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jar-of-something-else · 9 months

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Ectoplasm's Kinktober Prompt List 2023

Just a disclaimer: I AM TURNING 18 IN OCTOBER!!! If you are under 18, please don't interact with my posts on this blog! My main blog, @jar-of-ectoplasm, is the place for you to freely interact with everything! If you are a minor and have your age in your bio, I will ask you to please not follow this account; thank you for understanding!!

Everything will be under the cut, certain prompts I haven't assigned characters to yet but you guys are free to request certain characters for certain prompts and I'll take those into account!!

I will be doing this in the form of headcanons, with two characters per prompt (with some exceptions)! Any day with an asterisk (* <this thing for those who don't know) i need characters for!

I'm pulling inspiration from several different prompt lists, but this is is an original list!

I am going to try to do everyday of this, but please don't be surprised if I don't, I have a lot of stuff going on in October this year!

Prompts and characters are under the cut!

Day 1: Threesome w/ Coop and Remer from BASEketball and Sniper and Scout from Team Fortress 2

Day 2: Medical/Lab kink w/ Medic from Team Fortress 2 and Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) from Batman

*Day 3: Mirror sex w/ Illuso from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and a requested character!

Day 4: Accent kink w/ Tex Sawyer from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3 and Sniper from Team Fortress 2

Day 5: Strap-on w/ Ms. Pauling and Zhanna from Team Fortress 2

Day 6: Temperature play w/ Ghiaccio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Pyro from Team Fortress 2, and Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze) from Batman

Day 7: Sensory Deprivation w/ Demoman from Team Fortress 2 and Edward Nygma (The Riddler) from Batman

Day 8: Fearplay w/ Billy Loomis from Scream and Leslie Vernon from Behind the Mask

Day 9: Language kink w/ Spy from Team Fortress 2 and Eduardo Dorrance (Bane) from Batman

*Day 10: Bloodplay w/ Risotto Nero from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Sniper from Team Fortress 2 (but he's crazy!!)

Day 11: Size kink w/ Heavy from Team Fortress 2 and Formaggio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Day 12: Work sex w/ Egon Spengler, Ray Stanz, Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore and Janine Melnitz from The Ghostbusters

*Day 13: Sex pollen w/ Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) from Batman and a requested character!

Day 14: Body worship w/ Vincent Sinclair from House of Wax and Melone from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Day 15: Degradation w/ Harvey Dent (Two Face) from Batman and Herbert West from Re-Animator

Day 16: Professor/Student (PURELY CONSENSUAL, BOTH PARTIES 18+) w/ Egon Spengler from Ghostbusters and Engineer from Team Fortress 2

Day 17: Dirty talk w/ Prosciutto from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Stu Macher from Scream

Day 18: Dumbification w/ Bo Sinclair from House of Wax and Sellout!Remer from BASEketball

Day 19: Praise kink w/ Ray Stanz from The Ghostbusters, Coop from BASEketball, and Engineer from Team Fortress 2

Day 20: Volume control w/ Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn) from Batman and Spy from Team Fortress 2

Day 21: Public sex w/ Randy Meeks from Scream and Scout from Team Fortress 2

Day 22: Face sitting w/ Melone from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Peter Venkman from The Ghostbusters

Day 23: Hypnosis w/ Jervis Tetch (The Mad Hatter) and Dennis Prowell (The Music Meister) from Batman

Day 24: Mask kink w/ Adrian Chase (Vigilante) from Peacemaker and Pyro from Team Fortress 2

*Day 25: Predator/Prey w/ Tex Sawyer from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3 and a requested character!

Day 26: Teasing w/ Remer from BASEketball and Leslie Vernon from Behind the Mask

Day 27: Manhandling w/ Chris Smith (Peacemaker) from Peacemaker/The Suicide Squad and Soldier from Team Fortress 2

Day 28: Passionate/Loving sex w/ Winston Zeddemore from Ghostbusters and Abner Krill from The Suicide Squad

*Day 29: Food play w/ Engineer from Team Fortress 2 and a requested character!

Day 30: Lingerie w/ Melone from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Ms. Pauling from Team Fortress 2

*Day 31: Costume sex w/ Selina Kyle (Catwoman) from Batman and a requested character!

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angel-gone-south · 10 months

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Kyle Broflovski/Shy!GN Reader:

Holy Shit, Dude.

let’s start ourselves w a kyle drabble :3

warnings: slur usage, usual cartman behavior except make him fruity too

【☆】★【☆】

“So anyway, I was telling this broad to get her tits out of my face- AY! Are you guys even listening?!” Cartman glared at the three others with him, all on their phones or staring into space.

“No, fatass, we stopped listening about ten minutes ago.” Kyle rolled his eyes. Nothing new ever happened in the Colorado mountains, much less in South Park. True, a wacky adventure was usually around the corner, but as high schoolers now, the four friends pursued them less and less.

“Goddammit!” Cartman stomped his feet and huffed, before turning his head to talk to Kenny (the only one not on his phone), when he ended up staring straight past.

“…Guys, who the hell is that?”

Kyle, Stan, and Kenny snapped their heads to Cartman… then to the new kid. You were by far the shortest out of them, and you had black earbuds in your ears. Your head, covered in (color) hair bobbed with the music gently.

Kenny tapped you on the shoulder gently, and big doe eyes glanced up at the other boys.

“Can I… help you?” Your voice was meek, as if you were no bigger than a chihuahua or giant rat. You cursed yourself for sounding so pathetic.

Kyle stared into your (color) eyes, taken aback by the innocence within them: South Park was a place that would end up ruining that.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Eric, as per usual, went the aggressive route. He was silly about it. “What makes you think you can fucking stand here, fag?” The smirk on his face told Kyle he enjoyed your wince.

“…I’m just waiting for the bus…” You sniffed slightly and Kyle couldn’t tell if it were from the cold or the comment. You hated confrontation, so you began to back up and shuffle away.

