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mpregfrance · 5 months

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APH South Italy/Romano Headcanons 🇮🇹

(SFW, Spamano/RomaSpa centric)

He wears a lot of jewelry, but it's classy never flashy. Several rings, one of which is engraved with an 'A' for Antonio. Usually wearing at least a solid gold chain and a crucifix.

He's very Catholic, in a uniquely Italian way (iykyk i cannot elaborate)

He smokes like a chimney, high quality cigars and cheap cigarettes. If you ask him to put it out he will blow it right at you. This is on top of heavy cologne (Versace Eros) so you can smell him from a mile away.

Certified Short King™, maybe around 5'7? I can see him with almost any sort of physique, that being said I don't think he's a twink, he at least has some wiry strength. He's lean but solidly built, maybe even has some pudge esp as he ages?

He's very warm toned. His skin is a light olive, not pale yet not quite bronze. He tans well but isn't tan all year round. Honestly he probably uses tanning beds during winter lmao

He's got a fair amount of body hair and often leaves his shirts unbuttoned to display this, intentionally or not. He's a sharp dresser when out in public, but at home he sits around in sweat stained tanks and boxers.

He loves his red wine, and apertifs. Grappa or Sambuca for something a stronger. Doesn't mind the taste of hard liquor at all. Definitely holds his alcohol better than his brother or Antonio.

Loves sailing and yachting, leisure sports. Has a bit of a gambling habit. Not to a destructive point, just in good fun.

When he's in a good mood he hums to himself and you might even catch him singing if he thinks he's alone.

Dances to Dean Martin in the kitchen with Antonio. He actually likes cooking together. Normally he'd be the type of person to hate others in his space while doing something, but Toni is an equally talented chef so he allows it.

Makes a big pot of sauce and polpette on Sundays. Italians will know. Eats wayyyy too much meat than is healthy. You can pry his salumi out of his cold dead hands.

He's sensitive and not always rational - the type to make mountains out of molehills and deflect real issues with humour. Explosive temper. Born to argue. Quick to throw insults (and hands). Just as quick to forgive and forget. If he holds a grudge you really fucked up.

If he likes you, he'll tease you and call you names. If he doesn't, he won't bother to talk to you much. He likes to fuck with people to an extent but has little patience for unnecessary conversation.

He can be extremely condescending; and to Tonio exclusively, extremely sweet. He's a smooth talker and romantic when he feels like it, laying on the pet names and sweet nothings, especially when he wants something in return.

He's honest and loyal, but generally a very private person. It's difficult to earn his trust and get on his good side but once you have it you're one of the lucky few. He's hospitable and generous and often does that for show. Loves to give meaningful and lavish gifts. If he cares about someone not only will they be spoiled in a material sense, but he'll do favors for them to make their life easier.

(note: this might be controversial re; accuracy but i don't actually have beef with his canon human name. 'lovino isn't a real name' well yes and no. it's not common or representative. but there's so much variety in italian naming that it certainly could be a first name. according to forebears there are 259 ppl named lovino on record but only 9 are in italy lol. or u could just call him ~romano~ which is a more popular human first name. i kinda like lovino, its unique.)

#can we just retcon his chibi arc im talking about adult romano here #no ship hate pls #can you tell from this post that my dad is italian #aph south italy #hws south italy #aph romano #hws romano #spamano #romaspa #hetalia headcanons

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ivyprism · 5 months

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Mafiaswapfell and Mafiafellswap Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Warnings: Death, mafia, etc.

Iron - Mafiaswapfell Amethyst Papyrus

Personality: He's frigid and severe, but he can be quite flirtatious. He can be nice and has a soft spot for animals. He is quite powerful and tackles a lot of nasty assignments. While he is not shy, he can be wary of individuals he perceives to be a threat. His bite hurts more than his bark. He adores dogs. He isn't scared to get his hands dirty. He is more of a powerful hitter than a shooter. He has the skill and inclination to be disagreeable and harsh to anyone he perceives as a threat if they poke at him. He can be a feral cat with threats, but he will relax a little when they show that they care.

Appearance: Iron has two gold teeth and two scars on his right eye. It has extremely cracked scars. He wears a lot of purple.

Jasper - Mafiaswapfell Amethyst Sans

Personality: He can be harsh, cold, and calculated, but at the end of the day, he's a terrific prankster who appreciates the thrill of adventure. He is a total drama queen. He can and will whine about anything if he believes it would elicit a response from his brother. He is a very heavy hitter. He can only show a genuinely lovely and cheerful side to his friends and family. He is very energetic and charismatic. He doesn't mind puns, but only in private. He seems like a feral cat who grows friendly when he and his brother are well-treated. He is capable of fighting anyone who threatens him or his brothers and will do so.

Appearance: Jasper has a scar on his mouth that looks jagged. He also has a large and nasty scar on his right eye.

Eros - Mafiaswapfell Amethyst Gaster

Personality: He is the older brother of Iron and Jasper. He is a stern and commanding skeleton. He understands how to keep a situation under control. When it comes to hostile mafias or other mafias, he's very nice and kind to civilians, yet he's brusque and severe. He's an extreme flirt. Outside of pretending not to know some things, he doesn't wear much of a mask. He can and will be passive-aggressive and disagreeable to anyone he perceives as a threat in a polite setting; otherwise, he's plain blunt and won't be afraid to say it. When his brothers are in trouble, he usually comes to their aid.

Appearance: He has two large scars on his eyes. He has purple and blue eyelights.

Lynx - Mafiafellswap Carnelian Papyrus

Personality: He's cool and flirtatious. He's a prankster who appreciates a good prank. He's an open flirt and lover, and it's obvious. He enjoys playing practical pranks and is close to Slick. He reaches for the throat to protect his family. He is a great leader and a wise man. When he's around someone he considers a threat, he acts like a rabid cat, but believe me, he's a good man. He might be a jerk to his brother, but he adores and admires him nonetheless. When someone hurts his family, he goes for the throat. He enjoys being near his loved ones and enjoys being able to hold and soothe them.

Appearance: Lynx has a single gold tooth. He has a large nasty scar on his right eye. He has more red with his outfit. He has a rose tattoo on his shoulder that is wrapped around a heart.

Spider - Mafiafellswap Carnelian Sans

Personality: He's tough on the outside, but soft on the inside. He's a feral, angry cat, yet he's also incredibly accessible. He is highly courteous to high-level envoys. He might be nasty and harsh at times, but he is sincere. He is quite enthusiastic about everything. He is fiercely protective of his friends and will snarl at anyone who approaches them too closely if he senses they are a threat. He constantly throws hands and picks fights, but he is also serious and stern. He is fiercely protective of his family and will fight anyone who threatens them. He is a fantastic shooter who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty.

Appearance: Spider has three scars on his left eye. He has more red.

Kirill - Mafiafellswap Carnelian Gaster

Personality: He is obnoxious, belligerent, and crafty. He is quite odd, and he emanates an unusual vibe. He is the older brother of Lynx and Spider. He is reserved but thoughtful. He enjoys singing and does so frequently in his spare time. He is clever and knows how to lead. He is also commanding and demanding. He can persuade everyone to listen to him by slightly raising or lowering his voice to dangerously quiet levels. His brothers look up to him, and he tries to be a good role model for them. He never backs down and will go for the throat at any cost. He loves his loved ones and will defend them.

Appearance: He has two large nasty scars on his left eye and one on his right.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 22 days

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Funfact! Eros and Psyche are my actual parents and I am their child -Danny Words: 2,182 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Would've Could've Should've' -by Taylor Swift

XXXVII: I Am So Very Extremely Extraordinarily Normal Right Now

Ara scans the crowd of mortals but no one gives her weird vibes yet, these kids look their age but they're here to enjoy the summer. Ara and her friends are here to fight a war, she envies them.

