#she’s about 5’7 with the height from her heels and hair

[echojedis]

Phee really puts into perspective how tall Wrecker is, you don’t get the same effect seeing him next to his brothers who are already fairly tall

[maladaptivedaydr3amer]

I did it I finished the Valkyries description.

So hear it is.

The Valkyries.

Lily Evans:

Basics:

Name: Lily Mea Evans

Middle Name: Mea

Nicknames: Lils

Age: 17

Gender: female

Sexuality: bisexual

Birthday: January 30th 1960

Physical description:

Skin-tone(+descriptors of skin): pale, rosy and freckled

Eye-color+shape:green, almond

Hair-color+texture: copper hair, straight hair but curly when styled

Height: 5’3

Weight: 161.2lbs

Body build: chubby, curvy

Voice: sweet, bubbly

Distinguishing marks: she has dimples, she has very rosy cheeks and her nails are painted green and pink, and she has very straight teeth.

Overall attractiveness: 7.5/10

What would they rate themselves: she would rate herself a 6.2/10, she knows she’s pretty but she’s just kind of insecure

Tattoos and piercings: she wouldn’t have any tattoos, she does have little gold earrings that she’s always wearing.

Everyday outfits: a long flowy skirts and a shirt with some sort of of pattern on it, a cardigan and with one of those old news paper boy hat and a pair of Mary Jane’s with ruffle socks, another outfit a pair of jeans and when she was dating James he would give her his quidditch jersey.

Make-up: not much but she usual just wears some lip-gloss and mascara and maybe some blush. And on party nights she wears green eyeshadow with pink lipstick.

Personality: she is very outgoing and kind person, and also very smart and wise(she also always smiling)

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Mary Macdonald:

Basics:

Name: Mary Elise Macdonald

Middle Name: Elise

Nick Name: none

Age: 17

Gender: female

Sexuality: sapphic

Birthday: February 14th 1960.

Character description:

Skin-tone(+descriptors of skin): mixed, smooth and a few moles.

Eye-color+shape: brown, and up-turned

Hair color+texture: brown and very curly(sometimes a bit frizzy)

Height: 5’2(5’5 in heels)

Weight: 148.3lbs

Body build: mid size and very curvy.

Voice: she had a very loud and appealing voice.

Distinguishing marks: very long eyelashes, a mole on her upper lip and stretch marks on her thighs and stomach

Overall attractiveness: 8.9/10

What would they rate themselves: she is very confident and loves everything about her self sooo she would say 10/10

Tattoos and piercings: a heart tattoo above her collarbone, she has a nose piercing and a piercing on her ear lobe

Everyday outfit: she’s very girly, a lacy tank top(any color, besides dark colors;she doesn’t like dark colors), a pair of jeans with some sort of pattern on the back pockets and a pair of boots.

Make-up:she’s always wearing mascara(you can’t catch her without mascara), and pink tinted lip-gloss and a light pink eye shadow

Personality: she’s a total girls girl(kind of girl to always have period products on her or like extra chocolate ect.), she’s confident and sweet, outgoing and popular. Everyone either loves her or hates her.

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Marlene McKinnon.

Basics:

Name: Marlene Isabella McKinnon

Middle name: Isabella

Nick names: Marls, Leney

Age: 17

Sexuality: LESBAIN

Gender: female

Birthday: August 13th 1960

Characters description:

Skin tone(+ descriptors of skin): ivory, lights freckles and dimples.

Eye color: a type of hazel with blue, deep set.

Hair color+ texture: dirty blonde, a lot of layers.

Height: 5’7

Weight: 126.8lbs

Body build: some what muscular for playing quidditch, lean.

Voice: loud & bold at times a bit snarky.

Distinguishing marks: she has a scar above her right eyebrow from when she was 3, very thick eyebrows, chipped red nail polish.

Overall attractiveness: probably about a 7.6/10

What they rate themselves: she would rate herself a 8.4/10.

Tattoo and piercings: she has a few tattoos, like a rose and other things, she has a bunch of piercings all of her ears are pierced and a septum piercing.(Sirius has done all her tattoos and piercings)

Everyday outfit: a band shirt(like the run-aways, Blondie, Queen) and a pair of ripped jeans, a leather jacket with patches on it and combat boots. And other outfits a red tank-top with her quidditch jersey over it and a Jean skirt with red-pair of converses.

Make-up: heavy eye-liner, mascara and sometimes a red lip.

Personality: she’s a very bold and confident person, and if you say something rude to her or her friends she with (verbally) fight you. She’s also very loud and sometimes a little snarky, she says what’s on her mind.

[kaiserkisser]

OK OK SO SO GUYSSSSSS GUYS BIG DROP (not really) KSABHDHDJ ok so i finally finished my oc doc (kinda....i havent finished writing the backstory but wtv i gave up i wrote abt her personality and shit....) and and i dont wanna attach the doc here bc email buuuuttttt im putting in the stuff about her ability (since she is a bsd oc) and personality utc hehehehehhe, and ill be doing a picrew for her later dhdhdhdh (dont ask me why this is a big thing for me i have literally struggled with making ocs soooo much)

also also imma make an oc rp blog for her hehehe :3333

Name: Yukiyo Tsumiki

Age: 17 (After Dragon’s Head Conflict)

Height- 5’7 ft

Likes- reading, art, gaming, psychological torture of enemies (not physical), drives around the city, night-time, ramen

Dislikes- too self-obsessed and constantly nagging people, false and unmeaning sympathies, oblivious idiots, bitter stuff, someone interfering in her plans

Affiliation- Port Mafia

Appearance- Black hair with dark blue streaks that's tied in a high ponytail with bangs (yes that is specific thank you), dark brown eyes, darkish blue full-sleeved blouse, black pants, small pencil heels (that can hurt smn) black coat thats hung over her shoulders like dazai's

Ability- Falling Daydreams

Ability Description- When used, it allows the user to send the victim into a utopic daydream that the victim cannot break out of on their own till the ability is released by the user. The more time they spend in the daydream, the further away/more detached their soul becomes from their body. The happier they are in their daydream, the more euphoria they experience over time, they'll experience the same amount of emotional and physical distress on returning to their body if the ability is released before they die. For the time they are in the dream, their soul is not in their body, which allows the user to control the victim's body as they wish.

Eventually if they are in the dream for longer than a specific time or experience joy above a certain limit, their soul becomes detached enough from their body that their body cannot survive and hence both the soul and the body dies, and the utopic daydream collapses. After that it is the user's choice whether she wants to keep controlling the body or not. The more bodies she has under her control, the colder her own body gets as a side effect. Having too many bodies under her control can also have a detrimental impact on her mental state.

ykw actually this is getting kinda long sooo imma make a seperate post for her personality djshshsbd

[quccnbees]

( renee rapp. cis fem (?). she/her. ) - let me introduce you to a member of the eversley family, charlotte eversley is the middle daughter. they are twenty-six and are known as the queen bee to the family because they are obsessive, clever, and cruel when you get to know them, you think about legally binding contracts signed in glitter gel pen; the constant struggle between imposter syndrome and god complex but they’re still an eversley, nonetheless.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Charlotte Alexandria Eversley

Nickname:  Lottie, Lots, Char, Charlie (at your own risk)

Birthday: May 7, 1998

Place of Birth: Eversley Estate, Hampshire, England

Places Lived Since: Oxford, UK; Leiden, NL; Cambridge, US; London, UK

Current Residence: London, in a townhouse absolutely paid for by her father

Notable Family Members: Hazelnut Eversley ( child, 2 year old standard poodle ); Daphne Eversley ( twin sister, best friend ); Adrian Eversley ( older brother ); Imogen Eversley ( older sister ); Hector Eversley ( oldest brother ); Charles Eversley ( father, idolizes ); Ignes Eversley ( mother, pities )

PHYSICAL:

Faceclaim: Reneé Rapp

Height: 5’7

Build: curvy  

Hair Color: blonde  

Eye Color: blue

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: always wearing one of her father’s old watches, several piercings in both ears, a good amount of tattoos ( will be expanded upon )

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: playing with her hair when anxious, drumming her nails, being cruel for sport

PERSONALITY:

Occupation: lawyer for her father’s company

Education: Law Degree from Oxford University, LLM from Harvard Law School

Languages Spoken: English, French, passable Dutch, Latin because she’s annoying

Positive Traits: outgoing, ambitious, dedicated, meticulous, clever

Negative Traits: obsessive, manipulative, vindictive, cruel, arrogant

Likes: iced coffee, glitter gel pens, the oxford comma, a particularly tricky legal argument, early 2000s chick flicks, singing chappell roan after three espresso martinis at karaoke

Dislikes: sloppy writing, boston as a concept, playing nice, the legal ambiguity of working for your father, birds kept as pets, losing at anything, being lied to  

Aesthetic: perfectly crafted citations; falling asleep to the comforting sounds of the city; fighting dirty, because you don’t know any other way; a turning page in a silent library; your father is the worst man alive, you are his favorite daughter; the sound of expensive heels across marble lobbies; is it worse to be doomed by the narrative, or haunted by it?

HISTORY:

The fourth child, the second daughter, the older twin – she’s nearly as middle as a middle child could be. And yet she’s the one gifted a variation of her father’s name. Perhaps it's a coincidence, or Ignes merely liked the name – Lottie doesn’t know, she wasn’t fully conscious yet at the time of her naming. But it matters. It has to matter – names carry meaning, to name something is to grant it power, worth. Charlotte’s spent her entire life trying to prove herself worthy of her father’s affection and trust.

The older twin by a mere ten minutes, Charlotte comes out screaming. Daphne follows, setting the pattern for most of their lives. Charlotte is bright and bold – the sun, but not warmth: a burning, blazing pursuit of power, anger and armor in a pretty blonde package. Daphne her moon – ethereal and lovely, quiet with dark hair and dark eyes; reflecting back the brightness and burn, a guiding light in the darkness.

They are a package deal, something Lottie makes quite clear to everyone in that poison laced honey way of hers. The Queen Bee reigns with her sister close by – gaining power through a combination of charm, manipulation, and other, crueler accusations that never stick. Charlotte’s not just the popular girl – she’s also obsessive to a fault, a perfectionist who absolutely won’t accept failure. She’s naturally clever, of course, but not everything comes so easily – she just makes it look like that. Sleepless nights full of self-loathing and relentless dedication to whatever subject is giving her trouble result in near perfect marks and a lifelong tendency to dance right on the edge of self-destruction.

Perfection leads to Oxford, of course, and despite her best-efforts, Lottie’s never been all that good at numbers, so she studies the law. She loves a challenge, the intricacies and various loopholes that craft something particularly clever and weighty. Two years at Oxford, then her third year in Leiden, studying international & European law. The family business is international, so it’s the obvious choice. But it's the first time she’s away from Daphne, and it takes a toll. Daphne goes dark, but Lottie burns hotter and faster. She’s crueler – like something has been torn away and left all her edges jagged and sharp.

Daphne publishes a novel – and Lottie’s her biggest fan, bullying everyone she knows into buying a copy or two. She’s always known her sister was capable of greatness, hated anyone who dismissed Daphne’s shyness or kindness as weakness. The success of Daphne’s novel is probably the only time Charlotte’s ever let herself be truly, selflessly happy for someone else’s success. It lasts their final year at Oxford, but that’s not enough for Lottie. So she spends a year at Harvard gaining an LLM degree and a profound hatred for Boston. She returns to London, and naturally starts working for her father’s company. Here lies the biggest disconnect of Miss Charlotte Eversley’s young life – she idolizes her father, has spent her entire life living up to his name; but she’s also fought tooth and nail to prove that she deserves this position on merit, not her father’s name. She should work for an outside firm first, establish herself in the field. But he’s old, and his health is failing despite the façade they present to the public. So Charlotte falls in line, and weaponizes her beauty and cleverness against anyone who’s foolish enough to suggest she’s not earned her position.

EXTRAS:

She currently lives in a townhouse in London with her only child, a 2-year-old chocolate colored standard poodle named Hazelnut.

Chaotic bisexual

She and Daphne attended the last night of the Eras Tour LA in August, 2023 together ( 1989 tv was announced ) but then had a huge argument after the concert due to Lottie being a bitch to Daphne’s date & accusing them of only being with her for the family money. The twins have been on bad terms / estranged ever since

She loves all her siblings and would commit atrocities for them, but they are still subject to her harshest judgement ( except for Daphne up until last year ) and she’s never been one to mince words. Still – it's very much ‘only I can say that about them, I’ll ruin anyone else who dare say so.’

She is left-handed.

Her father is the only one to call her Charlie.

[minato-division03]

Reiaki Suzubayashi

“Rock bottom will teach you lessons that mountain tops never will.”