“Leave them alone, dumptruck.” Kyle had hit him hard on the head. “It’s okay, this is a public bus stop, don’t let him scare you off.” He gave the smaller a smile.

“Oh, okay! That’s good…” You started to wring your hands.

“I’m Kyle, and these are my friends Kenny and Stan.” He pointed as he introduced them. “That’s Cartman, he’s… here.”

“AY!”

You chuckled. It sounded like wedding bells to Kyle. He stared until Cartman snapped his painted nails in front of his face.

“Bus's here. Fag.”

He was in deep shit, if you stuck around.

【☆】★【☆】

WAAA pls let me know how i did!!!!

#south park x y/n #kyle broflovski #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #south park #south park gay #kyle brovlofski x reader #kyle brovlofski x gn! reader #south park x gn! reader #south park x you #south park kyle #kyle brovlofski x you #sp kyle #sp kyle broflovski #sp fanfiction #➳ Mail’s In!♡

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silkfyre · 11 months

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W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

HIGHLIGHTED names are my personal favorite characters.

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Polyamory

OTHER

Fancasts

Writing Tips

Script Creation

Character Building

CHARACTERS

HORROR

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

Ryan Erzahler

Travis Hackett

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael

Paul

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Halloween

Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews

Misty Quigley

Natalie Scatorccio

Shauna Sadecki

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

SCI-FI

The Boys

A-Train

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

Kimiko Miyashiro

Mother's Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

Detroit: Become Human

Chloe

Connor

Gavin Reed

Hank Anderson

Josh

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Ralph

Rk600 (Sixty)

Rk900 (Nines)

Simon

Fallout

Fallout 4

Deacon

John Hancock

Nick Valentine

Paladin Danse

Piper Shaw

Preston Garvey

Robert MacCready

Fallout (series)

Aspirant Dane

Chet

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Knight Maximus

Lucy MacLean

Norm MacLean

Alien vs Predator

coming soon!

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Eugene Porter

James Cameron’s Avatar

Eetu

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

Miles "Spider" Socorro

Miles Quaritch

Nor

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

SUPERNATURAL

TVD Verse

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Elijah Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Kol Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

FANTASY

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunín

Dammon

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Karlach Cliffgate

Lae’zel

Raphael

Rolan

Shadowheart

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

REALISM

Red Dead Redemption II

Albert Mason

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Dutch Van Der Linde

Flaco Hernández

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Kieran Duffy

Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

König

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Outer Banks

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some things on these lists that are debatable. If they are something I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Pennywise

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gloriouskingofwands · 3 years

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 years

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Fic Masterlist

Prompts List

requests are open!

*=smut (i will not write smut about minors)

all lowercase titles w/o character at end = blurb

Event Winners

Under The Mistletoe - Peter Maximoff by @raincoffeeandfandoms

Music

Music Masterlist

It (2017&2019)

Turth or Dare - Bill Denbrough

Into The Deadlights - Mike Hanlon

What Is This Feeling? - Stan Uris

happier - Bill Denbrough

Stranger Things

I Like Girls - Max Mayfield

Starcourt - Mike Wheeler

Shut Up and Kiss Me - Max Mayfield

Confession - Lucas Sinclair

Dating Robin Buckley Would Include

Please Don’t Cry - Nancy Wheeler

I Always Will - Eddie Munson

Fall In Love With A Girl - Robin Buckley

All Too Well - Eddie Munson

Migraine - Robin Buckley x Reader (Platonic) and Eddie Munson x Reader (Romantic)

Strawberry Blonde - Chrissy Cunningham

The 100

I Don’t Care If You Hurt Me*- Octavia Blake

Come With Me - Jasper Jordan

Not Alone Anymore - Madi Griffin

I Am Not Okay With This

drivers license- Dina

Bloody Kisses - Syd Novak

High and In Love - Syd Novak

American Horror Story

I’m Still Here - Tate Langdon

My Little Angel - James March

NSFW Alphabet*

You Belong To Me* - Kai Anderson

The Evans See Your SH Scars

How The Evans Would React If They Walked In On You Changing*

The Evans See You Having A Wet Dream About Them*

You’re Mine Now* - Kai Anderson

You’re A Murderer - James March

Being Iris’s Daughter and Dating James

Dream Come True* - Tate Langdon

The Evans With A Photographer Boyfriend

Make You Feel Beautiful* - Kyle Spencer

Stressed* - Kyle Spencer

The Evans See You Masturbating*

Messiah - Kai Anderson

Ignored - Jimmy Darling

Telekinesis- Madison Montgomery

Let Me Cheer You Up* - Kit Walker

The Evans See You Do The Wap*

Beautiful* // James March

Don’t Tell A Soul - Brooke Thompson

I Can’t Keep Living Like This - Kai Anderson

deja vu - Tate Langdon

The Evans Help You Through A Panic Attack

Pumped Up Kicks - Tate Langdon

I’m Not Going Anywhere - Brooke Thompson

Ouija Board - Tate Langdon

You Flinch During An Argument

First Aid - Winter Anderson

Tate Langdon With A Nonbinary SO

Jimmy Darling With A Nonbinary SO

Dating The Emmas Would Include

Drunk - Mallory

Fireflies - Jimmy Darling

I’ll Always Love You - Tate Langdon

Forever - Tate Langdon x Reader x Violet Harmon

Not So Secret Crush - Madison Montgomery

Insomniac - Tate Langdon

Julie and the Phantoms

I Will Always Be There For You - Carrie Wilson

Tell Me Everything- Alex Mercer

Butterfly Girl - Julie Molina

I’m Sorry - Reggie Peters

X-Men

Flower - Peter Maximoff

Flower Pt.2 - Peter Maximoff

Flower Pt.3 - Peter Maximoff

Picture Perfect - Kurt Wagner

Find Our Way Back Home Masterlist

Kandi Crush - Peter Maximoff

Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children

Love Me Or Love Me Not? - Enoch O’Conner

Timeless

Lost In Time - Jiya Marri

Voyagers

Reader Finding Out Zac Died

Dating Zac Headcannons

Every Witch Way

You’re A Witch - Emma Alonso

Victorious

Dating Cat Valentine Would Include

Disney

I’m Not That Far Away - Nini Salazar-Roberts

You’re The Only One I Love - Nini Salazar-Roberts

New Student - Willa Lykensen

Criminal Minds

Forever Be My Always - Spencer Reid

I Talk To The Sky- Spencer Reid

Whenever You Need Me, I Promise I’ll Be There - Spencer Reid

Scream (Movies)