"Are you gonna tell me what you meant back in the ship or—"

Ara hushes him. "It's not safe."

Nico frowns. "Did you hear Nemesis? Or Janus?"

"No. It felt different," she says dryly. "Like it was threatening to hurt me if I didn't come along."

"Are you seeing this?" Jason points at an ice cream cart.

Nico stops and squints. "Maybe we should buy some ice cream."

Ara studies the appearance of the person Jason has spotted: a young man that reminds her of Leo if Leo were some king of wind spirit: handsome with dark curly hair and large warm-colored wings.

"He's not a returned spirit," Nico says deep in thought. "Or a creature of the Underworld."

"No. I doubt they would eat chocolate-covered ice cream bars," Jason mutters.

"So what is he?" Nico asks.

Ara has a bad feeling about him even if the guy looks harmless. He smiles before vanishing, but Jason can track his aura, so he takes the lead. Ara keeps her grip on Almighty firm and ready.

"I'm betting that's the palace," Jason points to the ruins. "Come on."

Her heart starts beating like crazy, she feels butterflies and her hands get clammy, and the symptoms do not match her usual anxiety, this feels like the kind of nerves she felt seated on the porch swing with Leo, all those months ago in camp.

"We've got to catch him," Jason prepares to fly. "Hold on."

"But—"

The boy seizes both Nico and Ara and flies them to the other side of the tall walls where there are more tourists, none of those mortals seem to notice them.

"A little warning would be nice!" Ara hisses. "Man, you can't just pick me up like that! Where are we anyway?"

"The peristyle. This was the entrance to Diocletian's private residence." Nico turns to Jason and glares at him. "And please, I don't like being touched. Don't ever grab me again."

Jason looks at both teens, both younger and smaller than him and yet more intimidating than he's comfortable admitting. "Uh, okay. Sorry. How do you know what this place is called?"

"I've been here before," Nico responds quietly. "With my mother and Bianca. A weekend trip from Venice. I was maybe... six?"

"That was when... the 1930s?"

"'Thirty-eight or so," Nico hums. "Why do you care? Do you see that winged guy anywhere?"

"No..." Jason says, eyeing the boy intently.

Ara's used to being the bad guy in Nico's eyes, and at this point, she doesn't care about upsetting him further, so she voices what Jason is thinking. "I think it's impressive that you've retained information of such an old memory, considering all you've been through."

Jason doesn't want them to fight when he's the only one around to stop them. "I agree, can't imagine how weird that must be, coming from another time."

"No, you can't," Nico snaps. Ara clears her throat, reminding him they've made a deal. The boy relaxes a bit. "Look... I don't like talking about it. Honestly, I think Hazel has it worse. She remembers more about when she was young. She had to come back from the dead and adjust to the modern world. Me... me and Bianca, we were stuck at the Lotus Hotel. Time passed so quickly. In a weird way, that made the transition easier."

"Percy told me about that place," Jason nods. "Seventy years, but it only felt like a month?"

Nico clenches his fist. "Yeah. I'm sure Percy and Ara told you all about me."

"Yeah, and how much of a nuance you are," Ara replies sarcastically. "I'm planning to kill you as soon as you're done helping us."

"That's not funny," Jason gives her a look.

"No, it's not," Ara agrees heatedly. "It's ridiculous that he thinks we're always trying to make him look bad in front of—"

"Well, you had no problem talking shit about me to Lily."

"That's not—"

"Roman dead are everywhere here..." Nico interrupts her, walking away. "Lares. Lemures. They're watching. They're angry. We shouldn't stay here for long."

"They're looking at us?" Jason tenses, reaching for his sword and kind of glad to have a way to derail the argument.

"At everything." Nico points ahead. "That used to be a temple to Jupiter. The Christians changed it to a baptistery. The Roman ghosts don't like that. And over there... That was the mausoleum of the emperor."

"But his tomb isn't there anymore," Jason responds.

"Not for centuries," Nico agrees. "When the empire collapsed, the building was turned into a Christian cathedral."

Jason swallowed. "So if Diocletian's ghost is still around here—"

"He's probably not happy."

Jason nudges her arm. "That way. The winged guy. Where do you think those stairs lead?"

"Underground," Nico smiles coldly. "My favorite place."

As they enter the passageway, Ara thinks about stuff she hasn't thought of in ages. It could be Athena's blessing, but she's thinking about how ephemeral the world she comes from is. One day it's there, then it's just a fun tourist attraction falling to pieces.

Her dreams, none of that will go anywhere. In the end, she'll die, and all that was precious to her will become ruins. It's pointless. Even her laurel wreath, given to her as a tribute to her sacrifices, will get buried under debris at some point. Nothing matters.

"Ara?"

The girl gives a start. "Sorry, what?"

"The note," Jason tells her. "I asked if you could give it to me, I think this is a good place."

Ara draws out the note from her Octopi bag and hands it to him, he leaves it under a bust of Diocletian.

"Okay, that's done," Ara takes a deep breath, shaken by her disheartening thoughts. "Can we—"

"Hello!" Out of instinct, Jason cuts the statue's head. Ara pulls out Almighty too, finding the wind spirit they'd been following right behind them. "That wasn't very nice," he says. "I mean, what did Diocletian ever do to you?"

The statue fixes itself, and Jason glances at it before turning to the young man. "Uh—It was an accident. You startled me."

"Jason Grace, the West Wind has been called many things... Warm, gentle, life-giving, and devilishly handsome. But I have never been called startling. I leave that crass behavior to my gusty brethren in the north." The guy grins.

"The West Wind?" Nico takes a step forward. "You mean you're—"

"Favonius," Jason states. "God of the West Wind."

"You can call me by my Roman name, certainly, or Zephyros, if you're Greek. I'm not hung up about it."

"Why aren't your Greek and Roman sides in conflict, like the other gods?" Nico frowns.

"Oh, I have the occasional headache—Some mornings I'll wake up in a Greek chiton when I'm sure I went to sleep in my SPQR pajamas. But mostly the war doesn't bother me. I'm a minor god, you know—never really been much in the limelight. The to-and-fro battles among you demigods don't affect me as greatly."

Ara eyes him, his presence makes her uneasy. "And you're here to talk about...?"

"The sarcophagus of Diocletian," he answers. "This was its final resting place. The Christians moved it out of the mausoleum. Then some barbarians destroyed the coffin. I just wanted to show you that what you're looking for isn't here. My master has taken it."

Ara gets a gut reaction that makes her knees buckle. Her back hits the wall, this is far from good.

"Your master?" Jason asks in alarm. "Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."

"That airhead? No, of course not," he laughs.

"He means Eros," Nico points out. "Cupid, in Latin."

"Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time."

"I've never met you," he steps back scowling.

"You've never seen me, but I've been watching you. When you came here as a small boy, and several times since. I knew eventually you would return to look upon my master's face." He turns to Ara, his smile growing. "He has kept an eye on you too, Princess of Troy."

Ara's grip tightens around her sword, and Nico is starting to look uneasy as well.

Jason looks at them. "Guys, what's he talking about?"

"I don't know. Nothing," Nico says anxiously.

"Nothing? The one you care for most... plunged into Tartarus, and still you will not allow the truth?"

"That's enough," Ara intervenes in a harsh and demanding tone. "My brother has no business keeping that scepter, we need it."

Favonius tilts his head. "You know, long before this was Diocletian's Palace, it was the gateway to my master's court, so you see, it is very much all over his business. I've dwelt here for eons, bringing those who sought love into the presence of Cupid."

"Like Psyche, Cupid's wife," Jason offers. "You carried her to his palace."

