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[galactaknightyaoi]

It's my OCs' first birthday today, yippie!! They're enjoying their birthday with some tiny company and a horribly baked cake. But it's the thought that counts!

These are Pai, Aurelio, and Lizzie. They are a couple and run a diner together in the low suburbs of Halcandra. Their shop also serves as a safe space and shelter for other Star Borns just like them.

They also tend to take in the more little ones of their kind, soon after they've first formed. They look after them and teach them stuff, before letting them go to live independently. But they're always welcome back in their house! Be it for shelter, or a nice cup of coffee.

More about them under the cut. Be warned it gets kinda long.

Pai's ability is Cook. When he was little, he used to use his ability to make food to share with his whole neighborhood as a way of uniting everyone.

Since then he's been steadily building towards a goal, to open his very own Diner. He wanted to create a space for his community to thrive in, though he was severely disadvantaged in such a large city.

He's not one to give up and he always looks on the positive side of things. He tends to spoil the kids they look after with treats, and has a hard time saying no, so he often takes on more than he can handle.

He is the one that looks after the well-being of the kids, and generally, things that require a bit more... Tact. He looks after them when they're sick or injured, which is how he ends up meeting future GSA founders Arthur, Erebus, and Anansi.

Aurelio grew up in a scrapyard with 6 others of their kind, being kept there as guard dogs for the paranoid old man who owned the place. They were encouraged to fight each other for fun, which is how they got the scar across their face.

When they got too big and troublesome, most of them were kicked out of their home and left to fend for themselves.

Aurelio's Spear ability eventually landed them a job as a Knight for Halcandra's elites, where they worked alongside a few of their friends. Their job was to guard the meeting room and defend their assignment from threats.

A few years into this job, they and other soldiers were given a mission. A pair of dragons were nesting at the bottom of the Haldera Volcano, they had to get them out. Dragons are calm if not provoked, so relocation shouldn't be difficult...

As it turns out, the dragons were a mated pair. A male and a female, and they were viciously protecting their egg clutch.

In the battle against the dragons, Aurelio was injured and burned by fire, but their natural fire immunity allowed them to be one of the few survivors. Nevertheless, the Knights were successful in their mission and managed to drive the dragons out.

The 4 eggs that weren't crushed during the battle were passed off to the Ancients for research. They became the Guardian Angel Landia later on.

She was forced to retire from Knighthood at age 31. Due to the lasting effects of their injuries, Aurelio is the one who spends most of the time with the children. For better and for worse.

Because of their childhood, they have very skewed ideas of how to treat children. She'll often put them in dangerous situations unintentionally since she has no frame of reference to tell her that taking kids out to the Gator Pond isn't a very good idea.

Aurelio teaches the rougher life lessons. They've been through quite a bit, so they want the kids to learn how to defend themselves, and to be careful and not have others take advantage of them.

She does most of the disciplining and the one that gives timeouts and other such punishments. She is of the opinion that sometimes rough love is necessary to set someone straight. She's calm and loving, but a bit stuck in the old way of doing things.

Lizzie, real name Angeliz, is a 2-time college dropout who grew up upper class despite her species' disadvantage. She never had many friends growing up, since other kids didn't really like her, and resigned herself to being what her parents wanted her to be.

She tried to study medicine but quit after 2 years. Not wanting to further disappoint her parents, she went into law. Which she also hated but tried to commit to finishing despite how miserable it made her.

Meeting Pai and Aurelio helped her get through the year, but after Aurelio was injured, she quit law and started living with them. She helped Pai balance his business with taking care of Aurelio and eventually used some of the money she still had left to give Pai's Diner the little push forward it needed.

Despite the many etiquette classes she took as a child, Lizzie completely lacks social skills. She's a total disaster, especially when talking to someone she likes. Once she gets comfortable, her true personality starts to shine through.

She's a huge slob and kind of vulgar despite her cute appearance. She's easily angered and does not like to be teased, which makes putting up with bratty kids more difficult for her.

She tends to treat kids as little adults instead, which causes her to not be very mindful of their sensitivities. Even when in a good mood, trying to do her best, she always ends up saying the wrong thing and makes everything worse.

She handles the business aspect of their Diner, crunching numbers and reading over legal documents. She's really smart and knowledgeable, so she's the one who tends to teach kids reading, writing, and math.

Her ability is Bubble. She never used to like it, it was silly and useless to her, so she kept it hidden for years. After meeting her partners and becoming happy, she's started blowing bubbles more frequently. The kids love them.

[possibilistfanfiction]

More surgeon suffering pls! Maybe bea learning more about Ava’s injury?

[definitely sooo gentle & no present-day suffering lol but here u go]

//

‘you can ask.’

beatrice’s gentle, callused, careful fingers still along your back, their patterns you can’t quite decipher gone quiet. ‘i would never do that.’

her voice is so soft and so relaxed, it’s not at all a reprimand; you can’t say it aloud, not yet, but you love her. you roll over so that you can see the gentle planes of her face through the silvery-blue light from the moon and the night outside her big windows, the blinds not yet drawn. she looks at you openly, patiently, like there’s nothing she wants to take from you; everything she wants to give. you know — in your heart and through your friends and your family and your therapist telling you over and over again — that you have so much to offer: you’re beautiful and funny and very smart, and you love the world more than anyone you know. you also know that beatrice is sometimes less sure of herself than she seems: she clams up every time her parents call, unable to tell them to, unequivocally if it was up to you, fuck off; she loves to be lazy and sleep in and wants no one to know; she still is in the habit of downplaying accomplishments, anything from a surgery she mastered (impressive in that you know how hard it is) to a new route she climbed at the gym (you have no idea but lilith was jealous and you can imagine it’s hot); she’s a horrible cook.

‘i know,’ you say, and you do. you let a finger drift down the bridge of her nose, count her freckles, feel the chapped bow of her lips beneath your thumb. she has a scar, small, through her left brow, and you trace it. ‘what’s this from?’

she smiles, always so quick to understand, always so generous. it makes you feel like you could light up the entire world sometimes. ‘i was five; my brothers were trying to teach me how to rollerblade.’

you think about it: beatrice’s gap-toothed grin and the delightfully terrible bob haircut she had for so much of her early childhood, the photos making you laugh when, unprompted, lilith showed you a few weeks ago when you’d all had dinner at a good oyster place near bea’s house. ‘can you rollerblade now?’

‘no, it frightened me. i never learned.’

‘putting that on the short list of things that scare you. good to know.’

she holds up her right arm so you can see the small scar on her elbow, the skin darker than before. ‘at university, i was drunk and my crush dared me to climb a tree.’

you can’t help the laugh it pulls out of you. ‘oh my.’

she nods. ‘yes, quite. needless to say, amelia and i went our separate ways fairly soon after.’

‘well, her loss. i’d have paid to see you fall out of a tree.’

‘i didn’t fall,’ she says. ‘i scraped my elbow on the way up, but i did continue.’

‘of course you did.’

she shrugs. you trace the scars across her chest, ones you love. 

‘camila told me you tried to go back to classes a week after your surgery. like, the day after you got your drains out.’

bea laughs. ‘yes, and promptly fell fast asleep about three minutes in.’

‘front row?’

‘well, the second.’

‘knew it.’

‘i can keep going, if you like. i have a good story about a scraped knee during field hockey at boarding school.’

‘homoerotic, i hope.’

she rolls her eyes, but based on her silence you know you’re right.

she lets you sit in it, easily, and her house is beautiful and warm and, you’re beginning to think — to hope — it might be full of your things one day, too. it’s easier to be brave here, but your words, the worst of them, still get stuck in your throat. ‘well, what do my scars tell you?’

she weighs it. ‘you know i’m more interested in cardio.’

‘you’re the smartest person i’ve ever met.’

‘well, you favor your left hand when you’re practicing sutures, and i know your left foot gets numb often. you have trouble with temperature regulation and walking long distances, but an easier time standing for the most part; your neck aches, i think all the time.’ she pauses. ‘your handwriting is abysmal, although i suspect that has nothing to do with your injuries.’

you’re about to start crying, but she makes things lighter, even now.

‘all i care about, ava,’ she says, soft and sure, a hand tangled in your hair and then gentle on your cheek, ‘is that you get the care you need, that you tell someone — me or anyone else who can help. and you can tell me whatever you like, if ever you feel ready.’

‘i can’t — i want to.’

she kisses your forehead. ‘like i said. it’ll always be up to you. i’m here.’

you take a deep breath. ‘my mom had a garden,’ you say. ‘she died, uh —‘ you get a little caught, stuck on the way her eyes looked when she wasn’t alive anymore, when you couldn’t move, when you were stuck for so long, screaming and so, so scared — ‘she grew all kinds of vegetables.’ your voice shakes but beatrice only nods. ‘and flowers. we were going to —‘ you sniffle and beatrice just wipes your tears — ‘i think she wanted to keep bees. i don’t even know if that was possible; we had a little yard. but everything grew.’

‘that sounds wonderful.’

‘it was, even though i hated eating my vegetables.’

beatrice laughs softly, admonishing in a way that’s harmless, fond. ‘you’ve grown so much since then.’

‘hey, i’ll have you know just today i ate, like, seven bites of a salad.’

‘very impressive.’

‘can i — not right now, because i think i’ll just cry too much, but — can i tell you more about her? i wish you could’ve met her.’ i wish i could remember her more; i can’t forget.

‘i would love that. and, if she was anything like you, i’m sure she would’ve lit up an entire room. it would’ve been an honor.’

‘bea, i really don’t want to cry again,’ you whine.

‘you should know,’ she tells you, a little firm, so there’s no argument. ‘she would be so proud of you. i know it; who wouldn’t be?’

‘that’s —‘ you bury your face in her neck, just for a moment, soft and warm and safe. 

‘would you like to plant a garden?’

‘in my tiny ass apartment?’

‘no,’ she says, and you can’t see her but you can practically feel her rolling her eyes. ‘here. i have the whole back yard and, frankly, no real interest in a lawn.’

‘i —‘ you back up so you can look at her, and her eyes are clear. ‘really?’

‘of course. i’m actually quite interested in self-sustaining agriculture, and the pacific northwest has great growing conditions for so much wonderful flora and fauna.’

‘wow. okay, but — it’s your house.’

she pauses. ‘ava.’

‘i just — you’re sure?’

‘i would really enjoy it, if you’d like. also, my friend marco, from the climbing gym, runs the community garden in their neighborhood and has been pestering me to meet you.’

‘you talk about me?’

‘of course.’

‘well, if marco will do all the heavy lifting, and preferably both of you not have shirts on, i’m so in.’

‘it’s february.’

you shrug. ‘you’re tough.’

beatrice laughs, and you sink into it, delight in it. you could light up the whole world, ava, she told you after two glasses of wine and half an edible the other night, entirely serious, crammed onto the small couch in your small apartment, your life expanding far beyond, past any walls you knew. 

‘next weekend, when we’re both off,’ she says, ‘we can go to the nursery nearby and get started.’

‘you’re —‘ the love of my life sits right on the tip of your tongue, but you kiss her instead. ‘thank you.’

‘thank you for telling me about your garden, and your mother.’

all you can do is nod, and then hold her after she turns over and falls asleep.

[bloodychazorite]

Q!SLIME HEADCANONS N’ SHORT STORIES!!

(These are all the headcanons I use in my current fic and will probably use for my future fics, in case you’re curious!! :))

So, first, I don’t think Charlie is any bit human at all. I think he’s full, pure-bred slime with a Core that gives him sentience. The Core is a heart shaped, made of enchanted ruby and plated in gold around the edges. 

During the time he was a God in the SCU (Slimecicle Cinematic Universe) he had three (That’s an incredibly long story that I may actually write one day so this is all you get for now). Now, he’s been reincarnated with one, sentient ever since. However, he’s full slime, nothing human about him. Without the Core, he’d just be straight slime. He’s probably one of the—if not just the only—sentient Slimes there is.

His skin scars because when he’s hurt enough, he needs to get more slime to repair himself. The slime isn’t his, however, so it doesn’t match his body completely for a while while it blends together.

Another type of scarring that can happen to him would be dehydration cracks. If he loses enough water, his slime will crack in a lightning-strike type pattern. It takes a while for those to go away as well, just because they need time to fill in.

Yes, he has bones, but he doesn’t need them. He has them because they make it so that he can keep his shape. When he was Gegg, he’d keep some but give the rest to Quackity for safe keeping.

 

“Where’s my left arm?” Charlie asked, digging through the bag Quackity kept on him.

