#the piercing and earrings are just for aesthetic purpose

[fievell]

Boss 🫡

[andtheywere-gloommates]

all grown up: frank

you KNOW I had to save the best for last 👑💙 I’m literally so proud of him I can’t even lie. he’s everything 2 me

[moodyvoid]

I often think about the choices Dabi made with his piercings. Like obviously the ones holding his skin together serve an actual purpose, but his nose piercings and his ear piercings are purely aesthetic lmao he just wanted those

[moonastro]

pick a picture⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙨 𝙥𝙩.2

left to right(top)-> 1,2

left to right(bottom)-> 3,4

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°DO NOT take this as literal, take everything with a grain of salt as this is purely and intendedly for entertainment purposes.

°Don't be afraid to give feedback and opinions about this post (as i would entirely appreciate it).

° This is a GENERAL reading, take what resonates and leave and pass on what does not!

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PILE 1-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may have a significant-like a strong/muscley back or have problems with back pain--also the spine!!

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may regularly change hairstyle often, perhaps cut their hair a lot and dye their hair often. i see them leaning towards having red/blue/grey hair.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may like sparkly thing, for example diamonds, glitter, glass and so forth. anything with sparkles on it intrigues them.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may also be into star shaped jewellery, stars may be an interest of theirs.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may wear hats or like to wear hoods.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚loves sleeping, is a deep sleeper.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may prefer winter/ autumn more than summer/spring. prefer the cold weather in general. may constantly have a fan/air con on at all times despite the weather outside.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like cooking, preparing meals for others. are interested in learning new recipes.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like history, are fascinated about historic events and eras.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are most likely into skincare and haircare, have a designated routine that they do every day.

thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 2-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are definitely a high achiever, may have a lot of achievements academically speaking.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are sensitive to sounds, sound is very important to them. For example, may like loud music blasting in their ears or are the opposite and hate loud sounds, like hating fireworks because of their loud sound.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may have green eyes, blonde/red hair.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love children, would want a family for sure. has a soft spot for kids.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚has multiple of ears piercing, may have other body piercings also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚hate being in tight spaces, are picky about clothes and overall personal space.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚very caring and nurturing. is the kind of person to anonymously do something to protect you without craving for the attention of recognition.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚has some signature sitting position/habit that they have when sitting down. may cross their legs or bend one leg and so forth.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love warm weather, especially watching the sunrise- are perhaps a morning person as well.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love movies, might have a comfort movie that they watch over and over again.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have longer than average legs.

thanks for reading!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 3-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚loveee music, may make/create/produce music themselves.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may prefer gold jewellery or may have/own a lot of gold accessories.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may be lactose intolerant or just hate diary, cheese-- may be vegan/vegetarian or follow some sort of a diet.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may like dark themes, clothes, style, music, aesthetic etc.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚weird way to explain it but may hate how time goes fast, may be afraid of aging or growing up. even may be afraid of death also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚they don't get bored easily, can sit still doing nothing for hours on end.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have a very hypnotic/sweet/classy voice. i feel like their voice makes people melt ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚keeps to themselves most of the time, and i don't mean that in a shy matter but in a energy reserved way- they just would much rather have/prefer their own company. or aren't bothered by being alone.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚might not celebrate their birthday. or may think that there is no need to.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love thinking about the higher cosmos and the outer worldly possibilities.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may not drink enough water/don't like water/forget to drink water.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚prefer to stay silent than to express what they think.

hope you enjoyed this reading PILE 3!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 4-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are sly with things, almost like hypnotic. their actions are so hypnotising that you cant say no to them.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have a soft spot for old things, may like to go thrifting, collect lost things, love getting generational stuff passed down to them etc etc.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚definitely go with he flow, they may not think much of their future and are too busy thinking about the present moment.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like to try new things, may like to go along with the current trends on the internet and social media. may like to make social media content also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚think about others before themselves.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may be from a hot country-may be racially mixed.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are very loyal.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚keep very good secrets. i feel like they are the friend who is always getting the tea☕🍵😭

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are good with little details, are always confronted with "how do you know that" or "how do you remember that??". because they surprise people of how good they remember the tiniest of details of a situation or person.

thanks so much for reading, hope you enjoyed PILE 4!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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[seniorpollinationtechnician]

June 3, 2024 | 10:32 AM

This is Dr. ■■■■■■, conducting the autopsy of the decedent, identified as Subject Six, case number 24-81. The subject appears to be a humanoid alien female, approximately five feet five inches, weighing one hundred and forty pounds. The body was received in a sealed containment unit, transported from the scene by the ■■■■■■■■■■■■. The external examination reveals the subject to have been in good health; skin is free of lesions or signs of malnutrition. The subject's complexion is a golden hue with a slight luminescence that could indicate bioluminescent properties, potentially serving to warn or evade predators, lure prey, or communicate between members of her species. The subject possesses a total of eight ocular-like structures, four are located on the forehead, one on each side of the maxillary sinus and a pair in the standard human positions. Visual acuity and range of vision likely exceed human capabilities. The individual exhibits an unusual ocular condition characterized by completely black sclera and irises. Additionally, six of the eight eyes lack visible eyelids. This configuration suggests a highly specialized evolutionary trait but further analysis is required to ascertain the purpose of this feature. They display an elaborate, tattoo-like pattern across their forehead and cheeks. This pattern is symmetrical, with bold, sweeping lines that mimic the the natural markings found on a tiger's face. The pigmentation is deeply embedded, suggesting either an advanced tattooing technique or a possible dermal anomaly. The individual exhibits elongated, pointed ears. They extend upward and taper to a fine point. Additionally, each ear is adorned with multiple piercings, ranging from the lobe to the upper cartilage, indicating influence by cultural or subcultural aesthetics. The subject's hair is long, black and appears well-maintained, indicative of good health and grooming hab━━oh my god, she's alive! ■■■■■■■■, get the medical team here immediately! ....this is Dr. ■■■■■■, Subject Six, case number 24-81, just regained consciousness at 11:00 AM. I need to...we need to... (The recorder is turned off abruptly.)

[marypsue]

In that vein (hah), I just have to take a moment to gush about the costuming in The Lost Boys because. Have you seen the costuming in The Lost Boys. Like each costume standing on its own without anyone in it still gives you a sense of a whole character, which is important because some of these characters don't get, uh, lines. We have to be able to distinguish them immediately by visuals, and the thing is, we can, because they're not just dressed to look attractive, they're dressed with the purpose of establishing character.

Like, consider Michael. They kept it very simple for him, on purpose, he's a regular everyman kind of guy thrown into a Situation. But also, he's trying too hard. The white t-shirt, jeans, and leather jacket call back to James Dean, Rebel Without A Cause, but the leather jacket's brand new without a scuff or a crack, not broken in, and it sits uncomfortably on his shoulders. The earring doesn't suit him - it belongs to somebody else, a funhouse mirror version of himself that he's tempted by, but also it literally belongs to somebody else. Who gave him that earring? Star's implied to have done the piercing, for him, which also tracks - the earring's a little piece of someone else, someone darker and wilder, that's been dug right down into his flesh by his association with Star. It's tasted his blood.

It's also a little piece of the boys' uniting aesthetic bleeding over onto him. There's a magpie sensibility to all of them, but then each of them are visually distinct as themselves within it.

Star's clothes have 80s cuts but form a 60s hippie silhouette, solidified in time. She's the most colourful of them all, her white tops signifying a flash of innocence, but at the same time as she climbs on David's bike, she pulls on a big black jacket that almost envelops her, a little piece of his shadow falling over her and devouring her light. Again, it doesn't quite fit her, like she's playing dressup as a darker, wilder self just like Michael is.