"Your favorite myth, daughter of Olympus," Favonius grins. "You know, your brother was always quite flattered. From this exact spot, I carried Psyche on the winds and brought her to the chambers of my master. In fact, that is why Diocletian built his palace here. This place has always been graced by the gentle West Wind. It is a spot of tranquility and love in a turbulent world. When Diocletian's Palace was ransacked—"

"If Eros has the scepter and you're here to let us know," Ara interrupts him again, "that means he's willing to hand it to us?"

"It is one of Cupid's many treasures, a reminder of better times. If you want it..." Favonius looks at her and Nico intently. "You must face the god of love."

"Guys, you can do this," Jason says, oblivious to why this freaks them out. "It might be embarrassing, but it's for the scepter."

"You're right," Nico attempts to look brave. "I—I'm not afraid of a love god."

Nothing in this world terrifies Ara nearly as much as love does. Real love—the one that claws at your insides and brings you to your knees—breaks, wounds, and changes you. Love destroyed Nico's youthful spirit. Love took young, gullible Ara, and ate away every bit that was sweet and tender. Nemesis has no other face but Ara's, because she can only hurt love when she hurts herself.

Favonious's gaze brightens at Nico's words. "Excellent! Would you like a snack before you go? Oh, bluster—I keep forgetting my symbol is a basket of unripe fruit. Why doesn't the spring wind get more credit? Summer has all the fun." He makes a face.

"That's okay," Nico urges him. "Just take us to Cupid."

They land on solid ground and Ara crashes against Nico, he catches her before she falls.

"Yes, mortal bodies are terribly bulky," Favonius hums when he sees their conditions. "Honestly, I don't know how you stand it, day in and day out."

Ara moves away from Nico and steadies her breathing, she doesn't know what Eros will force upon them, but she refuses to look frightened. This is the one monster she's been wanting to fight for years.

"Welcome to Salona. Capital of Dalmatia! Birthplace of Diocletian! But before that, long before that, it was the home of Cupid—Oh, he's not like that," the god says of nowhere.

Jason gives a start. "You can read my mind?"

"I don't need to," the man shrugs, playing with a bronze hoop he's been carrying the whole time. "Everyone has the wrong impression of Cupid... until they meet him. This one seems to be the only one who knows what she's about to face," he points at Ara.

Ara looks around waiting to spot Eros somewhere. Beside her Nico stumbles onto a column, the anxiety of the moment seems to be weighing on him.

"Ah... I don't blame you for being nervous, Nico di Angelo. Do you know how I ended up serving Cupid?"

"I don't serve anyone," Nico growls. "Especially not Cupid."

Favonius sighs. "I fell in love with a mortal named Hyacinthus. He was quite extraordinary."

"He...?" Jason pauses. "Oh..."

"Yes, Jason Grace." Favonius turns to him. "I fell in love with a dude. Does that shock you?"

"I guess not. So... Cupid struck you with his arrow, and you fell in love."

"Jason, be quiet." Ara is freaking out, her mouth is drying, and she knows what this god is insinuating.

The god grins. "Arae Jackson, you were an Aphrodite once, but now you're not fond of love..."

"I'd get along with him just fine if he'd leave me alone," she grumbles.

"Oh, but it isn't his fault, not really. He used his arrows on you, yes, but the arai were the ones who got carried away with you. My master has tried to help, but well, love can't fight itself!"

"Ara, what is he—"

"It doesn't matter," she responds with a fiery gaze. "It doesn't mean he isn't enjoying my pain. He's worse than our Mother."

"Perhaps," the god smirks. "But right now, he's one of the few gods willing to lighten your burden. You want to save your friends, don't you? Make up for what you can't stop from happening."

"Eros!" Ara calls out impatiently.

The air shifts and speeds up around them. Favonius sighs. "That would be my cue. Think long and hard about how you proceed. You cannot lie to Cupid. If you let your anger rule you... well, your fate will be even sadder than mine."

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uyuforu · 4 months

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hi, do you plan of talking about jk eros placement?

Mmmh I don't think so! I used to debate with myself about that and I came to the conclusion that eros and eros pc are not gonna make it. Eros is an asteroid that talks about s3x and kinks so basically it's an extremely personal and private asteroid. I don't think anyone would be comfortable about people talking about this asteroid in their charts... a bit weird. Therefore, Eros asteroid in JK's charts will not make it! Otherwise, Mars will do because it also talks about the drive and ambition about the person, but also anger.

- uyu

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negative-speedforce · 6 months

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Eros 1, 2, 3; Philia 2, 5; Storge 1, 2, 5; Agape 3, 4, 5 for Matt, Sohelia, Jessi, and Jay :)

This one's LONG lol

Eros

1. Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

Matt is a bit of a romantic, but he prefers to keep things chaste between himself and his girlfriend, Dolores.

Sohelia is aroace, but people often mistake her and Matt for a couple because they're so affectionate with each other, constantly giving each other gifts and saving each other's lives.

Jessi isn't much of a romantic, she prefers receiving affection and gifts rather than giving it away.

Jay's the biggest romantic to ever exist. He practically worships the ground Cassandra walks on.

2. How important is sex to them in a relationship? Do they see it as something essential to their happiness? Would they be able to remain in a monogamous relationship with someone they loved without sex?

It would be difficult for Matt, but he would be able to manage.

Sohelia is aroace, so it's not a big deal for her.

Jessi thinks sex is extremely important, because it gets her more attention from the press. However, her and Hyun-ki don't actually have very much sex, mostly because of Jessi's feelings towards it (deeply closeted asexual)

Jay's polyamorous, so it's less the "without sex" and more the "monogamous relationship" that would be difficult for him.

3: How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

Public displays of affection make Matt somewhat uncomfortable, he prefers to keep his relationship fairly private (is this somewhat influenced by the fact his girlfriend is a vampire? maybe.)

While Sohelia would never engage in PDA herself, it doesn't really bother her when other people engage in it, it's just annoying.

Jessi engages in LOTS of PDA just for the cameras, but it actually makes her really uncomfortable.

Jay tries to keep PDA with Cassandra to a minimum, because he knows it makes other people feel awkward, but if he could, he'd be at it like rabbits with her constantly.

Philia

2. Does your OC find it easy to make friends? Or are there barriers to them doing so? If so then are these due to issues of inclination, communication, or something else entirely?

Matt makes friends fairly easily, but his social anxiety makes it hard for him to realize that said people are his friends and not just people he knows.

Sohelia would make friends pretty easily, however, she intentionally pushes people who would want to be her friends away because she's scared they'll find out the truth about her.

Jessi's always had trouble making friends, whether it's because she was depressed as a kid because her mom died, or her fame makes it hard for her to connect with others.

Jay had trouble making friends in school, when he was trying to go stealth as a trans guy and he didn't want anyone to find out, but as an adult, he makes connections very easily.

5. What is their most fervent wish for their best friend(s)? How far would they go to make it happen?

Matt hopes that Sohelia will someday find a place where she can be herself without fearing that if someone finds out what she is, they'll kill her. He would do just about anything to make that happen, however, at the moment, it is impossible.

Sohelia hopes that Matt will one day be able to stand up to his stepdad and stop being such a doormat (doorMATT? pun intended). She would go as far as screaming at S.Ven. St. James to make him stop pushing his macho heteronormative ideals on his son.

Jessi hopes that Hyun-ki will one day be willing to help her with her criminal empire, instead of sitting complacently and choosing not to get involved. However, she will not cross the line of hypnotizing him to make him do this.

Jay hopes that Siv will someday get her own shit together, and stop being so miserable all the time. He's willing to stay with her, even though their friendship is somewhat toxic and definitely codependent, in order to try and urge her to do so.

Storge

1. Did your OC's parents love them unconditionally? If so then has this helped them feel confident as an adult? If not then how has this affected them? What were the conditions their family attached to their relationship?