Etymology

Reiaki means "beautiful, lovely" (麗) (rei) and "clear, crystal" (晶) (aki)

Suzubayashi means "bell" (鈴) (suzu) and "grove, woods, forest" (林) (hayashi)

Character Information

Kanji: 鈴林 麗晶

Romaji: Suzubayashi Reiaki

MC Name: Black Cat

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 24

Birthday: June 14

Star sign: Gemini

Blood type: B

Occupation: SFX artist

Division: Minato

Team: R.I.P Märchen

Height: 166 cm (5’5) / 171 cm with heels (5’7)

Weight: 47 kg (104 lb.)

Hair color: platinum blonde, sunset orange

Eye color: plum purple

V/A: Yumi Uchiyama

Rap voice: SeeA (Pink Fantasy)

Stage actor: Jennie Kim (Blackpink)

Appearance

Reiaki is a slim woman with cat-like plum-colored eyes and noticeably sharp canines. She has a straight fringe and shoulder-length platinum-blonde (dyed) hair. A portion of her fringe and half of the underside of her hair had been dyed a sunset-orange color. While the rest of her hair is worn straight, she styles her hair in a half ponytail that’s been lightly curled and has two tufts of hair that frame her face and are also curled just slightly. Due to her choice of attire and tattoos, she tends to come across as intimidating.

As a worker in the beauty community, she wears mostly black. She dons a black distressed t-shirt dress with white and red prints, cinched with a white industrial belt. On top, she wears an oversized denim jacket which loosely slips off her shoulders. She completes her look with a black choker, a silver toggle necklace with a coin charm, a silver link chain necklace with its clasp worn in the front, and black above-knee boots with a silver block heel. She sports multiple piercings: on her left eyebrow, double lobes on both ears, lower helix on her right ear, upper helix on both ears, and a navel piercing.

She has a total of sixteen tattoos: a ghost above her right elbow, an eldritch-looking hand bound by rope on the side of her right elbow, a witch’s hat on her right bicep, dark forest of tall trees circling around her right wrist, a bubbling cauldron paired with a witch’s broom on her left bicep, a snake circling around a sword on her left hand, a scarecrow with a jack-o-lantern for a head on her left forearm, barbed wire formed into a heart on her right shoulder, a second larger ghost down her right hip, a cracked skull with feathered wings on her upper left thigh, a black cat donning a skeleton-like mask on her left ankle, a kneeling skeleton holding a mass of black feathers on her right shoulder blade, two skeleton hands holding onto either side of a wishbone, a "HA HA HA" on the back of her right hand, a jack-o-lantern face on her left middle finger, and a sword on her left middle finger.

When away from cameras and the public, she wears a pale green cropped hoodie with the face of Disney's Oogie Boogie's face printed on the front, paired with black shorts hanging loosely around her hips.

Personality

Despite her tough appearance, Reiaki is portrayed as a kind, charismatic, and cheerful (borderline childish) socialite who is persistent and is always determined to help her friends or those she cares about. She understands them well and is willing to accept them for who they are, no matter what their flaws may be.

Reiaki, with her people-pleaser tendencies, is always prepared to go out of her way to help those who need it. She's quite the loudmouth, but if she knows her opinions are unwanted or people won't agree with her, she'll shut up.

Despite her impulsiveness, she has shown that she is capable of remaining calm in stressful environments and utilizing her quick thinking to get out of there— mostly due to the fact that she grew up in a wealthy family and had to learn how to fend off tycoons who could've had ill intent.

Abilities

Her rap ability, Horror Story, allows her to induce fear on her opponents. The more frightening her horror stories are, the stronger the impact on her opponents. In rap battles, her verses tell the tale of a short horror story.

Trivia

Reiaki has cross dominance (she writes and applies makeup with her right hand, and does everything else with her left).

She likes cherries, piano, kickboxing, and horror movies while she dislikes being alone and people who are controlling.

Her favorite food is spicy fried tofu while her least favorite foods are eggplants.

When Miku was an idol, Reiaki was her SFX artist for music videos.

She is alright at keeping secrets, but she’s terrible with surprises because she gets too excited and tends to blurt everything out.

She creates all of her horror effects herself. Her prosthesis was crafted by herself, she makes her own fake blood, and much more.

In Memories of the Damned — Track 2, it is revealed that her now-ex-boyfriend, Rikuto Todou, had been incredibly abusive towards her and even became responsible for the murder of her entire family.

[insanisnavis]

STATS

  NAME    Jacqueline Arabella Rose Matlin. NICKNAME/ALIAS    jackie AGE    verse dependent - but frozen at 21 physically in main verse.   DATE OF BIRTH   april 1 GENDER & PRONOUNS    female, she/her   ORIENTATION    pansexual / biromantic   RACE/ETHNICITY    Ashkenazi Jewish / cuban   SPECIES   werewolf / hybrid.

PERSONAL

  POSITIVE TRAITS    affectionate, loyal (selectively), clever, witty, humorous, energetic, charming, playful   NEUTRAL TRAITS    emotionally reserved, observant, daring, opinionated, eccentric, intelligent, extroverted, ambitious, receptive   NEGATIVE TRAITS    petty, prone to anger outbursts. childish, manipulative. arrogant, audacious, capricious, untrusting, confrontational. paranoid/suspicious.

  NEURODIVERGENCES & DISORDERS    Histrionic personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, intermittent explosive disorder. Undiagnosed PTSD. Sociopathic tendencies.   PHYSICAL DISABILITIES / CHRONIC ILLNESSES    lycanthropy

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5’7”   WEIGHT    140 lbs.   HAIR   strawberry blonde - cool toned   EYES    hazel   SCARS    thin knife scar that extends from beneath and over the left jaw. about 3.5 inches in length. pink/purple knife scar that is raised between the breast and right collar bone. about 2 inches long going down. missing nail on left ring finger.   PIERCINGS    regular earlobe piercing then two cartilage on each ear   TATTOOS    link here.   FACE CLAIM    halston sage

APPEARANCE NOTES

due to a heavily physically active upbringing from dance, skating fencing, and sparring she has a toned figure while not being too slim, having filled out curves since leaving her former life behind.

Her hair has soft curls that reach mid-back in length.

Style is mostly worn down or only partially pulled back in half-up ponytails, with a ribbon (always satin, silk, or velvet ribbons). Except for special occasions, she will wear more elegant styles.

She is almost always in heels, wedges, or boots with thick soles. that are at least 2 - 6 inches, bringing her standing height around 5'9 - 6'1ft

Her wardrobe often consists of either pants/jeans or skirts. rarely ever dresses or shorts - with exceptions for special occasions ( unless it's a sundress).

She often wears leather jackets of red, green, pink or black.

She has over a dozen tattoos in red ink.

Olive complexion

ABILITIES

inhanced strength werewolf-vampire hybrids are often stronger than werewolves, non-Original vampires

inhanced senses— As hybrids, their senses are superior to the individual species.

inhanced agility— werewolf-vampire hybrids possess much more superhuman agility

inhanced strength— werewolf-vampire hybrid's intensified quickness, agility, reflexes, and endurance.

healing factor— werewolf-vampire hybrids have superior healing capabilities and can recover from most injuries.

immortal— werewolf-vampire hybrids stop aging the moment they transition.

werewolf venom— their bite, even in human form is lethal to non-original vampires without Klaus' blood or Lucien's cure.

no longer bound to moon—hybrids are capable of shifting whenever they wish. even partially. such as extending their claws or hybrid fangs. in addition. they do not require daylight jewelry.

compulsion— self explanatory

combat.—due to growing up in the crime world, jackie was trained in many forms of combat for well over a decade. making her a very efficient fighter before ever activating her curse.

WEAKNESSES

invitation.— must be invited to enter homes.

broken neck— will be rendered unconscious if neck is broken.

lethal kills.— heart extraction and decapitation are lethal.

cure—will be rendered mortal again by the cure.

magic— they are not immune to magic

vervain and wolfsbane.— both of these are often effective in warding them off with pain or preventing compulsion.

desiccation.— will desiccate if they go too long without blood.

wood— depending on the location, such as the heart. wood will leave a hybrid incapacitated for a short amount of time.

poor emotion/mental health.—Though clever, and often callous Jackie is easily manipulated if one learns her enough, more so if it is by someone she loves or it involves them. Her trauma, paranoia, and disorders will often cloud her judgment, and decisions and thus can be used against her to trigger her mental vices against her.

[lureofthegallowsgame]

Please I need more facts about the new ROs dear author 🙏

I’ve been slowly chipping away this ask, so I hope this answers it well enough! This is everything so far confirmed either through the blog or the public Discord, and a few extra little tidbits for fun, too. :)

Finley ‘Fin’ Ramsey || 19 || They/Them || Human

Description: Average height (5’7”) and lean build. Short dark curls that brush the top of their collar. Olive-toned skin. Round face with soft, chubby cheeks. Kind dark brown eyes.  Wears oversized, casual clothing with many layers: graphic t-shirts, jackets/sweaters, sweatpants, and black platform boots with two-inch soles.

Born and raised in Melchior, Oregon, Fin is the only child of a single mother and works in a cafe when the events of the game start.

The Naturalist is their best friend since the age of five :)

Ambrose Solomon || 21 || He/Him || Light Manipulator

Description: Tall (6’3”) and muscular build. Carefully trimmed pale blond curls. Bronze skin with sun-freckles. Sharp jaw and cheekbones. Wary dark eyes. Wears professional, practical clothing: dark button-down shirt, black sports jacket and trousers, black boots.

As a child, he worked in traveling circuses with his twin sister, Pandora. There is a short story (maybe two?) circulating out there about this. He was tutored and raised by the acrobats that helped him with his performance.

He has a tempestuous relationship with espresso and the baristas that have served him, but he still tips them a few bucks every time though.

He already has a cameo in the original Dashingdon demo in Chapter Four.

Luna Morales || 20 || She/Her || Shapeshifter

Description: Short (5’2”) and athletic, buff build. Shoulder-length light brown kinky hair with blonde highlights. Light brown skin. Defined jawline and round cheeks. Piercing dark hazel eyes. Wears sleek, nondescript clothing: plain black tank-top, long black leggings, and black sneakers.

She has three sisters (two older and one younger).

She is a phoenix.

Jules Pearce || Unknown || He/They || Vampire

Description: Tall (6’6”) and broad build. Thick, wavy dark brown hair that falls just past their shoulders, usually pulled back from his face. Dark brown skin freckled with beauty marks. A notable circular burn scar the size of a quarter on his right temple. Soft jawline and hollowed cheeks. Dark eyes with a vampiric red ring around the irises. Wears unremarkable clothing that blends into their environment well, but prefers bright colors.

He had two older brothers and a younger sister before his transition into vampirism.

They’re fairly clumsy despite being considered a ‘dangerous predator’ and he tries to play it off, but his inner circle knows better

They also have a cameo in Chapter Four of the Dashingdon demo alongside Ambrose

Hazel Hudson || 19 || She/Her || Shapeshifter

Description: Tall (6’0”) and muscular, broad build. Curly, short cropped dark hair styled back from her face. Sun-freckled light skin. A defined jawline and high cheekbones. Piercing green eyes. Wears soft, comfortable clothing: colorful t-shirts and sweaters, cargo pants with home-sewn patches, and worn sneakers.

Technically an only child but she was raised with other shifter kids her age and has a friend she considers to be a brother.

Identifies as a lesbian, and is only a romance option for MCs that identify with she/her pronouns.

She is a werewolf, and is sponsored by her Alpha as a potential candidate to take over leadership of the Pacific Western Pack.

Faye Cathal || 20 || She/Her || Banshee

Description: Short (5’0”) and stocky build. Long black hair braided back into a bun. Clear, light skin. A soft, heart-shaped face and high cheekbones. Bright, lively black eyes. Wears bright, fashionable clothing: jumpsuits and rompers, crop tops and high-rise ripped jeans, chunky-heeled boots.

As clumsy as Jules is, especially when it comes to hand-eye coordination like catching things, except she likes to joke about it. (“If I was drowning in the sea, I would miss the lifesaver thrown in to help me by a mile.”)

She has a very sly smile that always throws off the people around her. Looks are deceiving, and she loves defying expectations.

[witchthewriter]

Hi! How are you? I was wondering if I could have a level 6 ship with ACOTAR, Twilight and House of the Dragon if that’s not too much trouble?

So about me :

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: I think I’m straight…

Height: 170cm/5’7 ft

Body Type: Inverted triangle

Skin tone: Olive skin

Hair: Armpit length, dark brown and wavy

Eyes: Almond shaped, dark brown

Style: Casual chic

Zodiac signs: Taurus Sun, Virgo Rising, Cancer moon and Aries Venus

Mbti: INFJ

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite food: Ice Cream

Things I love: reading, drawing, writing, cooking, walking, daydreaming, sleeping, rainy days, cookies, gardening, listening to music, animals, cherries, watching Youtube and surfing on Tumblr.