And speaking of David. That boy is chin to toe wrapped up in black. The coat references batwings, which is a great detail. And those gloves! He doesn't touch Star; he doesn't touch Michael; he doesn't touch the world, except through a layer of darkness. It's real Old West, white-hat-black-hat level symbolism. Except.

The real villain of the piece isn't the dangerous, sharp-edged boy in black - although of course you need to look out for him, they don't call him 'dangerous' for no reason. The real villain of the piece is the most perfectly conventional, middle-class, unassuming, don't-look-twice take-him-home-to-mother normal guy imaginable. Grey and beige. Business casual.

It's the perfect camouflage for a predator.

(And then also like. I can't wax as poetic about it right now because my brain cells are otherwise occupied. But please consider how much character is there in, like, the Frogs' army-surplus duds and Sam's terrible, incredible shirts.)

[ddarker-dreams]

Scarlet ribbons but she is the one telling the boys how she thinks they are super pretty/handsome/etc.

(Ps love your writing sm, it cheered me up alot after i had a rough day yesterday uwu)

WAHH WHAT AN ADORABLE IDEA.... it's what they deserve tbh... my favs from part 5 are like the only people who get to be happy on this blog hrjktmger and i'm so glad that my writing helped cheer you up, i hope that the past few days have been treating you better!!

Reader is referred to as girlfriend here!

[Scarlet Ribbons index]

Giorno

He gets the cutest blush that he tries to hide by covering his face with his hand and clearing his throat. Passione's Don, who remains unwavering in the face of death, can't handle his beloved heaping praises upon him. No matter how suave he may act, your relationship is his first foray into romance. There's a slight shakiness to his voice when he returns your compliment. It doesn't help that there's this glint in your eye that tells him you'll be using this newfound knowledge to your advantage. He supposes it's only fair, considering his penchant for teasing you whenever possible, but maybe he'll go easy on you after learning how it feels. That isn't to say he dislikes your kind words — more so that the temporary loss in his composure is a strange sensation. Strange, yet not unwelcome.

Bruno

Your serious Capo melts on the spot at such ardent praise — he can feel Cupid's arrow piercing him in real time. He takes a moment to recollect himself, before wondering aloud what brought this on. When you point out that he compliments you all the time without any real reason, he puts his hands up in defense, conceding to your argument. If you're in public, he'll limit his response to a warm thank you. Should you be away from prying eyes, however, he'll pull you into an embrace. It serves a dual purpose. You won't be able to see the pink dusting his cheeks and he gets to wrap you up in his arms. You really are the light of his life, he'll tell you. As unconventional as the lifestyle you both lead is, it's moments like this where he delights in a shred of normalcy.

Fugo

His overactive brain temporarily short circuits. Fugo is the type to blush up to his ears, no matter how vehemently he denies it. This poor guy considers you infinitely out of his league and immediately assumes you broke the espresso machine or something and want to soften the blow by using flattery. He sputters for a few moments before his tongue recalls how to properly form coherent words. He'll downright ask what angle you're trying to use here. He isn't used to receiving compliments without the other person having an end goal in mind. Once it's clear you just felt like letting him know, he takes deep breaths to calm his heart, which he can hear thumping loudly. Fugo then starts saying that objectively speaking, you are far more aesthetically pleasing, and starts lifting off some mathematical terms that fly over your head.

Mista

Mista points at himself and says "Me?" just to make sure he heard you right. This is a big moment for him. It isn't that he doubts your physical attraction to him, but hearing it confirmed out loud in your sweet voice is a real treat. He'll sling an arm around your shoulder and drops the line, "You're not so bad yourself", because he thinks it sounds cool. Mista wants to maintain his laidback air, but when you say stuff like that, his stomach does soumersalts and his hands start sweating. He has this big goofy grin and confident gait the remainder of the day. The one trade off (in his opinion) is that the Pistols start swarming about, insisting that you pay them equal praise. Chaos ensues until you appease their neediness for your validation. It is his soul made manifest, after all.

Narancia

Narancia does a little fist pump and starts cheering internally. Although, if you called him pretty, he might pause and get petulant. He totally exudes machismo, he'll insist. He'll warm up to the compliment eventually, though, but he won't admit it. Regardless, he's hype about it. His energy skyrockets the rest of the day. He's all over you, peppering your face with kisses, picking you up and twirling you around, he's on cloud nine. He considers it his personal mission to shower you in praise and this only reaffirms the creed. He'll go up to random people in public, point at you, and say stuff like, "Isn't she so cute? That's my girlfriend, yeah, that pretty lady over there. Do you see her? Just look at her, she's amazing, the coolest ever, did you know she—" and on and on he'll go.

Abbacchio

Similar to Fugo, he initially assumes that you're trying to butter him up. He'll wryly ask what you intend to cajole him into doing. When you huff and insist that this is a no strings attached compliment, he'll study you, since he knows the many tells that signify you're lying. Upon realizing you're being genuine, he'll grumble a few words of gratitude and leave it at that. Don't let his composure fool you — his heart is pounding away like he's a hormonal teenager again. He will lie awake that night, your words repeating on a loop without his Stand's assistance, floating in this warm and fuzzy sensation. Abbacchio might not be the best with his words, but he swears an oath to compliment you properly the next time he sees you.

[niphredil-14]

ROTTMNT CASEY JR POST MOVIE HEADCANONS

I have not seen nearly enough content for my sweet angel baby boy so here are a few of my hcs.

PLEASE SEND IN SOME TNT REQUESTS!! I WRITE FOR LEO, DONNIE, RAPH, APRIL, CASEY, CASSANDRA, CASEY JR, AND KARAI

First off, I feel like Casey would be so stoked to find his mom. He's aware of the fact that she's not really his mom yet, and because of that, might hesitate to reach out to her, but that won't last long. He won't last two weeks. I feel like he would probably have the turtles help him out with reaching out to her, and would have them explain that her son time traveled back from the future so that she knows what's going on and has time to process before he just shows up like, "hi mom c:" He's just emotionally smart like that. I just know that Cassandra would be so excited. He moves out of the sewers and in with her, and I feel like it would be a super healing experience for him. He is an active participant in the non-girl scout girl scouts. They take turns braiding his hair, and Casandra teaches him to do makeup!

Speaking of hair and makeup, I feel like Casey would refuse to settle on one aesthetic. He had very little options when it came to clothes during the apocalypse, and most of it was for tactical and practical purposes, not style, so given the chance to experiment with his self-expression. While he'll never settle on just one style, I feel like an alt/grunge aesthetic would be one of his go-to's. He just really likes it. I feel like he would do that thing where he just covers his eyelids in black eyeshadow and just smudges it all around with his finger and calls it a day, but he really pulls it off well! A gauge earring truther. I feel like he'd also have snake bites, and various other piercings. Also has a slit in his eyebrow. I feel like his go-to hairstyle would be either a man-bun or a half-up-half-down style, just to keep it all out of his face while he's going about his day.

I can see him having Donnie tutor him so that he can get his GED. Part of him would really want to go to high school, but considering all the years he missed, he'd have a lot of catch up to do, and it just wouldn't be worth it for him. Once he gets his GED I think he would start with some community college courses, probably with a focus on engineering and humanities/political sciences.

