feeling sentimental today #obviously

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bunnybiter · 1 month ago

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⋆ ˚｡⊹ ₊ bunnybiter venus flytrap, sorority sister of fandomless group plot μάγ. featuring themes of: bunny girls, always being the weird one, isolation from your peers, biting as a … language, girls love each other like animals, and sisterhood via witchcraft. ⋆｡˚

muse info / rules, explored by aurora, 23, she/her pronouns. pinterest board.

° . ♡ ⊹ affiliated with: @dailhia, @fablelike, @jenelain, @rch-wtch, maybe more to come... . ♡ ⊹ ° .

introduction.

⋆ ˚｡⊹ ₊ venus is a part of group created lore taking place on the fictional town of rookwood created by reign, a spooky town on the outskirts of salem. she is a member of a coven of college-aged witches taking place in the miu-alpha-gamma / μάγ sorority. their obscure application and initiation process has created a variety of rumors about them and their practices.

bare bones info (lit rally c&p from the discord chat)

NAME/ALIAS: venus (flytrap) conejo.

AGE: 20.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

MAJOR: biology.

INFO:

venus is the sorority’s resident weird girl, candy coated with big doll eyes and unnerving things to say. has a general interest in all things creepy.

venus was led to salem by an unknown amount of running. her past is murky to her sisters besides the concerning little tidbits she drops here and there, most of them coded somehow in ways that are difficult to understand. she talks about rabbits, the most. (not sure if the girls know but i’m thinking there was the huge dad trauma when she was young but around middle school age she was in the foster care system and was moved around placements quite frequently. got into rookwood via scholarship bc of some creepy (but excellent) project she did maybe?)

she comes from a long line of argentine witches, her connection to magic severed by her abusive nightmare monster of a father that tore their family to pieces before venus could remember. it’s why she so easily finds sisterhood in the sorority- even if she scooted around the normal initial steps of joining (turns out they really can’t say no if you show up at their door, what “online application”?) -as they help her to connect to a part of herself that she didn’t even know existed. all that she knew was that she was strange. strange interest, strange accent, strange words, strange face, strange clothes.

when asked for her name in the interview process, she refused to answer and only shook her head. her odd, grotesque *natural* interests and cupcake looking exterior earned her the name venus flytrap. she’s been known to bite, and/or be fascinated by creatures that do.

eventually, she revealed her last name to be conejo, seeing the other girls had first and last names listed on signs and things around the house, she learned to crave inclusion.

FACECLAIM: maia reficco.

#⋆ ˚｡⊹ ₊ pinned .#and if i ditch the chunky psd i want to hear nothing of it

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bubbl3corn · 6 months ago

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NAMI TALA SALEM / open muse & multiverse / info & tag dump!

nacida en el 93 en abu dhabi, uae; de herencia étnica mixta*. sus padres se trasladaron a los ángeles cuando aún era un bebé. se crio en el seno de una familia de clase media, con todas las comodidades. a su al rededor todos esperaban que se acabara convirtiendo en una gran estrella, sin embargo, acabó alistándose en la academia de policía de los ángeles. una vez allí, quiso aspirar a más y, tras mucho trabajo —mayormente físico, acabó entrando en el s.w.a.t

ganó diversos concursos de belleza.

habla 6 idiomas.

sus padres no aprueban su profesión.

*heritage: Jordanian-Palestinian & Filipina fc: yasmine al-bustami

ooc notes: difícil será que tenga fc alternativo.

tag dump!

* ♡ — nami ╱ interactions .

* ♡ — nami ╱ reflection .

* ♡ — nami ╱ inside .

* ♡ — nami ╱ mobile .

* ♡ — nami ╱ answered .

* ♡ — nami ╱ wishlist .

#. * ⧗ — mirror mirror on the wall / muses .#* ♡ — nami ╱ interactions .#* ♡ — nami ╱ reflection .#* ♡ — nami ╱ inside .#* ♡ — nami ╱ mobile .#* ♡ — nami ╱ answered .#* ♡ — nami ╱ wishlist .#. * ⧗ — how to be a heartbreaker / tag dump .

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riddlerxl · 1 year ago

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thinking about Edward using his full body weight to press you into the mattress as he fucks you, a desperately whining mess holding you down <3

Hello anon, I love you. I’m over here barking at this. Because he so would. Edward is a desperate and touch starved fucker. He wouldn’t mind if you were a pillow princess/prince because sometimes he is one himself. (I HC him as a switch) I feel like he’d fuck your brains out and then afterwards give you a fun fact about the moon or something trivial.

Also… he’s a munch.