Love Language: Acts of Service and Physical Touch

Personality : I'm an introvert, but I can act as an extrovert. I'm really sarcastic, I hate confrontations, from the bottom of my heart, and most of the time I'm more of a diplomatic person. I’d describe myself as stubborn, intelligent, argumentative, hard-working, patient, emotional, creative, empathic, bossy, helpful, kinda bitchy when I’m angry and sensitive. 

I'm a really loyal friend and the mom of the group. I have all kinds of things in my bag: tissues, lip balm, pens, emergency numbers, etc. I'm the eldest, and I love my siblings, even though they drive me crazy most of the time. I love learning new things, reading new things.

My favorite colors are blue and purple, my favorite flower are cherry blossom and lotus and my birthstone is an emerald.

And I think that's it ^^. Thank you so much and have a nice day :)

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛    𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑧𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙! You would show him the softness that he needs. He’s been through a lot, especially in his childhood, and isn’t a very open person. His quiet personality would work so well with you, because although you aren’t the most loud person, you can hold a conversation. And you would keep him comfortable in both social and intimate settings. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Doesn’t want you to feel like you have to be with him. So committment was very difficult for Az. But once you prove to him that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, he’d tie himself to you in every way possible

・Doesn’t like going out all that much, prefers to stay home and spend time with you. Loves laying on the lounge with you on top of him, reading while the fire is crackling. 

・Towers over you - and makes you feel like a Hobbit at times, especially when you haven’t got heels on. 

・Calls you ‘sweetheart,’ ‘darling,’ ‘my heart.’But only when you’re alone.

・Being protected even when he isn’t there. Either there’s someone shadowing you so that no one will step out of line and hurt you, or socially everyone knows you’re Azriel’s, so no one starts anything with you. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Young and Beautiful by Joel Sunny

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Similar Personalities ↬ Morally Grey (Az) x Always Tries To Do The Right Thing (You) ↬ Would Die For Each Other

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Soulmates

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: He loves that you’re the mum friend. You’d become a member of the Inner Circle, and basically become everyones mum. High Lord Rhysand hasn’t eaten? EAT RIGHT NOW. I’LL MAKE YOU A SANDWHICH. Amren, the most fearsome person you’ve ever met? If you don’t drink that glass of water, you aren’t getting dessert! 

  He just loves how you aren’t afraid to fluff over people. And you know what? The whole Circle absolutely fcken loves it. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would be Feyre! I think she would love how much you care for others. The fact that you labelled yourself the mum of the group; she'd absolutely adore you.

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: From Nesta's book 'A Court of Silver Flames', I think you're most like Gwyneth Berdara! Not sure if you've read the book, so I'll do my best not to spoil it. But she's a very gentle-natured diplomatic young woman. She's so gentle and caring and would do absolutely anything for her friends. Like Elain ... but more badass....

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

It was by accident. Complete and total accident. You didn’t even know magical creatures could become domesticated! Let alone ... well, see for yourself:

The poor thing had a broken wing and you took pity on it. For weeks you had been visiting the creature, until Azriel followed you one morning and scared the living day lights out of you. 

   “I thought you had been seeing someone else-” He said with a sigh of relief.

”Ugh, nope. Just...” and then you stepped aside and showed Az the creature. 

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐸𝑑𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛! He would be the best match because you need someone who is emotionally mature and aware. You would get fed up with someone who is absentminded. Edward would remember everything about you. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Always stands up for you, and if you’re ever in a bad situation, he’s always the first person who will help you

・Likes when you hum, or turn the music up and dance. Your happiness is his happiness

・He would be so awkward around your family for a while. Especially if you had siblings. He would want to get as far away from you as possible - he doesn’t want to take you away from your family. But you want him in your life. And he’s just going to have to deal with that!

・His love language is quality time and acts of service. You always have a clean car, perfect tyres and the best stereo. He wants to give you the best of everything actually.

・His nicknames for you are variations of your name. But the way he says it is always different from anyone else who does. It’s like he says your name with so much love that you always melt.  𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Into My Arms by Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Edward) x Soft on the Outside x Soft on the Inside (You) ↬ Mum Energy (You) x Dad Energy (Edward) ↬ Forbidden Love 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Beauty and the Beast

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Edward loves that he doesn’t have to change himself for you. That you don’t want anything but him. Sometimes he can think he isn’t enough, but you remind him that he’s perfect the way he is. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Alice Cullen. I think you two would have a lot of fun together. She would take you to the best shops and want to pick out new clothes for you. You love hearing about the visions she’s having. 

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: I think you’re a mixture of Angela and Esme. You’re very kind-hearted and intelligent. You’d never leave anyone out, and people love being around you because of how attentive you are.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

Given to you when you were younger by your parents, this little kitty has been by your side for everything. Named after Betty Boop, she wasn’t so sure about Edward for a while. 

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐃

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛! He would absolutely love that you have such a big heart. He would find how much you care quite odd. And the fact that you show your love so openly - it astounds him. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Feels the most safe, and welcomed is when he’s with you. He honestly doesn’t feel comfortable unless you’re around

・Whenever you’re upset, he will get ready to literally kill that person. You’ve had to calm him down on multiple occassions because he was actually going to.

・His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. The latter is how he likes to receive love. 

・Will always bring you back gifts whenever he’s off travelling. Not that he travels often, but when it calls for it, he will bring you something special. 

・Likes when you braid his hair. He’ll wear it to bed and wake up with wavy hair. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

True North by Joseph Trapanese

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ “I love you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Aemond) ↬ Chaotic Dumbass (Aemind) x That’s My Chaotic Dumbass And I Love Him (You) ↬  𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Only One Bed

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your loyalty. That you always have something in your satchel that will help any situation. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would definitely be Rhaenyra! She would take you out of your comfort zone, and give you the confidence that you sometimes lack. I think you’d also be like a big sister-mother figure, with your caring ways and gentle aura. 

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: I think you’re a mix of Rhaenys II and Heleana. Both dreamy but alert and responsible.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕: You would be the rider of Dreamfyre, the she-dragon who had hatched during the reign of Aegon I, the Conquorer. She’s smaller than Caraxes but larger than Syrax. 

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Bio and Relationships:

Full name: Querubín (Cherub in Spanish) also Mont Blanc Querubín (after her adoptive father Mont Blanc Cricket)

Nickname: Miss Cupid (“Cupid”is her pseudonym as an artist and the “Miss” is added then by Sir Crocodile to use as code name for her once they are involved with each other.)

Age: Late 20’s

Birthday: 2/14

Nationality: Skypiean

City of birth: Shandia (Skypiea)

The current place of residence: Rainbase, Alabasta

Occupation: Contemporary Artist/Art Historian/ Art Authenticator

What does the character like? Querubín is very fond of flowers and plants as they grow from soil— substance revered in the sky islands. Her husband had a garden constructed just for her and it’s her safe haven.

What does the character dislike? Querubín strongly dislikes manipulation, coercion and being deprived of her autonomy because of her upbringing. (Ironic, since Crocodile is the king of manipulation…) Physically, she is bothered by the tugging at her wings and the plucking of her feathers, which is difficult considering she sticks out like a sore thumb in most places, especially the desert kingdom. (However, Crocodile wouldn’t allow any stranger to lay a finger on her once they are an item.)

Status: Married to Sir Crocodile

Personality:

MBTI: INFJ (The Advocate)

Positive Traits: Attentive, caring, kind, honest, resilient; Querubín tries to see the best in others, often giving chances and when she loves, it’s sincere and unconditional. She is always willing to learn and is very passionate about her interests on different subjects.

Negative Traits: A stubborn perfectionist who is somewhat naïve, resentful and amoral.

Appearance:

Eyes: Dark Brown

Hair: Black and wavy

Skin: Nude beige (based off my foundation so sorry if this sounds weird 😭)

Height: 5’7 (170 cm)

Body Type: Plus-Size (apple-shaped)

Wings: Black kite-Flagged with the feathers curled upwards

Clothes: Her ‘signature’ outfit is a gray knit halter crop top with a heart-shaped keyhole; which helps accommodate her wings, making open back garments her preferred style; the top & bottom of it are connected by a string of decorative jewelry. Adorning the lower half of her body are a violet long high-waisted skirt with double slits; a black pair of Mary Jane style heels adorned with a golden heart buckle on their straps with the soles in a contrasting color fuschia.

Jewelry: Gold heart drop earrings, gold bangles (one on each wrist), a golden thigh bracelet and her wedding ring that is an amethyst gemstone cut in the shape of a heart.

Make-Up: Light purple eyeshadow and rose pink lipstick

Left: Cross Guild/ Post- TS, Right: Pre-TS/ Alabasta

Relationships:

Parents: Unknown biological parents. [Adoptive father: Mont Blanc Cricket]

Siblings: Unknown biological family [Adoptive Siblings: Masira & Shoujo]

Spouse: Sir Crocodile/Mr.0

How they met: Querubín settled down in the city of Rainbase where she built a solid reputation as an anonymous artist using the pseudonym “Cupid” who specialized in anatomical pieces combining the delicate beauty of the local flora and fauna she observed during her childhood in Jaya and now in Alabasta. Her pieces gained popularity for their unique aesthetic as well as being featured in popular establishments seeking to attract more visitors (purchases via art vendors, etc. to remain anonymous). One day, she is approached by a beautiful tall woman with a special proposal… A commission piece for the owner of Rain Dinners Casino who expressed fondness over desert lillies and bananagators. Cupid is invited by Miss All Sunday to the grand reveal of the special piece with the promise that her anonymity would be respected as well as exhibiting other artworks that had also been purchased alongside the main commission piece. Once the casino’s owner made his entrance, Cupid was gobsmacked witnessing opulence incarnate, feeling a rush of pride once he began to express his fancy. The man was perfect yet imperfect and she couldn’t help but admire him from afar. What she didn’t know was that the man had piqued his interest for a while, having noticed her particular appearance, making Nico Robin keep tabs on her. As the evening progressed and guests were leaving, Crocodile approached her with a smug smile, “Superb work, Miss Cupid”. After the initial shock had passed, Crocodile insisted in wanting a detailed walkthrough of each exhibition piece with her on his arm. The rest of the evening was spent conversing about her artistic skills, about their shared fondness of animals, her small feathered companion… and the part of her anatomy that made him think of old stories involving entire civilizations built atop clouds. Miss Cupid was eventually chosen by Crocodile as Miss All Sunday’s assistant in managing the art market in Alabasta while also creating more pieces to display at the high class establishment that is Rain Dinners. This was only the beginning of what would later become their long courtship… The rest is history as they develop strong feelings for each other and eventually marry. The original commission piece is still displayed in Crocodile’s private office.

Children: Luffy (canon-divergent AU)

Baroque Works: Basically, agents ranking closer to Crocodile would usually be burdened with the bodyguard job while he is busy in his office.

[Nico Robin/ Miss All Sunday] Nico Robin and Miss Cupid bond as a result of their lines of work/study (Archaeology and Art History) going hand in hand (it is also the reason Querubín met Crocodile in the first place). Nico Robin is also fascinated by Querubín’s homeland as it was believed to be a myth and so Robin wants to know more about it. They are quite fond of each other and develop a close friendship in time. Being able to study a living breathing dinosaur (Berry) as well is certainly a bonus!

[Daz Bones/Mr. 1 ]To Daz, their relationship is strictly business, yet Querubín still appreciates him all the same. She thinks of Daz as a gentle giant and makes sure he knows how much his work and dedication is appreciated.

[Bon Clay/Mr. 2] Their relationship is sweet and they consider each other friends rather quickly. Bon-Bon is the first friend she made on her journey away from home!Querubín adores Bon-Bon and is happy to have them around. They can often be seen having tea with Querubín and Marianne in the garden.

[Marianne/Miss Goldenweek] Their relationship is a lot like Big Sister/Little Sister as well as Mentor/Student. Querubín is very supportive of Mari’s artistic prowess as well as expressing fascination in regards of how the girl uses her abilities. They have a good bond too! Querubín helps her learn more about art and encourages her to experiment, which Marianne appreciates greatly.

[Pet: Berry ]

Originating from Little Garden, her egg had been stolen by a traveling merchant looking to make good money off of it in Mock Town’s market. Upon arriving on the island of Jaya, the egg was stolen again by a hungry South Bird who attempted to take it back to its nest in the South Grave rainforest but dropped it beforehand due to its weight. Luckily, it was found by the young girl who saw the bird drop something. After inspecting the extraordinary egg, she decided to bring it back home with her to try and identify what it could be and to not abandon it to predators. (Paying forward the kindness the Saruyama Alliance showed her). Querubín took care of the egg until it hatched, not only revealing a species she had never seen in the rainforest, but a dinosaur nonetheless! However, the two quickly became inseparable and so ‘Berry’ became part of their small family (and also becoming the subject of many life drawings).