He'd probably start off working retail and fast food jobs with April, and every time he deals with an asshole customer, he would joke about regretting saving the world because it meant that they were alive, or about having Mikey send them to the future. He doesn't mean it though, he's too sweet, he just gets pissy about how ungrateful people are when he had literally nothing his entire childhood, and grew up without tomorrow guaranteed.

I feel like as much as he loves the city, and seeing all the life within it, he loves rural landscaped even more. A real sucker for nature. I don't think there would have been much greenery around him in his childhood, so it's just one more thing that gets him all in his feels about how beautiful it is and how lucky he is to see it.

[gaysindistress]

Van Helsing Retold - one

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: blood, talks of burning bodies, use of ethnic slurs toward Romanian people,

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: i wrote this on my phone so if it’s filled with mistakes, I’m sorry😅

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“Ah the last Van Helsing,” a dark haired vampire sneers at me from the darker side of the room, “I have to admit you don’t look like one. Your mother, was it? She was beautiful with her big doe eyes and quivering lips, begging me to spare her. She was…delicious. You, on the other hand.”

She takes a moment to scrutinize me, taking in every inch of my body as we circle each other. She moves like a predator; her body quiet and fluid while her voice lures her prey in. Growing up around these foul creatures, I can predict their every move and motivation no matter how calculated they think they are. This one is waiting to pounce, to rip into with her fangs that hide behind painted red lips but she’s too cocky. She thinks she has the upper hand and barely gives the crossbow in my hands a second glance as she prepares her next onslaught of words.

“I imagine being a filthy orphan would change one’s appearance.”

I know her words are meant to hurt me, strike me in the one thing that separates her and I; my beating heart. I’m not surprised however, I knew she was going to pull something like this. It’s honestly a struggle to not roll my eyes at her as she continues on about whatever Van Helsing legend she claims to be a part of. I can’t find it in me to care enough to listen to whatever bullshit she’s spewing and I clear my throat to show that I’m growing tired of her.

She sneers at me again, going on something about how foul I am but I’m more focused on the step she takes forward. While we had been circling one another, she stayed just out of reach of me until that moment. The vampire, of course, thought she had distracted me and left me with an opportunity I can’t pass up. Taking it before it vanishes, the stake notched into my crossbow flies between us and finds its home in her chest. She lets out a shriek akin to that of a bat’s as she staggers back and attempts to pull it out. She lets out another ear piercing sound when the wood burns her skin and her dark wild eyes find mine.

“You bitch!” She growls and spits at me, taking lumbering steps towards me but I step back, out of her reach. I wipe whatever spit landed on me off onto my pants as I watch her crumble.

I can see the black veins crawl up her neck and onto her face the longer my holy water dipped stake sits in her chest. Less than a minute after I shot her, the dark haired vampire collapsed to the dirty wet floor of the abandoned warehouse I lured her to. Those black veins have taken over every inch of her body as she lies motionless. I wrinkle my nose as I bend down to take a pic of her and send it to my Guild master.

His only response is that he “liked” the message. You’d think that given the nature of our work, he would send a more dignified answer than “liking” the message.

Another text comes through, informing me that Sam is out front and ready to go.

“Make it quick. I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” it reads and I let out a sigh, knowing that I won't be able to follow the guild rules like I’m supposed to; make the kill, send confirmation, burn the evidence, and evacuate.

The Guild master will no doubt want my head but Sam’s increasingly stressed texts outweigh the wrath I might face. Standing and walking towards the entrance, I click my crossbow into place on my back and do a mental check for any signs of injury. In the process, I barely see the fury of black leather that lunges for me or smell the signature scent of cinnamon mixed with incense that accompanies my attacker.

I grunt as my back hits a metal pole, my crossbow creaking under the force. I touch the back of my head as it pounds from where it hit the pole and I see blood on my fingers. My gaze flickers between the blood and to the person who threw me, narrowing as my sight sharpens on who it is.

“Are you the one who killed Peggy?” The man demands.

“I’m good thank you for asking,” I snark back as I yank a cloth bandage from my jacket pocket and hold it to my wound. The metallic and earthy scent of my blood fills the air and I took note of the way he shifts on his feet when he notices it too.

A vampire.

Fucking great.

He repeats his question although through a clenched jaw, “are you the one who killed Peggy?”

I can see the already sharp jawline covered in stubble that cuts even more as he keeps it clenched in efforts to not eat me. His eyes have been swallowed whole by his pupil but I can tell that he usually has intense light eyes that might pin me in place. His body is tense, rigid almost from the pain of being so close to blood but yet unable to taste it. Narrowing my eyes at him, I don’t recognize him but his question leads me to believe that he’s a member of the Captain’s Guard, the vampire group spearheaded by the one I just killed and her husband.

“You’re about to be next,” I finally say to him and he flinches at my words. He throws a look over his shoulder before speaking, “Did you burn the body?”

I furrow my brows at him, “excuse me?”

“Did you burn the body?”

“No I heard what you said,” I say wincing as I pull the cloth from my head, “I’m confused why it matters to you.”

“Goddamnit” he mutters under his breath before saying to me, “give me your lighter and then get the fuck out of here.”

When I don’t immediately do as he said, he says it with more authority, dropping his voice a few octaves and leaving no room for error. I fumble for the lighter tucked into my pocket and toss it to him. He looks between me and the entrance as if to tell me to get a move on it.

I take off in a sprint and throw up the car door, scaring Sam and causing him to shove his gun against my temple.

“Jesus what took you so long?” He asks as he drops his weapon and starts driving.

I don’t answer, instead dropping my head back to rest on the headset and breathing through the pain at the back of my skull.

“Did she attack you?”

I shake my head and wince when it feels like the movement sloshes my brain around. Groaning, I toss the bloodied cloth to the floor and snap at him to signal at him that I need another one. I hear rustling and a warm dry cloth is placed in my hand.

“Who was it then?”

I take a moment as I replace the cloth, “I…I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“Damn there’s no need to come at me. I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay,” he grumbles under his breath, “you better pick that shit up when you get out. I’m not touching it.”

I chuckle, “you’re a vampire hunter who’s afraid of blood? The irony.”

“I’m not afraid of blood.”

“Yeah hmm sure you’re not.”

“I’m not!”

I can hear the muffled sounds of his voice calling out my name but they’re just that; muffled. I curse under my breath as my head falls forward and my sight goes blurry. When the other vampire attacked me, I hadn’t finished my mental check and missed the small cut on my hand.

“She…she spit on me,” I shutter out and weakly toss my infected hand onto the center console. Sam also curses under his breath and I feel the car accelerate as he darts in and out of traffic.

“We’re almost there, Y/N. Just hold on,” is the last thing I hear.

Bucky glares at the fire that rage before him, the scent of burning flesh and hair invading his nose without permission. The wood stake sticking out of her chest is the only thing visible and a part of him wants to remove it before Steve sees.

Of course it’s too late as the fire has already consumed the dead vampire and Steve’s angry roars echo off the walls. Bucky’s body tenses again and he rolls his shoulders to relieve some of that tension when Steve storms in. His own intense blue eyes survey the fire, the stake, and then his right hand man.

“Who did this?”

Bucky stares at the stake for a moment, eyeing the ornate cross and VH initials on its butt, “the Guild.”

Steve sees the same thing and lets out another animalistic roar.

“Van Helsing?” He turns to look at Bucky, “I thought you’d killed them all in the 90s.”

“I did too but apparently…”

Steve cuts him off, “There are no excuses! Your inability to follow a simple order is what led to this.”

He’s gesturing wildly to the fire as he continues, “my wife, my mate is dead because of you and you are going to fix it.”