The other only shuffled his foot back and forth, mumbling gently. He bit his lip as he spoke. “I needed food, man.”

“So?”

“So all I had was seeds and currently unused bones.”

A beat of silence, before a slow, creaking head turn. 

“You used my bones for bone meal.” His voice was flat and his lips were pinched. “Are you deadass?”

“Just kill another skeleton man! I needed food!”

Charlie threw up the melty stub where his left arm should’ve been, waving it back and forth and dripping goo all over the ground.

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to find intact skeletons that will fit perfectly with the one that I currently have?! And that have five fingers?!”

Quackity rolled his eyes, shrinking in on himself. “Uh...No..?”

Charlie smushed slime into his face and laughed at his dramatic screaming. “It is incredibly fucking hard!”

Charlie keeps bones on him most of the time, in case he breaks the ones he’s got. Sometimes they take a minute to get used to, some of them too big or too long or too small, but it happens nonetheless. It’s also the reason he takes any fall damage ever. Without the bones, he wouldn’t take any fall damage. Those bones also determine his general height. If he wanted to be taller, he could find/construct a taller skeleton and get more slime.

Slimes are naturally acidic at a certain level at all times. However, with prompting, his level of acidity will rise. Prompting can look like danger, or threats. It can also be emotional, with extreme rage or sadness, the works.

“Oh no, not today fucker!” Mariana screamed as Slime tried to step outside during another argument. His skin dripped from the agitation but Mariana couldn’t care less.

Slime attempted to brush past him, breath heavy. “I’ll be right back,” He mumbled, "I need to go.”  

He stepped to the left, Mariana doing the same. 

Then, to the right, where she followed once again.

“Move your ass, I need to go now.”

“Hell no, you will stay and we will talk this out.”

Slime shoved past her, briskly rushing for the door. Mariana, wings twitching in agitation, whipped around and grabbed his wrist.

He smelled the burning before he felt it.

Before the white, lava hot seer hit his senses.

She nearly cried out in pain, staggering backward and scraping her skin against the hardwood as she fell. Scrambling into the wall, she groaned in agony and grasped the wrist of the suffering palm.

“Fuck- oh, fuck!” 

Slime was right in front of him, suddenly, knelt with fear in his eyes. “Fuck, I am so sorry, I can’t control it I swear, I would never do that shit on purpose—” He rambled as Mariana writhed, swearing in shock and pain.

Her vision swam as she sobbed. 

“I swear, I-I can’t… control it.”

He’s burnt a few holes in the floors before.

All in his slime, there are acid glands everywhere. 

Because he’s got acid literally built into his system, the bones he’s got tend to break down after a while. Depending on how emotional or just how much he purposely activates his acid secretion, they could last from anywhere around two weeks to a month, usually. That’s what the skeleton in his basement is for, an extra set of bones. 

Slime’s are the closest things to aquatic creatures without actually being aquatic. Being naturally drawn and attracted to moist environments, he can’t breathe underwater, but he doesn’t actually need to breathe so I guess it doesn’t matter. When swimming, he creates fins to help. The only reason he drowns is because he takes in too much water and becomes so liquidy that he just… dies, I dunno LMAOO

Being generally docile creatures, living either underground or in swamps, most Slimes have shit eyesight. They mostly rely on vibrations in the ground and auditory sensory input. Great hearing, terrible sight. Slimes are also ambush predators! They’re slow, but they’ll eat anything. If looking for meat, they’ll hide under the soil and wait for the vibrations of something with four legs. 

“And where’s Charlie? I wanted to talk to him.” Phil asked as he stepped outside. “He said he’d be here.”

Roier, Cellbit, and himself had all been in Mariana’s house for a while now—Phil being there under the assumption that Charlie would be there. 

Mariana shrugged and glanced around. “Ehh, somewhere.”

Then Juanaflippa sprinted forward and stopped on the open ground, jumping up and down. Her tiny feet pattered the ground as she skipped in circles around the open area. Bobby tilted his head in response before Richas yanked him towards the 

Phil looked to Mariana for a look of mild amusement to say it was normal, or a look of confusion to make him feel like he wasn’t going insane because—even for Flippa—this wasn’t exactly typical from his perspective.

To Phil’s surprise, however, he stepped a bit forward and began to rhythmically tap his heel against the soil. 

“Fuck-!” His heart found itself in his feet as something squeezed tight around his ankle, holding firm as he jumped away. He grabbed for a weapon as a light green hand pulled further from the ground.

A wrist, an arm, a… a goo monster.

A goo monster holding a suspiciously familiar pair of glasses.

“...Charlie?!”

His body tied itself back together, becoming more and more recognizable. They stared at each other for a minute.

“I swear I was aiming for Roier.”

Charlie, because of the core, has much better morphing and shape shifting abilities than normal Slimes. With enough observation he could literally be anyone. He’d looked at Juanaflippa so much that his Gegg looked a bit like her. The people he spends a lot of time looking at are the people he can most easily imitate.

“So you can just look… however you want?” Fit asked 

“Uh-huh.” Slime replied offhandedly, focusing on the little craft they were working on for Richas’s half birthday.

Neither of them had ever heard of a half birthday before then.

“Without effort? You don’t even have to like… try?” 

Sue him, Fit was incredibly curious. Sentient Slimes just didn’t exist, Slime was the only one he knew and would probably ever know.

He became even more curious (and slightly defensive) as Slime began to stare at him, an expression of scrutiny behind his gaze.

Then, a familiar lopsided grin and covered his face for a minute. A sloppy squishing sound resounded from behind his hands that made Fit wince.

The taller gasped as Slime’s face became uncovered.

Fit’s own face stared back at him, with only a few uncanny details astray.

“Christ, Slime! You just keep that ability all to yourself? Do you know how much trouble you could cause with that?!” He all but yelled.

Slime laughed, shifting his face back to its normal appearance. He winked before turning his head back to the project.

“Who’s to say I haven’t caused any trouble?”

Fit—from that day on—lived in fear of the people the Slime could be.

Charlie is all types of temperature sensitive. It's crazy.

Too hot, he’ll get all melty and struggle to hold his form. Leave his bones behind him and become a puddle.

 Too dry, he’ll dehydrate and crack up. It’s incredibly painful, which is why slimes tend to stick around damp, humid areas.

 Too cold, he’ll freeze, becoming a literal Slimecicle. Just like hypothermia, his fingertips, toes, and nose will turn a shade of blue first, eventually infecting the rest of his body. Also hella painful.

A good tactic if you really wanted to torture a Slime, stick them in the cold. They wouldn’t be able to stretch or morph after a while, it'll hurt like hell, and you get to decide how bad it is. GOOD STUFF

A 60 to humid 70 degrees Fahrenheit is generally ideal. The island tends to run a bit higher than that, but it’s not too extreme of a shift so he’s generally okay with some extra water.

Haha, he picked Eggxile in a place that was out of his comfort zone, just cause he knew he didn’t deserve comfort. He sent himself to a place that was too hot and too dry for a Slime. That's fun.

Uhh, that’s really all I can think of for right now, but I’ll repost this anytime I add to it :DD If you’ve got any headcanons you wanna talk about or you wanna talk about mine, please do!! I’ll literally talk for hours, you have no idea

LOVE YOU BYEE <33

[kar01an3-13wizz]

Just forgot to show that silly gal. YESS THERE'S ALL OF HER APPEARENCES HEHE IF YOU WANNA DO FANART FEEL FREE TO DO FANART. <3

Karolane's biography:

Name: Karolane

Full Name: Karolane June Lewis

Label: The Sweet and Chill Anime Girl

Nationality: French/British

Aliases: Karo, Karo-chan, Tori, Tori-chan

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 16-17

Height: 4'11 (150 cm)

Species: Human

Subspecies: Neko/Demon

Sexuality: Bisexual/Asexual

Appearence: Karolane has brown hair tied to a ponytail with a white ribbon, she has blue eyes, she has freckles on her face with a scar on her left eye, she wears a school uniform, a white sock with pink stripes on her right foot, and a rainbow sock shorter than the left sock, on the left foot. She also has black shoes.

In her demon form, she has the same outfit but she has light purple skin, with small black horns, with big bat wings, she also has a demon tail. She has claws, red glowing eyes and sharp teeths.

In Total Dramarama, Karolane's outfit is inspired by Hello Kitty, due to the small red ribbon.

In Total Drama Reunion, her outfit is inspired by Hatsune Miku. She has two long pigtails tied to blue ribbons, she has a small mic, she wears a sailor shirt with a blue bow, she has blue ribbons on her arms, she wears fishnet tights on her arms, she has a ring on her right middle finger, she also wears a black skirt witha blue belt, sha wears long blue striped socks, with black shoes and blue leggings.

In her swimsuit, she wears a rainbow patterned two-piece swimsuit, with pink and white laces, and with purple hearts on the top and on the bottom. Her swimsuit reveals her black-polished nails, and her three heart-shaped birthmarks on her thigh.

Mental disorders: She has ADHD, PTSD, arachnophobia, depression, athazagoraphobia, social anxiety, school phobia, obsessive love disorder, schizophrenia, autism, insomnia, dissociative syndrome, Peter Pan syndrome, hyperventilation, Balint syndrome and dementia.

Personnality: Karolane is a kind-hearted, sweet, kind of a cat personnality, tsundere, yandere girl. She's also very dumb and her brain never works.

Karolane's interests:

Likes: Animes, cats, drawing, videogames, eating, sleeping, cosplay, baby-doll style, Ezekiel, blood, horror movies, her adoptive dad aka Chef.

Dislikes: Her disorders, being forgotten

Trivia:

◾ Karolane's is Chef's adoptive daughter.

◾ Karolane's BFF is Euphoria (by @jovialeuphoria).

◾ When Karolane starts being insane, she's in her demon form, and red glitchy eyes.

◾ She's friends with everyone in the island, especially Scary Girl, Sadie and Katie.

◾ She doesn't know what's emotions.

◾ She naturally has a cat mouth.

◾ Her love interest is Ezekiel.

◾ The cat is her favorite animal.

◾ She has A LOT of cat plushies.

◾ She's a cosplayer.

◾ She's very popular due to her kindness and her cosplays.

◾ Karolane's bedroom only has Ezekiel images. There's a wall with Ezekiel's face, she has t-shirts of Ezekiel, she even has a BIG shrine of him. She also has his toothbrush, a photo of Ezekiel, an empty can of Ezekiel, and a lot more of him.

◾ Karolane's is 17 years old.

◾ In Total Drama Reunion, she's married to Ezekiel.

◾ She's homeschooled since more than 2 years, due to school phobia.

◾ Her birthday is the 4th of September.

◾ She's 4'11 tall.

◾ She's obssessed with Ezekiel.

◾ She's a tsundere and a yandere.

◾ She won all the TDi seasons.

◾ She has a lot of hallucinations.

◾ She can be really depressed a lot.

◾ When Ezekiel isn't here, she instantly cries.

◾ When Duncan makes jokes about Ezekiel "d3ad" or other jokes about Ezekiel, Karolane cries until and when Ezekiel come in, but sometimes, when Ezekiel is here, she's still crying.

◾ She can have horrible visions about Ezekiel, like seeing Ezekiel with another girl or other things like that.

◾ Her parents abandonned her when she was a baby, and she's now adopted by Chef.

◾ She's afraid of spiders.

◾ She's a sugar addict.

◾ Her favorite drink is bubble tea.

◾ She loves animes.

◾ She's not really human, she's a neko when in love or a demon when psycho or angry.

Powers/Abilities: Immortality, Telepathy, Flying, and more.

[slyvester101]

Mer and Avian au but Freelancers as birds! Part two of this post

Wash

Barn owl: mostly cream white feathers with dark gray fading on the tips. Wings are large and powerful, which is good since he likes swimming. Do not be fooled, it takes a lot of effort to keep himself afloat once his wings are wet and they take forever to dry. Often shakes like a cat to get the water off. Also has a fairly long tail, often mistaken for part of his wing. Before his growth spurt, he would trip on his tail a lot.

Has bird-like feet: legs “warp” into the bones of his talons starting around his knees. They’re as thick as his normal legs, just covered in a protective layer. Has five long toes (one sticking from the back of his foot so he can grab fish) with claws at the end.

Has gray eyes that can see in the dark (preferred) but can still enjoy the sun (usually needs protective gear when it’s particularly bright)

Carolina

Peregrine Falcon: Dark grey wings with white strips on her inner feathers. Similarly shaped feet as Wash but with four toes instead of five and with much larger and sharper talons.