Movie Night - Jill Roberts

He’s Mine - Charlie Walker

favorite crime - Ethan Landry

In My Room - Ethan Landry

Love Is Blind - Amber Freeman

More Than This* - Chad Meeks Martin x Reader x Ethan Landry

Alive* - Chad Meeks Martin x Reader x Ethan Landry

No Control* - Chad Meeks Martin x Reader x Ethan Landry

ethan w/ a praise kink*

discovering your bf chad is a sub*

being caught masturbating by poly!ghostface*

making virgin!ethan cum in his pants*

ghostface!ethan trying to push you away

The Darkest Minds

Two Birds - Clancy Gray

Yellowjackets

I'll Keep You Safe - Shauna Shipman

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dpsmusical · 4 years

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hey!! i just found this blog and it fills me w joy! idk if you've done something like this before, but what's your dreamcast for the dps musical if (when) it goes to broadway?

hi, thanks for the ask! i’m glad you enjoy our blog :D

if it ever goes to broadway/west end/anywhere, we’d like to discover new talents so up-and-coming musical theatre actors and actresses get a chance to be on broadway. we’d also like to give bipoc actors more opportunities, so there will be diversity in body type, race and other aspects (instead of the cast just being white and fit).

all those logistics for the future aside, here is our dreamcast. speaking on behalf of myself (oriana), i haven’t put much thought into a dreamcast before. thanks for giving me the opportunity to do so!

mr keating: brian d’arcy james

neil: isaac powell

todd: jordan fisher

charlie: ryan mccartan

knox: kyle selig

cameron: joshua colley

meeks: ben cook

pitts: jelani alladin

chris: hailey kilgore

chet: jason gotay

ginny (a new-ish character): eva noblezada

this was actually super difficult hahahaha

#dpsmusical #dpsmanswers

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serf03 · 4 years

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set your music on shuffle and write down the songs you get for each of the 13 scenes!

tagged by @cardboardacid :3

(for the record this is my old playlist and some of these songs are shit don’t judge me lol)

title song: party girl - asher roth + meek mill

waking up: veruca salt - kimberly nichole

falling in love: transparency - good boy

first date: flagpole sitta - harvey danger (...interesting)

fight: symptoms of decay - siberian tusk

tragic death: really? yeah! - KYLE (NOOOO THIS DOESN’T WORK AT ALL)

mental breakdown: runaway - A. W.

serious monologue: 1080p - sammus

flashback: dear jealousy - MIKA

driving: icky thump - the white stripes

kiss scene: i always knew - the vaccines

party scene: heaven can wait - sia + diplo + labrinth + LSD

ending song: mama - EXO-K (this is like the only k-pop song i’ve ever listened to lmao this is gonna be a weird show)

i’m tagging: @yumenikke , @the-alpha-raccoon , @blu-purpl3-indig0

#with the exception of tragic death mental breakdown and the ending song #these fit pretty well honestly

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catastrophicur · 4 years

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"You... live here?" Myles' brows raised as he surveyed Jude's living space for the first time. "It's nice. But I don't think that says much when I've been living in the training dorms for the last 6 months." ((Myles low key like bitch u live like this but the place is immaculate save for the hundreds of kitty girl posters sdfjns))

“ Sometimes, “ Jude mutters, meek, feeling all too embarrassed by the state of his hovel home on base as he fusses about, trying to better tidy things when... there’s not much to tidy so much as random metalhead and anime paraphernalia at every turn that he can’t possibly tear from the walls and hide away now, with Myles already invited over for the dinner he had laboriously prepared. “ I was a teenager the last time I was really settled in here, haven’t updated anything in a w h i l e. “ Not that much if anything about his tastes had changed in the last decade, but he flashes a smile before biting his lip closed and motioning Myles past the entrance hallway into the living space: there’s a leather couch in acceptable condition, though one arm of it looks to be sinking in and there’s very obvious cracks in the glass table in front of it. A recliner that matches the sofa has a leopard print throw folded and hanging over the back of it, and along almost every wall there are framed posters or varying mediums: from pinup animal-ear girls to bands to actual works of art. There’s no overarching theme beyond ‘Jude like.’

With the living space to their right, the kitchen and dining area are to their left: not there’s much to the latter but a small square table and two dark wooden chairs, their seat cushions again an animal print: this time time faux tiger stripe. A half wall full of counters and appliances divides the kitchen from the living room, and sure enough there’s pots on the stove and the light on in the oven as things boil and bake. “ ...everything should be edible, I’ve been taking lessons for, uh... a while now, actually. “ He pulls out one of the chairs for Myles to take a seat and gives his temple a kiss before making his way back over to the stove, teeth worrying the inside of his cheek as he mulls over an idea. “ My handler before you... he used to live in the suite downstairs. Maybe we can get see about getting that arranged, get you some space seeing as you’re just about my handler now. In everything but official title, and I think that’s just Thomas dragging ass. “ Or someone else up on the ladder holding them up, but laying blame for every little inconvenience on their aging commander was habit.