Bucky doesn’t dare to look Steve dead on and settles for watching the fire. He knows what is expected of him; the kneeling, the bowing, the groveling of a lower vampire to his leader but his body won’t allow him to. He stays standing and offers only the silly words that the Captain’s Guard requires when asking for penance, “please forgive me, my liege. How am I to fix this?”

“You can start by properly addressing me.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched yet again and his nose flares at his leader’s words. A sick grin is spreading across Steve’s face as he watches the inner battle clear in Bucky’s eyes.

“Get on your knees and ask for penance the way you’re supposed to, Roma.”

The slur feels like hot blood in Bucky’s ears and he fights the urge to rip the stake from Peggy’s chest and thrust it into Steve’s.

He’ll be free of this.

Soon but not now.

Until then he drops to his knees and bows as he says those disgusting words, “please forgive me, my liege. How am I to fix this?”

“Y/N, wake up, come on Y/N,” a male voice calls to me as I slowly blink back to life. The white walls and bustling staff of the infirmary come into view as I look around me. Above me is the face of the one man I didn’t want to wake up to. His blue eyes search my face before he speaks again.

“Oh thank god,” he breathes as he tries to envelope me in a bone crushing hug. I push against his chest as I shrink back into my bed but it does nothing.

“I was so worried,” he continues as he nuzzles into my hair. I push at him again and Sam magically appears to pull him off for me.

“She just woke up, give her some space,” he lectures John, the man who decided that I needed to be crushed with a hug. I shot him a thankful look and he sent a welcoming one back but it sours when it lands on my hand. Glancing down, I see why; my hand is covered in black veins and is deathly thin like a decaying hand. My eyes widened at the sight but a doctor swoops in and sits on the edge of my bed.

“Ms. Van Helsing you’re awake,” he starts as he examines my face and then drops his gaze to my hand, “we managed to stop the venom from spreading for the time being.”

“For the time being? What does that mean?”

The doctor glances from my hand to my face and then back again, “obviously we weren’t able to extract it but we were able to stop it from spreading. The procedure is a temporary fix but I assure you we will find a better solution in the meantime.”

My face falls as he speaks and my stomach begins to feel nauseous. Sam takes the doctor’s place when he gets up and pulls me into his chest. He says nothing as he holds me, providing comfort instead in the form of a hand gently rubbing my back and the other in my hair to hold my head against him. He’s careful to avoid the bandage that’s wrapped around my head but holds me tightly nonetheless.

The vampire venom pulses in my fraile hand and I nearly gag at the feeling. I can feel the desire, the blood that it craves as it causes my fingers to twitch. I hide my face further into Sam’s chest in efforts to ignore it. However I’m not offered much relief as the vampire who had attacked me and then subsequently let me go flashes through my mind. He seemed familiar but I can’t place why. My mind races with the situation before me and loops back to him.

As if he can read my mind, Sam squeezes me once more before letting go and leaving me. Alone I'm consumed with him and nothing is able to prevent my brain from rewatching that interaction over and over again.

My heart begs my head to forget but the venom in my hand and something deep inside calls out for him.

The cold metal floor he knelt on introduced an ache to Bucky’s knees and had he not been overcome by his rage, he would’ve felt it.

The sick slur that left Steve’s tongue torches his flesh and devours any semblance of loyalty towards the vampire. Leader be damned, Bucky would be the undoing of Steve now that he proved to feel nothing for him.

“Kill the Van Helsing and bring me her head.”

Bucky’s hands ball into a fist without him noticing and he takes a deep shaky breath through his nose before speaking, “is that all you require?”

Steve says more but it falls on deaf ears. Anger courses through his body stronger than before and he gets to his feet before he was allowed to. His leader narrows his eyes at him as if he’s going to say something but Bucky cuts him off by storming out.

The words ring through his mind as he climbs into his car.

Kill the Van Helsing and bring me her head.

He slams his fist against his steering wheel and lets out a roar of anger that threatens to rattle the screws out of the car.

Kill the Van Helsing and bring me her head.

Resting his forehead against the beaten steering wheel, he takes a few shaky deep breaths. In and out.

“Think Bucky think,” he mutters to himself. He curses himself for saving the hunter's mother from Peggy years earlier. The memory of dragging her broken and mangled body from the river causes a shutter to run through him. She was only moments away from death when he gave her his blood and dropped her off at the footstep of her Guild. If he had just left her, he wouldn’t be in this situation, fighting himself to appease his leader. It should be what he wants; to bend to any and all of his leader’s wishes but there’s a tug deep inside of him that refuses to even entertain the thought of hurting her. He takes another deep breath albeit shaky and pulls his phone from his pocket. He sends a text to his contact in the Guild that reads;

“Meet me at the waterfront. 10 pm.”

Seconds later the reply comes.

“8pm.”

“10pm.” He fires back before tossing his phone into the passenger seat and drives off.

[rontra]

i like habitually give salem random arrangements of 2-5 piercings in each ear bc I think she looks cool as fuck but i don’t believe for a second that her body would respect “oh no no no THESE holes are On Purpose”. they would vanish as soon as they were able. take your earring out for a SECOND and it’s closed up. however i do love to imagine that in this world ive created here she just punches new ones whenever she feels like it & that’s also why the arrangement is always changing. commitment to the aesthetic is what it is

[cirqosmos]

Hiiiiii!

AHHHHH I'm so ready for all the &team requests to come through!

So my first request is for our beautiful boy K. Can I please request a one-shot kinda vibe where he tries to teach you one of their choreos (whatever your favourite one is) and you struggle a bit but he is so patient with you? Like he reassures you and shows you again. Just a fluffy ending where you are just crazy in love ♡

Thank youuuuuu!

THAT'S MY GIRL ! | KOGA YUDAI (K) &TEAM

warning : a little suggestive ig but it's all fluff lol

wc : 1.2k

author's note : i srsly dunno what to name this oneshot but bc of my 'desperation' to name each oneshot for aesthetic purposes for the masterlist, so yea 🗿

A series of panting left your mouth as you tried to execute the dance part in Firework’s chorus, which was apparently Kei’s part and the choreo he contributed for it. Well, it’s safe to say that the jumping part itself was the hardest to execute as every time you tried to do it, your feet proceeded to betray you by pointing in the other way. Mind you, you haven’t even learn past the jumping part despite flawlessly learning the intro’s choreo.

It feels as if your earlier petty arrogance got in the back of your head, and causing you to eat your own words eventually.

A breath of giggle echoes right through your ear, one that drips in honey, one that you’re very well familiar of. “You can do it, babe.”

“Seriously, how did you even came up with this choreo?” gripping your knees as you panted hard, your heart skipped a thousand thumps against your ribs in a millisecond—threatening to fly out at any moment.

Kei hummed in response, his eyes darting around the space as he leaned against the large mirror. “Just something I think would fit the chorus a lot, plus it screams desperation so I thought why not.”

“Yeah right, so much desperation that I couldn’t even execute this damn jump.”

“I just showed you the execution about maybe.. A thousand times?” His doe eyes pierce right through your soul, holding traces of playfulness.

“Shut up.”

Another audible giggle squeezes it way out of his mouth, a slight smirk with traces of grin adorned his plump lips. “C’mon babe, don’t you think you can do better than this? I’m rooting for you.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Teasing you is my daily pleasure.”

You scoffed in return, turning your head in the other side with your arms crossed. Your little action itself had Kei shaking his head in amusement, approaching you ever so fast despite the small amount of steps he took, something that you very well know obviously rooted from his humongous height. Damn dude, just what did his parents fed him?