Fastest of the flock, but can’t swim for shit. Mainly hunts on land and comes out to the coast to fly with friends and challenge Tex to swimming competitions (she always loses). 

Part of her wing was injured in an accident that took York’s eyesight, Maine’s voice, and gave Wash the scar that runs down his face. Must take constant care of her wing or it tightens up and makes it hard to fly and decreases her reaction time.

 Currently being courted by York

York

Golden Pheasant: Bright gold wings and tail with red and black accents. His wings aren’t very big, but he has a very long tail that is prettily patterned and takes much care to maintain. His feathers wrap around his shoulders and neck like a scarf and are similarly patterned to his tail.

Can technically fly, but his wings aren’t meant for air time like the others so most of his time is spent on the ground watching. He’s also mostly grounded because of an accident that left him blind in one eye, so his depth perception is shit. This makes it hard to hunt, so he takes to eating more berries, leaves, and leaving traps for prey to fall into. 

Is courting Carolina by making her yummy food, building her very nice nests, and helping her take care of her wings.

North

Hummingbird (specifically purple-throated mountain gem): Wings are a metallic deep purple with dark green feathers lining the inner wing. Wings are very flexible and move very fast despite North’s large size. 

Chugs nectar on the daily and would probably chug honey down too if it weren’t so thick. Doesn’t mind eating the meat his friends catch, but he prefers sweeter and lighter food.

Actually not that hyper despite the stereotypes about hummingbirds and spends a lot of time napping and relaxing with York on the ground as their friends fly around.

South

Hummingbird (specifically purple-throated mountain gem): Lighter purple wings that shimmer more blue in the sun with yellow-green lining the inside of her wing. Wings work similarly to North’s but she is much faster than he is.

Fits the hyperactive stereotype of hummingbirds but is just as likely to crash after a day spent flying because she loses her energy quickly. 

Tries to make up for this by eating a lot of food, including the meats her brother is picky about. Often called a scavenger at heart because of the way she hunches when she’s sitting and the way she chokes down her food.

Connie

Robin: Grey wings that shine orange-red in the sun. One of the smaller birds of the flock, but stays in the middle when it comes to speed. Her legs look similar to Wash and Carolina but hers are grey instead of orange. 

Is the most active when the sun’s out and is always trying to get the others to fly/hunt with her. Sings the prettiest out of the flock and can be heard twittering basically all day. If you need to find Connie, just listen for her signature song.

Maine

Vulture (Who was gonna tell me there are so many vultures? Holy heck that’s a lot of species of one bird): Has the biggest fucking wings ever, even when folded in, he has to be careful not to get them caught on anything. They are mostly dark grey, but he has white feathers from his youth that never changed colors. 

Maine’s voice is very deep and very rough due to his unique voice box. However, his voice gets fucked up after an accident and can only really communicate in grunts and hisses, and even then those are limited if he doesn’t want to fuck up his voice even more. 

It takes a lot of work and energy for him to flap his wings, which means getting in the air is hard, but once he’s up he can glide around for hours at a time without rest. He’s decent at hunting since he can just swoop down and crush his prey under his feet, but he prefers scavenging as has large hoards of preserved meats he’s picked up. He really likes jerky.

Wyoming

Peacock: Wings are very colorful and patterned. Inner wings are white and black stripped and are the colors that are seen when his wings are pulled in. His outer wings are orange and dark grey with a little strip of blue. His tail is obviously the main attraction, long and blue and green with the ends of these holding the eye shaped feathers that entrance and impress. 

Can fly, but prefers not to because it messes up his feathers and is kind of clumsy because of his tail. Also very vocal and likes singing with Connie. You can often hear them calling back and forth when Connie is flying and Wyoming is on the ground. 

A surprisingly good hunter that likes to play with his food before killing and eating it. As long as he doesn’t get his feathers dirty, there’s no prey that can hide from him for long. It’s for this reason he likes hunting with Florida so much

Florida

Secretary Bird: Light blue-grey feathers on his inner wing with Dark blue-grey feathers on his outer wing. Has a rather large wingspan for someone his size. Has long spindly legs that mimic that of Wash, Carolina, and Connie but much thinner and a light pink color. Also has feathers on the back of his head that spread out like halo.

Likes flying a lot and can be seen souring in patterns similar to a vulture when he spots something he likes/thinks is interesting (very often found circling Wyoming). That being said, he mostly hunts with Wyoming on the ground and they play cat and mouse with their food. 

When not flying, can often be found perched next to Wyoming or on top of Maine. He thinks it’s very amusing to stare at people with his big ole’ black eyes that seem to see into your soul. He freaks people out a little bit.

[cha0s-boyy]

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[ID: six digital reference sheets of anthro canines. each has two 3/4 view fullbodies, one showing the characters' fronts and the other their backs. they all have a name at the top, notes around the characters, and an info panel in the middles 1. Ringo! he has mostly white fur, mint green ears and tail, black forearms, lower legs, and x-markings on his snout and back, and violet around his eyes. the notes say, "notch in ear from barfight," "drunk," "narrow shoulders," "wide hips," and "big tail." the info is: coyote, male (cis) he/any, the pan flag, the saggitarius symbol, 5 foot 7, and 160 lbs. the background is pale violet and has an overlay of alcohol being poured. 2. Laurel. she has pale peachy fur, with large darker splotches on her snout and lower back and thighs, pale pink skin, and pale blue eyes. she also has human-like hair the same color as her markings. the notes say, "finger waves," "usually wears choker," "moderate bust," and "long feathered fur." the info is: coyote, female (cis) she/her, the bi flag, the gemini symbol, 5 foot 6, and 140 lbs. the background is pale pink and has an overlay of bubbles in a sparkling drink. 3. Freck. he has mostly white fur, with a light gray head and tail with small white spots on his snout and tail, and blue skin and eyes. the notes say, "thick spiky fur" and "spots only on base and tip of tail." the info is: wolf, male (cis) he/him, a pride flag with a black and white striped hetero base flag overlayed by a heart with the bi flag, the cancer symbol, 6 foot 0, and 240 lbs. the background is pale blue and has an overlay of a cloud of powder or dust. 4. Reline. he has mostly red fur, with a yellow on his chin, chest, tail tip, fingers, and toes, and black Xs on his cheeks, upper arms, and thighs. he also has yellow eyes and skin. the notes say, "sleek fur," "Xs face out" (on the arms), and "Xs on knees." the info is: jackal, male (cis) he/him, a pride flag that is split bi and ace-spectrum as the base and overlayed by a heart with the aro flag, the taurus symbol, 5 foot 9, and 130 lbs. the background is pale yellow and has an overlay of oil spilled on a corroded surface. 5. cyx. she has mostly beige fur, with orange ringed by white on her ears, muzzle, and paws, a gray tail, and gray skin and eyes. the notes say, "smokes," "normally wears leather jacket," "small bust," and "muscular." the info is: fox, female (cis) she/any, the bi flag, the scorpio symbol, 5 foot 2, and 130 lbs. the background is pale peach and has an overlay of wisps of smoke. 6. Smoke Alarm. he has dark gray and black fur, and dark red skin and eyes. he also has human-like hair, styled forward somewhere between a faux-hawk and emo bangs. the notes say, "scar on left cheek," "mane of hair," "muscular," "arm band hides gear," and "thick fur." the info is: wolf, male (cis) he/him, the ally flag, the virgo symbol, 6 foot 2, and 220 lbs. the gender, pronouns, and flag all have other things written behind them but scribbled out. the background is pale red-brown and has an overlay of billowing smoke. /end ID]

[neatfrog]

Marlina Delgado

She was created for Fallout 4 by my lovely spouse @rmilkies, and is originally how our OCs began to interact when we first met on here (I was like ‘Boldizsár needs a girlfriend’ and they were like ‘hang on I got one’).

More character info below cut

As mentioned above, she was an existing OC that ends up becoming a friend/love interest of Boldizsár. She originally meets the twins in Goodneighbor while trading, and they cross paths again a few years later after the twins have been in the Gunners for a while.

(she was supposed to just be a temporary love interest, but they ended up being so cute together we didn’t have the heart to ever break them up so they’re just married forever now)

(28 during the events of Fallout 4)

Traits/Behaviors

Terrible with using guns (bad aim bad luck doesn’t even aim right), loves working with and repairing them

Works as a mechanic at the Red Rocket outside of Sanctuary Hills, but travels sometimes for trading purposes. Very skilled at engineering and building/maintaining/repairing weapons, machines, etc

Could absolutely get a car working again idk why no one in 200+ years has apparently tried that

Great in a fistfight! Also with melee weapons

Lowest stats are Luck (3) and Charisma (2), charisma is due to being incredibly honest and frequently putting her foot in her mouth

Luck is due to the fact that @rmilkies likes to make her suffer

Brother Issues McGee 🤡

Older brother (Luis) left town when she was 10 without telling her and with no warning; he left some money and instructions for her care but nothing else

This was a terrible idea in hindsight and isn’t acknowledged until they reunite ≈20 years later

Grew up in a brothel in New Vegas, has liberal (borderline hedonistic) views about…everything

Despite that, is usually sober due to personal preference.

Killed her mom’s drug dealer for knowingly selling something tainted that caused her mom to die.

Received her burn scars from some dudes who didn’t take kindly to her denying their advances

So fucking compassionate, wants a big family to compensate for never knowing hers very well

Loves animals, is absolutely the wife that comes home with a 5th dog (or molerat) that she found wandering out on the street

Grows protective of and attached to people quickly - if they leave or something happens to them she has stronger emotions about it - really empathetic in general

Tends to dote on those she cares about - big Mommy energy

Also has a tendency to mother hen people, which can be overbearing at times

Thinks sunset sarsaparilla is superior to nuka cola and will die on that hill

She and Petra often clash due to Petra’s general nature and also the fact that Marlina (in Petra’s view/opinion) interfered and changed her relationship with her brother - Petra sees her as an outsider and threat, someone that could possibly take Boldizsár away from her (he starts rebelling and acting out around the same time they meet Marlina so Petra naturally blames it all on her)

Despite this she is aggressively nice to Petra, who eventually (very eventually) begrudgingly accepts her into their life

[prince-toffee]

I have such a specific design idea for adult Atreus/Loki that I have to talk through it with somebody.

Like I mentioned in another post, Loki's horns are inspired by Mimir's because Atreus always thought he looked cool. But the horns are also vines, they're a part of a helmet, so when the helmet opens up the horn-vines pull back running down his back. The entire armour he wears is made of 'plants' tree bark mostly, that he can move and manipulate to his fitting due to the Vanir plant magic Freya taught him over the years. Maybe he can absorb whichever tree he touches to repair the damaged pieces his armour after battle, and each tree gives him a different effect.

Maybe some moss on the tree bark as well, mushrooms and flowers growing from it. Maybe a mossy back from which he can grow mistletoe arrows.

He has a cape, more exactly Freya's feather cloak, which allows her to transform into a falcon. In Norse myths Loki steals it from her, in here she gifts it to him.

His helmet mask has a skeletal design in honour of his daughter Hel, who always felt freakish when other kids were scared of her because the left side of her face looked like that of a corpse. So in a small step of many by Atreus and Angrboda to try to normalise it in their lives he decided to wear her face proudly on his journeys. Atreus goes from land to land helping gods and mortals alike, so the face becomes a symbol of good rather than fear.

Under the helmet Atreus has plenty of scars. He grows out his hair (I love that voiceline in the game). He has a mirror tattoo of the one Kratos has, only in yellow, his mother's colour, and on the right, not left like Kratos. After a deadly confrontation, a Mjiolnir to the face or what not, the left side of his face becomes horrendously scared. He doesn't mind. He jokes to his worried daughter, 'Hey, at least we match now, right?' The conversation ends with a warm hug. Atreus is a big hugger and carrier, Hel barely walks on her own, he just carries her everywhere.

On his chest plate, near his heart, he wears the Huldra Brothers family brand. Sindri disapproves of course. But it's a constant reminder to Atreus of his failures, to be better.

He wears high-heels, which are light elf crystals so he can form light bridges wherever he walks. It'd be a fun mechanic if his block was a kick, where he kicks his leg high in the air and it creates a barrier as it trails the foot. Not married to this idea, but I think it's neat.

He'd obviously inherits the axe. But Leviathan is the name of Loki's wand/staff in Norse Mythology so maybe the axe is broken, and then reforged into a staff, and Sindri's forgiveness arc can be weaved in with that. His obviously still has his bow and arrows, maybe he can run a chunk of Mjolinir across the bow string to create weather-arrows, helps with watering crops.