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An OC Introduction

Machxi “China” Strobovski

Technical Information

Name ~ Machxi Strobovski (pron. Moxie Strobe-off-ski)

Russian Signature - Махси Стробовски

Japanese Signature - モクシー ・ ストロボフスキー

Other Names - China (By Laura and Tiara,) The Successor (By Angellica,) Senior (by Victor and Angellica,) Rustic Clockwork (By Erie)

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Biological Information

Age - 19

Sex - Female

Blood Type - N/A. No one’s sure, not even she’s sure. Her blood is different from a humans’.

Birthday - 5 April (she picked this date out and calls it her birthday.)

Star Sign - Aries

Pronouns/Gender Alignment - She/Her, Cisgender

Orientation - Bisexual (She has a preference for women.)

Height - 5’7 ~ 170 cm

Weight - 143 lbs ~ 65 kg

Race/Species -African American Tarwill (I’ve given you all a link to understand them better.)

Skin Tone - Chocolate Brown (in her human skin,) within her Tarwill Form it’s like a very dull version of that. Her skin kinda looks like dirt water in color and is bruised and cracked.

Eye Color - Magenta

Hair Color/Length/Style - Dark Silver with a blonde ombré, her hair is mainly up in a big bun most of the time and it’s very curly.

Figure/Body Shape - Muscular, Pear Shape

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Description

Machxi Strobovski is the successor to Angellica. She is a distant relative of Viktor, although no one knows how closely they’re actually related, and if they’re actually related at all. She is considered a senior of Infinity School, and as such she travels around, eyeing the protagonist from a distance. She’s known to be quite stiff in nature, easily annoyed by Viktor and his antics. Being a Tarwill, she’s seen most of the time with her mask on, hiding her true face from the school. She’s described as a beauty by Mr. Mix, which she strongly disagrees with when it comes from him, but when it comes from Erie, she welcomes such a compliment with a hidden smile and a dark blush coating her cheeks. A mystery walking in gothic heels, and a velvet smile hiding under her mask.

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Abilities and Assets

Molting

Machxi’s skin isn’t her own—she stole it from someone that walked the school previously. She can take this skin off at will to reveal her Tarwill form at any time.

Inhuman Strength

She has demonstrated multiple times that she can kick a door out of its hinges, and she’s also able to hold Erie down, albeit not indefinitely. She’s not as strong as Viktor, but her strength is about the same as Tiara’s.

Healing Factor

While not being able to regenerate completely from wounds, Machxi can heal herself, allowing her to quickly recover from things like bone fractures or bullet wounds.

Defensive State

If she sees that she’s become too weak or too injured, she can retract her body inside her mask, like a shell, to protect herself from further harm.

Excellent Performance with Sharp Objects

She has extensive knowledge on how to use sharp objects, and can wield them with incredible precision. This is seen and complimented on my Mr Mix when she can mince garlic cloves and onions with no difficulty. Her weapon of choice is a rusted pair of scissors that she picked up from the Art Floor, and although they aren’t that sharp, she can wield those quite well.

Conscience Reading/Heart Reading

Machxi is able to distinguish human emotions very well, as well as read them. She is a master at psychology and sociology, giving her a psychic sort of approach. With a flash of her eyes, flashing into a brighter shade of pink for about a second, she is able to register someone’s true intentions, as well as discern a truth from a lie.

Corrosion

With incentive, anything that Machxi touches can corrode over into a rusted version of itself. She can control this ability fairly well and is able to manipulate whether she wants something rusted or not under her touch. She cannot however corrode other living organisms, no matter if she has the incentive or the intention to do so.

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Behavior

Machxi, unlike the the other characters in Infinity School, doesn’t have a designated floor. She’s roams around Infinity School, mainly for the soul purpose of following Angellica around. The reason as to why she does this is unclear to most inhabitants of the school, but she says it’s to monitor her as she goes through the school, and to ensure she isn’t harmed by anyone else but her. Machxi doesn’t want anyone else causing her harm, so what she does is that she manipulates Angellica into thinking that she’s a safe haven, there to help her, always approaching her in her complete human skin—without her mask.

Although her mask is the core of her life force, it has been expressed that she can go for at least nine hours without it. This isn’t natural to tarwills, as this behavior was conditioned. She trained herself to resist harm without her mask to appear more human to humans, expressing authenticity with her human disguise. The closest thing that mocks her mask would be the gold glasses she wears, which provide some sort of leverage for her without her mask. She is also seen on lunch breaks in the restroom with a lit cigarette. She doesn’t actually smoke— the human that she took the skin she wears did, another act of authenticity. She just holds lit cigarettes for a while until they shorten, or if she’s feeling impatient she’ll take her scissors, cut off a length of the cigarette and relight it to make it look like she was smoking.

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Relationships

Viktor Strobovski

Viktor is the math teacher, and to her dismay, her predecessor. Everyone seems to be under the impression that they are related in some way, although this in itself is questioned. As Tarwills, they have the same complex abilities just in greater strengths. When he starts pulling out his jokes and memes, that’s where she views him as detestable, claiming she doesn’t have time to deal with his foolhardiness. She doesn’t understand where his anger comes from when. It comes to incorrect answers, believing that he has a perfectionist complex, or that he’s just psychotic. They talk from time to time in their own language, but it’s not often. “Why are you a math teacher if you’re bad at math?” “Shh don’t tells the other children okays?” “Sure I guess.”

Tiara

The significant other of Victor. Machxi doesn’t interact with her simply because of the fact that they’ve fought numerous times. While either Laura or Viktor was there to break it up however Tiara has a strong distaste for Machxi simply because of the supposed affiliation she has with him. Machxi on the other hand has tried to be nothing but good to her, and she just treats her attempts to hurt her as attempts to be immature and crass. Nevertheless they are the same species, and therefore that’s the only thing stopping Tiara from doing any real damage to her— the fact that she, Machxi, Viktor, and Dubory are the only ones left limits her to what she can do. She calls her China out of spite, and she on the other hand refers to her as a monster for hurting Alice.

Mr. Mix

Mr. Mix is an interesting case. Mr. Mix really likes Machxi, despite her apparent dislike for him. She doesn’t interact with him often because she claims he grosses her out, but sometimes she has no choice but to. In scenarios where cooking is involved, she must interact with him. Of course, she tries to minimize all interactions with him as she can possibly take. Not a lot can be said on their relations, since they’re’s so few if she can even help it, however, everyone assumes that they are not in good terms.

Alice Freudenmascher

Poor girl, Machxi believes. She’s probably just like Angellica, had it been for Tiara possessing her. She tries her best to protect her from Tiara in the ways she knows, however, she knows that there’s only so much she can do, and she can’t completely stop Tiara from possessing one of her good friends. When not protecting her however, they can be seen studying history together, as she has been seen to be have an interest in learning human history. She grows interested when she hears Alice speak about war, and how it impacted the lives of many humans across the world of Earth. Overall she sees Alice as a good person to be around, a very valuable friend to have, and an excellent person.

Erie

Ah, Erie. Machxi often visits her library just so that she could see her. Victor thinks she may have a thing for the robot, however, she knows that she is taken by Alice, and therefore doesn’t try to make any moves unless Erie makes it clear that she wants to be polygamous. She checks out books from her library all the time, sometimes just for her leisure, sometimes to study with Alice or Viktor, and other times she gives some of the books she checks out to Angellica to read if she gets bored while in her watch. They have good interactions, it’s just that Erie finds Machxi a little strange due to her seeing her want to coddle Angellica from other entities in the school. It’s clear that Machxi has a trust for Erie, often going to her for advice.

Laura

Their relationship is extremely stiff. Laura just tends to be overall formal with her, and tends to call her China, despite it making her feel uncomfortable. She doesn’t know if it’s supposed to come out of a place of harm or if she’s being serious, but she assumes the ladder just to remain passive. If she has issues at all, she goes to Laura if she knows she has trouble dealing with something or someone. They don’t interact a lot, but if they do, it’s because Machxi goes to the Punishment Room to check up on Angellica. Often times she goes there to defend Angellica, claiming she did nothing wrong and that she needs to leave her alone. However, she just does this to coddle Angellica, wanting no one else to harm her… other than her.

Angellica

How did she even end up here? Whoever put her here needs to be slapped. Regardless, Machxi wants to protect her from everyone else. Her own intentions say otherwise from what everyone else seems to believe. She wants to be the one to bring Angellica pain. This could stem from her strong dislike for Mr. Mix, or her feeling that she needs to compete with Victor, since they are related in some fashion. Angellica seems to see Machxi as an acquaintance despite them having very notable differences. As Angell can’t talk, Machxi reads her heart to hear what she has to say, which is a gateway to figuring out her secrets and the things she wants to hide from her, allowing her to be manipulated by Machxi further. They seemed to be on good terms until Angellica finished the history floor, where Machxi reveled in her victory, her plans coming into true fruition. After stopping Alice from doing harm onto Angellica, she planned to try and take Alice’s place, trying to hurt Angellica in the process, basically it becomes a hot chase where Angell has to evade Machxi.

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Trivia

Her blood is white, and upon tasting it, it can be noted that she tastes like an unripe pomegranate without the sweetness.

Mr. Mix believes she wears licorice perfume. That’s just the scent she gives off. She smells like straight up licorice.

She likes Tetris and often plays it in her spare time. (Her favorite part is the music though.)

She learned English through Marzia so that she could seem more authentic to Angellica and the rest of the dimensions’s populous.

It’s unclear whether or not her intention to hurt Angellica is because of everyone else and that bandwagon or she has something against her. She stated she doesn’t get a thrill from hurting others, although the act itself does require a lot of effort and gut, which she most certainly has.

Unicorns creep her out. She claims to not like anything with horns despite her love for dragons and narwhals.

She prefers to be called Machxi. China was the name of the person she took her skin from, and she actually likes the name, she believes it’s an improper way to address her.

She loves sour candy. She loves bitter things. Give her a warhead! She’ll be content.

Humans intrigue her, which is why she doesn’t have full on disgust for Angellica.

In her Tarwill form; she doesn’t look like an actual Tarwill. Her skin just mutates and dulls over. However she can still pull her actual skin off, she just refuses to do that because she claims it’s painful and slimy.

She has an eye for anything steampunk. Erie gave her the clothes she has as a Christmas gift. The ones she has for her Tarwill form are her default clothes.

Her speaking voice is Morgana from League of Legends, when in human form. Her voice distorts when in her Tarwill form. If you’ve heard Coven Morgana’s voice, that’s it. Her singing voice matches Christina Perri.

She isn’t easily intimidated and is highly agile. If she sees you’re holding a Tarwill mask, thinking she’ll stop following you, she won’t stop. It won’t hinder her.

She doesn’t reciprocate affection well and often pushes it away.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

2p Ukraine

Name: Maria Braginskaya

Age: 28 human, 1621 nation

Height: 5’7

Weight: 153 lbs

Appearance: She is big-chested like her 1p, but hers don’t have the consistent boom boom sound. Her hair is dark brown like Viktor’s but has an overall colder tone to it. Maria has her hair end at the shoulders but usually wears it up in a bun. Her eyes are an icy blue, that strikes fear into anyone without a spine. Their family has fair skin, and she is no exception.

Maria has a well-built body. Muscles from various training and exercises have toned her body. She occasionally has modeled as well. Her physic is maintained via healthy eating as well. This is done via moderation in her dieting.

She wears very business-style clothing. Things like pantsuits, long pencil skirts with a nice blouse, or a nice dress. The colors tend to be solid and that make her eyes stand out. When she is trying to seduce someone, or out at the clubs, she wears tight and very eye-catching dresses. These dresses tend to be bolder in color and catch attention for all the right reasons.

Personality: Maria is about business. She is willing to make almost any deal, as long as there is a contract. For her, a contract is the lifeblood of business, and without it, there is no point in negotiating with anyone. Business is one of the things Maria excels at. She can talk almost anyone into taking her deals.

Ukraine is very seductive. She loves going out and catch the eyes of all men around her. It makes her feel powerful and feminine at the same time. She uses her silver tongue and looks to sometimes get information or to find the perfect guy to take home for the night.

She takes no crap. Insulting Ukraine results in being told about all your own flaws while being beaten down. Though her brother sometimes does the beating for her, those are rare moments in where Viktor gets to the person first. There have been moments when she instead of physically beating a person down, will use her connections instead. A rich man with a good job could easily be black-listed and lose it all in one day. 

If Ukraine wants something she gets it. She is very assertive and knows how to line things up for her to take the top position. So have no fear if you are on her good side, fear all if you are not.

Dead: She freezes death with her stare, no joke.