His large palms flattened above your head, ruffling your hair in tender motion as he lowers his head to compensate for his height. “Look at me, love.” You pouted with another inner scoff, audible enough for him to hear. To your surprise, something poke against your cheek and you realise it was his index finger paired with his adorable features contorting in his familiar mischievousness. “Dinner, later. Your reward, if you can get past the choreo I made. Sounds good?”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion with your mouth protruding in a slight pout, “You sure?”

“Did I ever lie, though?”

“Last time you did, with that goddamn Yuma. Stealing my candy bars.”

“You’ve been eating way too much, that’s for your own good—” you tried to protest but he interrupted you quickly by leaning even closer to your face, his lips pulling up in a growing smirk. “Just listen to me, I’ve never failed to reward you anyways.”

That alone had your ears heating up, his choices of words held a thousand meanings in it yet his expression confirms which exactly he meant. Yet you held the need to question him or whatnot, pulling away in attempts to soothe your rampant heart. “Alright, alright.”

You mentally slap yourself in your imaginary space, that even though you’ve dated Kei for at least six months—his choices of words, the way his doe eyes softened at your appearance, his hands touching you in utmost tender way as if you were such a fragile thing paired with his ungodly vibes—still wreck your mind in numerous ways possible, just like when your eyes first laid on him back then.

“Let’s try again, I’ll show you one more time.” Kei pulls up a supportive grin despite his earlier mischievousness, opting to press the play button for the speaker, in which the nerve-wracking song you’ve heard a thousand times today bled out and consumed the entire dance room in it’s booming retro synth pop.

The impact of his foot landing on the dance floor paired with his fast execution had your mind boggled despite already seeing it for numerous times from the music shows, live performance, and dance practices. The way he pushed himself up with extra detail with those miniscule movements hidden in the edges of his form had you admiring just how dedicated he was in perfecting his craft. It had the deception of zero to no difficulty yet when you perform it yourself, it dawned on you and made you wonder just how many times did Kei practise this in order to show to his teammates and the choreographer.

Such little things had your heartstrings pulled even closer and tighter around his hands.

“Did you got it? You just have to push your foot and spring upwards, like running you know but in the air—” Kei repeated each miniscule section of the choreo in the best way possible, as slow as he can for you to understand. Despite his playfulness and jokes, he never actually pick on your dancing skills nor complain about how many times it had take for you, as if he was truly attentive in what to say and what not to say.

With full-blown determination paired with your fists tightening, the speaker returned back to a few seconds in the song before proceeding with the booming chorus.

“One, two, three—” your feet slided down the floor resulting in a squeak of your rubber shoes as you executed the jump, the vocals of Kei soon followed after Nicholas’ which had your heart churning of what if’s yet you pushed through, ending it with by brushing your hand against your neck and raising it up in the air.

A series of claps emitted after the chorus, turning it down a few volumes down for you to realise it was from Kei who was leaning against the wall with a proud smile on his lips, and his pretty eyes curling in crescents—his dark grey orbs exudes satisfaction and yet infatuation—all for you. “Now that’s my girl.”

‘My girl.’ that particular sentence rang in your mind akin to a church’s booming bell, one that resembles a silent vow engrained in the words—that you are his girl, his one and only. An emergency light rang inside you as a grin threatens to squeezes it was out of your lips, but eventually you gave it up, crossing your arms. “Of course, I do. Now where’s my reward?”

Your eyes softened as it lingered on the way his tender black strands bouncing on top of his fluttering eyelashes, the ever so proud grin never ceases to exists in the corners of his lips as the audible sound of his shoes approached you. Halting his steps after enclosing the distance between the two of you showcases his towering height in a stark contrast of yours, you look up to him with a sentence repeating in a traces of disbelief—the fact that this man was all yours had you melting like a butter at this point.

“Your reward,” His palms met the side of your cheeks, caressing it in a way that had you closing your eyes in order to sense it in your swelling heart. “Can wait later, what if I teach you another choreo?”

Your breath hitched down your throat and your mind immediately processed the information with a manifestation down the veins of your hands, launching midway in the air as you slammed it down his chest—causing him to yelp in slight pain.

“I’m done, look at me, I’m all drenched.” You scoffed, “Learn it by yourself, Koga Yudai! I want my food!”

Kei shakes his head in amusement, following after you by swinging his arms around your shoulder. “Alright, alright. Food is it, gonna treat you so well then.”

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[starlight-incarnate]

Ainur as Aesthetics: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the genius. ﹚: rishima singhania 781 .𖹭 ݁

. . . cold heart just for you !! 🍒 : “ i wish that i could hold onto a man, but for some reason they just end up with broken ribs whenever they give me lip. . . now move. ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 781

꒰ species ꒱ human

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ indian

꒰ age ꒱ 68

꒰ gender ꒱ female

꒰ mbti ꒱ istj

꒰ alias ꒱ dr. singhania, professor singhania, litharia’s greatest mind, co-founder of the order of aetheers

꒰ story ꒱ 

litharia’s greatest mind. a genius who could recite formulas from before she was even in the two digits. using her intelligence to her advantage through the roughness of life.

despite obstacles in her path, she works her way up. from a drug manufacturer to a world renowned scientist with a number of achievements in multiple fields.

a lady in the chair to the aetheer known as the dragon. her eventual husband with whom she forms the order of aetheers. protecting the multiverse from the terrifying dread, fighting for enigma rights across her world —

and mothering two children. what a life

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

magenta eyes, often wears dark eye shadow. has a beauty spot at the corner of her right eye

medium length black hair done in a pinup style

pale white skin as a result of skin condition. sharp facial features

5’4” ( 164cm ), an hourglass figure ( not the fantasy of hourglass! )

often has a vintage, monochromatic aesthetic with mulberry undertones. looks straight out of a polaroid honestly

always wearing some form of heels

wears a deep red or maroon lipstick

long, sharp nails that she often paints black or mulberry

standard lobe piercings and daith piercings on her ears

wears minimalistic jewellery such as black or silver chains

꒰ personality ꒱

highly intelligent and knowledgeable of the world — being a genius from when she could talk and up to her present adult years.

well known in the stem world and is an exceptional teacher at the scientific studies.

an independent woman, keeps her head held high, unbothered by any opinions that may be pointed towards her or her behavior.

easily irritated and unable to keep a filter on her tongue, she instead prefers to remain quiet and observe. however, this does not mean that she is unwilling to speak up and put someone in their place, should she deem necessary.

rather stubborn individual and very work-driven, believing that one of the purposes in her life is to.

though she carries a tough skinned and hard hearted through the years, deep down, she still feels an unwavering want to help those in need — she would never admit this, whatsoever.

due to her inability to process her own emotions, she may at times come off as awkward, especially during in-depth social settings.

she often comes off as intimidating due to her silent demeanor yet aloof expressions

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

might seem closed-off first but that is because she is not necessarily the best with emotions, does not mean that you do not get to see her softer side. she just has certain of showing it

has a surprisingly nurturing nature and is both concerned for your well-being

protective of you in more ways than one

she can be quite teasing: shameless. this is expressed through her nicknames for you along with her actions

more physically affectionate as her verbal affection has no filter / is quite blunt and at times she feels as though it may throw you off

does require a person who will be equally as nurturing as she tends to have a habit of overworking herself. will need you to drag her away from her lab. which could be difficult but once you do, she’s all over you

adores letting you rest on her while she strokes your hair but will not be opposed to switching positions allowing you to pamper her now and then

expect lots of hand holding and her playing with your hair

quiet nights of reading. whether it be in silence or her reading to you

acts of service is her love language

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

intelligence: genius level intellect that she was seemingly gifted at birth and only heightened throughout her life. she is considered to be one of the greatest minds internationally and advances greatly in the fields of science and medicine.

substance resistance: high level resistance against most substances, including various chemicals and drugs

adaptability: incredibly able to adapt to most situations and find a solution for almost immediately. her mind works very quickly.