#ask salem ✎#salem answers ♡#edward nashton #the riddler #dano riddler #Paul dano

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omg-kawaiiangel-chan · 10 months ago

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✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟIntro･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 About Me

: ̗̀➛ My name is Ame!! I go by many names but right now i dont have a main secondary name. this is solely my blog.

: ̗̀➛ I use it/its pronouns and I am genderless and gay. im also polyamorous.

: ̗̀➛ I am taken by my partners, blaire and torn!!!!

: ̗̀➛ I have cfs and DID. I am a co-host.

: ̗̀➛ I act kind of weird at times?? Not in an age regessor was but. I guess in a terminally online cutecore poster way. That usually passes and doesnt last long, it is particularly prominent during manic episodes or when im experiencing strong delusions. Please know that i also think its weird but i have no control over it. Its like im being possessed . Im so normal please

: ̗̀➛ this is a side blog, our main is @raincandy-uu

: ̗̀➛ I am working towards getting my credentials to become a teacher.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Interests

: ̗̀➛ Needy Streamer Overload

: ̗̀➛ Menhera

: ̗̀➛ Yandere Simulator (the game sucks tho and so does yan dev. I just have issues)

: ̗̀➛ Happy Sugar Life (I DO NOT SHIP SATOU AND SHIO. I DO NOT SUPPORT PEDOPHILIA. I have a lotof thoughts about this. You wouldnt even understand)

: ̗̀➛ Undertale/Deltarune

: ̗̀➛ Homestuck (not as much anymore)

: ̗̀➛ Madoka Magica

: ̗̀➛ UTAU (primarily sweetsweetparfait's characters)

: ̗̀➛ Drawing

: ̗̀➛ Manwha (this is rlly vague, i know, but i read so many and they are all kind of the same. I mainly read otome isekai)

: ̗̀➛ Creepypastas

: ̗̀➛ The Arcana Game (i also hate the game so so much. I hate nix hydra and dorian and i do not support any of the developers who worked on the game or are in charge of it now. the game is undeniably shit and is full of weird / bigoted beliefs. I dont like a LOT of the canon stuff and mainly post about headcanons)

: ̗̀➛ +more!!!!!!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 BYF

: ̗̀➛ I will tag things for mutuals/friends, if you send an anonymous ask or I do not know you, I will not trigger tag (unless it is nsft or has flashing lights)

: ̗̀➛ I do not have a strict DNI, however I will block whoever I want. Do not message me asking why, I will not respond.

: ̗̀➛ I'd prefer if only those 16+ interacted, but if I follow you first (whether you have your age stated on your blog or not), do not worry about it.

: ̗̀➛ Endogenic/Tulpa/Non-traumatic "systems" and their "supporters" can go die. You are not welcome here.

: ̗̀➛ That being said, I do think of and consume media of toxic/abusive character relationships (although I tend to avoid non-consensual and pedophilic dynamics). I do not "ship" these relationships. I am not a pro shipper and i ask that any pro shippers kindly fuck off. (This goes for com ship/dark ship. Just be a normal fucking person and dont use weird ass labels lol)

: ̗̀➛ If you have any questions or concerns, please PM me or send public asks. Private ones will not be answered/will be met with a rude remark (sometimes salem takes over my blog and they will say. Very rude things. )

: ̗̀➛ I will be reblogging medical/bloody/dark things, if that bothers you then do not follow

#.txt #.png #.mp4 #.mp3 #.html #.gif #even angels get emotional #all angels break down #desire for approval #angels flight #🍓shiro chune🍰

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donghyuckkies · 2 years ago

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*points at anon* YOU. leave my bestie alone or else (ง •̀_•́)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง

anyways hihi uncle mars how are you <333 i saw that ask you answered from isai and seeing salem made me go !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so i hope you're both doing well ♡♡♡

hi hi my beloved xan <3 i'm good, just chilling in bed cuz i woke up too early but can't fall back asleep 🥲 salem is here too and says "meow mrow mrow" which i'm pretty sure means he loves you :) hope you're doing well also! have some more salem pics for the road:

#bet that anon is quaking with fear rn 😤😤😤#xan 🧋#answered

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dc-ocs-200x · 2 years ago

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Trigger Warnings: Threat of corporal punishment, memories of slavery, and a panic attack

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The lessons were difficult, what didn't help was Athena was quite behind all the other kids. Raven and Lux had very advance schooling, not something either took much pride in, for very different reasons. Salem had schooling on and off in between their illness. Lucias and Darcey at least had known the basics when they arrived. Even Nyx was ahead of her mainly due to Cain eagerly teaching the youngest girl whenever she could.