Weapon: Her contracts and Fort-14TP

Family:  Russia, Moldova, Belarus

ETC: She doesn’t enjoy farm life. Maria likes the city and its sounds much better than the silence of the country. Ukraine finds farm life dirty and just the thought of being left at a farm sends shivers down her back.

She wears heels all the time and almost everywhere. She can parkour in those heels. Do not mess with this woman when she is wearing heels. She doesn’t need to use her weapon when she has her heels.

Viktor will occasionally go to Maria for help with creating contracts to trap his enemies or victims. She enjoys this, Maria feels like she is fulfilling her responsibilities as a sister and as a nation when she helps takes down traitors or just getting rid of annoyances.

[snoopdoodle]

Prologue to "t. millers :: spacing out"

Happy to post something finally, and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it :-)

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“Alright, dad, I think you should be leaving before my ‘mess of a boyfriend’ gets back,” The woman spoke in a tearful voice.

The boy’s mother was a nice woman, a young one, however. She had lovely brunette hair with blonde-dyed bangs and 2 strips that held her face’s shape beautifully. She had pale, white skin that was soft like a baby blanket. Her eyes were a lovely diamond blue, and he lips were a soft pink color. She was at the natural height of 5’7, but on heels, she was around 5’8-5’9. At the time, she was wearing a nice yellow sweater with a white, collared undershirt. She had baggy, black pants which were held in her place with a brown belt. She was also fitted with some medium-height black combat boots.

“You are seventeen years old! You shouldn’t have a child! You run away from home-” Her father boomed, but she was having none of it.

“I didn’t run away! You were drunk when I left- I- I left you a note! It was on the fridge! Mom had agreed, and I wanted to get away from you so my son wouldn’t have to worry about anything!” She screamed back, her voice was turning dry and hoarse.

Her father to a step back. His gray hair blew a bit in the wind. The young boy who had been hiding under the chair came out and looked at the front yard where the argument was taking place. His teary blue and green eyes stared back at his mother and the man who had driven to his house to scream at his mommy.

“What does he want with mommy?” The boy mumbled before deciding to find out on his own.

He trotted down the course, carpet stairs, and stared at the dark oak door that was left wide open. He looked down a bit and stared at his bare feet. The brown-haired boy nodded his head a bit before he started walking to the door. His movements were slow and quiet as he made his way.

“The carpet feels weird,” He mumbled as he stepped over the legos on the floor.

Before Clemintine, his mother, had ushered him to go upstairs in their cozy home, the man had driven up to their driveway and banged on the front door. He had just been playing with the new lego set that his dad had got him before he had left to get groceries. The boy frowned again remembering how the ‘mean man’, as the boy had dubbed him, ruined his fun and made his mom sad. His pace became quicker, and soon he was trying to get enough courage to run outside. After a good two more minutes of yelling the boy had had enough and decided to run outside.

“What do you want with my mommy?!” He yelled as he bolted to his mother.

The pitter-patter of his feet when they landed on the concrete made the man frown. He ran into his mother’s leg, his head just standing at her waist. His arms wrapped around her thighs.

“Toby…” Clementine mumbled as she held onto her son.

He held on a bit tighter, the gray-haired man chuckling. He moved his feet a bit, the nice black dress shoes he had on clicking and clacking with every motion of his foot. He ran a tanned hand through his hair before opening his mouth to speak. Although, his words were cut off by the crawling of a throat.

“Hey, man, what are you doing on my land?” A deep, monotone voice asked.

The older was startled. He turned around, expecting to find a man, maybe a bit shorter than him and his 5’10 body. What he didn’t expect, however, was a 6’5 giant behind him. His aura reaped with anger and he had an overall scary vibe to him.

As said, he was about 6’5, edging on 6’6. He had split dyed hair, from the front he had black hair on the left and blonde hair on the right. His eyes were a piercing, yet threatening green. His skin was pale as well, and he seemed to have one of the meanest resting faces out there. He had on a black zip-up jacket that had an American flag on the left sleeve, and under that, he had on a white shirt. The man wore black cargo pants that were full of items the older could not see. On his belt, he had an, assumed, loaded handgun

The older man’s eyes widened and his body went tense. Tobias’s eyes widened with excitement as he yelled something that made the man pale.

“Dad!” Tobias yelled, running to the tall man.

Tobias had gripped the man in a hug as the taller hugged back, squeezing his large arms around Tobias’s small figure. Tobias smiled at his father, giggling as he was lifted from the ground. His laughs echoed through the yard, making Clemintine smile.

“W-who are you?” The old man asked, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

‘Well, oldie,” The man snarled, looking at the elderly person, then to his wife who had a kind face. “I’m Dakota, the owner of this land. Who are you, to be exact?”

“I-I’m Jason… Hart. I’m Clementine’s father,” He stuttered out. He had a heavy New-Yorkern accent, and he sounded like he was trying to speak with confidence and power.

“Well, then hi, sir. I’m Dakota Millers, Her boyfriend,” Dakota spoke with a snarky smile. His nice, white teeth showing.

Jason took a closer look, and he saw the fangs that were cuddled into his mouth. Jason hadn’t realized it yet, but Dakota Had struck his hand out, beckoning for him to take the hand.

Dakota scoffed before putting his hand back, “And I thought I was the one without manners.”

Jason huffed a little, looking back to his nice black car.

“I’ll be g-going now,” He started, before walking to his car.

Clementine smiled, her hands moved on their own as she watched her father walk back to his car. A few tears dripped from her chin to the pavement below. All of a sudden, a shut from her echoed across the neighborhood.

“Don’t come back, ya’ stingy old man!”

Dakota threw his head back in laughter and Tobias began giggling as well. He didn’t know what was going on, he just knew that if dad was laughing, he should laugh too. Clementine looked to her boyfriend as he turned to her, both smiling as they heard the sputtering of a car engine.

"I'll race you to the door, whoever gets there last has to order dinner," Clementine spoke, giggling a bit as she watched her husband's eyes darken.

"You wouldn't..." He spoke, a small smile gracing his features.

"I would, three, two, one, race!" She shouted, laughing as she took off.

"How dare you!" Dakota jokingly yelled, racing off with a giggling Tobias in his arms.

[lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie]

And now presenting my OCs!

I hope you like them all! I’m still learning how to do this stuff. Their profile pics were made in picrew as I can’t draw digitally at all XD

(Tagging @alinatheanimelover @i-read-by-lamp @enigmasalad and of course, my dear @bonthescottishvamp because why not!)

Name: Valentino Amadeus

Age: 27

Ethnicity: Italian-Filipino

Gender:Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay

Appearance:

- Eye color: Bright blue

- Hair: Black

- Height: 5’5”

- Skin tone: Porcelain

- Features: A few moles here and there on his body.

- ETC: Slender body

Personality: Flirty, seductive, sassy, loves teasing his boyfriend, shy at first, sweet but funny

Preferred Clothing: Tight fitting clothes, button downs with the buttons undone down to his chest, chokers and collars, ear piercings, glasses (when he can’t be bothered to wear his contacts), boots, lingerie in the bedroom, skirts, dresses, heels, and purses

Other Info:

- Loves riling up and teasing his boyfriend.

- Has a daddy kink

- Loves dirty jokes and pickup lines.

- Grew up with two dads who love and support him.

- Loves dancing and singing

- Wears makeup

- Does not like rough sex

- Is actually a total sweetheart and a cutie when not trying to flirt with or seduce his boyfriend.

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Name: Axel Imperial

Age: 30

Ethnicity: Chinese-Filipino

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bi

Appearance:

- Eye color: golden brown

- Hair: jet black, short and often slicked back

- Height: 6’2”

- Skin tone: cream

- Features: scars on his torso from past altercations

- ETC: Has a black dragon tattoo going down his left wrist that represents his leadership over the Onyx Dragons, his mafia group.

Personality: cold, clever, secretly soft but only for his boyfriend, patient, intimidating when he needs to be, can also be generous and compassionate when he needs to be.

Preferred Clothing: Expensive suits, leather jackets, piercings, ankle boots, and button ups with the sleeves rolled up.

Other Info:

- Took the mantle as head boss after he lost his parents to a rival mafia group.

- Always carries a gun and has several guards following him as he didn’t want risk losing anyone else after the incident with his parents.

- Has trust issues because the mafia group that killed his parents used to be a group they could trust. He was there when the leader of the other group killed his parents.

- Has vowed to kill that group’s leader when he finds them. The leader had vanished after that night to avoid being tracked by authorities.

- Has a bit of a drinking problem and tends to get drunk on Jack Daniels whiskey.

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Name: Luna Aster

Age: 26

Ethnicity: Latina

Gender: Female

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bi

Appearance:

- Eye color: pale green

- Hair: dirty blonde, short and wavy

- Height: 5’7”

- Skin tone: Vanilla

- Features: freckles on her cheeks

- ETC: none

Personality: Sweet and flirty, protective, funny, will destroy anyone who hurts those she cares about.

Preferred Clothing: suit vests, leather jackets, button downs and flannels, and dark clothing.

Other Info:

- Works as a bartender at a bar called Galaxy.

- Lost her mother through a divorce with her father.

- Lives in Los Angeles but flies out home to visit her father every other year.

- Can put up a good fight due to years of experience in stopping bar fights and doing lots of training.

- Loves dirty jokes.

- Often sings while she works.

- Used to have long hair but cut it off after her mom divorced her dad as a sign of rebellion.

[gracelandwritestoo]

introducing - Delilah Alexandra Connelly (mafia verse), details below the cut 

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Delilah Alexandra Connelly

Nickname: Lilah

Birthday: March 10, 1988

Age: 33

Gender: cis female  

Place of Birth: Richmond, Virginia

Places Lived Since: Charlottesville, VA; Cambridge, MA; Washington, DC

Current Residence: City name tbd, very large and fancy apartment with Clarke 

Nationality: American

Parents: Senator Scott Connelly (R-VA) & Eleanor Calhoun Connolly

Grandparents: John & Alice Connelly (deceased); Stuart & Elizabeth Calhoun

Aunts & Uncles: tbd

Number of Siblings: one older brother

Relationship With Family: Close to her brother, major daddy issues

Happiest Memory: graduating top of her class at Harvard Law (what like it’s hard?)

Childhood Trauma: Daddy issues from being used as a pawn for her father’s political career

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5’7

Build: slim

Hair Color: blonde (dyed from red after a breakup lol)  

Usual Hair Style: polished & professional shoulder length

Eye Color: grey

Glasses? Contacts?: none  

Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): high fashion power suits, professional, she favors darker colors

Typical Style of Shoes: heels to step on people with

Jewellery? Tattoos? Piercings?: engagement ring & simple earrings, she has a tattoo of a scorpion on the back of her neck

Scars: scar on her shin from falling off a horse as a child (very rich bitch of her)

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: southern gentility accent that deepens when she drinks or talks to her parents, she spins her engagement ring when she’s focusing

Athleticism: she’s very fit, runs regularly and plays tennis when she can

Health Problems/Illnesses: anxiety, probs a lot more unaddressed 

INTELLECT:

Level of Education: JD from Harvard Law School

Languages Spoken: english, spanish, turkish (sanem), portuguese, latin, working on korean 

Level of Self-Esteem: lol very very high

Gifts/Talents: photographic memory, charming

Mathematical?: more analytical

Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: logic and ambition

Life Philosophy: to obtain influence and power in whatever way she can

Religious Stance: raised southern baptist, absolutely not practicing

Cautious or Daring?: cautious & calculating

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: sanem, her daddy issues

Optimist or Pessimist?: realist

Extrovert or Introvert?: extrovert

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: engaged to Clarke Maeng, sleeping with Erica Durmaz-Markovy

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Past Relationships: Sanem Durmaz, others tbd

Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: bossman doesn’t like when the lawyer fucks his daughter

Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: they outlived their usefulness to her

Ever Cheated?: yep, currently is

Been Cheated On: not that she knows of

Level of Sexual Experience: high

A Social Person?: Yes

Most Comfortable Around: her brother, Clarke, Erica, Sanem

Oldest Friend: tbd

How Does She Think Others Perceive Her?: charming & wealthy, she thinks people tend to underestimate her intelligence due to the way she looks and her general demeanor but she doesn’t mind this. Those who know her better she thinks see her as ruthless and ambitious

How Do Others Actually Perceive Her?: ice cold and ruthless, ambitious, falsely sweet/soft, intelligent

SECRETS:

Life Goals: achieve the most power & influence possible

Dreams: being happy and satisfied with what she has

Greatest Fears: losing control

Most Ashamed Of: hurting Sanem & lying to Clarke, doesn't mean she’s going to stop

Secret Hobbies: true crime books, cooking overly elaborate meals

Crimes Committed (Were they caught? Charged?): so many crimes too many to list, her job is to keep others & herself from being caught so nope

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

Night Owl or Early Bird?: night owl

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: heavy sleeper

Favorite Animal: foxes

Favorite Foods: whatever fancy cuisine she’s currently into, will always go for her grandmother’s apple pie & vanilla ice cream

Least Favorite Food: fast food - babes is a snob

Favorite Book: We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

Least Favorite Book: torts textbook

Favorite Movie: Heathers, Legally Blonde, campy horror movies

Least Favorite Movie: cheesy Rom-coms & screwball comedies

Favorite Song: Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

Favorite Sport: tennis

Coffee or Tea?: coffee

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: smooth

Type of Car She Drives: 2021 Land Rover

Lefty or Righty?: left

Favorite Color: blue

Cusser?: yep

Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: only smokes when she’s very stressed or very drunk, yes to drinking, has dabbled in drugs in the past

Biggest Regret: hurting sanem & continuing to do so

Pets: a two year old german shorthaired pointer named Banana

[harryandmolly]

Complicit // 1

summary: Shawn is under more pressure than he’s ever known. He craves release and comfort, the simplicity of sex. He gets more than he bargained for.

warnings: language, NSFW, me writing Niall’s accent

WC: 6.7k

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“So… are we talking like, full on whips and chains and nipple clamps and shit?”