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

joint issues: has severe joint issues with her wrists and knees and experiences really bad spasms and convulsions. so she takes heavy medication for her joints.

alexithymia: also called emotional blindness, alexithymia is the inability to describe or express your own emotions.

chemical addiction: at times she might feel drawn to the intake of chemicals and substances as a coping mechanism, she is doing better at this in her later years

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

javier: husband, work partner.

rishen herrera: son.

lucía herrera: daughter.

gael herrera: brother-in-law, from another universe (  verse 9948e ).

neva ramona: best friend, from another universe ( verse 9785n )

xú fēng: enemy, rival.

zháo talisen: once student, future son-in-law.

alessio arias: future son-in-law.

lisse herrera: sister-in-law, from another universe ( verse 1311 )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

she is the co-head of the order of aetheers and is also the head scientist

she used to be a big advocate for enigma and aetheers in retaliation to the government’s take on them

she holds lectures at universities across elritea city

she had a fluffy white cat named princess

she speaks hindi and tamil

[cupids-archives]

crush… <3 (contains, sfw, mentions of fingering, perverted reader, stalkerish reader)

been thinking about… having a crush on one of the men in your class. (yandere crush x reader.)

The man’s name is Victor. You think that he’s an exchange student because there’s no way that he’s going to a ratty college like this on purpose. Nonetheless none of that matters, Victor is unlike any man you’ve ever seen.

look wise, he’s quite tall but not very muscular, he has dark, black, and silky hair going down to the bottom of his ears. His eyes, were as dark as the sky, though usually covered up by small narrow glasses sitting on his sharp nose. Most of his features were dark unlike his skin, creating an ethereal look when you stare into it.

Weirdly enough, you’d like to stare at him during class, your eyes wandering around the classroom until you met his side profile. Today like usual, your eyes wander from your textbook to the right side of the room where Victor usually sits, you internally scream, he has such amazing posture and his hands are so big and look at his eyes .. while your in the moment, his head slightly turns to you, his lips curling into a smile. you jump up, turning your head to across the room to pretend as if you weren’t just imagining exactly where you want those hands to be.

Your only fear right now is that he’s going to judge you and tell his other rich perfect friends that your a freak, and even though this isn’t middle school, you don’t want to imagine them staring at you, a judgmental gaze piercing into you, especially not the love of your life, the only time you want to be staring back at him is from under him. This is the same thing you tell your friend, she looks at you with her head tilted, “well, I’ve never been in this situation you know, so I can’t really help you…” you slouch your entire body over the circular lunch table, letting out exaggerated noises of helplessness. “He probably just thought it was funny, don’t think too much about it.”

The next day, you sit closer to the front of class, this way you can’t see him at all and he won’t think you stare at him everyday. Everything’s fine throughout class, you do your work, pay attention to your professor and even talk to some of your peers. However if you strain your eyes, you can see him. Oh hes just so damn cute !. you can’t help yourself. But than. It happens again, for some strange reason you decided it would be a good idea to sit next to one his friends, especially the one you’ve seen him interact with on the daily! He walks closer to the two of you. His eyes look directly at you, then he passes. And for the rest of class, you have to suffer as the man of your dreams sits directly next to you. So close you can smell his expensive cologne.

At the end of the class, you sit there dejectedly, alone in your chair, staring into the wall, thinking about smelling the seat, thinking about how he smelt, and even how good his hair smells. before you can continue your perverted ramblings, a slight knock comes at the door before it’s opened by the man of your dreams. It’s completely silent as he walks towards you, you’re so entranced on his aesthetic and body that you don’t even notice him staring directly at you. “Hi, I’ve seen you around class, your -////- right?” you shake your head yes. Staring up at him like he’s some sort of god. “That’s good, I was wondering if you’d like to be my partner for this…” it’s almost scary how fast you said yes… you didn’t even listen to the full contract.

[imtotallyokandnormal]

》☆Proxy Info!☆《

Sooo because I felt like dumping all of my brainrot in one place I'm gonna talk about the personalities of some of the creeps in my au!

Sorry in advance for how long these are, I put em under the cut so you can save yourself the scrolling.

(Links to images in titles and dividers by this person!)

》☆Jeff the Killer☆《

Basic info:

Full name: Jeffrey Hodek Woods

Age: 21

Pronouns: he/him (according to him, "I dunno, the guy ones I guess?")

Gender identity: Male

Orientations: Bisexual, demiromantic (openly bi but doesn't know what being demiromantic is)

Height: 6'0"

Likes: Slipknot, spicy food, dogs (cats too but only sometimes), horror and action movies, cartoons from his childhood, being annoying on purpose, working out.

Dislikes: Being touched without asking, complete silence, people with all bark and no bite, weird smells (especially strong chemical smells).

Extra: Jeff is Italian-American, as an homage to the original Jeff Hodek :>

Personality info:

Due to a rough childhood AND generally just being pretty fucked over by life, Jeff has a habit of acting reallyyyy tough and cocky. He doesn't like to sugarcoat things often, so he sometimes comes off as overly blunt.

He carries himself as a very confident guy, someone who will usually say what's on his mind whether people like it or not. This doesn't NECESSARILY mean he's a bully about it, but it doesn't mean he's always thinking about the nicest way to phrase things. Obviously this means he'll often speak his mind when it's COMPLETELY not a good idea, and he will often be stubborn about standing his ground.

He can have strong opinions on things, just for the sake of having strong opinions. He will die on a hill just to prove himself right. The Operator kinda fucking hates him honestly dgjudgdgiohf

Despite his brazen nature, he can be fairly friendly and fun to be around once you get to know him. He's spontaneous and very passionate when he gets into the spirit of something. When he sets his mind so something he goes barreling for it at full speed.

He's also INCREDIBLY loyal, like if he's decided he likes someone it'll be hard to make him dislike them. He's got your back, no questions, no caveats. He's kinda like a guard dog when he's friends with someone, like as soon as he hears someone shit-talking them he's ready to fucking throw down.

He's also very smart, quick on his feet with things and has a very good sense of logic. He might not have a specific field he's especially focused in like EJ, but as far as pure logic goes he's one of the smarter proxies in the manor. That's why The Operator bothers to keep him around, because otherwise it'd probably dispose of him just because it finds him annoying 😭😭😭

Appearance info:

Instead of only fire-related burn scars (which he still has a lot of), Jeff also has a lot of chemical burns, and healed scars of varying sizes all over his body. His smile cuts are healed, but are the most obvious cuts on his body. His body/face aren't white, but are instead his natural skin tone (kind of a warm beige, obviously varies in his scars). He also doesn't have a fully reconstructed nose, like he has kind of a bridge but it doesn't look like his original nose.

He's got a kinda sexy biker/emo band member aesthetic going on, like band tees cut into tank tops and black cargo pants are his go-tos. He also likes to wear regular tank tops that fit him snugly because he's a little bit of a show-off and likes to flaunt his muscles. He doesn't usually accessorize way too much, he usually just has a belt and spikey/studded wrist cuffs, probably some leather fingerless gloves too. When he's not wearing a hooded jacket-flannel combo he has a beat up leather jacket on. He obviously wears converse cuz he's emo but also big chunky combat boots that add almost 2 inches to his already towering height. Definition of unnecessary intimidation. He's also got piercings! Both ear and facial ones because he's hot. Definitely some tattoos too.