Matt's birth parents loved him unconditionally, but after his mom's divorce, remarriage, and subsequent death left him with just his stepdad, the love he received was extremely conditional, with him only receiving affection if he conforms to his stepfather's toxic masculinity-influenced ideal of himself.

Sohelia's parents loved her unconditionally, unfortunately, after her mother's disappearance, her father, Aldrich, went to go searching for her, leaving Sohelia alone with the Hunters' Guild in order to hide her in plain sight.

Jessi's dad never really cared about her, seeing her as a potential asset rather than a daughter, due to several of her multiversal doppelgangers becoming speedsters.

Jay's parents loved and supported him unconditionally, which is the sole reason why he grew up to be so well-adjusted, despite going through a lot of the same shit that his friends did.

2. Does your OC have children? If so then how fiercely do they love them? If they have more than one then do they love them all equally? If they do not have children then is this part of their future plans?

Matt wants kids, but doesn't want them biologically due to his girlfriend, Dolores, being a vampire, and them not wanting to pass that on to their child.

Sohelia doesn't really want kids, she wants cats. However, she dreams of being Matt's kids' cool aunt.

Jessi doesn't want kids and she doesn't like them either.

Jay eventually has a kid with Cassandra, named Reggie, for his dead best friend. He loves her unconditionally and is extremely protective of her.

5. Is your OC able to love without necessarily needing or expecting reciprocation or reward? Or are all their relationships to some extent transactional? Have they ever loved another person unconditionally, whether a child or another adult?

Matt tries to love unconditionally, but he has his boundaries, and won't stay around people who are toxic for him.

Sohelia struggles with love because she's terrified that any loving relationship she has will be destroyed once her new friend finds out she's a dhampyr.

Jessi's relationships are all transactional, because that was the way she was raised. If someone doesn't have anything to give her, she doesn't know how to stay in connection with a person.

Jay loves unconditionally, because that's just who he is.

Agape

3. To what extent does your OC believe in the value (or even existence) of true altruism? Do they see an unselfish concern for the welfare of others as being naïve or foolish? Or as a moral quality to which people should aspire?

Matt's altruism partially comes from his Jewish faith, because he believes that he is commanded to put others' needs above his own selfish wants. He believes that everyone should care about others more, and that would make the world a better place.

Sohelia is a bit of a cynic, but though she believes altruism is too idealistic, it is something she aspires for, even if she believes true altruism is impossible.

Jessi thinks it's all stupid, after all, who would care about others at their own risk, right? (definitely not Eobard but that DEFINITELY didn't influence her at all as a child)

Jay definitely sees the value of altruism and he strives towards it as much as he humanly can. However, he has a tendency to take it too far, and get himself into bad situations because he wants to help people.

4. Does your OC have a religious faith which emphasises the importance of a love for all people? If so then do they try to follow these teachings authentically? Or do they just pay lip-service to them? If not then do they follow a more martial or mercantile faith? Or none at all?

Matt is Jewish, and he's a very strong follower of his faith, much to his Catholic stepfather's dismay. He believes that he should love all people, or the good old fashioned "Love your neighbor as yourself".

Sohelia is Muslim, and she believes that God commanded her to love all people, though this is something that she struggles with severely.

Jessi is a Hellenic Pagan, though it's mostly just in name only. Girlie wouldn't know Xenia if it slapped her in the face.

Jay is Agnostic, and while he doesn't balieve in any one faith, he does have kinda a pantheistic view of the world, that "god" is everything and everyone alive, and bringing love to people's lives brings more of "god" into the world.

5. Does your OC find it easy to empathise with their enemies? Or do they see it as important to dehumanise them in order to combat them with sufficient determination?

Matt has trouble empathizing with his enemies, mostly because they're almost all animalistic bloodsucking monsters, or, at least, that's all he sees of them. He has a fairly consistant pattern of dehumanizing any non-human, until he finds out that his girlfriend, Dolores, is secretly a vampire living among humans, and his friend Vanessa is mutated into a giant monster in order to kill him and his friends.

Sohelia chooses to dehumanze any of her enemies, including her own kind. Even though she's half-vampire herself, she refuses to see any of them as people, because of the propaganda that the Hunters' Guild fed her from her early childhood (does she kinda hate herself? yep)

Jessi doesn't empathise with her enemies at all. She doesn't see the point of it, since she's either going to hypnotize them into adoring her or she'll have them killed by one of the various gangs or assassins in her criminal empire.

Jay tries to see his enemies as people, though the one he has the most trouble with is Eobard Thawne, mostly because that man is so out of touch there's not really any part of him that Jay can relate to.

#ask revan #oc shit #vexic :D

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incarnateirony · 2 months

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SIGH. LIKE. ALMOST.

Dw guy her friend's old house haunted by the demon named after the car from Supernatural and Like Crowley only burned down the place after they left. But you know, does it have to be Appalachian Entities that she listens to the warning from or about or like, what. Like we're so close.

Impala gave them a year to fix their mistakes. And even though they'd only lived with Impala a year, somehow their previous home had burned down a year prior.

come on elsa, keep the water moving.

She's still so ensnared by ideas like distance, too, how odd. "I'm 700 miles away, I don't know how to help" has the same energy as "the reaper wants me to stay in the state."

Wonder why everything got "Extra Spicy" lately. I swear I heard that lately, wonder why it's in such standout quotes, oh well.

The new family is extremely disrespectful to the property, and ruined two decades of spiritual work between the three of us*. They even interrupted the space given as his private place. They ripped up every protective hedge, and even threw away a gravestone.

They're messy. They trash the house itself, doing EVERYTHING she had asked Impala to keep from happening.

Man she is REALLY fucking up the weather in here.

Happy burn my dread interrupting my playlist last night folks. The fire itself was a bit ago but. That is not what I was angling for last night, but ok. Lady the moral is right there

Stop trashing my house. you pretend you want a new house. Go be in that house, you have your own game lobby, you fucked up and now yours is mine, and I'm winning.

Hey, Shea, since you're starting to connect with Old You. What's some other things that were happening around 2011-12?

Do you remember a day you tried to help a boy following Set take my eye? Where Ash and Ero as we called them then seemed to be fighting over me, and you misunderstood, and I paid the price? Something something light a cig with my fingertip while Sephiroth is in the house. I ended up gone for a week, a few things kept me turning. Who and what? Hermes and... it didn't know how to spell it's name, it wasn't ready yet.

Do you remember a day you almost died in the woods to Ash screaming, or Junpeiper telling you to run and throwing you, and the circle of unmoving water and the tree?

Keep the water moving, Elsa.

What? I like Supernatural and his fucking car, okay? Ur welcome SPN fans.

Oh Baby Baby Baby

Ever wake up from a dream with real weird narrative consistency?

lady blease, did you never find it weird that Impala* was supposedly sealed in a ring for a bajillion years, but knew about a fucking car and had a preference?

BLEASE. MAAM?

He never did tell you his actual name. But he's Like Your Crowley. But I told you, both in song and text, no more truce, you're wrecking my place. And you're fucking up generational weather now.

Guess we gotta keep working it harder doing it faster to land a message.

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lady, THAT is your dress, you look better in it. And it was never in the cat I hired to stare at you. Or Luna aphrodovey three told you to name after the moon. Just get over it and give me back my fucking air jordans already. Just hop all the way off it. Delete the shadows in your galleries, truly fix what is broken on your altar you already realized the gods disapproved of, be honest to your friends to make sure they do the same, and so on. And you know. Face yourself.

That's all this has ever been about, you driving backwards pain in the ass. You really trying to drag us to a zero point. You're on the wrong path, you spoke and acknowledged it. It's not too late to turn around and look at it. You can go through the water, it needs to move, lady.