Shawn’s eyebrows are lost somewhere in his hairline, but at least it’s more life in his eyes than Niall’s seen in a while. Niall tries not to go pink at Shawn’s assumption, but he’s still not that good at talking about all this.

“No, no, mate. I mean, some of ‘em do that. I think, I mean, based on what you pay for it, they’ll do whatever you want.”

Both guys go quiet and squirm a little uncomfortably. They’re sitting in Shawn’s living room in his $3 million bachelor pad, furnished very tastefully and expensively, talking about hiring sex workers. It doesn’t look or feel great.

Niall sighs. “It’s not like Pretty Woman. These girls don’t even charge by the hour. They’re escorts, not hookers. They’re educated and articulate and the kind o’ woman you could have on your arm at any industry schmoozing event and no one would bat an eye. That’s the whole point.”

Shawn nods thoughtfully. He’s heard of agencies like this, obviously. He’s been around the industry long enough to know guys like him, and producers and managers and agents and other high-powered men, aren’t driving down Hollywood Boulevard looking for $200 an hour streetwalkers. But that doesn’t mean Shawn’s ever remotely considered utilizing a service like this.

“But… they’re dominatrixes?”

Niall tips his head back and forth, squinting as he looks for the words. “They’re dommes. ‘S a bit different. La Splendeur is the name o’ the agency. They hire women that boss you around a bit, in some form or an udder. I mean, have you ever tried that?”

Shawn flushes a little and scrolls through his relatively short sexual history. “... sort of? Like, she’s on top?”

Niall sighs and closes his eyes with a wise smile. He has much to learn.

“‘S just a suggestion. La Splendeur is the best of the best. Super discreet. Beautiful. Interesting girls. And it’s better stress relief than I’ve found anywhere else.”

“Including golf?” Shawn quips.

Niall barks a laugh. “Including golf. I’ll leave you the number and you can decide. I really like Karina, but it might be weird knowin’ we’ve both had our hands in that cookie jar. Up to you, mate. Totally up to you.”

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Shawn has never been so anxious about a phone call in his life. He goes through his phone and turns off location services first, suddenly paranoid that they could somehow track his device and be able to broadcast this for the whole internet. Plus, he’s busy with pre-festival run promo, so he’s forced to make the call in the middle of the day. 

He goes to great lengths not to be heard, very publicly excusing himself to the bathroom and then running off to a quiet conference room down a hallway that was deserted. He shuts himself inside, stands in the corner by the window and dials, hands shaking.

The voice on the phone is smooth and easy, probably used to dealing with nervous wrecks like him all the time. She explains how it works -- the rates, the wire transfer, the security, the booking. Selecting his date comes down to an emailed photo portfolio, password encrypted and accompanied by a very stern warning not to share it with anyone, even potential referrals. Shawn supposes that makes sense -- they don’t want these photos getting passed around without the safety net of knowing that in return, the agency has the client’s private email address.

He’s twitchy all day before he can get home to his laptop, kick off his Saint Laurent chelsea boots, and pick his date.

‘Date’ is how he’s trying to think about it. Niall encouraged that, too. Shawn texted to let him know that he’d made the call (less than 24 hours after Niall had made the suggestion). Niall was over the moon, reminding him that it’s supposed to be fun and he shouldn’t feel weird about calling. It’s like a guaranteed great first date, just… a really expensive one.

Shawn opens the email to a PDF of professional and truly stunning photos. Each girl has a short bio and a series of shots that really don’t feel at all like advertisement for sex. He takes note of Karina, Niall’s favorite, a short and curvy Filipino girl who apparently excels at tennis, loves to sail and has an MBA. Her photos are gorgeous -- her on a beach wearing a tasteful cover-up and a flower in her hair with just enough cleavage to catch a guy’s attention, standing beside a tall window in a snug dress and heels, and grinning on a tennis court, a cute candid.

In total, there are about 25 women on La Splendeur’s roster of sorts, more than Shawn expected. They’re incredibly diverse in terms of race, shape and size, all accomplished and learned and surprisingly non-threatening, given the niche service they provide. Only one had him scrolling back up to look at her again and again.

Penny, 26, has a master’s degree in criminal psychology, is fluent in four languages, is an excellent skier and has a German shepherd named Pamela. Her photos show her lying barefoot in a cocktail dress on a lounge chair with a look in her eyes that says she already knows everything about you, looking over her shoulder to laugh at the camera during golden hour from above the Hollywood sign, and his personal favorite, a black and white close up headshot. She doesn’t look to be wearing a stitch of makeup. Her hair is wet and slung over and around her face like it’s in the wind. Her lips are parted, her eyes are dark, and Shawn has to meet her immediately. 

Penny. Penny. Penny.

God, he can’t fucking wait. He’s so keyed up he actually grins at the change he gets from a barista at Commissary because she gives him back two cents.

His instructions are clear and concise. He is to get himself to the Chateau Marmont and head into the bar, where he will give his name. Someone will escort him up to his suite for the evening, where he will be greeted by security, who will confirm the receipt of the wire transfer and wait until his date arrives. Check out time is 11:30am the next morning.

The big guy who lets him into the room seems friendly enough, but Shawn is sure his every move is being watched by a hawk. Even with rich and famous clientele, agencies can’t afford to take risks with their employees. At least he doesn’t feel like a nervous kid being scrutinized by his prom date’s dad while he waits. In fact, the guy, Gus, he says, sees him shaking like a leaf and murmurs that the mini bar is fully stocked. He excuses himself to wait outside.

Shawn pours himself a glass of bourbon on the rocks and looks around. He’s never been in a room at the Chateau. It’s a bit odd -- almost too comfortable to be a hotel. There’s a full kitchen and vintage furniture that looks like it belongs in a warm, comfortable apartment rather than the stoic uniformity of a hotel.

He’s rattling ice in his glass anxiously and staring out at the lights of West Hollywood when the door opens. He’s just distracted enough not to stand immediately when she walks in, and he realizes a little late that it’s rude, so he scrambles to be upright and almost drops his fucking crystal glass.

She’s smiling warmly at him like they’re old family friends. It’s not clinical or superficial or forced. It’s a real smile, and it’s so beautiful. She’s so beautiful.

I mean, wow.

She’s medium height, 5’7” probably, but taller in her spiky heels. Her hair is lighter than he saw in the pictures, probably from the summer sun. Her olive skin is gorgeously bronzed. Her brown eyes are darker than his, like espresso. Her eyes are wide set and framed by well tamed thick brows. Her lips are full and European. Italian, he’d guess.

So why is her name Penny?

Shawn almost rolls his eyes at himself. He doesn’t know why that’s sticking in his head now, of all moments. Gus gives her a nod and shuts the door. As she approaches, graceful and quiet even in her heels, Shawn blinks, staring at the door.

“Is… uh, does he stand outside the whole time?”

Penny smiles again and cocks her head, shaking it. “No, no. He’s my driver, not my guard dog.”

Shawn gives a weak chuckle and it sounds pathetic to his own ears. At the mention of dogs, his mind springs to Pamela the German shepherd. He wonders if she’s real or a line in a bio to make Penny sound quirky and likeable. He watches her lift her sheath of thick hair over one shoulder and reach for the glass of bourbon in his hand to take a sip. He decides he doesn’t care.

“Please, have a seat,” she suggests, gesturing to the sofa. He blinks too much and plunks himself down, clearing his throat.

She lowers herself beside him, facing him with her arm stretched along the back of the couch toward him. She folds her ankles and for a second Shawn thinks about the scene in The Princess Diaries when Mia falls out of her chair trying to pull the same move. Penny emulates Queen Clarisse instead. Shawn tenses against his own will. He can feel himself shutting down.

Penny takes another sip of his drink and eyes him carefully from over the glass. She’s been doing this long enough to know when a guy is locking up in front of her eyes. 

It’s like Operation. You have to move slow and careful, or you get zapped. He could be the kind of guy that would respond well to her dropping her hand to his knee while they talk, or it could send him springing across the room. Penny follows her instincts and instead flicks her heels until her multi-thousand dollar shoes clunk onto the hardwood below her. She curls up her feet beside her and tilts her head to rest against her fist.

“How long are you in LA for?”

It’s one of her favorite safe questions. It offers potential to discuss work if he wants to go there, but is vague enough to offer him an out if he wants it.

“Uh, for another couple weeks. I’ve got some meetings and events and stuff and then I think I’m bouncing around. New York, maybe. I don’t know my schedule as well as I probably should.”

Well, at least he’s talking. She hands him back his glass with a wink.

“Schedule schmedule.”

Shawn smiles. It’s tentative still, but sweet. She made the right move by taking off a layer of the untouchable glamour.

It’s her move again. She considers the board, eyes her options, keeps her fingers delicate on the tweezers.

“I listened to your music this week.”

It’s a risky shot, like going for the funny bone. She already knows, can tell by the way he carries himself, that he’s here to work something out of his system. This appointment isn’t about satisfying a rakish curiosity or an ego thing, or worse, a sex addiction. He needs something from her -- comfort, release. If it’s his music that’s driving him to need her, mentioning it off the bat like this could do some damage to the trust she’s working to build. She holds her breath.

He lights up.

“Oh, cool. All of it?”

She wiggles her naturally shaped eyebrows. “Right down to “Something Big.””

Shawn winces playfully and laughs. It sounds real this time. “Yikes.”

“No, it was cute,” she insists, her fingers stretching out along the back of the couch to nudge at his very solid arm. He goes a little pink.

“Do you have a favorite?”

Shawn doesn’t mean to put her on the spot. For all he knows, she just googled his albums to have something to say. But he asks anyway, despite himself, because he’d like to know which, if any, of his songs caught the attention of a woman like her.

“I like “Particular Taste.” It came on in my car the other day while I was on Mulholland. It’s a damn good car song.”

Shawn feels himself get a little smug. “Thanks. I like that one, too.”

They’re watching each other quietly, feeling the tension build. Penny wets her lips and leans in, getting ready to speak again.

“So how long have you been doing this?” Shawn blurts. His eyes go a little comically wide before he course corrects and inspects his nearly empty glass.

Penny is startled, but tucks some hair behind her ear and regroups. “Almost five years.”

“Wow. That’s… wow.”

Penny shares a wise sort of smile that reminds Shawn uncomfortably of Emily. “It’s nice work if you can get it.”

“Right,” Shawn croaks, glancing away.

Penny feels the gentle sting of having nicked the board just a bit with her tweezers. She reaches out the arm against the couch and lets her fingertips skim his lush curls. His chest shudders and his eyes dart toward the window. He raises his shaky hand with the empty glass to his lips for something to do.

Penny drops her other hand to his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Hey,” she murmurs, all honey, “Would you like me to refill that?”

Shawn looks down at his drink and shakes his head. “N-no, that’s ok.”

Penny swipes her tongue over the front of her teeth and decides to toss her playbook aside the way she does on rare occasions.

She scoots in, cups his cheek in her hand and focuses his eyes on hers. His jaw twitches under her fingers.

“What do you want, Shawn?”

He blinks quickly, startled that she said something, confronted him with the actual situation they’re dealing with.

“I’m… I don’t know. Can… can we just talk for a while?”

She eases back a little, drops her hands in her lap. “Of course. About anything in particular?”

Shawn bites the inside of his cheek, then says, “How did you get into… escorting?”

He emphasizes the last word as a question, unsure if he’s using the right terminology. She nods reassuringly.

“Well, around the time I was graduating from college, I met a girl at a party who recruited me, for lack of a better term. She told me about the money, the tips, the security, the gifts. Sounded pretty good to a 20-year-old without a post-grad plan.”