It'd be neat if his fighting styles represented his 'children' Fenrir, Jormie, Hel. Sharp wolf claws on his fingers. Choke holds and strangulation (you know, like a snake). And then for Hel he just lifts up Baby Hel and her touch desingrates enemies on contact... or something, I don't know.

Anyway, bye!

[perfectlysplendidflora]

“ Dead doesn’t mean gone. ” 

character name:

[flora gabrielle wingrave]

nicknames:

[flo, flower, princess, etc.]

age:

[19]

occupation:

[waitress at a local diner by evening, horticulture student by day]

hometown:

[originally from essex, moved to bly manor on crockett island when she was ten.]

appearance:

[hair: light to dark brown eyes: baby blue height: 5'6" scars: one prominent scar on her wrist from a night when she was found by the lake at bly, but nothing else]

style:

[flora prefers softer, oversized clothes, things that are comfortable and flowy. when she was younger she wore dresses but now she prefers leggings]

personality traits:

[weirdness -- flora is a more than a little strange and into some weird stuff. ghost stories and big foot sightings and UFO blogs, true crime podcasts. sweetness -- she's got a big heart and a lot of compassion, she never judges anyone for anything and can make conversation with absolutely anyone chameleon-ing -- flora tends to copy the people around her, out of a desire to fit in. she doesn't always mean to, and sometimes it's harmless, like picking up a new word or listening to new music. but it can get her into trouble at times.]

background:

[flora's parents died when she was young, leaving her in the care of an extremely wealthy but incredibly distant uncle. mostly she was raised by servants, nannies, and tutors, some of whom she's still close with to this very day. some of whom were her only friends, because her privileged position on the island left her ill-equipped to connect with anyone very deeply]

hobbies/interests:

[flora enjoys gardening, growing plants of all kinds, reading mysteries and romance novels, and playing guitar]

skills/talents:

[flora is naturally personable, though she struggles to connect one on one. she's also fairly skilled at solving puzzles and loves to tell stories to the younger kids on crockett.]

quirks/habits:

[flora is very good at blocking out background noise, or even someone talking directly to her, and can sometimes 'zone out' completely. she likes to braid a strand of her hair over and over, especially when she's nervous. sometimes she acts like a totally different person, especially if she's tagging along with a group. on her own she tends to be very quiet.]

favorite things:

[food: soup made by owen, music: taylor swift, flower: calla lily, school subject: art and history, season: late summer, drink: root beer]

relationship status:

[single]

goals/dreams:

[flora dreams of connecting deeply with somebody, with finding someone who can really understand her]

challenges/obstacles:

[her privileged upbringing has left her naive and sometimes embarrassingly out-of-touch. she can talk to anybody, but struggles to maintain a friendship because she can seem snobby or rude when she's really just... distracted. by all the thoughts in her head, the ones that remind her how alone she feels, like all of the time. she doesn't know how to switch it off, but sometimes she thinks she'd do anything if she could. that she'd be able to do anything -- or that she would do anything to make it stop. maybe both. ]

strengths:

[flora is kind and principled, she has a strength of character that few people do. when she's sure of herself, she can be very brave, even if she's the only one standing there. she wants to do well and be liked very badly, and it's made her an extremely friendly person]

weaknesses:

[flora can often be unsure of herself, and her desire to fit in can sometimes lead her to taking on other people's personality traits. while she's not afraid to stand alone, she doesn't enjoy it and will do almost anything to try and fit in with a group, which often leads her to embarrassing herself. she can be naive and easily tricked, especially because she loves to see the best in people. ]

backstory:

[flora's always been weird and shy and easily tricked and easily scared, and she played with toys a little longer than other kids on the island and she grew up kind of sheltered. and she grew up kind of alone, except for her brothers and the servants. it was weird, so she's kind of weird. sweet, but strange. she tries not to be, but she can't help it. the weird always comes through and she always ends up doing something that makes everyone wanna sit on the other side of the diner, in any section except hers. ]

current situation:

[currently, flora has decided to take on a job during the evenings. a normal, every day, regular-person job because she can totally be a regular person. that's the goal. regular-ing it up!]

poe poem :

[alone from childhood’s hour i have not been as others were—i have not seen as others saw— ]

theme song:

[ seven by taylor swift, folklore ]

song lyric:

i was too scared to jump in but i, i was high in the sky with pennsylvania under me are there still beautiful things?

graphic credit:

[psd template by poeticfleurx]

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐇𝐏𝐇𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄: 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧

warnings: mentions of death, dementia, WW2, and parental abandonment

✧ IDENTITY ✧

Full Name: Ruth Abigail Rosen

Nicknames: Ruthie 

Name Meanings: Ruth → Hebrew, “compassionate friend” ; Abigail → Hebrew, “my father is joyful”  ; Lyman → Dutch, “beloved man” or English, “meadow-dweller.” 

Date of Birth: July 17, 1973

Gender: Female ; she/her

Sexuality: Heterosexual 

Blood Status: Half-blood 

Nationality: Irish 

Residence: Dublin, Ireland (birth to 4) ; Rosen Bakery, Dublin, Ireland (4 to 25) ; Dublin, Ireland (25 to 35) ; County Donegal, Ireland (35 to death)

✧ APPEARANCE ✧

Hogwarts Faceclaim: Millie Bobby Brown

Adult Faceclaim: TBD, but suggestions are welcome! Preferably an actress between 30 and 35, but can go up to age 40. 

Height: 5’4” 

Build: Average

Hair: Brown hair that is either left down, in a ponytail, braided, or in a bun

Eye Color: Brown

Scarring:

Childhood & Hogwarts: Ruth has a small scar on her right knee from falling off a bike at the age of seven.

Post-Second War & Adulthood: None

Modifications: (glasses, piercings, tattoos, etc.) Ruth’s ears are pierced.

Other Distinguishing Marks: Ruth has a small birthmark on the heel of her left foot. 

Clothing Style: Jeans ; skirts ; t-shirts ; blouses ; sweaters ; sweatshirts ; jeans ; dresses ; Mary Janes ; sneakers ; plaid shirts

Accessories: A charm bracelet ; a necklace with a Star of David pendant ; a locket from her grandmother ; a wristwatch

What’s in Her Pockets: Her wand ; money 

What’s in Her School Bag: Textbooks ; a novel ; quills, parchment, ink ; Spiral notebooks ; pens and pencils ; a water bottle ; chapstick

✧ SPEECH & LANGUAGE ✧

Voiceclaim: Nicola Coughlan 

Accent: Irish 

Dialect: Connaught 

Languages Spoken: English, Yiddish, some Hebrew 

Languages Understood: English, Yiddish, Hebrew

✧ PERSONALITY ✧

MBTI Type: INFJ — the advocate 

⤷ An Advocate (INFJ) is someone with the Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging personality traits. They tend to approach life with deep thoughtfulness and imagination. Their inner vision, personal values, and a quiet, principled version of humanism guide them in all things.

Enneagram Type: 8w9 — the bear 

⤷ The Eight wing Nine type is an Eight who has similar features as the Type Nine Peacemaker. They are confident, calm, and generally more patient than other Eights.

Positive Traits: Intelligent, creative, insightful, compassionate, kind, wise 

Neutral Traits: Principled, passionate, curious, idealistic, altruistic, reserved 

Negative Traits: Stubborn, perfectionist tendencies, somewhat conflict averse, has high expectations for those around her 

Common Stressors: Exams ; low grades ; her own expectations 

Comforting Things: Her own expectations ; baking ; reading ; writing 

Interests & Hobbies: Reading, writing, baking, cooking, 

Description: Ruth always strives to put her best foot forward, whether that’s in her duties as a prefect, her academics, or helping in her family’s bakery. She also tries to help others out whenever she can, which includes tutoring younger students in charms, her best and favorite class. Ruth does come off as aloof and a little stuck-up at first, but she’s just reserved and that sometimes hides her big heart. In general, Ruth is kind, intelligent, principled, and compassionate.

✧ MAGIC ✧

Wand: Ruth’s wand is made of poplar wood with a unicorn tail hair core and is 11 inches with a springy flexibility.

⤷ Poplar wands relied upon consistency, strength and uniform power, and were always the happiest when working with a witch or wizard of clear moral vision. The existence of these wands and its owners was cited as evidence against a myth that poplar wands never chose politicians.

Other Magical Abilities: None 

Patronus: Woodmouse 

Patronus Memory: Her grandmother teaching her how to make latkes for the first time when she was eight 

Boggart: A banshee 

Riddikulus: The banshee is unable to shriek and changes from a green-ish tint to purple 

Amortentia:

Ruth smells like vanilla, strawberries, ink, and parchment.

Ruth smells old books, latkes, leather, and sandalwood. 

Mirror of Erised: Ruth sees herself with people she loves and with some signs of success.

✧ HOGWARTS ✧

House: Ravenclaw 

OWL Classes:

Astronomy — Exceeds Expectations 

Charms — Outstanding 

Defense Against the Dark Arts — Exceeds Expectations

Flying — Poor

Herbology — Outstanding 

History of Magic — Acceptable 

Potions — Outstanding 

Transfiguration — Outstanding 

OWL Electives:

Arithmancy — Outstanding

Care of Magical Creatures — Acceptable

NEWT Classes:

Arithmancy — Outstanding

Charms — Outstanding

Herbology — Acceptable

Potions — Exceeds Expectations

Transfiguration — Exceeds Expectations 

Extracurriculars: Prefect in her fifth to seventh year ; charms club

✧ EMPLOYMENT ✧

Affiliations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry ; numerous wizarding families ; a publishing company to be named 

Professions:

Age 17 to 24 & 25 to 32 - Tutoring pre-Hogwarts aged children

Age 24 to 92 - Children’s book author

Age 32 to 57 - Charms professor at Hogwarts, teaching first through fourth years

Age 57 to 92 - Charms professor at Hogwarts, teaching all grades 

✧ FAMILY ✧

Father: Gabriel Seth Lyman

Gabriel was born in Dublin on October 17, 1945 as the only child of Naomi and Judah Lyman. He had a happy childhood, which was full of love. His parents were kind and firm and loving, and Gabriel was able to make a few good friends, mostly those within the small Jewish community. However, Gabriel never truly connected with being religious and was more interested in Judaism as a cultural force, especially growing up post-WW2. At the age of 18, Gabriel began university while studying accounting and business, in order to help his parents with their family bakery. He graduated with honors. 

At the age of twenty-one, Gabriel met Abigail Abrahamson, when they were introduced by mutual friends. They built up an acquaintanceship until they were forced to partner together in a couples competition when Gabriel was twenty-three. That was the start of their romantic relationship, as it began when Gabriel asked Abigail to dinner after they’d won the competition. They dated for four years, as Abigail was always a little apprehensive about marriage, and Gabriel proposed when he was twenty-seven and she was twenty-five. They were married in early 1972, and a little over a year later, their daughter, Ruth, was born on July 17, 1973.

However, Gabriel’s marriage began falling apart in 1976, after Abigail’s parents died suddenly. Gabriel did his best to support his wife, but after eighteen months of trying to fix their marriage, Gabriel agreed to a divorce in 1978. Things didn’t get better for Gabriel, as his father, Judah, began to experience memory problems which eventually turned into a dementia diagnosis and in 1979, Gabriel and Ruth moved into his childhood home to help his mother, Naomi, care for his father and run the family bakery. 

In 1980, Gabriel’s father passed away after suffering a severe fall. He was heartbroken by the death of his father, but stayed strong for his mother and daughter. Gabriel loved them dearly, and he was grateful for the moments that his mother decided to handle Ruth, so that he could have his grief. He also became deeply involved in the bakery after his father’s death, especially the business and accounting side. The only time the bakery ever closed long-term was in 1997 and 1998, when Gabriel, Naomi, and Ruth were in hiding during the second wizarding war. 

Gabriel never remarried, but remained a doting grandfather for his three grandchildren: Seth, Naomi, and Ciaran. 

Ruth adores her father. He is her rock and she is very close to him. He has always been there, and Ruth knows that she can count on him for anything. He is her example of what a man should be. 

Faceclaim: Max Greenfield 

Mother: Abigail Rebecca Goldberg née Abrahamson 

Abigail was born in Dublin, Ireland, on April 25, 1947 to Noah and Beth Abrahamson. She had a happy childhood full of love and a very close relationship with both of her parents. She had a small group of close friends, and sometimes shied away from romantic relationships especially as a teenager. She began university at age 18, studying art history and graduated with honors.