Boys just love throwing their big rocks in bodies of water, and sometimes, you just gotta smash Atohallan with a fucking dickhammer. Cuz lady it's FUCKING FROZEN. MOVE. Yeah, you never Really Knew Any Man(gods). But that's fine. You have your own boots for walking.

YOU have to move the box. You can't wait for me to do it, or to climb into you to move it. YOU have to MOVE THE BOX. I know one of my three promises was you never had to Work while you were with me unless you want to Do The Work. And by god, you've forced me to stay with you whether you realize it or not. But I'm doing anything I can to make you want to. Do the Work that is, not stay with me oh my god. And to get you Out. And to get done whatever you need in my capacity.

It's a Craft of Mine.

please please please the water started running and ice started breaking in your head last night, memedaddy is calling honey, it's time to let it go.

this has been your daily cat distribution from dailyspooky

If it helps at all, after being this far up your literal ass since you're all up mine, I think your ancestral memory layers Athena and Freyja genetically, there's some Aphrodite bullshit going on, and I don't know which of the three moons big girl is still but she STILL scares me. Or maybe it's more, she's all three, but only once Shealyn, you know, doesn't just look at it but walks the path. Trismegistus isn't the only triplicate. There's a girl version. We been yelling that at you lots. Cuz you also had Verartemis. YO BEAR LADY, LISTEN. I know you got a reputation to keep, but how many times you gonna slip on that bear skin onto me and blame me?

Stop throwing it at cats and birds and exes or anubis and the kibble bowl for precious on fursuit friday. Turn around, go back, and look at it. Your dress and boots are better than mine anyway.

I figured out why seeing through her eyes has blacked out strips I couldn't see through right. It's like Marie. She's Marie. Kusano covering her face sobbing because she can't look at it. It's okay Mary, whatever's on the other side of that door, man. I already came this far. I ain't stopping now. We told you out of the gate before you insisted on doubling down and speeding up. We know you can do this. That's why it's so frustrating.

And why we collectively loathe your new family even if we want a different and happier path for you. Them. That's why everyone said they killed his goddess by enabling this. Lady. Lady please. This IS the intervention. Call it suicide prevention, call it divine intervention, whatever. But please listen. You're thinking of who you were in 2011-2012. That's good. You turned back, kind of. Now it's time to figure out where you messed up and drive forward again, but you gotta look at it. Please don't back up the purolator truck again, southpaw hermes is TIRED.

Keep the water moving, Elsa. Around when you posted this, I had already gone and met you at the door, whether or not you remember it. Lady, you're so close. I'll even go cheese the reaper for you again today lady, but that shit gonna respawn now until you let the lies you've told yourself go and set yourself free.

The rain tore up the circle. Tear it up again. Let the fog break. Let the cycle break. Let the water move. It's okay to go through it, if you can face yourself. I already told you, if you give away these leaden grudges, we'll drive forward one last time with you. You can be your own Asherah tree without me.

#ever wake up from a dream with real weird narrative consistency #man 2010-2012 was a TIME #these new tenants are so disrespectful #they're undoing 20 years of work between The Three Of Us #remix brought to you by friggin TTripleT #ITS YA BOI 2009 HOT TOPIC JEBUS GRINDING WITH THE SQUAD #USE THE CROWLEY VOICE I HEAR THAT HELPS #sup maya I'm in the house like CARPET #I'M HENRY AND I'M FUCKING TIRED #THE MOVIE ENDING IS BETTER #my boy is EXPIRING to get to that door and make good on his promise #WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS COCAINE BEAR MOVIE IS #OR WHAT YOU'VE TURNED INTO SINCE 2010 #THAT'S A PIECE OF CRAP PERSON #and your friends complaining about the FeMC path never tried #THEY CLEARLY NEVER HEARD THE ORIGINAL VOICE ACTOR #how many have REALLY played the FeMC path #lady you weren't supposed to eat the rumpockyoccultum #that was in fact a joke not a suggestion #you ate the damn chips and now everything is fucking weird #cmon persephone pspspspspspspspsps #u can have the tropicana snowglobe if you do this?? trade???

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reveluving · 2 years

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the prettiest of them all

summary: What better way to use a closet mirror, conveniently placed beside the bed than to see you writhe in his arms?

pairing: damien nazario x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: mature/smut (minor DNI!)

a/n: couldn’t just leave our man Nazario out after writing for Beckett, so please enjoy this fic with our favourite private investigator! ‘you’ can be yourself or your OC! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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disclaimer! this is a submission for:

‘CFWC Naughty & Nice’ by @choicesficwriterscreations with the prompts (Naughty); “I can’t move.” “That’s the idea.”

‘Picktober: Choices October Challenge’ by @choicesmonthlychallenge using the prompts (Kinktober); Biting & Mirrors.

» smut includes; dirty mind, biting obv, fingering, soft!Damien.

'The single piece of furniture, plus your scandalous moans playing in his head on a loop continuously taunting him.' ;

It was hard for Damien to believe that it's been six months since the end of the whole Eros incident. Though he has yet to sleep without waking up in a cold sweat every once in a while, he was definitely getting better by the day.

Plus, with you in his arms at every step of the way, he'd say he's doing pretty good!

Time flies when you're with the right person— as cliché as it sounds, the statement had resonated with him the moment he knew he wanted to be more than just your friend. He remembered Nadia offering him to hang out with the three of you as a thank-you for dealing with her stalker problem. He also remembered having second thoughts about it, considering how he's always ever avoided making friends with his clients. Yet, somehow, it was the need to see you again that pushed him to say yes.

No matter how hard he tried to deny his own feelings, he knew he had no chance of winning, and he'd often thank the universe for it.

So, getting the opportunity to enjoy an entire week in Hawaii with you, especially after a slew of misfortunes and just plain stress in the office, was like dying a hero.

Not that he'd call himself a hero.

Then again, he couldn't say that in front of you. Don't ever say that, you'd probably admonish him, but not out of anger.

Oh, you. Wonderful, wonderful you. Just an embodiment of pure love and hope.

He hasn't moved from his spot ever since he reluctantly let you leave the bed, glancing between the window and the bathroom. He was conflicted between watching the picturesque sunset and seeing you walking to and fro in the bathroom sink as you did your makeup.

You and Damien had just woken up, having been forced to follow Nadia and Steve to visit the local attractions at the crack of dawn. Sloane, Khaan and Hayden's presence made the activity bearable, considering it wasn't just you and Damien in that ten hour-torture. But what could he do? Nadia was the one paying for the trip, so Damien knew better than to bitch and whine about her itinerary.

Plus, Nadia knew he didn't hate it, as long as you were around, you knew your ways of distracting him.

He covered his eyes with one arm, the cloud-like pillow and your humming nearly lulled him back to sleep, only to raise his head at your soft 'fuck!'.

Something about the noise you made immediately had eyes landing on the closet mirror next to him. The single piece of furniture, plus your scandalous moans playing in his head on a loop continuously taunting him.

Fuck it.

And just like, he shot out of bed, unwilling to ignore what he had been wanting to do the second he got here.

Seeing you meticulously work on your lashes, he was nice enough to knock on the door, your expression shifting from extreme focus to a wide grin.

“Morning, handsome,” You joked and yet, you continued with perfecting your wing, “We should be getting ready, Nadia's been torturing my phone for like, 30 minutes now.”

As if on cue, the 'ding!' coming from your phone only supported your explanation, the 17th message from none other than Mrs Park herself.

Damien answered you with a hum, leaning against the door frame and watching you with his sharp eyes. He took in your current appearance; Dazzling and downright luscious, dressed to the nines, despite the lack of clothing covering you up. A naughty little vixen. A single taste of you and his self-restraints will immediately snap.