He has long thick hair that he dyes black (fucking emo I'm telling you) and it has tons of choppy layers that he cuts himself. He usually either keeps it down or throws it up in a ponytail (it looks a little like a big spiky pom-pom :3). He likes to experiment with his hair, he tends to just change his hairstyle on a whim if he's bored (keep him away from the kitchen scissors for the love of god he always uses the worst tools for cutting his hair). His hair tends to just naturally be messy so he doesn't usually put product in it.

As for makeup and nails, he somehow does so little and it enhances so much. All he does is put some black eyeshadow right around his eyes, rubs it around and boom, done. His nails are also painted black usually, and almost always chipped.

》☆BEN Drowned☆《

Basic info:

Full name: Benjamin Jacob Lawman

Age: 14 (does not age past this due to being dead)

Pronouns: he/they ("they is fine too I guess" *secret gender feelings unlocked*)

Gender identity: Male (...? He'll figure it out later)

Orientations: Does not know, does not care ("if someone's hot then they're hot I dunno- can I get back to my minecraft build now?")

Height: 4'2"

Likes: Video games, especially the LoZ games (who would've guessed), anything related to internet horror, hanging out with the older proxies, junk food, EDM, animals, bugs and tardigrades.

Dislikes: Being bossed around, comments about how young he is, valley girl accents, being alone too much, baths and pools.

Extra: Ben wanted to be a limnologist when he was still alive.

Personality info:

Now Ben is a 14 year old boy, not just for a year but for all of eternity as he knows it. He's not exactly gonna be HAPPY about this fact, because he still has some leftover young teenager angst to work through. Part of that angst includes not being taken seriously by everyone else in the manor because he's wayyy younger than everyone else.

To combat this Ben tends to try and copy mannerisms he sees in the "cooler" proxies (mainly Jeff since he's closest with him), so he tends to act sarcastic and snarky when in front of adults.

He's impulsive, especially if how he's perceived by others is on the line, so he's definitely doing dumb shit with the older proxies to make them think he's cool like racing stolen shopping carts or attempting (and failing) to prank The Operator, which just gets him in trouble.

He tends to keep to himself unless he's around people he's friends with, preferring to play video games and not having to interact with people. To him, it's better to just stay inside and distract himself than go out and let people comment on how young he is constantly.

There are parts of him that still remain from when he was alive, though. These traits especially come out around Sally, who he sees as a little sister. He understands how much it sucks to be dead so young, so he doesn't want it to suck as much for her.

He's patient with her if she can't figure out certain things, and tries to explain it in ways she'd understand. He's almost like a teacher in the way he does it, like he starts broad and narrows it down little by little until she gets it. This is how he teaches her things like ecology (one of his favorite science subjects by the way).

He's also good at telling how people are feeling, how people act if they feel certain ways. He's good at recognizing those kinds of patterns, and while he doesn't always openly try to help he tends to do it in more quiet ways. If you receive an anonymous candy bar at your door with a little sticky note on it saying "get better soon, dum-dum" no you didn't.

Also he doesn't mind being made fun of for his height as much as he minds the age thing, and often likes to use it to his advantage by climbing on people if they try to be comedians about it.

Appearance info:

To nobody's surprise, Ben loves the LoZ games, so obviously if he has the ability to cosplay Link all the time every day he's gonna take it. Ghosts can kind of shapeshift in a way if they're in their incorporeal state, so he absolutely goes apeshit. He gave himself the long blonde hair and the big ol elf ears and one of the cool Link outfits, but upon realizing he'd be picked on for his appearance he later he decides to abandon the outfit and switch to "cooler clothes." He also gave himself the bleeding black and red eyes because he thought it looked badass.

Clothing style? 90s teenage dirtbag mixed with gamer bro that hasn't seen the sun in ages. Big baggy pants with a big baggy LoZ shirt and a neutral colored flannel (probably has holes in it) is his default outfit, but also regular sweats and a t-shirt works just fine. Everything he owns is in a desaturated earthy color scheme, especially green because of fucking course. If it's not a variation of green, beige or brown it's probably black because he's gotta subtly let himself cosplay Link if he can't have the full Link outfit. He usually wears converse or vans, and pairs them with the weirdest funky mismatched socks you've ever seen in your life. Usually wears a beanie to compensate for the Link hat but sometimes he feels comfortable enough wearing it around his friends.

His hair is grown out and also kinda messy, but that isn't on purpose he just genuinely doesn't bother styling it most of the time. If he does do something with it it's a half up half down kinda deal, and the ponytail part is very small because some parts of his hair aren't the same lengths (unintentional layering basically). He has bangs and two long framing pieces, always sticking up and sideways every-which-way. Only ever lets Jeff or Nina touch his hair to style it because those two are basically his siblings, plus he knows they won't fuck him up on purpose.

He does let Nina paint his nails and dress him up sometimes but he absolutely does not want ANY makeup on his face....unless Sally is doing it but NOBODY ELSE CAN DO IT.

》☆Toby Rogers☆《

Basic info:

Full name: Toby Erin Rogers

Age: 20

Pronouns: he/they (*Thinks about it for a good 20 seconds as if he's only just considered this now* "Ehhhhhh...yeah- but also no.")

Gender identity: Demigender/demiboy ("Not like a guy, but guy...adjacent, I guess?")

Orientations: Pansexual, panromantic (calls himself gay for the funnies, but also because he is very gay)

Height: 5'8"

Likes: Playing guitar (he plays acoustic guitar specifically), doing dumb shit with his friends, going on walks in the forest, anything midwest emo.

Dislikes: People assuming he's weak/stupid, sudden loud noises, chalk, alcohol, being unable to help people he cares about.

Extra: Toby can fit about two packages worth of peeps in his mouth at once.

Personality info:

Toby has been through SHIT, even before becoming one of the proxies. He's been bullied for shit he couldn't control his whole life and has been isolated from the world just to get away from being constantly ridiculed (not to mention the abuse and death of the only person he could fully trust), so I think he'd actually like being around people that'd understand him in that way.

He's a lot more open around the proxies because at least THESE people could understand feeling outcasted, right? So even though it takes a while (quite a long while, had to learn he could trust the others first), he eventually lets himself be the goofy, impulsive, free kid he never really got to be.

When you get to know him and he knows he can trust you, he's really fucking considerate. Honestly probably the MOST considerate person in The Manor, like as much as he jokes around he genuinely cares deeply about the friends he has and he can be SO sweet. He's also very loyal, a little bit of a guard dog like Jeff but he's just a TINY bit more subtle about it.

He's the FUNNIEST person in the room, like he can make a joke out of almost any situation and he incorporates his awkwardness to enhance the humor. He's definitely gotten a little better about his awkward tendencies since first starting as a proxy, but sometimes he slips up on a social cue or something and he's generally able to be lighthearted about it. He does tend to crack jokes about his tics, especially if they happen with good comedic timing.

But make no mistake, as great as he is, he is so deeply, internally so filled with ready-to-go rage. As soon as his friends are fucked with it's almost like flipping a switch. He IS one of The Operator's top proxies for a reason, and he will show you said reasons. His anger starts quiet, a glare at whoever pissed him off, a tight grip on their shoulder or wrist. From there, if he's provoked further, he's not holding shit back.