At the age of nineteen, Abigail met Gabriel Lyman through mutual friends. They struck up an acquaintanceship, being the only single people amongst their mutual friends, and that stuck around for two years. When she was twenty-one, Abigail was partnered with Gabriel during a couples competition and after they won, Gabriel asked her to dinner. Abigail accepted and they dated for four years, as Abigail was rather apprehensive about taking the step to marriage. But Gabriel proposed when Abigail was twenty-five and she accepted. They had a small, low-key wedding and a little over a year later, their only daughter, Ruth was born.

Things were okay for a little bit, but in 1979, Abigail’s parents both suddenly passed away. Abigail fell into a depression and her marriage began to fall apart. Despite spending eighteen months trying to fix their marriage, Abigail agreed to a divorce in 1978. After the divorce, Abigail remained in Dublin for the next six months, but the grief and memories in Dublin were oppressing and she decided to emigrate. She discussed her decision with her ex-husband and his mother, who were both supportive as long as Abigail continued to stay in touch with Ruth and find a way to explain her decision to her daughter. Abigail agreed and in 1980, she emigrated to the United States, leaving a detailed letter for her daughter and hoping that Ruth would one day understand.

Abigail moved in with one of her cousins, who had emigrated years earlier and eventually met a man named Aaron Goldberg, whom she fell in love with. Abigail wrote letters to Ruth every two weeks, never expecting a reply and rarely got replies. Every month, though, Abigail would ring the Lyman household and talk to her daughter, even though the conversations were never that deep. 

However, Abigail’s relationship with Ruth didn’t begin to mend until 2010, when Ruth was pregnant for the second time. Abigail and Aaron had come over to Ireland after receiving an invitation from Ruth. Abigail met her grandson, Seth, and her son-in-law, Conor. She liked them and slowly began rebuilding her relationship with her daughter in a more equitable way. 

Grandmother: Naomi Elizabeth Lyman née Cohen [1922-2006]

Naomi was born in 1922. She spent the first sixteen years of her life in the area that is now known as the Czech Republic. She had a generally happy childhood, with a lot of love. However, when the Munich Agreement occurred in 1938, Naomi grew up quickly and her family left Czechoslovakia as quickly as they could and her family then dispersed. The majority of her family managed to reach the United States and Canada, while others went to England. Naomi’s immediate family settled in Dublin, Ireland. Naomi liked the city of Dublin.

However, in 1940, Naomi visited a bakery to buy a loaf of Challah bread for her family’s dinner and met Judah Lyman, then a cashier. They struck up a quiet friendship, which eventually became romantic. Naomi married Judah in 1942, and was blissfully happy. Three years after marrying, their only child, Gabriel, was born in 1945, after WWII had ended. In 1950, Naomi and Judah took over the majority ownership of his family’s bakery. Naomi adored working in the bakery, especially the baking part. 

In 1973, Naomi’s only grandchild, Ruth, was born. Naomi doted on the little girl, loving her endlessly. She began another rock for the little girl, especially during Gabriel and Abigail’s divorce. 

In 1978, Naomi’s husband began experiencing memories and he was eventually diagnosed with dementia. Gabriel and Ruth then moved back home, adding a levity to the home and giving Naomi some much needed help with Judah’s care and the bakery. When Judah passed in 1980, Naomi was heartbroken but in a way relieved, because Judah would never have the chance to truly forget her. She knows the only reason that she got through it was her beloved son, her darling granddaughter, and the bakery. 

In January of 2006, Naomi passed away, peacefully in her sleep, at the age of 84. She would never learn that her great-granddaughter was named after her.

Ruth adored her grandmother and her grandmother adored her. They had a fierce bond, which carried on even in death. Ruth really looked up to her grandmother and was very happy to know that her grandmother was deeply proud of her. 

Grandfather: Judah Seth Lyman [deceased, 1920-1980]

Judah was born in 1920 as the third of five children. He spent the first eighteen years of his life in the Netherlands and he had a very good childhood there. However, in 1938 and the Munich Agreement, Judah and his family decided to leave the Netherlands out of fear. Due to being 18, Judah decided to settle in Dublin, Ireland, with his mother’s sister’s family, while the rest of his family settled in Canada. Judah loved working in his aunt and uncle’s bakery, which they had decided to open upon reaching Dublin. 

It was the bakery that enabled Judah to meet the lovely Naomi Cohen, who had come in one day to buy a loaf of Challah bread. They quickly struck up a friendship, which turned romantic and Judah married Naomi in 1942. Three years later, their only child, Gabriel, was born in 1945. Judah adored his son and did his best to do right by the boy. In 1950, Judah and Naomi were granted the ability to take over his family’s bakery. Judah loved the bakery with his whole heart and did his best to make it profitable and prevent it from being sold.

In 1973, Judah’s only grandchild, Ruth, was born and he was instantly smitten with the little girl. She became the apple of his eye and he was able to do things with her that he would have tried to do with a daughter. Unfortunately, this time was short lived as Judah began experiencing memory problems in 1978 and was eventually diagnosed with an early onset dementia. It was difficult for him and his family. Judah’s memory continued to worsen and in 1980, Judah passed away peacefully in the hospital after suffering a bad fall at the age of 60. 

Ruth sadly doesn’t have too many memories of her grandfather when he wasn’t suffering from dementia. She adored him, though, and her grandmother always insisted that her presence lightened up her grandfather.

Faceclaim: Richard Schiff

Pets: 

Childhood: An owl named Athena 

Adulthood: A yellow Labrador retriever named Maudie

✧ ROMANCE & CHILDREN ✧

Love Interest: Conor Lorcan O’Donnell

⤷ Ruth first officially met Conor O’Donnell when Professor Flitwick paired them together in their fourth year. They had known of each other prior to then, but had never spoken until that moment. A friendship didn’t form until their sixth year when Ruth was tasked with helping Conor catch up on school work after he took a bludger to the head during a quidditch game. However, their friendship moved into romance in their seventh year where they shared a kiss late one night while studying and then never talked about it again. After Hogwarts, they lost touch and didn’t reconnect until 2000. They rekindled their friendship and after six months, Conor asked Ruth out on a date. She agreed and they dated for a year before Conor proposed. Ruth married Conor on January 27, 2002.

Son: Seth Lorcan O’Donnell

Ravenclaw | Keeper | Triplet | Demisexual | b. March 7, 2007

Ruth has a good relationship with her eldest son, as he takes after her more than he does Conor. Ruth tries to be quite supportive of Seth and encourages her son to find his passions in life, noting that passions can be unexpected. She is very proud of Seth and she loves her son dearly. 

Faceclaim: Jett Klyne 

Daughter: Naomi Ailis O’Donnell

Ravenclaw | Prefect | Triplet | Heterosexual | b. December 28, 2009

Ruth has a good relationship with her daughter, as she is a good mix between herself and Conor. Ruth adores his daughter and they often do things together, just the two of them. She tries to be as supportive as possible and encourages Naomi to find her passions. She is very proud of her daughter and adores her.

Faceclaim: Alisha Weir

Son: Ciaran Judah O’Donnell 

Ravenclaw | Stutters | Seeker | Triplet | Heterosexual | b. December 28, 2009

Ruth had a good relationship with her son, although he takes after Conor more than he does her. She knows that Conor understands Ciaran’s relationship with stuttering more than she does and tries to reinforce the fact that his worth isn’t tied to his ability to speak. She is very proud of her and loves him dearly. 

Faceclaim: Julian Hilliard

✧ OTHER RELATIONSHIPS ✧

Best Friends: TBD

Close Friends: TBD

Friends:

Badeea Ali

Callie Black (@cursedvaultss)

Katriona Cassiopeia (@kc-and-co)

Odhrán Donovan (@amerrymystery)

Ellie Hopper (@thatravenpuffwitch)

Tulip Karasu

Cato Reese (@catohphm)

Acquaintances:

Diego Caplan

Ben Copper

Andre Egwu

Penny Haywood

Jae Kim

Barnaby Lee

Nymphadora Tonks

Talbott Winger

Charlie Weasley 

It’s Complicated: TBD

Hogwarts Dormmates: 

Badeea Ali 

Isabelle Dubois (@endlessly-cursed)

Tulip Karasu 

Lyse Spindle (@magicallymalted) 

Academic Rivals: 

Rohan & Rowan Khanna 

Enemies: 

Death eaters

Voldemort

✧ HISTORY & BACKGROUND ✧

Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland 

Hometown: Dublin, Ireland 

Childhood: 

Born on July 17, 1973, Ruth was the only child of Gabriel and Abigail Lyman. Ruth was well-loved and was doted on by both her grandparents. However, when she was three, her maternal grandparents passed away suddenly and her parents’ marriage was on the rocks. Her parents divorced when she was nearly five in 1978. Her mother moved to the United States a few months after the divorce and shortly after Ruth and her father moved in with her paternal grandparents as her grandfather had begun experiencing memory problems. He was also diagnosed with early-onset dementia as he was under the age of 65. 

At the age of seven, in 1980, Ruth lost her grandfather. His loss was hard on her and Ruth relied a lot on her father and grandmother. They were always there for her and made Ruth’s childhood happy and stable and fun. She also had very strong bonds with both her father and grandmother. Of course, in 1984, on her eleventh birthday, Ruth was told that she was a witch and would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry in September. 

Hogwarts Years:

Upon starting Hogwarts, Ruth was sorted into Ravenclaw. It took her some time to become comfortable in the house because, while she felt confident in the academic side, Ruth struggled to connect with the other students in her house. She was a hard worker and easily achieved high marks, often rivaled for the top marks with Rohan and Rowan Khanna. Ruth became prefect in her fifth year and began finding a niche, while forming more acquaintances. She also became friends with Conor O’Donnell and occasionally helped him and his siblings out with researching the Cursed Vaults in their sixth year. 

Adulthood:

After graduating from Hogwarts, Ruth began attending a muggle university in Dublin where she studied education. Ruth loved her time in uni and began tutoring young wizarding children, which truly began in earnest after Ruth graduated from uni. She continued this profession until death eaters threatened her in 1997. 

Therefore, in August of 1997, Ruth, her father, and her grandmother were placed in a safe house. Ruth spent most of her time in the safe house and to pass the time, Ruth began writing children’s stories, thinking of her young students who had often asked her to tell them a story. Ruth was never intending them to publish but in 2000, she did, at her grandmother’s prodding. Ruth generally continued on with tutoring after the war ended. She also continued to write stories and edit the previous ones. 

In 2000, Ruth met Conor O’Donnell again and they slowly began a friendship once again. A few months later, Conor finally asked Ruth out and she agreed. He proposed in late 2001 and they married on January 27, 2000. Together, Conor and Ruth had three children, triplets: Seth Lorcan, Naomi Ailis and Ciaran Judah on December 28, 2009. 

In 2005, Ruth was offered the position of charms professor at Hogwarts. She agreed to a part-time position, teaching first through fourth years. She didn’t take on a full time position until 2030, at the age of 57. 

Old Age:

Ruth retired at the age of 92, seven years after her husband retired. She devoted the rest of her life to her grandchildren and hobbies. She also traveled more, mostly in Europe, but she managed to connect with a lot of different relatives that she hadn’t known existed. 

Death: 

Ruth passed away in her sleep at the age of 118. She lived a long and fulfilled life and she left behind three children, seven grandchildren, ten great-grandchildren, and three great-great-grandchildren.

✧ MISCELLANEOUS ✧ 

Favorite Color: Teal 

Favorite Food: Latkes 

Favorite Drink: Hot chocolate 

Favorite Weather: A warm and sunny afternoon 

Favorite Season: Spring 

Favorite Book: Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen 

Favorite Music: INXS, The Cure, R.E.M.

Dislikes: Bullies ; wet socks ; being compared to others ; music like AC/DC ; shrimp

Trivia:

Ruth is not a very religious person and doesn’t strictly follow the rules for Judaism, but still considers it to be an important aspect of her identity. She’s definitely more secular and culturally influenced than religiously, but she takes it very seriously, especially given what her grandparents went through.

Ruth discovered her love of writing during the war. That was when she began writing children’s stories. They were only meant to be a pastime while she was hiding with her father and grandmother during the war, but she quickly discovered a passion for it and continued writing them after the war ended. She also starts publishing them a few years after the war.