Plates are about the most normal, plain thing in his apartment: simple white porcelain, though they are square. Jude takes two from a cabinet and begins to plate the meal he prepared for the two of them this evening: smothered porkchops, twice-baked potatoes, and roasted broccoli smothered in cheese or else Jude couldn’t convince himself to eat it. “ It’s not fancy, sorry. I stuck with something I’ve made a couple times before to make sure I didn’t screw up my first time serving you my food. It’s been really hard to hide this from you until I was ready to show off. “ Meals and necessary cutlery are set on the table, Jude making one more trip to grab salt and pepper and rid himself of his half-apron before sitting down across from Myles with a proud grin. “ I know you’re not the jealous type, but does that change even a little bit if I told you Kyle’s been my recipe guinea pig? “

@hhemeraa!

#( messages. )#hhemeraa-a

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elena-reina · 5 years

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Words Hurt - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Draco and reader are together and she has a stammering problem and loves to talks a lot . Then she stops talking for a while cause she heard others talking about her behind her back. - Anon

Warnings: lil cursing, fluff

A/N: I’m going to stop doing the Y/N=Your name and etc since it’s pretty self explanatory- unless it’s something new like Y/E/C= Your eye color and so on.

If you guys would like to be added to my tag list for Draco Malfoy, send me a message.

Masterlist in bio!

Y/H/H = Your Hogwarts House

You just wanted this day to be over. Nothing was going right. Firstly, your alarm didn’t go off in the morning, so you skip the whole breakfast. Then you couldn’t find any of your books or schoolwork, making you late to your Transfigurations class with McGonagall. She ended up giving you a detention for being late, even when you tried explaining to her your situation.

After Transfigurations you went to went dashing to Potions with Snape and paired with Pansy who purposely messed up the potion. She added an extra ingredient causing the whole potion to explode, making Snape take point away from Y/H/H.

“H-Huh? That’s n-not even fair!” you protested, as Pansy was snickering next to you.

Snape, unamused, turned and looked at you with a blank face.

“Detention for defiant behavior, Miss Y/L/N,” He turned back around and went back to walking around the class.

“What?” you mumbled, throwing yourself back into your seat, upset. You angrily looked at Pansy as she smirked, content with how everything turned out. It wasn’t even fair since you didn’t do anything, but there’s nothing you can say to make things better.

Lunch finally came around, however that you you forgot to write your paper for your Muggle Studies class, so you had to spend your entire lunch time outside writing your paper, isolated by everyone else, so you could focus. The stress spread through your mind like ink on paper. Taking in a deep, ragged breath you began to write. Your stomach was protesting the whole time, considering you didn’t have anything to eat.

While you were writing, Draco just so happened to be passing by while on his way to Quidditch practice. He walked towards you and stood in front of you, waiting for you to acknowledge him. Noticing his shoes, your eyes trailed up his figure and stopped on his silver eyes.

Curious, Draco spoke. “What’re you doing out here all by yourself?”

You huffed and held up your paper, with tired eyes. He let out a small chuckle and took the paper from you.

“Draco, h-hey!” you gasped, “Give it back!” You stood up, now facing him face to face.

“Hm,” he hummed, thinking about it. He outstretched his arm above his head, holding the paper above you. But he knew damn well you couldn’t reach it since you were smaller than him. “Give me a kiss.”

You smirked, and stood on your tip toes, grabbing onto his shirt for support. You pressed your lips to his plump ones as his hand smoothly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. His warmth was pressed into your lips, but slowly your whole body was engulfed in the warmth of his lips. Pulling away, you put your hands on your hip and cocked your head.

“Can I have my paper now?” you smiled.

“Come to my practice?” he asked, handing you back your paper. You nodded as he linked his hand with yours and pulled you along.

At the Quidditch field, you sat on the sidelines watching your boyfriend practice. Every time he did well, he would look in your to see if you were watching and as always, you were there cheering him up. You were his biggest fan and you made sure to show it.

During a water break, his entire team were around you as Draco sat next to you. Everyone was in light conversation, making the atmosphere feel comfortable.

“How was your day, Y/N?” Eli, Draco’s teammate asked.

You groaned. “Don’t even get me s-started,” you huffed, “T-To start things off, I w-woke up late! And then I was late to my cl-classes and then I got t-two detentions! TWO!”

“Wait a minute, you got two detentions?” Draco asked surprised, “You never told me.”

“Yeah! And to make everything w-worse, I haven’t eaten all d-day!”

Some of his team members were laughing, while others were rolling their eyes. There were definitely some of them who did not like you, but you never really paid attention to them.

“I think your girl is trying to hint at something, Malfoy,” Kyle, another one of his teammates, joked throwing a pebble at him.

He smirked, patting your knee. “I know, I’m gonna have to feed her later.”

You nodded, happily leaning your head on his shoulder.

“What about that, what’re you writing?” someone else spoke up, sparking more conversation. They knew how much you loved conversing with others, and always tried to keep the conversation going. You were thankful for them, and grateful that they understood that you had a stammering problem.

In the beginning of your relationship with Draco you were worried that he was going to get annoyed with you, but he made it very clear that it did not bother him. He knew that you couldn’t control it and made you feel loved. You were comfortable being yourself around him and loved him for that.

But of course, there were still those who hated you. Whether it’d be because you were different than then, or more commonly because you were dating Draco.

Soon enough, Draco’s practice was over, but he had to go collect something he left across the field. Understanding, you waiting with your things in your hand, waiting for him to return. While waiting, you overheard some of his teammates talking, not noticing you.

“Ugh, does she ever shut the fuck up? I can’t stand listening to her talk. Why does she talk like a damn pig, just talk correctly!” one complained.

“I know, h-h-how about we n-not talk like a ch-child!” another teased, mocking your speech impediment, in response. They laughed and continued walking to wherever they were going.

You stood there frozen from embarrassment. You knew they didn’t like you, but you didn’t think they would be that vocal about it.

‘I shouldn’t have spoken in the first place,’ you thought to yourself.