“Damien?” You didn’t look back at him, despite his lack of response, only for you to freeze up when he came up to you ever so slowly. The way he approached you with such a look made you feel like a prey, a thought that you couldn’t help yourself as you rubbed your thighs together.

He must’ve noticed it, chuckling as he stood behind you, his erection barely hiding behind his briefs as he pinned you against the counter.

“What are you doing?” You finally met his eyes in the mirror, giving him a nervous giggle.

“Just… appreciating.”

“Yeah? Well, do you mind if you…” You motioned him to step back with your free hand, “Move back a little?”

“Now, why would I do that?” His voice got deeper as if your question had offended him despite the mischief in his tone. You only thought of putting the brush down when he placed both of his hands on either side of you, trapping you between his hard chest and the counter.

“I… I can’t move.” The prominent bulge was impossible to ignore, especially when he began rolling his hips into your backside. You choked out a gasp, the mascara was long forgotten as it dropped to the floor, hints of ink smearing the marble top when it slipped out of your fingers.

“That’s the idea.”

He didn't give you the time to process and dragged you out to the bedroom, carrying you via bridal style. Your demands to put you down were as effective as a Pomeranian yapping at its owner, with Damien's chest reverberating with laughter against you.

Surprisingly, instead of placing you down on the bed as you expected, he sat on the edge of the bed, which faced the unexplainably long mirror. Damien knew he got you exactly where he wanted the second he heard your breath hitching, and he knew it wasn’t only because he had you on his lap.

It was the first thing you noticed when you checked in, the placement and sheer size of it drove your mind to run wild. It didn’t last long, though, for you were forced to snap out of it when Damien came in seconds later. But you should’ve known better than to think he didn’t notice, too focused on the idea of being ravished in front of it to see the smug on his face. You lied when he asked if you were okay, answering him ever so softly without meeting his gaze before running off to the bathroom ‘to change into your bikini’ despite forgetting to grab your swimwear out of your luggage.

Since then, his imagination, too, became anything but appropriate, though if he wasn’t being honest, he would’ve thought about it regardless. But the real problem was finding the right time for it. Since the very first day, he had you bouncing on his cock in the luxurious bathtub and has gone down on you in the sauna but not once have the two of you used the bed. Whether it was because you were too tired or too comfortable in the sheets, and in Damien’s arms no less, it didn’t matter anymore, because he was going to change that.

To hell with Nadia’s plans tonight, he had other priorities.

The way his warm breath tickled your neck as he perched his chin on your shoulder, his calloused hands running up and down your hips before settling them on your top. He grazed his teeth across your neck, easily finding the sweet spot that sent shivers down your spine. He didn’t spare you a second before biting into the soft skin, huffing out in amusement when you choked out a gasp, writhing in his arms, and he didn’t just do it once.

He didn’t want just one hickey on your pretty neck, after all.

He fondled your breasts, feeling your nipples tighten under the material. He dragged the top down, the material folding under your breasts and accentuating your assets. His mouth was dying to latch onto your nipples, but he was already too entranced by the current view in front of him. That didn’t mean who wouldn’t do it later.

He never said he’d be done with it after one round.

And the second his fingers brushed against your sensitive bud, he knew you were done for.

The way his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy had you squirming in his lap, his lips unconsciously parting with yours as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He didn’t even bother removing your panties, opting to move the offending material aside before easing in his thick, middle finger. The more he curled his fingers into you, the more you soaked both his briefs, down to the bedsheets. Not that he gave a shit anyway. In fact, it was exactly what he wanted to see, the same way he wanted to hear that delicious squelching.

Your head rolled back, resting it against his shoulder as he leaned in and whispered.

“Open your eyes, mi vida,” You whined, both from the nickname and how his voice went so far as to make you tighten around his fingers. He growled at the sensation, but managed to keep it together before continuing, “Look at yourself in the mirror and see how gorgeous you are.”

You tried to, you really did, but with the way rolled his hips against yours, it was almost impossible to even open your eyes, let alone keep your head up.

So, he helped you out.

His other hand moved from your waist, his fingers sliding from the valley of your breasts, tits now hard from when he rolled them just moments ago, before holding you by the jaw. It was nowhere near rough, but enough to help you look up.

If it wasn’t for Damien, you would’ve looked away just as quickly, your body growing hotter than you thought was possible at the sight; your skin glowing from the sheen of sweat and dim light coming from the bathroom, his thick fingers thrusting in and out of your tight hole and those blown out pupils of his as he watched you, right before his eyes met yours, now far less innocent of a situation then your brief conversation in the bathroom earlier.

“Cancel our plans,” You didn’t even know what he was talking about at first, not especially when he turned your head to look at him, hair disheveled and looking feral, “I want you to see how beautiful you cum in the mirror. Over and over again.”

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» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics ♡

#— reve's reverie 🌹#cfwc naughty & nice #cfwc special events #picktober #damien nazario #damien nazario x mc #damien nazario x reader #damien nazario x f!reader #damien nazario x you #f!mc #perfect match #choices perfect match #choices #choices fic writers creations #choices pixelberry #choices stories you play #playchoices #pixelberry #choices fanfic

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changeling-fae · 4 months

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I'm gonna be boring and ask you the same back xD, for whichever OCs you want to answer them for!

Eros: 3

Philia: 2

Storge: 5

Agape: 5

Ludus: 2

Pragma: 2

Philautia: 1

Thanks for the ask! I'll answer for Nym!

From this ask meme.

Eros: 3 How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

She's ambivalent. She's personally and extremely private person but she's had to maintain a flirty persona for years, both as an entertainer and as a way to lure her victims as Durge. She sees PDA as more an act you perform rather than something inherently felt. If a partner were to kiss her in public she'd roll with it. Anything more than that and she'll assume they're about to perform for someone as a message (envy, territory, etc).

Philia: 2 Does your OC find it easy to make friends? Or are there barriers to them doing so? If so then are these due to issues of inclination, communication, or something else entirely?

She finds making friends exceedingly difficult. As a child she easily could but after her years of extreme trauma and then life as Durge, she finds genuine connections almost impossible. Before her abduction she was incredibly lonely (and why she kept going back to the Devil's Den despite knowing Raphael just wanted her soul but hey if he ate it she wouldn't have to exist anymore). She felt she couldn't get close to the average person because it would put them in danger, from either herself or from Orin and Bhaal cultists. She's very loyal to the people she does bond with though.

Storge: 5 Is your OC able to love without necessarily needing or expecting reciprocation or reward? Or are all their relationships to some extent transactional? Have they ever loved another person unconditionally, whether a child or another adult?

She never expects anything from those she loves. She does believe that everyone expects something from her though, like she sees herself as a tool more than anything. She can become what people expect or what she assumes they expect. I'd say she definitely sees her body as separate from herself.

She loved her bio father unconditionally (not Bhaal but her drow father, she has like three parents technically). She loved him so much that after his death in front of her (by goblins) and the immediate trauma that happened afterward when she was sold by his debt collector, that she can only remember his as perfect. So much so that she wouldn't want her soul to go to Eilistraee like his did because she's so ashamed at the monster she's become and thinks he would be ashamed (even though he spent centuries as an assassin for his house originally).

Agape: 5 Does your OC find it easy to empathise with their enemies? Or do they see it as important to dehumanise them in order to combat them with sufficient determination?

Lol, not at all. She has a very black and white way of thinking. You're either her enemy, her ally, or a rando (likely a victim). She struggles with grey, especially within herself. She's forgiving to the people she cares for or people trying to change their fate, but if they're her enemy? No empathy, no sympathy, and often no mercy.

Ludus: 2 Is your OC particularly skilled at flirting? Have they had to practice this or does it just happen naturally?