Ruth is a Star Wars fan and her favorite character is, unsurprisingly, Princess Leia. There was something powerful for Ruth about seeing Princess Leia kicking ass on the screen, especially because she hadn’t really seen that before she watched A New Hope. 

Important Links:

Ruth’s tag

More information about Ruth’s children, Seth, Naomi, and Ciaran

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Custom Toonami Block Week 141 Rundown

Spy X Family: So it’s time for a little character development for Damian, it’s your standard ‘he’s a later legacy character of an important family and the expectation weighs on him’ nothing special but you do kinda have to give the kid a break given he’s like six years old. Rumor is the kid that does the best in the next dodgeball game gets a Gym Badge and considering progress-wise Anya’s still stuck in Viridian Forest we really need one of those so Yor trains her how to murder a man with a dodgeball because that’ll probably be useful some day. But yeah Anya reads Damian’s mind in class and is able to tell he has layers and shit and also their opponent is legit an adult man, like he’s just some dude and they do treat him like he’s a kid but he has glasses and studies on a computer and the subtitle says he’s six so I don’t know how much of this is a joke and I’m just like ‘excuse me?’ but yeah Damian’s cronies take the hits for him and show they do have legit faith in him even if they’re all assholes. Since Anya can read the dude’s mind she can dodge all the balls but still ends up tripping so Damian has to save her and show he actually does have a heart which is cool even if it doesn’t last long. Anya tries her best to do the manslaying throw Yor taught her but you can tell just by how over-extended the buildup is that it’s not gonna work, like there’s buildup for emphasis and there’s over-buildup for comedy and they made it a bit too obvious but it’s still funny. Anyway the adult man wins but no one gets a Gym Badge because Elegance Dude’s like that’s just a dumb stupid rumor bro, but he is impressed Anya and Damian got along for five seconds even though they immediately start fighting after, but the next episode is legit called “Stella” so it’s probably not the last we’ve heard of that.

Inuyasha:. The half of the infant Kanna gave Kagura to take care of just like reverse spirit bomb’s the area he’s in and goes into a full naked teenage albino… you know, as you do. Meanwhile Inuyasha and co are still chasing Entei who has tracked down his old master Rengokuki and freed him and he fights with Inuyasha for a bit and he seems kinda strong but it’s clear without Entei Inuyasha would Wind Scar his ass in one hit but he’s still fronting just saying he’s rusty after being sealed. He goes to burn a village down and Kagura’s there getting clothes for Hakudoshi and since she’s pretty hot by demon standards Rengokuki’s like ‘marry me’ and Kagura’s just like ‘look unless you can kill Naraku or have a ten foot penis get the fuck away from me’ but dude’s not having it and chases her down but Hakudoshi interrupts them and I guess he just… found clothes on his own since Kagura never delivered them. Entei’s sick of Rengokuki’s shit and bucks him off so he can fight Hakudoshi and Hakudoshi absolutely wrecks his shit and mount’s Entei like it’s no big deal. Hakudoshi says he’s learned the extent of what killing monks and lying on their chests can teach him about the border to the afterlife so he starts cutting off demon heads to see what they can see of it. He also does his introduction to Inuyasha and because Inuyasha NEVER FUCKING USES THE RED TESSAIGA FOR SOME REASON he’s able to block the Wind Scar with a barrier, like first time I get it, you weren’t expecting a barrier but he sat there and delivered a whole ass monologue and you got ANOTHER Wind Scar off on him only to crash into the barrier again without even trying the Red Tessaiga, get it together dog boy. Anyway Hakudoshi’s a Bond Villain and just straight up tells Inuyasha that he’s trying to get the last jewel shard and flies away, so next week we’re back on filler because clearly that was too much plot development all at once (I actually checked and I only have 25 episodes of the original series left before I transition to Final Act, like that’s still 1-2 normal anime series but being that close to finishing Inuyasha considering it’s the only series still on the block from when I started it years ago is pretty neat)

Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke and Sensui are about to start their fight for real for the third time now but Real!Sensui has golden Super Saiyan energy that makes everyone that knows any better shit themselves and he breaks Yusuke’s arm like he’s holding a pair of tweezers to a cotton swab. Apparently this is a super secret technique that takes 40 years to master but Sensui used Naruto’s Shadow Clone Training cheat code to split that down and also you have to be mildly insane enough to want to change the entire world which is why Genkai could never master it because she literally cannot give a fuck, it’s basically “Super Saiyan Well-Intentioned Extremist” with two layers of chosen one protection built in. Yusuke’s still talking shit of course so Sensui blows him and Koenma back and steals the magical barrier pacifier in the process, unlucky for him Koenma reveals it’s a ranged attack and tries to seal him away. Botan goes back to Spirit World to tell Koenma Sr. what’s going on and Shizuru and Keiko see the big explosion when Sensui deflects the barrier and decide to get the hell out of dodge. But yeah Yusuke’s still pretty confident but the others reveal that he’s actually going for a Kamikaze attack, hoping that it’ll either kill Sensui or inspire his friends to flip out enough to kill Sensui on their own like Kuwabara did with Toguro, see this is what happens when you emotionally manipulate your friends into turning into sad super saiyans, they undervalue their recently restored lives and think the only way to get any powerup is to sacrifice somebody.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuji and Kento split for their divergent missions of tailing Junpei and infilitrating Mahito’s lair respectfully. Junpei’s still on the warpath to becoming a domestic terrorist while Mahito’s telling him not to worry about having a code for hating people like some sort of anime character but just do whatever your instincts and cravings tell him to and murder anyone he thinks deserves it. This results in him almost killing a teacher before Yuji steps in and defuses the situation by pantsing the guy, a solution beautiful in its elegant simplicity. Meanwhile Kento fights Mahito and Mahito reveals his power is to alter the soul of anybody he touches and since the soul and body are linked that’s how you get cronenberg monsters so he can basically mold flesh into whatever shape he wants, including his own which lets him heal and/or basically become Sun Eater and turn into part animal. Kento hits his eight hour workday time limit and is like “Well since I can’t punch out I’ll just have to punch YOU out motherfucker’ so that’s pretty cool.

Chainsaw Man: Well now that we’ve had a big defeat, it’s training arc time! Denji and Power pay their respects to Aki almost dying and get his pseudo-girlfriend killed by only stealing most of his shit when he wakes up. Denji has a mild existential crisis that he’s not upset at all about Himeno’s death and isn’t entirely sure if it’s because he’s a Devil now or he’s just a maladjusted antisocial asshole but I’m betting on the latter. It’s funny how he says even in the worst case he’d only be upset for three days and then just go back to how he was like he really is just a dog. Makima takes Denji and Power (also sidenote but Denji has started calling Power ‘Powey’ and I’m not sure if it’s a genuine sign of affection or mocking her lack of creativity naming her cat but I am here for it) to train with Himeno’s Master who’s basically Hamish from Hunger Games on crack and his strategy is ‘you guys can’t die so I’m gonna kill you over and over until you suck less’ which… does not seem to be working. Though it does get Power and Denji to try using strategy which works a lot better than I thought it would but still not very well. Meanwhile Aki gets letters from Himeno’s sister that Himeno sent her and sees how they gradually start talking about him more and more and it kinda hits him how worried she was about him and now he can’t use his Fox Devil or his Curse Devil powers because he’s run out of shit worth giving them for them to put up with his shit so the HQ guys take him to Public Safety’s very own SCP facility to make a new contract with the Future Devil, ironic considering he only has two years to live and basically nothing to give.

Ranking of Kings: Bojji;s training is finally complete and we get to see his weapon of choice and it’s… a rapier! Honestly that made me smile when I saw it because that jus makes perfect sense for him and the silly big sheathe they gave him for it is really cute. Kage’s not entirely sure about this but Despa tells Bojji to have faith in himself and that his best friend should have faith in him too. They go out to eat to celebrate and get into a bar fight with three troll brothers and Bojji takes them out with pressure point attacks that are designed to disorient and knock people out but can kill too apparently if it calls for it. Now if you’re a cynical asshole like me you expect this all to be a trick by Despa to at best boost Bojji’s confidence with some actors throwing a fight or at worst trying to rip Bojji off by giving him fake training and pretending it worked so he can make off with the money. But turns out this series is not so cynical and the fight WAS a set up by Despa but it was also quite real and Bojji did really beat them on his own. Also apparently there’s a super secret technique Bojji still has tucked under his vest that Despa hopes he won’t have to use too often. Kage talks to Bojji about how the giant snake dude taught him to dodge and shit in a way Abridged!Piccolo would be proud of but also since snake and snake dude are connected then Snake Dude may have been right about the kingdom being under some kind of conspiracy and in danger. Kage asks if Bojji wants to go back home to help and I think it kinda hits for the first time for Bojji that somebody he loves tried to have him killed and he’s not entirely sure who. Kage straight-up asks if he thinks Hilling tried to murder him and the thought breaks Bojji but Kage remembers his own mom and seeing Hilling literally throw herself off a cliff for Bojji and knows it can’t be the case and berates Bojji and himself for even thinking such a thing. Bojji beats some sense into himself and agrees that he’s gonna go back home. Meanwhile some knight dude’s in jail eatin rats idk.

Vinland Saga: With most of the Danish army retreated, Thorkell’s bridge is at a standstill with Prince Canute being a devout Christian and unlike 99% of Christians throughout history he takes that ‘Thou Shalt Not Kill’ and ‘Do onto others’ shit seriously and doesn’t want to fight so they’re basically biding time until his dad tells him to go home. Meanwhile Thorfinn’s having a minor existential crisis in his dreams where he’s at home with his family but he’s also in England instead of Iceland and his dad’s like “Your mom and sister miss you, bro is murder and pillaging the way you want to spend your life, I don’t give a crap if you avenge me’ and Thorfinn immediately wakes up and forgets his father’s wishes like he presumably has for the past five or so years. Askeladd’s men are just kinda pillaging random small English towns and getting kinda rammy, like they kinda lost motivation to follow the main force and got distracted with random pillaging because they’re a bunch of dumbasses that don’t like taking orders but that’s what happens when your army’s like 40% pirates. Thorfinn finds Askeladd and tells him off for treating him like he’s just another crewmember when he’s actively trying to kill him and Askeladd’s just like ‘cool story bro’ and then proceeds to talk about how he’s getting old and how even great civilizations get old and die like the Romans and how Ragnarok is coming and the rise and fall of things is the way of change. They get visited by a messenger from Canute’s army who apparently were wiped out by Thorkell and  Canute was taken hostage and Thorkell’s on a mission with 500 of his best men to go charge the main force because if a good fight’s not gonna find him then god damn he’s gonna find it. So the messenger’s calling up everyone he meets to come fight Thorkell’s legion and make a charge to save the Prince. So of course Askeladd fucking beheads the guy and tells his men they’re gonna run into a battle where they’re outnumber five to one and take the Prince for ransom themselves and make a buttload of money for whichever side wants him more. Kind of an insane plan but Askeladd is really determined to not go gentle into that good night.

[cherrych0p]

Why. Is. This. So. REAL

The only people i dont hate are my #1 bestie who i've been friends with for over 11 years, my cat and my other friend who has it worse than me (im jealous)

The people i hate are everyone else, my friends at school, my #2 bestfriend, i hate her so fucking much im gonna put a fucking curse on her on the next full moon, she expects me to cuddle and hug her 24 fucking 7 even tho i dont like hugs that much and when i respect my own boundaries she says "fine, next time dont expect me to hug you when you ask for a hug" bitch i wouldnt even touch you with a 10 foot pole like dont worry. And then she always fucking vents to me like bitch i dont wanna hear what happened to you 12 years ago, bitch i already have problems myself so please, you dont need to make it 10x worse. Also whenever see sees ONE sh scar on my arm she acts like its the end of the world and MAKES ME vent to her, like bitch i dont wanna talk about my feelings bc im not even valid enough. She expects me to be there 24/7 for her if she feels sad and comfort her (you deserve to feel sad bitch) and when i dont know how to comfort she gets more upset like bitch what did you expect from me? And everytime we hang out together she always explains how alcohol and drugs are bad like have a guess what i'd do with my money when i had some hoe. And everytime when i disagree with her on something small, her expression looks like i've said 10 different slurs, fucked his ex and told her i hated her (i do hate her), like its not that deep when i told you i didnt know if i wanted to keep being friends with you in couple of years bc i would move away. She also is such a fucking loser like we were out late in the evening at the beach and i told her i wanted to get closer to the water and then she started crying because she thought i was gonna fall into the fucking water and drown and die like bitch all i wanted to do is fucking enjoy the night. Also whenever we left her house at night she thought a thief was gonna break into the fucking house like bitch be for real, we live in fucking finland. And shes also so fucking unfunny. I've realized that most of the time i've been with her, i've had to fake smile and laugh at her unfunny jokes. Her ego is also too big. She was telling me one time that the people who didnt like her were jealous of her... be so fucking for real... no one is jealous of you. Your face is shaped like a fucking box, you eat like a pig, stuffing your face in food while it gets on your nose, cheeks and chin and eating your mouth open while breathing loudly, licking your fingers after eating chips in a disgousting way isnt elegant even tho she says she likes elegance and is elegant herself. She also thinks she can be a runway model (she's too fat for it). She showed me a "catwalk" once... well... she was just walking 2x faster than normally with her arms and hips swinging weirdly as she walked... she calls that a cat walk...? Girl you have never seen a catwalk before if you think THATS a catwalk. She also calls me "such a good friend". she'd get a heart attack if she saw this post, and even if she did i wouldnt give a shit. Theres way more stuff i find annoying in her and hate her for but im too tired to write this post anymore.