Embarrassment fell like a weapon of the Gods, fickle as they are. It was a torment for the meek, the ones not bold enough to be immune. The strong kids just toughed it out, not laughing with the crowd but looking nonchalant, superior despite their mishap. However, you weren’t as strong as them.

Words hurt.

Draco quickly caught up to you, and entwined his fingers into yours, swinging your arms back and forth happily.

“What would my beautiful girl like to eat?” he asked, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

You shrugged and shook your head, not wanting to speak.

“You don’t know what you want to eat?” he asked.

You shook your head again. All you wanted to do was go to your room, curl up in a ball, and go to sleep.

“What do you want. I know you’re hungry, you’re always hungry,” he grinned, trying to get a laugh out of you. But of course since you weren’t in a happy mood, you didn’t show any sign of optimism. He noticed your change in mood and became suspicious.

“Y/N, why are you ignoring me?” he pressed, stopping and stepped in front of you to get a clear answer out of you. You avoided eye contact, afraid that you might break down in front of him.

“I’m tired,” you mumbled. He nodded, unconvinced, and walked you to your room.

Walking to the Y/H/H common room, he walked you to your room. You opened the door and turned to face Draco. You forced a weak smile on your lips and stood on your tip toes. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned to close the door, but he put his foot in the way before you could close it.

“I’m going to bring you some food from the Great Hall so you can eat, okay?” he stated. Dinner time was barely starting, so there was going to be plenty of food.

You nodded as he removed his foot, giving one more glance towards you and walked away. You lightly closed your door, changing into your pajamas and crawled into your bed, sighing. Your back was to the door as you stared, blankly ahead.

You knew you couldn’t sleep. You just wanted to be alone, wallowing in your depression. Depression is the unseen, unheard, silent killer. It's the pain that's too much to cope with, too hard to deal with and so misunderstood. You can't escape it no matter how hard you try, because it follows you around like a black shadow that's on the inside, eating you.

Tears would well up in your eyes, stinging, but you would wipe them away.

Soon enough, there was a light knock on your door. You heard the clicking of it opening and silently closing. Soft footsteps came closer to your bed as the sound of a plate was being placed down the table next to your bed.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Draco asked, climbing into your bed to cuddle with you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. He rested his chin in the crook of your neck, pressing a lingering kiss on your exposed shoulder.

“Nothing,” you whispered, barely audible.

“Babe,” he tried again, “Look at me.”

He lightly turned you over on your back so you were facing him. You looked at him with sad eyes. He lightly caressed your cheek, gazing into your eyes. Just the notion alone made tears well up in your eyes.

“Please tell me what’s wrong, I don’t like you feeling this way,” he frowned. When you were sad, it made him sad. He never wants you to feel this way.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, sniffing, and wiped away the tears that threatened to spill over.

“Some people w-were making fun of m-my stam-stammering problem,” you sniffled. A pang of anger flashed through Draco immediately.

“Who.”

“Draco, it doesn’t matter-”

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice dangerously low.

You sighed, turning your head to look to the side, but he turned your face back to his. You knew he meant well, but adding oil to the fire wasn’t going to make it any better.

“I don’t know, Draco. Ju-Just some guys on your team,” you frowned. He sat up, ready to confront them, but you grabbed onto his arm.

“Stop, just lay with me. Please?” you begged. He huffed angrily through his nose and looked at you with an annoyed face.

“I’ll stay with you, but don’t think I’m going to let this go,” he glared, “I’m gonna have a little chat with the team first thing tomorrow.”

You nodded, knowing there was no way you were going to stop him. He laid back down, pulling you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, with your arm sprawled out on his stomach. He drew circles on your arm with his fingers.

“But listen to me, baby. Don’t let what they say get to you. They wouldn’t understand what you’re going through, so what’s it matter what they think,” he began.

“Yeah.”

“I’m serious. You’re an amazing person. An absolute beauty to graze this Earth. I’m blessed that I get to call you mine. No one else’s opinion matters other than what you think of yourself,” he finished, “Next time something like this happens, please do tell me.”

A small smile formed across your face. You gazed up at him as he looked down on you. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his and he kissed you back.

“I love you,” you smiled, resting your head back on his chest.

“I love you too, baby. Always,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

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"CENTER AND GROUND" T-SHIRT DESIGN

By: Sacred Space Studios

Center yourself into this awesome original abstract meditation graphic tee. The image depicts a person in lotus position, settling their inner mojo, their chi.

It's the spiritual equivalent of the millennial phrase, "feeling yourself".

In order to conduct a magickal operation effectively there are a few preliminary rites that need to be completed each time, the most important of these is to center and ground.

Centering is like pulling together your energy, taking in any straggling chi. Grounding is connecting yourself to the energy of the Earth, to stabilize your mojo. Doing this prevents psychic burn out, and protects you from taking on unwanted toxic energy.

Magick is a very fascinating and rewarding disciple, but as with anything else in life, there are risks and precautions that must be met to keep you and others from harm. While simple spellcraft isn't likely to harm you, you should still take the time to cover the preliminary rites and all psychic hygiene before and after a magickal operation.

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Pulling from my experience as an occultist, and my many years of practice with varying techniques in "Centering and Grounding", the visual image here is my interpretation of the inner visual experience while undergoing my more favored centering/grounding techniques and methods.

The red colors symbolize the earth energy that is being pulled through the Root Chakra and the outer circle circle that emminates from the figure in the image represents the aura as well as the Monad, which is the spiritual aspect of our beingbtgat is fully connected to our Higher Self, a part of our being that our crown chakra is influenced by.

I hope that others will becone inspired by my interpretation to begin a spiritual practice like "Centering and Grounding" within their everyday lives. It is truly a healing and necessary practice in my own life, one that continues to develop and that has been a significant factor in my overall spiritual practice. Centering and Grounding may be simple compared to some other teachings and practices taught within the magickal communities but it is a foundation to my own spiritual pursuits; One that sustains my health and personal power, so I can continue to experiment, discover, and explore the magickal realms safely and with confidence.