Yes, very good. It's a mix of both practice (she started young for survival) and also natural (she's the granddaughter of Graz'zt). It was one of her most common methods of hunting for victims to kill as Durge. She also just sleeps with a lot of people because she does like sex but also it's her biggest method of self-harm (she targets dangerous people to have an excuse to hurt back if she feels like it, like flipping a coin).

Pragma: 2 What is the biggest challenge that your OC has had to overcome in a long-term relationship or friendship? What helped them get through this?

Letting people in, trusting others that they actually do care about her. Astarion was a big help with that as a lover since they have similar trauma points and grew together, and her companions she'd die for. Her relationship with Raphael is the most complicated (and how) and they just somehow make it work, albeit very messily.

Philautia: 1 Does your OC have a healthy sense of their own worth and value? Or do they see themselves as failing to live up to their original potential? Perhaps they are convinced of their own sinful or inadequate nature?

Nope, not at all. As I said, she sees herself as a tool and sees her body as separate from herself as a whole. She has so much self loathing and disgust for herself and basically doesn't believe she can ever be good or "pure". She mourns the loss of her innocence so deeply and she's so so bitter about it. Raphael calls her "little lamb" and despite the power dynamic nature of it, she likes it because she feels she can pretend she never lost her innocence. Here's two blurbs, from his and her perspective.

#ask meme #bg3 #bg3 durge #oc: nym the drow'ri #oc: nym the abyssal tiefling #she's so laura palmer coded honestly #my writing (a bit)#bg3 raphael

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idrisofficial · 5 months

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eros 1 and 2 + storge 1 for brinne; storge 3 for lennox

possibly more to come, i feel like i’ll forget which questions i want to ask if i read the whole ask game at once

eros 1. Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

brinne tends to be extremely private about her romantic pursuits with adrian for completely understandable reasons, so she doesn't usually engage in any public displays of affection or tangible expressions of love. she's much more expressive and romantic in her words. she also tends to dislike or resent most traditional idrisian courtship traditions for a two related reasons: the first because of her dedication/borderline obsession with her unconventional romance with adrian. because of the "secrecy" of their relationship, a lot of the typical traditions of courtship aren't conducive to what they have going. this pairs with the fact that brinne generally looks down on most expressions of noble culture, and definitely has somewhat of a "not like other girls" complex-- she tends to reject most traditional rituals in general (also some really interesting parallels here with zuri, but that's for another post). this distaste for ritual is very different for present brinne at 22 because of how her trauma at 17 changes her, but the entire current brinndrian relationship is so tangled and inconsistent that it's also difficult to assess it at all in the current time frame.

eros 2. How important is sex to them in a relationship? Do they see it as something essential to their happiness? Would they be able to remain in a monogamous relationship with someone they loved without sex?

pretty important to her, actually. brinne's sexual expression is both one of defiance and one of acceptance. in embracing her own sexual agency, she refuses the right of royal tradition to control her life more than it already does. it's an act of rebellion and a welcoming of liberty. her relationship to sex is far from all positives, though. brinne also has a tendency to use sex as a coping mechanism, and she often has little self-control when it comes to giving into whatever her chemical imbalances demand of her. it would be a legitimate challenge for brinne to be in a relationship without sex, but for someone she really cared about (i.e. adrian, if he was really insistent) she would certainly try to figure it out. a relationship without sex would probably encourage some healthier behaviors on her part, but would also most likely cause other mental health issues. it'd be a toss up for sure.

storge 1. Did your OC's parents love them unconditionally? If so then has this helped them feel confident as an adult? If not then how has this affected them? What were the conditions their family attached to their relationship?

hahaha nnnno. there was little to no love in that relationship at all. brinne has extreme feelings of deficiency in her worth as a person, and has since she was very small. by adolescence she was able to mask most of it by acting out and being purposefully disobedient so that at the very least she could feel good about being bad. brinne at 22 no longer rebels outwardly almost at all, and in result her feelings of a lacking self-worth mount once again. at 22, for the first time in many many years, she strives to be good by what her parents' standards were, and struggles extremely along the way. she doesn't feel like herself, or know what she's doing, or know if she's succeeding by any measure. her parents are also gone by this point, so she has no one to affirm any of these questions. truthfully, even if her parents were alive to see it, they would still be viciously critical of her. brinne's parents' hatred of her was not born because of her defiance, although that escalated the issue significantly. its origins lie at the expectation for their child to be a thing rather than a person, and brinne's high-maintenance condition from birth was so dissonant from that standard that there was no chance from the beginning that her parents would accept her for who she is. even if they saw her making an effort to behave appropriately after her long childhood of defiance, she would never be good enough for what they believed necessary for their child. in a lot of ways, actually, brinne's parents were quite similar to lennox's in terms of courtly mindset and parenting. the main difference is that brinne comes from a long, long line of emotional people, whereas the warryns are frozen all the way down. neither are bearable environments for children.

storge 3. How far does parental approval (imagined or expressed) impact upon their current sense of self-worth? What might they sacrifice or attempt to achieve in order to ensure the approval of their parents?

now we're talking about lennox's parents, perfect segue! this is an easy one. parental approval dictates lennox's every word, action, and thought. he has immense pride for his family, and constantly upholds himself to the paragon of conduct which has been set for a person of his heritage and caliber. after his parents' death (which is a whole Other Thing), he replaces their guiding voices in his head with his own to some extent, but in most contexts they're indistinguishable, so it doesn't matter much. essentially, he is able to think for himself in a higher capacity after their death, but he is still so fundamentally affected by the biases instilled in him that most of the time his lines of thinking end up being the same as what he would have received parental approval for in the first place. relevantly, the times when he hears the actual voices of his parents in his head the most is when he is self-critical. of course, when they were alive, his parents had a lot of cruel things to say about him. lennox warryn at 16, 17, 22, is entirely a product of the mold his parents forced him into as a child by accepting no less than perfection in every area. by the time he was 16 or so, he had so solidly learned exactly what was expected of him that his parents' cutting criticism became less frequent, and negative comments turned into the refinement of details of his actions and personality, rather than rigid standards he was threatened into achieving. all of this is to say that lennox has taken great, great pains to become the person his parents wanted him to be. he is willing to do anything to himself or others* because he trusts so wholeheartedly (wow, he has a heart!) that whatever conclusions his parents, and thus, himself reach are correct. that's why he's so full of himself. fucked up.

*except for his siblings. this becomes extremely complicated and is also for another post.

#thanks for the ask <3 #oc: brinne alistair #oc: lennox warryn #character backstory #hope this made sense i'm pretty tired

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azrphl · 9 months

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proper pinned post && info coming later when it's not 2:30am but hi hello it's eros back with an extremely private blog for the archangel aziraphale !! affiliated with @sauntereddownward ig ♡ temp rules under the cut ! will contain season 2 spoilers, untagged. follow at your own risk ♡

i. i am busy && have too many blogs so don't expect much i'm truly just here to write with my friends ii. little to no formatting. iii. talk to me ooc but please be patient i am busy ♡ iv. don't be a fucking freak ♡ v. i'm super selective, sorry in advance ! i will softblock if i don't intend to follow back. i won't be following duplicates, && honestly i probably am not gonna write with other crowleys. i made this blog for stella, so that's my priority.