[opulvnts]

  •  •  •    escapism  -  sped  up  by  raye  +  070  shake :    spotted !    if  it  isn’t  imani  wilkinson  walking  through  the  streets  of  nyc .    people  say  she  looks  like  madison  bailey ,    but  i  really  don’t  see  it .    the  twenty-five  year  old  rockstar  &  model  is  out  here  making  mommy  and  daddy  proud .    while  they  have  been  known  to  be  boisterous ,    we’ve  all  seen  their  haphazard  nature  come  to  light .    sources  tell  me  they  remind  people  of  the  glitter  flecked  lids  with  sharp  obsidian  liner  ,   chasing  the  next  buzz  to  numb  self  ,   an  idgaf  attitude  .    /  ciswoman  /  she  &   her .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 .

official   name  :  imani   kiara   wilkinson  .   nickname  :  immy  .   birthdate  :  november   14th  ,   1997  .   birthplace  :  upper  east  side  ,   nyc  .   citizenship  :  american  .   current   residence  :  tribeca  ,   nyc  .   gender  :  cis   female  ,   she / her   pronouns  .   orientation  :  pansexual  ,   panromantic  .   languages  :  english  .   occupation  :  rockstar   &   model  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 .

faceclaim  :  madison   bailey  .   height  :  five   foot  six  .   build  :  slim  ,   curvy .   eye   color  :  brown  .   hair   color  :  brown  .   hair   style  :  worn  natural  .   signature   scent  :  good   girl   gone   bad   by   carolina   herrera  .   style  :  darker   colors  ,   leather  ,   explicit   graphic  tees  ,   rocker   inspirations  .    piercings  :  too   many   to   count   tbqh  .   tattoos  :  a   ton   that   i   need   to   add    here  .   scars  :  large   one   across   left   palm   from   smashing   a   bottle  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  , 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 .  

big   three  :  scorpio   sun  ,   taurus   moon  ,   aries   rising  .   mbti  :   esfp  .    label  :  the   hellion  .   traits  :  boisterous  ,   haphazard  ,    selfish  ,   indulgent  .   character   inspo  :  damon   salvatore   (  tvd  )  ,   jennifer   check   (  jennifer’s   body  )  ,   mazikeen   (  lucifer  )  ,   jack   sparrow   (  pirates   of   the   carribean  )  .

♡     ◞        𝐷����𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,    𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘭 .  

biological   father  :  braeden   wilkinson  .   occupation  :  tbd  .   biological   mother  :  nataly   wilkinson  .   occupation  :  tbd  .    siblings  :  tbd  .   

♡     ◞        𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 .

raised   in   los   angeles   imani   always   knew   her   parents   had   great   expectations   for   her ,      namely   her   mother ,     nataly .      while   her   mom   tried   her   best   their   relationship   was   strained ,      though   if   there   was   one   thing   she’d   taught   her   daughter   it   was   to   take   shit   from   no   one .

prep   school   didn’t   do   much   for   the   only   daughter  to   reach   the   expectations   held   for   her ,     instead   she   rebelled   a   lot ,     pressed   a   lot   of   her   parents   buttons .

during   her   high   school   years   she   befriended   dax   hobbs   and   they   formed   a   band   called   the   pouges .      their   music   is   alternative ,      punk   rock   vibes .      they’ve   been   mentioned   as   the   hot   new   band   to   watch .

her   parents   divorce   was   hard   on   her   and   the   teenage   angst   made   her   volatile ,     of   course   her   mom’s   unobtainable   expectations   only   made   imani   resent   her   and   blame   her   for   the   divorce   even   though   it   was   amicable .

as   soon   as   imani   was   old   enough   she   moved   out   of   her   mom’s   and   used   her   earnings   from   music   to   rent ,     eventually   moving   into   the   penthouse   on   broadway   she’s   in   now .

while   music   is   her   main   focus   she   also   models   a   bit   which   is   where   she   met   her   ex ,     she   tends   to   gravitate   toward   more   editorial   shoots   and   prefers   creative   freedom   opposed   to   rigidity .

imani   also   has   a   large   solo   discography   and   still   writes   music   for   herself   when   she’s   not   writing   for   the   band .

♡     ◞        𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 .

imani   can   play   guitar ,      piano   and   drums ,     alongside   her   amazing   vocals .

you   can   often   find   her   partaking   in   something   creative   such   as   painting   on   her   balcony   at   sunrise   or   strumming   away   on   her   guitar .

is   very   emotion   focused   opposed   to   logic   and   tends   to   follow   her   heart   rather   than   her   head .

has   been   known   to   mastermind   some   epic   pranks ,      especially   on   her   bandmates .

doesn’t   care   much   for   the   rules   of   high   society   and   beats   to   her   own   drum .

[cryptidclaw]

Brightheart! she’s literally the best! 

I wish we could have seen her and Cinderpelt bond more as sisters who have both gone through traumatic injuries at a young age

alsooo, I gave her a fluffy mane like her dad Lionheart!

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Brightheart from Warrior Cats. She is standing with one paw slightly raised, she is smiling with her mouth open like she is talking. She is a big fluffy long furred white cat with orange tabby patches on her back, tail, and ears. She also has one orange front foot, a orange heart on her chest, and orange fluffy bangs. Her fur fluffs up like a mane around her neck and she has green eyes. She has a large scar covering the left side of her face, and her left eye is scared shut, the top of her left ear is torn off and her right ear has two smaller tears. She also has large bite mark scars on her back and a scar on her upper shoulder. Her inner ears scars and nose are all pink./End ID]

[shiedagabe]

Fortunate Forgetfulness

Credit: Unknown (If you own this GIF please DM me so I can properly credit you)

Genre: Smut

Warning: NSFW / Blood Fetish

Pairing: L!Joker x Reader

Word Count: 1300

Today might've been the slowest day of your life. You sat behind the counter for countless hours waiting for costumers but nothing happened. The only people who actually came in the shop were either men in a rush or elderly people, but you didn't see anyone else. Did I forget something? You asked yourself. And then, when you finally looked outside, you noticed it - a huge fire coming from the hospital. It finally clicked. J went to visit Dent at his lowest point.

You immediately rang your boss but she didn't pick up the phone. You were desperate and anxious. Your foot was tapping rapidly on the floor and you were starting to hyperventilate faster and harder. Each rushing man that passed, ring from the phone and tap on the solid wooden floor left you more and more worried for your own sake. You were sure he was going to kill you. Sooner or later he would find out you weren't there and then you would finally learn the definition of pain. As soon as she picked up the phone with the sweetest "Hello?" you had ever heard you rapidly spewed an incomprehensible word diarrhea that neither her nor you understood. She immediately asked if you were alright to which you replied that you were simply worried sick for your significant other's well-being since he was in the hospital since the fire had started. You asked if you could take the day off so you could see if he was doing alright, to which she replied you should. Without hesitation, you put your apron down and rushed as fast as possible out of that store and immediately ran home. She was the sweetest person you had met and you would've considered her a good friend if not for the fact that you didn't see each other often.

As soon as you were standing in front of door you fumbled around for your keys but you couldn't find them. You must've left them at the store when you were heading home. But that didn't matter now, you weren't turning back. You shamefully knocked on the door and a very angry J answered it.

- You are two hours late. Where were you? - He said while looking directly into your eyes. You could feel your soul had given up and, at this point, was just admiting defeat.

- I was working. I'm sorry I forgot, J. It won't happen again, promise... - You replied in a tired and worn out voice.

- Oh trust me, this won't happen again, I'll make sure of it.

- Wait, what do you me-

Before you could reply you felt something knock you out. It wasn't him, he was completely still, but he wasn't worried about it, either.

You woke up and you were terrified. You were in a completely darkened room with nothing but a spotlight shining on your face. Suddenly, J came out of the shadows. He started walking towards you with a menacing stare. As soon as you tried to move your arm to stop him you noticed you were tied to a big wheel, like a ritualistic carnival.

- W-what're you doing?! - You were so scared you couldn't hear yourself think over the sound of your thumping heart. You know him well enough to understand that he'd be perfectly capable of doing something like this if he ever got uncontrollably mad.

- Welcome, to the wheel of fortune! - He laughed aloud as if he had an audience. - Due to um.. budgetary constraints it only has two sides. You'll have to figure them out on your own. Good luck! ‐ He maniacally cackled with malicious intent.

- No, no, no, wait! - You said before he turned the wheel with his hands. You could feel your blood rushing to your side and you were starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy. You tried to tell him to stop but you couldn't, your body was giving up on you extremely quickly.

As soon as you were about to pass out you felt a sharp knife land next to your head. You were so terrified you couldn't feel your heart pump anymore and you would have certainly reached for your pulse if you weren't tied to the wheel. He put you upright and removed the knife from the side of your head. You swore you thought it ripped out a couple of hairs.

- Congratulations! You're a um.. lucky winner!

- Great, j-just great. - You took a deep breath and calmed yourself down. - What do I get now?

He put the knife up to your cheek and scarred you without saying a word. He slowly started kissing and licking the scar, covering his lips with a delicious shade of red. He was dragging the knife up until he reached your lips. You slowly envelloped your lips and soon both of you had your lips covered in blood. You were simultaneously terrified and excited but you didn't know which one of the two you should feel right now. While you were kissing sensually he decided to move his hands down from your neck and into your tits. He started meticulously rubbing your nipples while he simultaneously grabbed you leg with his other hand. You had practically forgotten what had happened and the best part was yet to come.

He started moving his hand down on your waist, into your other leg and, finally, into your pussy. You weren't particularly wet after what had happened today but he sure was about to make you. While he laggardly rubbed your clit you were softly moaning and biting your lip in unadulterated pleasure. <More.> You whispered. You knew you were desperate and you couldn't stop yourself. You wanted to be his and at this point you would do anything for him. He started to move seductively while fingering you. He was slowly feeling your insides and you were absolutely delighted by it. You told him to stop for a second, muttering something in his ear which he followed to a T. He lowered the wheel and let your legs free by cutting the rope with the knife he was carrying earlier. You immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and were trying to pull him in but he was taking things a bit more slowly. He rubbed the tip of his dick against your wet pussy while laying on top of you. You were slowly kissing each other. However, while he was biting your lip, it started to bleed, so he started licking tenderly. Needless to say, that by itself got you got even more turned on. You scratched his back and pulled him in, biting his neck passionately. He knew this was the time to strike so he stuck his dick in you. That was it, that was when your chips were cashed. You felt nothing but pure ecstasy and you wanted much, much more. He started off slow but he quickly picked up the pace and, coincidentally, so did your breathing. With each thrust your mind was feeling more and more blank with thoughts about him. You could even say you felt overwhelmed now, but at the time you couldn't get enough of it. He grabbed both of your wrists and started thrusting harder. You always enjoyed it when he was serious around you, it left you more and more excited for what was about to come. He was kissing your neck and you were moaning as loud as you could. There were no restraints now, neither physical nor psychological. You freed one of your hands and you started intensely scratching his back again. That was a sure-fire way of showing him that you wanted everything he had to offer and more. And not only did he offer it, he also delivered. He gave everything he had to make you happy in that particular moment, even though he was the one in charge, still. J started to speed up even more even though you thought he was close to exhaustion and he was also starting to grab your hand extremely hard so you knew what was about to come. He was a big man, however, so he was starting to hurt you a little more than you had expected. You slowly pushed him away from you, got on your knees and started blowing him. He pushed your head straight into his base and came all over your mouth. You licked your lips in satisfaction and gave him a quick peck on the lips. You noticed that both of you had equally enjoyed that experience, regardless of that awkward start. And, if you haf to be honest, you'd like to try it again soon.