Athena, however, had nothing to fall back on. Normally, Abel handled the lessons, especially with the children that were more behind, but with him focusing on inventory of the home so that Cain wouldn't have to, that left the teaching up to the older brother who obviously had much less patience. The lesson focus of the day was math, something Athena really wasn't any good at, having only recently gotten ahold of double digit multiplication which took her to the next step, double digit division, what particularly tripped her up were the ones with remainders.

Her eyes narrowed a little bit in concentration, trying to recall her 'backwards multiplication', as Abel had called it when she worked with single digit division, but upon feeling an intimidating figure looking over her shoulder, she grew more anxious, hand subtly trembling.

Cain watched her, narrowing his eyes seeing Athena not writing anymore, rather just letting her pencil hover over the paper. He tsked gently, "Pride... the sooner you finish this ridiculously easy homework, the sooner we can be done for the day.."

Athena blushed at the patronizing tone, like she didn't already know this, "I-I'm trying Uncle Cain... the numbers are just a little too big.." she mumbled shyly.

Cain scoffed, "This, dear Pride and Joy, is nothing. You'll be dealing with much bigger numbers soon enough," the mere thought brought tears to Athena's eyes in worry. She was struggling with double digits and that was two numbers each, what was a bigger number going to do. Cain narrowed his eyes further.

"Don't you dare start to cry. There's no need for all of that. You're not a baby are you?" Cain asked, brow arched, to which Athena quickly shook her head, "Then don't act like one. Answer the question on the worksheet so we can be done."

Athena gave a whine from the back of her throat, now throughly worked up, her hand shaking harder as her eyes blurred over with tears, making it near impossible for her to even see the numbers.

"Pride..." Cain stated, voice low and warning, the blonde girl's lip started to tremble at the sound of it, "You cry and I'm going to give you a proper reason to. Your little hind-end will have a nice date with my belt. Do you understand?"

Athena's breath hitched at this, arms curling into herself, and before she could quite stop herself, she burst into tears. As soon as she realized her mistake, that she had gone against Cain's instructions, she started to cry out through another sob, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry!!"

Cain blinked, usually the threat worked, and even if the child started to cry (like Lux, the child he most often had to use the threat with) they never started to apologize like that. Cain might've appreciated it, if it didn't leave an ill feeling in his stomach that he didn't like at all.

"Now, now, no need for all that. Settle down. You're just embarrassing yourself," Cain scolded, trying to encourage Pride to stop crying, albeit poorly. However, this only did the opposite, making the little girl cry harder, breath hitching in her throat as she does. The older caretaker's mistakes quickly catch up with him, having seen all the children suffer a panic attack at least once. He groans in frustration, rubbing his face before kneeling before her. Before he could open his mouth, Athena winced away from him, trying to curl herself as small as she could on the chair and as far away from Cain.

"Oh darling..." he murmured, realizing he wouldn't be of any help, he stood back up, going to the doorway, "Abel... Abel you stuttering, dense meat-muffin, get your lard-ass in here!" with Cain being occupied, he failed to notice his yelling making Athena cry harder, covering her ears tightly.

She so desperately wanted to remind herself that she was somewhere safe now. Threaten as they might, Cain and Abel hadn't ever physically hurt any of the children. Yet she couldn't seem to do it. Her mind screamed at her that she was still a meek little slave, trapped under her master's thumb, just waiting for a punishment for messing up again. And her body ran with what her mind persisted with, refusing to let her breathe very much between the harsh shallow breaths and the sobs, so she was just sure to get in trouble, scaring her more. It all creating a very vicious cycle.

Cain felt his irritation rising more and more, and he despised the fact he was having to yell for his useless brother even more, but anyone could tell you that Abel was the more sympathetic brother. He growled but before he could yell again he spotted Darcey walking past, he almost ignored the boy before an idea struck him.

"Lust, come here."

The red head boy jumped at Cain's voice, but immediately turned, head tilted, "Yes, Uncle?" he hummed.

"Go find that dolt," Cain instructed firmly. Darcey blinked but nodded quickly catching view of Athena's position. As the boy took off towards the stairs, Cain heads back over to Athena, keeping his distance but trying to talk her back down.

In Darcey's haste, he bumped into Raven who stumbled slightly but immediately glared, "Watch where you're going Darcey!"

"Sorry V! J-just have you seen Uncle Abel? Uncle Cain and Thea need him..!"

Raven narrowed his eyes slightly in curiosity before shaking his head, "He's not upstairs, that's for sure," he mumbled. Darcey nodded calling a 'thanks' before taking back off downstairs. Darcey's vague answer left Raven worried, however, not liking the feeling it left in his gut. He took off downstairs to the library. He shuffled in barely having to take in the scene before his blood started boiling some.