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rue-rue-rue · 11 months

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Ibuki shot and styled by Rue Yi

Feet, subjects of erotic fascination: our points of contact between earth and self, the furthest extremes of our body, the implicit vulnerability in their nakedness—they’re associated with notions of cleanness and dirtiness, utility and fashion, disgust and fetish. Taboo, which works so hard to repress, counterproductively serves to make their subjects more captivating. It’s the uncooperative temperament of human psychology—the unknowable, transmutative qualities of desire. Why are feet so loaded? Captions on posts declare: “no free feet pics” and they’re censored, seriously or ironically. Make no mistake: this part of our body which carries and moves us through our days, this part of our body which is tucked into socks and slipped into shoes, is private. And private parts can be exploited for profit. But profit is the exact opposite of what drives eroticism, isn’t it? No amount of money can buy attraction. The commodification of desire sells a husk, an ersatz of the real experience of eros. The fundamentals of eros are grounded, are simple: you, me, body, mind, and a miracle. When we can look past fetish as something binary—something you either have or don’t have—a world of independent study opens up to us for observation, research, and creative synthesis. And I am endlessly appreciative of Ibuki for seeing and understanding my vision for a microstyling moment focused on feet. Thank you for sharing your time and space with me!

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lindasstarboutique · 1 year

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Female/ Fragrance Lotion with Shea Butter

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calledchild · 1 year

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— YOU PASSED YOUR FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR AND CALLED ME CHILD... WITNESS ME OLD MAN, I AM THE WILD.

extremely private hunter from the owl house. previously written on whsprhouse. low-activity, friends-only. plot & dynamics - focused. very minimalistic all around. full rules can be found here. sideblog, follows from @rhpsdys — DO NOT FOLLOW IF WE ARE NOT MUTUALS ON THAT BLOG. please respect this — anyone else will be softblocked. this blog uses exclusively beta editor.

#dni.#pinned.#out of.

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angalarajasegaran · 1 year

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love through friendship

In My Own Private Idaho (1991), director Gus Van Sant portrays the evolution of the friendship between street hustlers Mike Waters and Scott Favor. Mike is presented to be extremely sensitive and vulnerable, often falling asleep mid-sentence as part of his sudden narcoleptic episodes where he dreams of his long-lost mother. Scott, on the other hand, is presented to be confident and secure, assuredly awaiting to inherit his father’s fortune when he turns 21. The resulting friendship between these two contrasting men is one that seems genuine and meaningful in the first half of the film, with Scott taking care of Mike as if he were an extension of oneself, and them embarking on a journey to find Mike’s mother together. But their friendship takes a dire turn in the second half of the film, as Scott discards all semblance of his friendship with Mike immediately after he turns 21 and claims his fortune. Mike is left pained and vulnerable by the loss of his friendship with Scott, but his sense of companionship and brotherhood with the other street hustlers creates an impression of a somewhat more hopeful future for him. This is in stark contrast to Scott’s emotional coldness and rigidity in his new life, with no semblance of genuine friendships or even genuine romantic love for that matter. The contrast between Mike and Scott in the second half of the film serves to emphasize the importance of friendship and genuine human connection in life.

An important idea presented by Julia Annas’ Friendship and Altruism article is the significance of viewing one’s friend as an extension of oneself, as emphasized by Aristotle. We are able to witness this in Mike and Scott’s friendship, particularly through Scott’s treatment of Mike. Scott takes care of Mike in a way that none of the other street hustlers do, and he does so in such a nurturing manner that it feels like he views Mike as an extension of himself. For example, when Mike has a narcoleptic episode early in the film (15:40-17:09), Scott carries him to a park so as to not leave him alone and unsafe by the side of the road. He talks to a sleeping Mike, assuring him that he will be safe, conveying a sense of care and support. He has a moment of vulnerability where he tells Mike about his contempt for his own father, almost as though he regards the sleeping Mike as a diary for his deep and troubling thoughts, thereby highlighting the idea that Scott views Mike as an extension of himself at this point in the film. He then takes off his jacket and covers Mike with it as a blanket, further highlighting his care and nourishment of Mike. By covering Mike with his own jacket, it feels like he imbues Mike with part of himself, further emphasizing his view of Mike as an extension of himself. In another scene where Scott takes care of Mike during his narcoleptic episodes (21:16-21:47), we see Scott cradling Mike’s body in his lap, as though he were a child to him - this further emphasizes the idea of Scott treating Mike as an extension of himself and therefore extending genuine love and compassion towards him. The greatest point of evidence for Scott’s treatment of Mike as an extension of himself lies in the fact that he embarks on a journey with Mike to help him find his long-lost mother. The visual image of them riding a bike together on this journey reflects how Scott takes up Mike’s interests of finding his mother as his own interests, thereby journeying towards a common interest. By taking up Mike’s interests as his own, Scott acts upon his view of Mike as an extension of himself.

C.S. Lewis’ Four Loves: Friendship article highlights a distinction between friendship and Eros - he claims that lovers are face to face, absorbed in each other, while friends are side by side, absorbed in a common interest. We see these differing notions of friendship and Eros play out in Scott and Mike’s feelings towards each other, respectively, in the campfire scene (50:40-54:59). When Mike says, ‘I’d like to really talk with you’ and emphasizes the word ‘really’, this highlights a sense of repression in past conversations with Scott, conveying the idea that his true feelings for Scott have been an obstacle in their friendship’s progression. Mike has been absorbed in Scott due to his love for him, while Scott has been absorbed in the common interest of the friendship. When Mike confesses that he loves Scott, Scott does not reciprocate Mike’s feelings. However, Scott embraces Mike shortly afterwards, which seems like a compensatory gesture to make up for the fact that he does not have feelings for Mike. It feels like Scott is trying to comfort Mike and reassure him that they’re still best friends, which Mike is willing to continue being despite his love for Scott being unreciprocated, highlighting their desire to pursue the common interests of their friendship together.

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Julia Annas’ Friendship and Altruism article also highlights Aristotle’s categorization of different types of friendship, based on whether they are good, useful or pleasant. These different types of friendship are evident in the film. Mike and Scott’s friendship can be characterized as good due to their genuine treatment of each other as extensions of themselves, and their mutual desire to prioritize each other’s interests. Scott and Bob’s friendship can be characterized as pleasant or good depending on your vantage point. For Scott, his friendship towards Bob can be considered pleasant - this is due to the fact that despite his love for Bob as a paternal figure extending beyond his love for his own biological father, Scott chooses to abandon Bob and pretend to lack recognition of him in the future, thereby highlighting his temporary maintenance of this friendship for the sake of his enjoyment. For Bob, his friendship towards Scott can be considered as good, due to his attachment towards Scott as if he were a biological son to such an extent that Scott’s lack of recognition of him in the future literally breaks his heart and contributes towards his death. Only a genuine friendship based on goodness could have this effect on Bob. The friendships between the street hustlers at large can be characterized as pleasant - this is particularly evident in the scene where they play a game of cops and robbers together (34:40-37:21) and are enjoying each other’s company, but on a playful, more superficial level than that of friendships based on goodness.

The funeral scene towards the end of the film serves to emphasize the significance of friendship amongst the hustlers, and that Scott has chosen to leave this sense of camaraderie behind. Bob literally dies of a broken heart due to Scott’s declaration that he doesn’t know who Bob is. Mike and the other street hustlers gather to commemorate Bob in a way that honors his legacy and spirit, with dancing, singing and making out galore. This is reflective of the love Mike and the other street hustlers have towards Bob such that they choose to celebrate his life rather than mourn his passing, and also highlights the extent to which they recognize Bob’s spirit wholeheartedly. This celebration of life is sharply contrasted with the solemness and rigidity of Scott’s father’s funeral, which is devoid of emotion to the extent that not a single tear is shed in mourning. By contrasting these two funerals, it is made clear that Scott’s decision to leave the other hustlers renders him deficient of the friendships that contributed meaning and genuine emotional connection in his life. Mike, on the other hand, seems to be in a more hopeful position with the company of the other hustlers around him to ensure that he is somewhat safe and secure as opposed to alone and vulnerable. To me, this serves to emphasize the importance of friendship in contributing meaning to one’s life, and highlights that a life devoid of genuine friendships is a life devoid of meaning, as seen in the case of Scott at the end of the film.

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