[proserpina-magnus]

hi! If you take requests can you write a reader x Remus fluff? where they are usually studying together and helping each other out, talking about books etc. it is obvious for everyone that they like each other, but not for them.

maybe the reader could be a little shy, but really positive? and Remus is completely smitten by her and also feels protective of her?

whatever you decide I’m sure it will be amazing, hope it’s not too much

thank you for your work, you’re truly amazing!

heyy, this has been in my inbox for weeks and I'm so sorry this took so long!! I loved how descriptive you where and I hope that you don't mind that I changed the plot just a tad. Remus kind of confesses to being a werewolf soo.. I hope you like it!! xoxo

Monsters Need Love Too [ R.L ]

word count: 2.5k

[ warnings: female reader, slight jealously, tears, slight possessive behavior/words, clothes sharing, first kisses, had holding, scars, slight talk about violence, Remus's friends embarrass him, flattering ]

editor: @breakingniconicokneecaps

Remus anxiously tapped his foot, you had promised him that you both would meet up for a study session before a big potions test. You had been running late, caught up with fixing your hair or finding missing quills.

Remus kept looking towards the library door, tapping his fingers on the wooden table. There had been cracks of brown throughout the wood, Remus watched eagerly towards the doors as his dainty finger traced over the dark spiral wooden pattern.

He felt his heart putter against his rib cage, a nervous sensation creeping into his mind as he started to worry about you. It had been 10 minutes since you both originated the time to meet up, Remus was just about to stand to go look for you, but you had just hurried into the library.

He watched your frantic state walk swiftly towards him, your hair pinned back with loose strands. He smiled, pushing the chair beside him open. You flopped yourself down onto the opened chair, your books and papers left a thud as you dropped them onto the desk.

"So sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my assignment, I might have to re-do it all," you stammered, opening your books with marked stamps. You sighed, before giving a smile towards Remus. "Oh well, at least I'll have a better understanding of the material,"

Remus looked lovingly towards you, rubbing his sweaty hands on his slacks. He looked towards his own opened book, moving his papers around as he passed you his finished assignment.

"If you want, you can take a look at mine," Remus suggested, but you only shook your head and looked back towards a student who sat across a few tables. The guy you smiled at was Amos Diggory, the captain of Hufflepuff's quidditch team. Amo's had combed back messy blond hair, a boyish grin on his face as he waved towards you. Remus followed your gaze, catching the small interaction. He felt a sense of urgency to have your attention back on him.

"That's alright rem, Amo said he would help me later. Let's work on potions shall we?" You said, guiding your attention back to your books. Remus gave a disgruntled sound, his leg bouncing as it tapped into yours.

"You alright?" You asked, knees twitching every time his own knocked into yours. Remus hummed, lips thin as he focused down on his book. You felt like you did something wrong, a frown forming as you flipped some pages.

After a few moments of awkward silence, your eyes travelled towards the taller male. He was hunched over his book, his hand in a fist that rested on his bouncing thigh.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you mad I'm late?" You mumbled quietly, leaning forward as Remus turned his gaze to you. He saw your pleading eyes, a sad pout on your lips at the thought of upsetting him. Remus concluded that you were just too cute to be mad at, not that he was prior.

"No, I'm not mad," Remus huffed, tearing his eyes away from yours. Truth be told, Remus had no idea why he was so upset. You mumbled at his lame lie, your fingers tracing his wrist as you glided your hand to open up his fist. Remus jerked at the faint touch, eyes pouring at the connecting hands.

"You seem mad," you whispered gently, trying not to cause attention in the silent room. Remus brought his gaze back to your face, seeing your beautiful eyes and a small welcoming smile on your lips. His fingers opened, your own wiggling between them.

"How could I possibly be mad when you look like that," Remus blurted, in a daze. You flushed red at the compliment. You wanted so desperately for him to kiss you, Remus felt the same exact way. Before a gentle kiss could be shared, you turned back around and faced towards your book.

"You flatter too much," you teased, your shoulder bumping in with his. You didn't dare take your fingers away from his, liking the way his scars felt rigid and warm against your palm.

"I don't think I flatter enough," Remus stated, his eyes still trained on your adoring profile. You flushed once more, a swirl in your stomach from his words. Remus gushed himself at your flustered state, denying himself the right to lean in and place a kiss against your red cheeks.

"You know what I think?" You ask, turning your head so you can take a long look into his eyes. Remus leaned forward, his nose almost brushing yours. "What do you think?" He asked in response, his voice a low hum.

"I think if anyone should be flattered, it's you. You're a very attractive young man, if I do say so myself Mr. Remus," you flaunt, a giggle on your lips as you close your eyes from the laugh. Remus smiles, watching the way your cheeks rose with your smile. He was absolutely adoring your giggle form, but it was soon to be crushed by his friends.

"Uh- hello! What's going on here?" Sirius's voice boomed through, the three boys marched over to you two. Your hand fell away from Remus's, a small frown on your lips before you replaced it with a smile.

"We're just studying," you say sweetly, turning around so you can get a good look at them. Sirius raises an eyebrow, a suggestive gaze in his eyes as he stares between you two. Remus grows anxious, wanting his friends to leave as soon as possible.

"Studying what? Human anatomy?" Sirius jeers, a smirk on his lips as he leans closer. James and Peter laugh, obvious to Remus's dire crush on you.

You turn to mush at the gesture, turning back to your book as you hide your glowing face. Remus notices, upset at the way they were getting you embarrassed.

"Leave it pads, go bug off, all three of you," Remus sends a low growl to the male, but the rest of the boys only laugh and continue to talk. James pushes a seat open next to you, Remus giving him a dangerous glare.

"She's very pretty" James gushed, one of his fingers poking your sides. You squirm, but decide to be polite and smile towards James. You can't even tell him a thank you before Remus is telling them off.

"Prongs, get up and piss off," Remus states, his hand wrapping around the leg of your chair as he scoots you away from him. You grab your stuff, placing it in front of you. James frowns, tilting his head to give Remus a puppy dog expression.

"Can I stay?" Peter asked his own pout on his lips. Remus sighs loudly, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No,"

"But moony!" They all chant at once, shushes and glares get shared between you all. Remus sighs one more time, deciding not to freak out and yell at all of them in front of you. The tall brunette collects his stuff, pushing it into his bag in a messy hurry. You frown, watching him pack up. You thought he was leaving with his friends, but Remus starts to take your own books and papers. With his empty hand grabbing yours, He pulls you up, tugging you out the door.

The rest of the boys shout behind him, trying to follow you both. Remus leads you down the hallway, a smile on his lips as he pats your shoulder for some comfort. "One second love, just wait here,"

Remus speeds over to the boys at the other end of the hall, far away enough for you not to hear them. They start to argue, hearing Remus raise his voice. Soon enough, the three boys look towards the ground and scoot away down the opposite hallway.

Remus jogs back over to you, smiling as he runs a hand through his hair. You bring out your hand, making a grabbing gesture. He places his hand into yours, taking the lead as he guides you down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" You questioned, stepping down the switching staircases. Remus turns briefly at the end of the steps, waiting for it to connect with another. "It's a sunny day, let's go sit on the dock,"

"What about our potions test?" You asked, following Remus down the now given steps. He steps onto the cobblestone floors, helping you off the last step.

"It's not until Friday, we have plenty of time tomorrow. You deserve a break," Remus states, pushing open a thin wooden door out towards the back of the huge castle. He takes you down the small hill, holding your hand to protect you from tripping.

"Watch your step," he says, stepping down the small steep hill. His other hand holds your waist, squeezing it between his fingers as he helps you down.

"You're my saviour," you whisper in gratitude, leaning more towards him. The air gets thicker and the breeze grows colder as you step towards the doc.

"You get pleased too easily," Remus comments, his hand squeezing yours. You turn your head, tilting it as you walk against the wooden space.

"Is that a bad thing?" You ask, Remus looked over at you briefly. He has an unreadable face before he shakes his head.

"No, unless you're thanking the wrong person," Remus explains, walking further along the doc. He helps you sit first, following suit as his legs sprawl out. He has much longer limbs, you giggle as he stretches.

"Everyone's so nice, who could possibly be the wrong person?" You wonder, head leaning against his shoulder. Remus sighs, answering that question quickly in his intrusive thoughts. You shiver, tugging your skirt down towards your knees.

"What? Do you think you're bad?" You ask, lifting your head to get a clear look at the boy. Remus lets his head lean down, a frown on his face. You hold a confused expression, your heart aching at the thought. Before you can think, your fingers tilt his head. Remus looks with wide eyes, seeing your saddened expression.

"Remus, you're the nicest person I've ever met," you explain, emotion in your eyes as you talk to him. Remus screams at himself, knowing you had no idea what he really was.

"You need to meet new people," he jokes, but you only shake your head with a deeper frown.

His heart beats quickly, your eyes guiding down to his chapped lips. He picks up instantly on your intentions and he has no remorse to stop them.

Your eyes shut on instinct, lips moving closer to his. Your head tilts, nose brushing against his as you connect mouths. Remus expresses a content sigh, his own eyes closed. His fingers lace through the back of your hair, pulling you closer.

"You don't understand," Remus sighs after the kiss, eyes whisking open. You flutter your eyelashes, sitting back on your legs. You frown, thinking he didn't like the kiss.

"Then make me understand," you tell him, heart hammering inside your chest so loud you might go deaf. Remus smiles, one of his hands still occupied with yours. His other hand cups your face, sliding it through your loose hair.

"You'll hate me once I tell you," Remus whispers, feeling tears burn his eyesight. He wishes he'd never got bitten, he didn't want you to think he was some sort of monster.

You shake your head, leaning closer as you kiss his lips once more. Remus pulls you in, addicted to the way your mouth tastes. He pushes you back slightly, feeling guilty for not telling you what he truly is.

"I'm a werewolf," Remus says, ripping off the bandaid. You blink a few times, not comprehending what he just said. Your eyes dangle down to his scarred hands, your soft thumb tracing a particularly big one.

"Does it hurt?" You quip, eyes looking back into his. Remus feels instantly loved at your small little reaction, his heart swelling as he realizes that you only care whether he's hurt, not that he turns into a killer creature every full moon.

"No," Remus lied, a tear falling from his eye. You nod, happy with his answer. Your cold fingers come to wipe away the lost tear. you lean in for another kiss, but Remus pushes you back.

"I'm a werewolf," he states once again, you nod in understanding. "I can kill you,"

"Do you want to hurt me?" You mumble, Remus feels worried build up from just thinking about it. He shakes his head, head falling as he lets out more tears.

"Then it doesn't matter," you finish, leaning down so you can get your much wanted kiss. Remus leans into it, another sigh on his lips as he pulls you closer. The waves crash against the doc, coating the wood just in front of you with seeping water.

"I can't control myself in that state, I could hurt you," Remus whispers against your lips, his arms wrapping around your sides as he pulls you in. You sigh, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"No, the werewolf would hurt me. It's not your fault, you can't control it," you tell him, sticking with your conclusion. Remus would never dare hurt you and you knew that.

"You're too good, what is a monster like me doing with you, hm?" Remus says, his fingers tilting your chin as he places a generous kiss against your cold lips. A smile decorated on your mouth, you shift closer to him. His body was so warm and you felt so cold, you were almost slipping under his coat for warmth.

"You're no monster," you whisper, Remus notices your shivering body. He felt sick for taking you out to the cold doc, tugging off his coat quickly as he props it on your shoulders.

"I monster wouldn't let his girl freeze to death," he contorts, rubbing your arms to get you to warm up. Your face heats at his words, you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm your girl?" You ask, leaning closer as you shift onto his lap. Remus's long limbs curl around you, bringing you closer as he protects you from the now vicious wind. His hair whips in every direction, the wind so tough you can hear it.

"Yes, you're my girl," Remus juts, standing up with ease as you cling onto him. He adjusts you easily, hiding you inside his big coat. Your head rests against his chest, his arms hiking around your bottom to carry you up the hill.

"All yours," you mumble, happy with the soft protection he was offering. Your arms link around his neck, not daring to let go as he opens up the wooden door once again. He carries you inside, looking around as he spots his friends. They all gap with their mouth wide open, pointing.

"All mine," Remus mutters to you, speeding away from his frantic friends. You keep your eyes closed, letting him take you to wherever he pleases.