Shawn’s eyebrows lift. “You graduated college at 20?”

She shrugs. “I skipped the 4th grade and AP tested out of most of my freshman year.”

He’s impressed. And intimidated. He fights the instinct to curl him up into himself. He doesn’t want to feel small beside her. He wants to feel impressive, too.

“That’s pretty cool. Do you do this full time?”

Penny laughs. It’s light and airy and maybe just a little… restrained somehow.

“Yes. You’re very curious about my line of work.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be-- I mean, I just… Sorry--”

She stops him from stumbling all over himself by planting a hand around his wrist.

“It’s ok. I’m just not used to being asked. Most people… they don’t want to be reminded that they’re paying for it.”

As soon as she says it, she hears the mistake in her words. Fucking amateur bullshit, she scolds herself, watching him cave in. His eyes drop to his feet and his chest rises and falls a little harder.

“Hey,” she prompts gently, keeping her hands off this time for fear of sending him flying, “Don’t shut down on me.”

He looks back at her blankly. “Don’t…?”

She presses her tongue out to smooth along her lower lip. “I’m here to help make you feel good, Shawn. I’m excellent at knowing how best to do that, but I think I’m gonna need an assist from you this time. So just… don’t think, don’t act, don’t react, just feel it. And tell me what you want.”

“I want to cuddle.”

He says it so suddenly he surprises himself. Without missing a beat, Penny nods, formulating a new gameplan in her head. She bites her lip and reaches for his twitchy hand in his lap.

“Ok. I can do that. I just want to get comfy first, ok?”

Before he can wonder out loud what she’s going to change into and how she got clothes in here without him seeing, she leans in and presses her lips to his delicately. His frazzled brain lights up like the 4th of July, sending thoughts flying like out of control fireworks. He kisses back after a second or two, firm but chaste. He murmurs subtly into her mouth.

Small victories.

When Penny walks out of the bathroom five minutes later, her makeup is wiped clean, leaving her face a little shiny and flushed. She’s in touchably soft clingy leggings and a Lululemon hoodie, looking like an athleisure ad. She’s still barefoot, her white painted toes winking up at him before she drops onto the bed and waves him over. He makes to climb up next to her and she hisses, gesturing to him with a wave of her hand.

“I took off my armor, Mendes, you need to do the same.”

Shawn swallows and smiles shyly. He kicks off his shoes, balls up his socks and drops his jeans into a heap by the bed. In his taut navy t-shirt and custom printed Calvin Klein boxer briefs, he settles in beside her, mirroring her position on his side.

“Ok, cards on the table, I think. Bad breakup? Tour anxiety? Voice struggles?”

Shawn’s chest rises and falls heavily with a deep, unrestrained sigh. There’s no reason to hide from her. She doesn’t know him. She doesn’t have expectations. She’s a safe space.

He stares down at the curve of her hip as he speaks. He tells the story from what he thinks is the beginning -- Emily’s first mention of the idea of the PR relationship with Bex. He explains the strategy and the trajectory, that they expect to be in and out of the public eye throughout the summer festival run and will not-so-quietly break up just around the time his album releases in the fall and Bex heads out on tour for her brand new EP.

Penny nods along while he speaks, pursing her lips and shifting slightly closer to him. She’s not working consciously, not timing the seconds between movements like she sometimes does, like she did even just on the couch a few minutes ago. But as he talks, she feels the tension start to drip off him and release to the point where she has no hesitation in slipping her fingers into the tight, short curls at the back of his neck while she runs her toes up and down the back of his calf.

He seems comforted by being able to touch her, too. He rests a hand in the dip of her waist and it wanders slightly up her ribcage and upper arm, twisting his long pale fingers in her hair. He watches it curl and bend for him. He can’t remember the last time he played with a woman’s hair like this.

When his cursory explanation ends, he closes his eyes and rests his head on his folded arm. Penny’s fingers tug gently at the nape of his neck for his attention.

“Sounds like a lot.”

Shawn’s chest stutters. His eyes well. He turns his face into the pillow, embarrassed by the hair trigger of his emotional reaction.

“S-sorry, I just… fuck. I don’t know why I’m--”

He cuts himself off with a final unintended whimper of defeat, a nice bookend on a chunk of shame he can hang onto and revisit in his head when he needs it the least.

His eyes are snapped shut. The tears on his lashes start to wick into the expensive fabric of the pillowcase beneath his head. He’s waiting for her -- he doesn’t know what for. He’s waiting for her to leave him there to cry it out, get back in her expensive shoes and clack away from his misery. He’s waiting for her to shove a hand down his boxers and give him what she thinks he paid for. He’s waiting for her to hate him like he hates himself right now.

Slowly, timidly, he opens his eyes. She’s there, blinking at him, face as placid and reassuring as he’s seen since she got here. She doesn’t look ready to run. She doesn’t look at him like the pitiful creature he’s acting like. She slides her long fingers up further to cradle the back of his head and make his wet eyes flutter.

“Would you like to hear what I think?”

Shawn pauses, then nods.

Penny wets her lips. “I think maybe you’re not very good at compartmentalizing yet.”

Shawn frowns slightly and starts turning circles on her lower back with the pad of his thumb, nodding at her to continue.

“This relationship stunt doesn’t define you as a man or as an artist. It’s publicity, the same way appearing on GMA is publicity. It’s not as honest, maybe. I can see that’s part of what bothers you. I can understand that. But this is a means to an end. You’re not using Bex; she’s aware of what she’s involved in. She benefits, too.

“So instead of letting this become something that bothers you in quiet moments, makes you question what this makes you look like or even who this means you’re becoming, you need to accept that this is a part of your job and it’s not who you are.”

Shawn blinks dumbly. He’s been trying to convince himself of this for a while, but he’s never come close to sounding as soothing and confident as she does right now. This woman listened to him yammer for seven minutes about his stupid pop star problems without rolling her eyes or waving off his concerns.

Thank god he’s paying her to be here or he swears he’d already be half in love with her.

Shawn closes his eyes and nuzzles his cheek against the pillow. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes you may.”

He opens his eyes and watches her, settled by the distinct sensation that she’s allowing him to proceed as he’s comfortable. At the same time, he’s deliciously unnerved by something lurking behind her eyes, like she’s deciding how long to give him before she takes over. He hopes it won’t be long.

Shawn cups a large palm around her cheek, marveling at the silkiness of her hair in his fingers as he leans in, brushing his lips over hers. He hears himself murmur gently at the slick warmth of her lip balm. It tastes like rose water and coconut. 

He eases back after a moment, his head spinning.

“Jesus Christ, that’s incredible.”

Her long, dark lashes lift and lower lazily, casting shadows on her cheeks in the lamplight. “Kissing me?”

He shakes his head, marveling with a gentle groan, “Yes. Why does kissing you feel like the best thing that’s happened to me in months?”

“It’s simple. It’s stable. It’s honest.”

She says it like she didn’t have to think about it. She’s unwavering and direct and he knows she’s probably really good at all this because of who she is and what she does but he doesn’t think he cares right now if it’s not genuine. It feels too fucking good.

He smirks. “Do you have an answer for everything?”

Her full lips spread in a lazy grin. “Yes.”

“Thank god,” Shawn mutters just before pressing his lips back to hers.

Shawn has no idea what to expect. It’s been what’s had him on a knife’s edge since he booked this appointment. His curiosity has been his friend while zoning out in meetings, standing in security lines at airports, stripped down to his boxers in front of a team of people while trying on show clothes. An experience like this to look forward to was an intense enough distraction from his anxiety.

And now, lying in a bed next to her with her perfect tongue tangled with his and her soft hands roaming his body hungrily, but with purpose, his mind races -- what will this be like? What will this feel like? Is it really as good as Niall says?

She pulls back suddenly, her lips leaving his with a wet smack. His hips rut against her stomach in response.

“Time for you to stop thinking,” she rasps. Shawn squirms at the fucked-out quality of her voice. Is it at all possible that he’s got her as worked up as she has him? He’s already throbbing for her in his briefs, which he knows she can feel against her thigh.

He brushes his nose against hers a little desperately, silently begging for more. Even with his eyes closed, he can tell she’s smiling when she cups his cheek and rolls their bodies so she’s lying slotted up against him in every way that makes him crazy.

“You like kissing, huh?” she breathes. It’s not teasing, not really. It’s curious and gentle. He can feel the way she takes note of the things that have him panting a little harder, pressing into her more insistently. It makes him feel important and a little bashful. He nods anyway, lifting the corner of his mouth.

“You’re a good kisser, Shawn,” she sighs into his mouth, dropping her weight into her hips and sliding her hands up his chest to rest over his pecs.

If her tongue wasn’t teasing his lower lip, he’d be grinning like an asshole.

His hands are growing frantic. They can’t decide where they like better -- her supernaturally soft hair, coursing up and down her spine, or resting on the toned swell of her ass. So they wander, getting grabbier as they go, until she pulls away again with a long lick of her wet lips.

“What are you going to do to me?”

He hears himself ask it over the rushing of blood in his ears. He can tell by the way she smiles down at him that he looks horrified at his own question. She pushes some curls off his forehead and looks him over, slowly, carefully, admiringly. Shawn is on fire beneath her, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

As if in slow motion, she tucks a hand under his neck. The motion fixes his manic, desperate eyes on hers. His breathing slows. His heart drops into his gut. His jaw tightens.

“Anything I want.”

Her voice is hot and sharp. Shawn’s face screws up like his body is physically overwhelmed by the idea of all the pleasure she can offer him. His eyes snap shut and the groan he releases is inhumanly loud.

When he can force himself to look back up at her, Penny has straddled his hips and works on lifting her hoodie up and over a black bra that he’s sure only a woman like Penny could wear… like that.

Her breasts are full and soft, as evenly tanned as the rest of her, from what he can see, which is not enough. He gets a flash of a vision of her lying on the chaise on the balcony outside their Chateau suite without a stitch on her, sipping a mimosa and smiling when she catches him admiring her. He grunts and reaches for her, needing to take and touch and taste.

His hands are pinned beside his head before he gets far. He gasps. His eyes blur with her quick movement until they can refocus and realize she’s holding him down, her breasts a breath away from his mouth.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

“Listen to me.”

It’s clear and stable and calm like a beacon in a storm. Shawn juts his chin up defiantly, licking his lips.

“You don’t touch me until I tell you to. If you do, you don’t touch me at all, not for the rest of the night. Do you understand?”

Shawn’s fingers curl into fists beside his head. His body aches, straining for the control she’s sapping from him. He’s not used to willingly giving it up, not anywhere, not for anyone.

“Take a deep breath,” she advises, feeling him struggle with the release of it, of the reins he’s held for so long his hands are fucking raw. His whole body feels raw looking up at her.

He does as he’s told. Her eyes are nearly black in the low light. He feels his shoulders soften and the squeezing of his heart start to slow, just a bit.

“You’re gonna have to walk me through this,” he grunts, shaking his head, “I-- I’m… for so…”

“I know,” she soothes, not to placate him, not to baby him. She wants him to know she understands. He feels it in the way she looks at him, the way she massages her fingers around his wrists. 

He’s ok. He’s safe. He’s safe with her. It hits him all at once like a brick over the head. He swallows.

“I’m here to take care of you. I want to make you feel as good as I possibly can.”

He nods again.

She moves slowly, gracefully, like a lithe and dangerous predator. She pushes her leggings down her hips, sliding them off her feet until they’re forgotten in a pool at the end of the bed. His shirt and boxers join them, leaving his cock aching and leaking from the tip on his lower belly. He lies beside her, as instructed, with his arms over his head, grasping a pillow in his needy fingers.

She just… touches him. 

He thought at first she was just going for a slow tease, would wrap her warm fingers around his cock after thirty seconds or so to get him somewhere, but that doesn’t seem to be the plan. He’s flat beside her, legs slightly spread, tensing and relaxing with each brush of her fingertips.

Before long, he realizes what she’s doing and it stuns him into holding his breath for so long that the gasp he releases when he remembers he needs oxygen makes her jump a little.

She’s studying him. She wants to know every inch of his body, wants to see how every subtle touch affects him. She is reading him like an instruction manual. Her eyes flicker, narrowing and darting and taking it all in. She can see every goosebump, every subtle lift of his hips, every intake of breath, every clench of muscle and little smile when she finds somewhere ticklish. By the time her scan seems complete, he’s panting, shaking, vibrating with need, and he knows she knows his body better than he does now.

And she gets to decide what to do with it.

From beside him, keeping her eyes on his, Penny reaches back and unclasps her architecturally stunning bra, draws the straps down her arms, and drops it off the side of the bed, revealing what Shawn had suspected to be the most perfect pair of breasts of all time. He was right.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he hisses, pressing his head back into the pillow to keep from lunging at her stiff brown nipples. He’s rewarded for his compliment with a sweeping hand down his stomach, her fingertips just skimming the line of pubic hair that reaches down from his navel. His hips roll up in response.