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Why I Love The 7 of Hearts

...I said I would do it. And now that it has officially been one month since his route release, the official banner for spoilers is now lifted! That being said, I’ll put a disclaimer now: I will be talking about key aspects and spoilers from Kyle’s route. Be warned.

Alright, now onto my thesis. Title: Why Kyle Ash Is My Favourite Otome Husband To Date - An Incredibly Biased Review, by Tawny ^w^

Part 1: Before his route

Before we talk about the actual route itself, let me explain to you guys why this man already had my heart before even getting to date him. I’ll be honest; when the game first came out, he was already in my top 3 but he was not the best boi (that went to Fenrir and stayed like that for a bit). That is, until I played through Lancelot’s route. Being able to get more interactions with Kyle gave me more insight into the kind of person he is, and I honestly liked what I saw. He condemned Lancelot for throwing his life away needlessly without concern for his safety (important note to come back to) and made it clear that his affiliation with the Red Army didn’t mean anything when there are lives on the line (another impotant point to revisit). I honestly respected that about him and sure enough, he snuck his way into top spot and has stayed there since. And if I’m being real, his route has completely solidified that. He ain’t moving. Ever.

Personal Rambling #1

Okay, now comes the fun part hehehe >:3

With the question “did you enjoy Kyle’s route?”, is there an option for “everything” and also “yes yes yes, holy shit yes”? Because, Kyle’s route is a big fat YES out of 10 for me, and I say that as unbiasedly as possible. I noticed that there didn’t seem to be any dev notes released before Kyle’s route dropped (my poor boi getting shafted :c), so allow me to give you my own variation:

Kyle

Recommended if you like: Yukimura (brusque yet sweet, kind of an idiot but means well) and Mitsunari (oblivious genius)

Sexy…7

Drama…7

Romance…9

Dev Notes: For a man so smart, he’s awfully clueless when it comes to you. This weirdly approachable doctor may lack tact, but that doesn’t stop the blood pressures rising and the hearts racing - both yours and his. Get ready for an angst road bump at part 20 (as well as his Dramatic Ending), but rest assured that the doctor is here to see you now.

When I say he’s a combo of Yuki and Mitsunari, I’m not kidding. He’s basically Yuki without the full-on tsun tendencies (he has a few, but you could call it more embarrassment and awkwardness compared to being a tsundere) and then a touch of Mitsunari’s infuriating obliviousness and bam, you got Kyle!

I won’t give a synopsis of the route, since you’ve all likely read it or know most of the story (why on earth are you reading this far in otherwise?) so allow me to share with you, my personal favourite chapters/parts of his route!

Chapter 7 - the first (and definitely not last) instance of a blushing Kyle in his natural habitat. Bonus for glasses uwu

Chapter 14 - the introduction of Goo, the new best pet in Cradle (sorry Chutney). Legit, I recorded that entire section where Kyle and MC are naming Goo and I was just squeeing like a deranged lunatic because I loved it so much like bdjxbgdkfnxfkd

Chapter 24 (His POV) - DRUNK KYLE POV. Of course, he’s still cognitive to have proper thoughts, it wasn’t Masamune levels of drunkenness. But...jealous Kyle. That right there is a rarity but WOW, it’s a treat ;3

Towards the end of the route when MC finds Kyle’s confession written on his freaking hand (Kyle you doof) and just...him burying his amused smile into the crook of his elbow when she says she likes someone…..HNNNNNGGGGGGG yes

Part 2: Character Development

This man has such strong convictions to his profession that it’s honestly admirable. He may only have one pillar to stand on, but that pillar is strong and immovable. I’m of course talking about this line: “I absolutely despise people who are ready to throw away their lives”. Sound familiar at all? Remind you of...a certain Red King? Honestly though, this commitment to his work as a doctor when he seems to do nothing else except drink himself into a stupor most nights (if not every night) is awe-inspiring, and I’m not the only one who thinks so.

The MC in Kyle’s route is my new favourite. I love how the romance she develops for Kyle starts off as simple admiration, just her wanting to follow in his footsteps and prove useful to people without provoking the war occurring around her. She’s grounded and has a clear purpose, which is refreshing compared to other iterations of her being more meek and more better categorised as a “damsel in distress”. Don’t get me wrong, I”m not criticising those types of MCs. It’s just nice to see a driven MC with a clear goal and a motive for why she wants to do the things she does, enough for her to stay longer than the allotted month (something NONE OF THE OTHER ROUTES DO, HELL YEAH KYLE!). She actively chose to stay in Cradle - even when her ticket home was right in front of her - because she wanted to help Kyle save lives. It’s refreshing. And it makes for some great interactions between her and Kyle, especially later in the route when they’re more comfortable with each other. Which leads me onto my next point…

It felt like a real relationship. The slow growth and blooming of feelings, the cute interactions they’d share (every time Kyle stroked her hair or bopped her on the head, my heart exploded into confetti), and how awkward they both were with each other. God, if you guys could have seen me reading his route with my dumb dopey grin and squeaking like a lovesick children’s toy every 10 seconds...I was a mess gielkdsnglkd.

I love how they let us see into Kyle’s world. It may be a simple outlook on life, but you can’t fault the man. His strong conviction to save as many lives as he can because he feels it’s what he was made to do, and his importance on smiling and presenting a calm, friendly image of himself as he treats his patients (remember the line “People are like mirrors.”. It’s important.). He’s a very “my pace” kind of person, and it was fun to just kind of...relax a bit. Sure, war preparations were happening but wait one moment, please. I need to educate Jonah on what is needed for a balanced nutritious breakfast. It was refreshing to see a route that was surprisingly chill for most of it until the ending crescendo, and I welcomed it.