"Pride, dear, I need you to look at me. I cannot help you if you're not looking at me," Cain coaxed, irritation edging his words.

"She's not gonna listen when you sound like that," the black haired boy retorted as he made his way over to Athena, kneeling in front of her, "'Thena?" he called gently. He admittedly wasn't sure if it would work or not, but much to his relief, Athena seemed able to hear him even past her wailing, panicked breaths, and her ears still being covered, because she did peek an eye open to him.

Raven frowned a bit seeing her, she was looking at him, but he was confident she didn't see him, "What happened to her?" he asked in a mumble.

Cain bristled slightly despite trying to keep his composer, "No telling. We were doing math one minute and she's like this the next," he shrugged, simplifying the timeline nearly enough to be a lie, one Raven definitely wasn't buying. He figured he'd just have to get answers himself, but there was no way it was happening with Athena in this state.

"I don't think you being here is helping," Envy commented seeing Athena in a position almost like she was trying to get away from the oldest family member.

"Abel can handle it. I just don't want her alone. You, my boy, are a child. No need for you to worry about all this," Cain stated but Raven didn't budge.

"You want Uncle Abel? I'd suggest looking for yourself. Pretty sure he's in the more secret, lower levels. Darcey definitely won't find him anytime soon. No one knows them better than you. I'll sit with her."

Cain mulled over the child's words, before growling and standing up, "You only sit there. Leave the hard work for the adults, hear me?" he warned as he finally relented, standing up. Raven silently nodded. He waited until he heard the library doors shut before he stood up and locking them. He wasn't sure where Abel was actually, so he hoped it would take Cain a while. Long enough for him to do what he needed.

He made his way back over, kneeling in front of the younger sin, "Hey Thena.... can you hear me?" he asked softly.

Athena drew in a hard, shaky breath, choking on it slightly, but she nodded all the same.

"Good... good girl," he praised, glad to see some form of recognition flicker in Athena's purple eyes, "can you move your hands for me..?"

Athena hiccuped somewhat, but after a moment of letting the words sink in, she did as told, instead hugging them to her chest.

"Great, now, can you copy my breathing? Look, deep breath in..." he showed an example of his words. Athena attempted to copy but instead it got caught in her throat followed by another frantic cry, shaking her head.

"I-I-I cannn't! I caaaannnn't! I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry!" she wailed.

"Hey, hey... it's ok.." he paused a moment before leaning up gently blowing on her face, this trick working well enough for Athena to take a sharp, but mostly stable, breath in, releasing it in a softer cry.

Raven hesitated before carefully reaching up to rub her back, thankfully, rather than trying to get away again, Athena relaxed instead, this was encouragement enough for Raven to murmur gently, "Can I hold you?"

Athena hiccupped slightly but nodded, reluctantly holding her arms out to the older child, who carefully shifted her off the chair and onto his lap. Athena immediately buried herself into Raven's shoulder, she hiccupped and sobbed again, eventually mumbling out, "I'm s-sorry..!"

Raven frowned gently, debating with himself whether or not he actually heard what he thought he did, once he was sure, he murmured, "Sorry for what, Thena? You're not doing anything wrong..."

"I-I'm crying..! I-I'm sorry!" she insisted again, "N-not- not trying to be bad..!"

Raven frowned at that, but gently rocked with the blonde girl, "You aren't being bad... there's nothing bad about crying... it's ok," he murmured. Athena clung on tighter, and Raven slowly started to rock with her. This eventually settled Pride's crying, which I'm turn eased Raven.

"There you go," he murmured, moving her hair out of her face, the usually well tended to blonde hair now in a disheveled mess, "there.. now what happened, Thena?" he murmured gently.

Athena hiccupped slightly, looking up to Raven, hesiting a moment, "Uncle Cain and I were doing math a-and I was getting frustrated s-so I had tears in my eyes... Uncle scolded me for it threatening me with his belt if I did start to cry and... it's all so blurry from there... it felt like I was back with my masters and I was going to be beat at any moment.... I'm sorry... I know it was dumb.. I just... got so scared.."

Raven set his jaw slightly before shaking his head gently, "It wasn't anything that you could help... he shouldn't have spoken to you like that.." he assured, still rocking with her. Athena sniffled, hiding herself against Raven.

"Rea?" she murmured after a while, surprising the dark haired boy as he was sure the girl had fallen asleep.

Raven hummed looking down at her, "Yeah Thena?"

"You wouldn't have let him hurt me, right..?" she whimpered.

Raven paused before snorting and shaking his head, "Yeah, I wouldn't have let him... no one can hurt you while I'm around, remember?"

Athena relaxed a bit at that and nodded.

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