Penny turns. Shawn watches her hair swing low against her back like a pendulum, entranced before he realizes she’s standing and bending over to shed her black lace cheeky panties. He remains still, his head turned toward her as she bares herself, until she turns back and faces him and he chokes on air.

He’s seen beautiful women naked. Plenty of them. Really, he has. He knows somewhere in his addled mind that it’s the performance of it that has him so fucking high strung that he almost coughs up a lung when he sees Penny without clothes, that he really, legitimately feels like he’s going to have a heart attack just from looking at her. 

But he’s never been so goddamn hard in his life.

She takes a step toward the bed and lifts her leg to climb up next to him. He realizes with a jolt as he watches her legs separate that she’s soaking fucking wet. The insides of her thighs are slick. Shawn presses his heels into the bed to ground himself.

You can’t fake that.

Without a word, she positions herself on top of him, her strong legs on either side of his hips, her hands sunken between pillows by his head. Their eyes are locked. Shawn’s cock shifts against his stomach impatiently. Penny lifts a corner of her soft wet mouth. Shawn chokes on a whimpering sound he’s never heard himself make before. She drops her hips and he hears himself gasp.

“Oh!” he cries, throwing his head back as his hips thrust up to meet her. He vaguely feels the warmth of her lips on his chest, but he’s busy trying to fight back his orgasm that, with just the pressure, warmth and wetness of her pussy resting against his length, is roaring up in his abdomen.

“J-jesus… fuck…” he hisses, rolling his head to the side, sure if he looks down at her pretty face he’ll be coming like a freight train before she even has the chance to really do anything.

“You’ve never felt anything like this before,” she tells him smoothly. It doesn’t smack of arrogance or condescension. It’s simple fact. They both know it.

He shakes his head no, panting breath into the pillowcase.

“You never knew it could be like this.”

Again, he’s agreeing.

“I want you to remember this, what this feels like with me in your lap, wet for you, showing you how this can feel with me. I want you to look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me, Shawn.”

Another purring whimper escapes his throat. Slowly, he peels his sweaty cheek from the pillow and blinks down at her. There’s something feral that’s taken the place of what he saw in her before -- the white painted toes, the cozy hoodie, the gentle giggles. This part he sees now is going to swallow him whole. He’s going to let it, with pleasure.

Penny rolls her hips from left to right, swinging back again easily, with the rhythm of a dancer. The sound their bodies make is absolutely obscene. He grits his teeth through a hiss, watching her eyes flutter.

“You feel… incredible,” she pants slightly, establishing a slow, aching pace that makes Shawn’s brows draw together and his knuckles whiten against the pillow.

“I don’t know how long I can--”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell you when you can come.”

She says it easily, like he’s in no danger of losing his fucking mind and spurting all over her stomach in probably only a few seconds. He realizes with a shiver it’s because she knows, for certain, without a shadow of a doubt, that he won’t come until she tells him.

“You’re so nice and hard for me, fuck. Touching you got me so wet. Can you hear us?”

Shawn is quaking, clinging to sanity, as her slick folds hug his cock, grinding harder with each pass of her hips. He doesn’t trust himself to speak anymore. He has no idea what could come out of his mouth at this point. He just nods eagerly, begging his eyes to stay open so he can obey her.

“Can you feel the way the head of your cock is rubbing my clit?” she nearly squeaks, sounding genuinely as close to orgasm as he is. His eyes go wide. His stupid mouth opens.

“Are-- are you gonna come like this?”

Holding her quick rocking pace, Penny springs up, snapping at his lower lip like a snake. He freezes, whining, and very nearly loses control of his tensed arms.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” she moans, and it’s the only warning he gets before her whole body goes tight atop him and she gushes all over his cock and thighs.

“Holy fuck, holy fucking shit,” Shawn gasps, rolling his hips to cradle her as she stutters through it, mewling and humming against his chest. He watches her eyes squeeze shut and open again slowly, looking up at him like she forgot he was there.

In the stillness, the room is so quiet, it’s loud. Shawn feels every cell in his body screaming, begging.

Penny licks her lips and shifts, getting ready to bear down. “You can come now.”

His hips take off at a sprint with her permission. She keeps up easily, using her weight in her knees to drive herself back against his every stroke, egged on by the wet slap of their skin and the glazed look in his eyes.

“Penny, I’m coming,” he warns her, because he feels like he should and he doesn’t know quite why other than he thinks she craves her permission for everything now. She squeezes her swollen lower lip under her row of straight white teeth and watches curiously, doubling down on the stroking of her hips.

“Shit! Oh fuck!” Shawn screams, hips roiling and rioting beneath hers as he comes hard, spurting against her swollen folds and between their clenching stomachs. His vision goes white. He can’t hear himself if he keeps talking, or yelling, and he can’t hear her if she’s trying to soothe him through it. It’s several seconds before he crash lands to feel her peeling her body off his and sees her shifting back over his thighs.

He doesn’t have time, or the mental capacity, to speak before she reaches between her legs and swipes a hand through her wetness and his. Her palm is slick, glistening in the low light. She reaches for his tired cock and gives it a squeeze.

“I want one more.”

His eyes bulge. “What?”

“One more, Shawn. Come again for me. You’ve been waiting for this for a week, I know you have it in you. Now fuck my fist and come for me.”

Shawn’s jaw drops as she pulses her fingers again. Despite everything he thought he knew about his own body, he feels himself already starting to harden in her palm again. He groans loudly, pulls his shaky legs so his feet plant below him, and starts lifting his hips.

“Ohmygod. Oh… oh my god,” he pants, eyes wild as they fix on her in disbelief. How did she know? How does she have this much power over him already? How does he make sure she never gives it back?

“Yes,” she praises, looking ravenous as his hips pick up speed and he grows fully hard in the clench of her fist, “Fuck, you’re so fucking good for me.”

His head tips back. He mewls a noise of overwhelmed pleasure and fucks his hips up even harder.

“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna fucking come again!” he shouts, pupils blowing out as he comes up on his forearms and bucks his entire lower body, quaking as he hurtles toward a second orgasm.

Penny lurches forward, swallowing the scream she knows is building in his chest with a searing kiss. His abdomen clenches as he bursts for her again, drenching her fist and his belly. It’s shorter and rockier than the first orgasm, sending him falling back to the bed totally limp and sated in only a few seconds. Penny mercifully releases him from her fist, using her other hand to smooth through his hair.

She’s concerned for a minute that she broke him. He just keeps staring at her, blinking too slowly, not speaking. She presses little kisses over his face, partially to encourage him, and maybe a little bit to distract herself from trying to make him come again because holy shit, she loved that.

“Never done that before,” he mumbles finally, his eyes sliding shut, like he’s finally secure enough to close them and believe she’ll still be sitting there when he does.

She nods, though he can’t see her. On her own wiggly legs, she manages to stand and get a wet washcloth from the bathroom. When she returns to wipe him off, he’s blinking at her curiously.

“Can I touch you now?”

She grins. “Yes you may.”

Shawn smiles gently. His eyes slide shut. He lifts a heavy palm to her thigh, rubbing her soft bronzed skin in a tender gesture of thanks. 

Penny tosses the cloth aside and folds up against him, manipulating his arm around her as she lies against his chest.

“Wanna see you again,” he whispers. She bobs her head.

“Anytime you want.”

He presses his face into her hair, inhaling expensive salon shampoo and exhaling at least three months’ worth of stress. He’s asleep in under ten minutes. She decides to let him rest and behaves herself enough not to wake him up for round two (or three, technically) for at least an hour.

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[nicolamarchette]

Task 1

Basic Information

Full Name: Nicola Marchette

Nickname(s): Nik, Niky, Cola

Age:34

Date of Birth:September 22

Hometown: Queens, New York

Current Location: Still Queens. Before that…well if I told you then it wouldn’t be a secret.

Gender: Nicola is 100% female.

Pronouns:Nicola goes with she/her.

Sexual Orientation: Nicola is heterosexual.

Occupation: She is currently the owner of GRT Art Gallery.

Living Arrangements: She lives in Queens with her daughter Waverly and her significant other Cassian in a house that they renovated together.

Language(s) Spoken: English, some Spanish, Russian

Accent: Uhmmm I’m not sure that I have one. I probably do just not really aware of it.

Physical Appearance

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Height:5’7

Build: Nicola has a slim, hourglass figure.

Tattoos: Nicola does have tattoos. She has balance in script writing on the side of her foot. She has joy in script on the side of her right wrist and a crescent moon on her ribs.

Piercings: She does have her ears pierced.

Clothing Style:Nicola has a very chic laid back style. She loves wearing classic pieces such as jeans or heels. She loves designers from Australia and France.

Favorite Accessories: A necklace that her mother gave to her which she rarely takes off, black heels, a good handbag.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Her lips or her smile. She does have a birthmark on her shoulder but sometimes there are things that are deep that can not be seen.

Health

Physical Conditions: Physically she is good health.

Mental Health Conditions: Nicola has some lingering PTSD from some events in her life. She also has insomnia from time to time and sometimes she does have nightmares from a traumatic time in her life.

Allergies: Nicola is allergic to chocolate (I know it sucks) and cinnamon.

Sleeping Habits: It depends. If she has insomnia it’s usually a pretty long night with no sleep. Sometimes she sleeps whenever Waverly does. When Waverly does sleep through the night Nicola does get sleep and when she does she tries to be up before 8 but that isn’t always the case.

Eating Habits: Nicola tends to eat healthy. She tends to eat mostly vegan but sometimes has the occasional cheat day.

Exercise Habits: Her exercise habits are usually boxing, some sort of interval training, pilates, dance. She tries to go four or five times a week but after having her daughter she tries to fight in exercise when she can even if it’s just dancing for a few hours while Waverly sleeps or chasing her around.

Addictions:None unless you can really count work

Drug Use: Everything she takes has been prescribed.

Alcohol Use: Definitely wine but sometimes whiskey

Personality

Label: The Survivor.

Positive Traits:compassionate, loyal,protective, maternal

Negative Traits: Stubborn, reckless,impulsive,

Goals/Desires: Nicola wants to be the best mother that she possibly can be for her daughter. She wants to give her a better life than the one she had. She wants to see more of the world. She wants her family to be safe, to be happy, and to be healthy.

Fears: While she does have fears of clowns, heights, spiders to name a few she does fear that she’s not good enough, that she won’t be a good mother and losing those who she really loves and cares about.

Hobbies: She loves to read. She loves to take walks and she does paint on occasion. She loves spending time with her daughter.

Habits: Running her fingers through her hair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger

Favorites

Season/Weather: She loves spring, summer (to a point) and fall. She’s not a fan of really cold weather.

Color: She loves colors that remind her of the ocean and storms. So blues, grays,etc.

Music Genre: She is a fan of a lot of different genres of music. She loves alternative rock, indie music, Latin music

Movie: Now this is a hard question because it’s hard to have just one…but Selena, The Princess Bride, Labyrinth and The Wizard of Oz are all favorites and she enjoys watching Disney movies as well.

Sport: Nicola doesn’t watch sports. She will watch DWTS but as far as sitting down to watch football or any sport like that she won’t.

Beverage: As crazy as it sounds water, green juice, and wine.

Food:Apples, almonds and dark chocolate (I know I know a little will not kill me), grilled organic chicken

Animal: It’s hard to pick just one but she does like cats and dogs.

Family

Father: Nikolai Marchette- she hasn’t spoken to him in years. She has her reasons.

Mother: Nansi Wolfe (biological mother)- she doesn’t really speak to Nansi for a multitude of reasons. Eryn Marchette (deceased)

Sibling(s): She doesn’t have any siblings.

Children: This is a sensitive subject but technically speaking she would have two daughters.

Pet(s): She has a cat named Doc Holliday

Other Important People: Gabe James-Michaels. He is her best friend and who she goes to when she feels like everything is going to crash down on her head. She trusts him more than she does a lot of people. He is the closest thing she has to having a brother. Cassian Magnotti, he is her other half. He is the father to Waverly and is Nicola’s best friend. She trusts him with her life even though they came close to losing Waverly. Her heart belongs to him. Juliet Michaels who is the sister to her soul. Juliet is the closest person that she has to a sister.

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

MBTI: ENFJ

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Moral Alignment:  Nicola is Chaotic Good and everything that goes along with it.

Primary Vice: If she had to pick it would probably be anger. She has been hurt in the past and she still has a lot of anger for what happened in her past.

Primary Virtue: Nicola would probably have a mix of charity and kindness. She is learning to have patience. There are some things that she isn’t ready to forgive just yet.

Element: Nicola would be fire and water mixed.