Alright….angst time. All of the little hints we were getting, like his role of the 7 of Hearts not being “set in stone”, had me squinting at the screen like “boi, what you hiding?”. When we got to drinking with Kyle, Oliver and Blanc and the conversation of Kyle having a brother came up, I was like “....oh. This is gonna be baaad.”. And this wasn’t even including Colin (because when a character gets named, you know they’re important.). But…..Chapter 20. It actually came out of left field, sucker-punched me in the kidney, cracked my heart and left me crying as I’m just reading this whole thing unfolding. Colin’s heartbroken cries, Kyle’s unmoving unresponsive form as he lets Colin punch him, the symbolism and connection of both Kyle and Colin having lost an older brother because of the war. I’m….. ;~; aaaaaa. And then in the Avatar Challenge following the angst, MC throws the “people are like mirrors” line back at him to get him to break down a bit, to let some emotion out, and I was just a blubbering mess at this point. The route is generous enough to give you a floof and mild spice break, but then if you choose the Dramatic Ending…..you…..you visit...his brother’s grave...and the waterworks begin again.

Continuing on from the point above, this means Kyle also has connections with The Day That Went Dark, along with Fenrir and more importantly, Ray. From the way it was described in Kyle’s route, he himself doesn’t know for certain if Ray used magic or not. He only knows that Ray was there when shit went down. So even after his brother passed from the tragedy, Kyle held no animosity or desire for revenge against Ray; very fitting for his character. This route made me realise just how similar Kyle and Ray are: they’re both very determined in their ways to keep the peace and they both hold strong to their views of freedom and honesty (Ray and Kyle respectively). And you can tell that Kyle doesn’t hold it against Ray for whatever happened on The Day That Went Dark.

I would honestly love to see a scenario of the two of them sitting down together in a room and just awkwardly yet honestly expressing all of their pent-up emotions about that whole ordeal (angst writers, if you’re reading this...only if you want to ofc ^w^).

Personal Rambling #2: Gushing Edition

So those were my structured notes, but now let me indulge you on my messy bullet points that I made throughout reading his route. A lot of these are pointless to character building and things I just thought were cute and needed attention drawn to sooo….ye ^w^

Like the rest of the Red Army, Kyle was born into a family that carries the mantle of 7 of hearts. All of them doctors.

Cute theme of beds??? (his bday story and them sleeping in the same room)

“When he wasn’t talking, he’s actually quite attractive.” (wow, r00d)

His palm notes are work and other things related (and he doesn’t always remember why he wrote it down bgrkdgn)

Not a sweet tooth (dammit Kyle, that’s your only downfall :c)

Easily embarrassed despite his earnest and straightforward mannerisms

Doesn’t dote on MC and teaches her what he can

His importance on smiling and presenting a calm, friendly image of himself as he treats his patients (“People are like mirrors.” - ch 8)

Head pats. Lots of head pats

Awkward sweet love (kill me it’s too adorable)

Edgar’s silent envy yet sweet support of their romance (this boi istg…)

Super proactive MC (she’s my new fave, seriously I love her)

Lots of touching (head pats, forehead bonks), he doesn’t know what personal space is (and I love it)

His pig is the cutest thing in the entire world, I need 20

Really good with kids…...yes.

“I absolutely despise people who are ready to throw away their lives” (incredibly strong convictions - doesn’t have many, but the ones he does have he is incredibly dedicated to)

Stays longer than the allotted month (FUCK YES)

His brother’s death strengthened his convictions to be able to handle being an army doctor (direct and honest, no bs about sacrificing your life etc etc)

The “People are like mirrors” line is tearing my fucking heart apart (makes sense in chapter 20 avatar challenge)

The angst…..his brother...and Colin….I’m rdfkgndkjfnxclk ;-;

His realisation of love….and his confession….lord, IM DROWNING IN UWUS

Saving Amon despite him murdering many innocent people, a big decision that could have changed the tide for the future, but he stuck with his beliefs

MC’s insistence that Kyle doesn’t like her that way, and Kyle’s inability to realise it’s love (help me it’s so fucking cute I’m dying)

Whether intentional or not, he’s good at diverting the attention away from him when he wants it off him (maybe MC just assumes he’s an idiot?? lmao)

So his glasses are for sentimental reasons (but does he need them???) and his alcohol drinking habits are from his father (not a coping mechanism)

Incredibly kind...but not good at showing it (helping MC distract herself by giving her work(?))

MC’s obsession with Kyle’s eyes and collarbone (same sis, SAME) and Kyle’s obsession with her hair (fsekfbksfnjweksdgn kd,nAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

Conclusion

Overall, Kyle’s route is very solid. It may not add much to the overarching lore of Cradle (aside from another victim in The Day That Went Dark), but the route was still adorable, enjoyable and incredibly sweet. I had no moments where I felt bored throughout his route (then again, that’s likely the bias talking) and the balance between cute floof, tear-jerking angst and then hot hot spice (that he FULLY deserves, mind you) came together into a wonderful experience that left my heart full and sad when it all ended.

My final message to you all: Kyle Ash is the sweetest, most adorkable nerd that has ever graced my presence and I hope that even a tiny portion of my love for him rubs off on you, just so you can see how amazing this boi is. Thank you for your time and for listening to my ramblings gesgnsk ^^;;

Bonus: my two favourite screenshots from his route

#ikerev #kyle ash #tawny loves kyle #my kyle thesis #I was ready to post this like a week ago but I held myself off gksehdhgbks #tawny rambles

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comic-is-trying-to-write · 4 years

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The Origin Of The Order [Bonus]

A schoolbell rings out.