He also has deep and complicated issues with trust, to the point that at times he's scared of trusting his own friends. He doesn't like being unable to trust people he cares about, especially since most of them are pretty much his family now. But for him sometimes it's hard not to be paranoid.

When this happens, or he feels any kind of overwhelming emotion, he tends to isolate himself until it passes. His tics tend to get worse when he's feeling a ton of stress, especially his motor tics, so he prefers riding them out in private. As much as the others tend to be perfectly chill about his tics, sometimes he prefers to just be alone if he can help it.

Appearance info:

Toby's still got his cheek gash in this au, but he's also got a bunch of other knicks and bruises from various things. Due to his CIPA he tends to bump into things and not notice if they've left a bruise so after a while he just sees it and goes "??? How'd that get there?" Along with that he's got a lil bit of facial hair, not anything that forms like a beard or mustache but enough to be kinda fuzzy. And BIG dark circles, he does not sleep.

This guy literally has two modes: Literal Marietta Song As A Person, or Slut. No in between. Guy is a walking talking Weezer album, a total Joyce Manor enjoyer. And when he's not that he's all the members of Måneskin at once, for funsies.

No but seriously he does have the aesthetic of literally any image that comes up when you type Midwest Emo on Pinterest most of the time. I'm talking huge grandpa sweaters, sometimes cardigans, earthy colored flannels, t-shirts over long-sleeved shirts, beat up pair of converse (or beat up pair of boots), the works. Similar to Ben, his clothes tend to have earthy tones but definitely incorporate more brown. He also likes to mix it up with orange and dark blue, especially if he has dark blue jeans. A lot of his clothes have patches that he learned to sew on himself (Jane helped him out a little). And any accessories he has are likely things he's gotten from other people, such as a bracelet Sally made or some fingerless gloves Nina doesn't wear anymore. But what about his Slut mode you ask? Look up Damiano David. You'll understand. He has a pair of sexy red cowboy boots hiding in his closet and he's waiting for an excuse to use em.

His hair is literally the cutest grown out mullet you've ever seen in your life, literally so fluffy and it swoops out at his neck. He cut himself some bangs with help from Jeff (more like Jeff forced his help on him because he knew Toby was gonna do it WAY too short). He likes to fluff it up with some hair mousse and sometimes uses one of Nina's many curling and straightening irons to really add volume.

Toby likes having his nails painted by OTHER people rather than himself so he lets Sally or Nina or Jeff paint them for him. He likes to try out different colors, he really just lets em go crazy. For makeup he usually doesn't wear any, but occasionally he'll let Nina give him a makeover to practice new makeup looks on him. He always looks hot afterwards (thought he was hot before too).

》☆Sally Williams☆《

Basic info:

Name: Sally Maryam Williams

Age: 8 (does not age past this due to being dead)

Pronouns: she/her ("Oh! Ben and Nina taught me about this!")

Gender identity: Female

Orientations: Does not know, just loves everybody ("Uhm- well girls are really pretty- but boys are pretty too! Everyone's pretty!- oh, except for Ben." *mischievous smirk*)

Height: 3'9"

Likes: Ben and Nina, creative activities (like painting or making crafts), reading books, collecting various objects, dressing up, cats, visiting cemeteries.

Dislikes: Unfamiliar people (especially men), losing things, being alone, having her hair touched/brushed (unless Ben/Nina), yelling.

Personality info:

Despite everything that Sally has gone through, she is an incredibly joyful, optimistic kind of kid at heart. She makes her own happiness as a way to keep herself feeling safe, and her efforts spread to other people in the manor.

She's generally friendly to everyone in the manor but won't outright go talk to anyone by herself unless it's Ben or Nina. Those two are the only people she fully trusts being alone around, so she'll usually be following or pulling one of those two along. She is very extroverted and gets most of her energy from being around others, but she needs a little encouragement when spending time with people she's not familiar with.

Once she does know you and trust you enough though, expect her to chat your ear off and ask you to do things with her. Once you're her friend she'll treat you like she's known you her whole life. She's really sweet and likes to give people gifts, especially stuff she makes herself. She's also the type to get into mischief with you (as long as Ben gets to go too of course). She's very talkative and asks everyone how their day's been, because she's genuinely curious.

Adding onto that, she loves to learn things, like anything that has information will probably pique her interest. She tends to ask people questions, anything that she thinks they might know (Ben might have to pull her away once the other person's tired of answering, she's just got a lot of things to ask).

Although she's a very sweet girl and loves being around people, she can clam up very easily if she's faced with something that scares her. Not a lot of things get to her, but one big thing that immediately gets her panicked is getting lost or being left alone (specifically if she doesn't know someone's nearby, she's usually fine in her room by herself). Once she realizes she's away from someone familiar she's quick to get panicked. Depending on the circumstances she might run away or try to fight off people trying to help her. While this is rare, it does happen.

Similar to Toby, she has trouble processing big emotions. For her, anger and fear are really hard for her to control, so she tends to run away and isolate herself when she feels they're getting too strong for her to handle. Being a ghost, sometimes her handle on her physical form gets harder to maintain when she's upset, so she'll most likely be incorporeal when she's dealing with really rough things. She hates feeling these things, she doesn't like having people see her like that, which just makes her feel ashamed of herself afterwards.

Luckily, Nina is especially patient with her when this happens, so after she's calmed down enough she'll go to Nina to decompress. She's really glad to have someone help her and love her, she's so grateful she has family to fall back on.

Appearance info:

Since Sally's a ghost and can basically customize herself, she usually makes herself look like a version of herself when she was alive. The only differences would be things she wished she had when she was alive, like long hair down to her knees and eyes that change color with her emotions (because who DIDN'T want that as a kid). Depending on the day she might change little things for fun, like giving herself cat ears or a unicorn horn. She doesn't have the focus or energy for making big changes (otherwise she'd always be looking like a magical girl with a rainbow color pallette and angel wings).

She LOVES having all sorts of clothes and dressing up because it lets her express how she feels and what she likes. Her clothes are usually very girly, ranging from princess dresses to jumpers to monster high and barbie t-shirts to every kind of skirt known to man. Though sometimes she likes to sort of copy Ben's style, wearing overalls over an mlp shirt and a flannel and beanie to pull it all together. Honestly if she likes you or thinks you're cool she'll try to dress like you at least once.

The only consistency with Sally's hair is that it's almost always long, otherwise she goes nuts styling it different ways. Her and Nina are always doing cute hairdos, Nina helps her braid it or do pigtails or whatever Sally feels like. She loves doing different bang styles, she's always got those lil kids scissors with her in case she wants to chop herself some bangs (it's ok she'll get better at it). Basically it changes depending on how she's feeling, just like her clothing styles.

ACCESSORIZES TO THE MOON SHE LOVES ACCESSORIES ABD SHE INTENDS ON USING AS MANY AS POSSIBLE. Makeup and nails? Obviously! She often likes to do it with Nina in the mornings. Don't forget colorful clip in hair extentions too! Her closet is full of as many things she can get her hands on and she couldn't be happier about it.

[mrjadeleech]

(I hope I'm not bothering you with my comments and such Jade)

Hey Jade, on a completely random note, are both of your earlobes pierced, or is it just the one with the sturgeon scale earring?

Good day, Megs.

You could never be a bother. Rather, that is the sole purpose of this quaint little blog.

Only the side I wear my earring on is pierced. I admit, the thought of having such a minute body modification almost urged me to acquire even more piercings... But, I suppose that is a future endeavor. What was it called? A "punk" aesthetic. Well, I suppose it could never be too late.