The chime of dismissal immediately became overlapped with children’s shouts and exclamations as the signal vociferously clanged out, into the pretty-blue atmosphere. The polished entrances of the schoolhouse were rapidly swinging open, very rarely switching back into its resting, closed state because the students were more than eager to leave the schoolhouse and return back to their homes or carelessly engage in a more enjoyable activity, even if they knew that essentially, the exact alike day would be repeated the next sunrise. Despite that, the seconds were still thoroughly supplied with deafening calls and shouts of the students who were hastening down the several stairs onto the ground, the majority of children paying no mind to the concept of safety by disregarding the railing of the steps, however, that’s more of a nitpick. The slight zephyr enclosed its pretty winds, constantly whirling around the children, a gentle blanket of breeze. Every child was acting visibly rough and eager...well, almost all of them.

Whist all of this roughhousing and enthusiasm was happening, in the background, a more meek boy waited for a bit. He waited until the majority of people left. He waited until they were barely in-view. He waited until they forgot that he existed. He wasn’t really much of a people-person. He didn’t like to talk much. Once the rough crowd cleared up, only then did he begin to take as much as a step out of the schoolhouse, timid as could be. Keeping his eyes to his feet, hands grasped to the humerus portion of his arms, his schoolbooks loosely hugged to his chest, he carefully hopped from one step of the stairs to another, a careful action. He wasn’t really thinking as he made his way to the ground, nothing besides just getting to his home really mattered. He didn’t pay much attention to the environment around him. Fair enough. Everybody already went home. There was nothing to pay much attention to, in the first place. Besides, he was used to it. After all, this was the same routine that he followed every day. Granted, it was only the beginning of the school year. He was about to leave the school proximity. Everything was normal. That is, until an irregular and abrupt shout shifted the still atmosphere.

“HEY!”

Startled, the boy instinctively twisted his head around, a surprised action, only to find a kid, approximately the likewise age as him, blond hair, a longer purple scarf, swiftly strolling up to him, a calm and casual smile plastered onto his face, matching his tone in his voice. The fact that someone seemed to want to voluntarily talk to him, an unusual event, made him spin himself around, startled action. He recognized the kid. Sort of. Although he was more than accepting as to talk to somebody, the blonde was the first one to start a conversation. Well...”conversation...”

“You’re ‘Ivor,’ right?”

“Um...yes!” Ivor wasn’t really used to talking to people, so he was a bit nervous about what to say, his voice evident, “And you’re...” Ivor really had to think before being able to remember what his name was, “Kyle! Right?”

“That’s me,” Kyle confirmed, swifting to the front of Ivor--Ivor, not expecting that, he jerked a step backwards, “Where are your friends?” The blonde asked, stirring a bit closer to Ivor.

Ivor didn’t want to explain that he didn’t really have any, therefore he played a lie, “Oh...they’re somewhere else...”

“Oh, they’re somewhere else...” Kyle mocked before saying something as blunt as could be. This question fell onto Ivor like a million bricks. Like a tsunami just fell directly onto his head. Like someone just smacked him with a heavy book. Like something from a million feet in the air just collapsed onto him. Like an entire building just plummeted onto his head. Like he discovered that the entire school knew all of his secrets. Like he was just abandoned in a near-death situation, “Or do you just not have any?”

“W-what...?”

“Don’t be silly, Ivor...! Why wouldn’t anyone wanna be friends with someone as socially-awkward as you...? Why wouldn’t anyone like your little gay hairstyle...? Why would anyone hate how much of a leech you can be...? So tell me, Ivor...why do people hate someone as likeable as you...?”

The questions really surprised Ivor. C’mon, you try to think of a clever response to that, “I...I...I don’t know...”

“Oh? A bit of a liar?” Kyle laughed, “Well...lemme tell you something...” Ivor’s head momentarily felt like it was violently fractured against a stone barrier before it stung as if alcohol was thrown onto an open wound. It felt like it was smashed with a hammer and then infected. It felt like he was maimed and ultimately died a-week-and-a-half later from starvation. It felt like he was stabbed and left to bleed to his eventual death. It felt like he was hit by a truck and was knocked over a cliff. Ivor hadn’t been through much physical pain in his life. It was an overstatement. All of a sudden, Ivor realized a pressure at the lower part of his neck. Kyle’s hand was gripped against Ivor’s collar, other fist clenched as if he was about to punch him. What was Ivor pressed against though? The wall of the schoolhouse. Without even realizing, Ivor had been backing away in intimidation, ultimately backing to the wall of the school. Kyle raised his fist,

“Lying people piss me off.”

- - -

“Hey!”

The unwanted pressure upon Ivor’s neck reduced slightly as the blonde quickly turned his head, a troubled expression and freehand flinched away in startlement. Busted. The voice that shouted out wasn’t recognizable to Ivor in the slightest. However, despite that, he knew that it sounded to have resembled the type of pitch belonging to another kid, around their ages...? Ivor didn't actually have a prolonged amount of time to think about that, however, for he somehow briskly slipped into a kneeling position, audibly coughing the unforeseen situation out of his lungs. He barely was able to understand that the clutch on his collar was fully released before the same voice that had saved him, reprimanded the blonde, that’s all Ivor distinguished because he didn’t even glance up to get a glimpse at who had saved him from what was presumably going to be, a fight;

“Leave him alone!”

“He did nothing wrong!”

“Get out of here before I report you!”

Kyle was evidently endeavouring to keep up the entire “tough-guy” impersonation, however, that didn’t exactly work because, oh god, the stranger had an aggressive, rather excessively hostile tone of voice. The kid who had recused Ivor didn’t even allow the brown-eyed to obtain as much as a word in the one-sided argument dialogue edge-wise. A few seconds after Ivor continued to finish hacking his lungs out, he looked up and saw the boy who had saved him. His appearance wasn’t familiar either. The blatant rebuking endured for a while, it almost felt as if the things that were said were repeated over and over again, echoing throughout. That or Ivor just couldn’t handle the general idea of shouted at. The argument lasted for a while. That is, until whoever bailed Ivor out ultimately screamed for Kyle to “just go home,” the blonde falling into a hushed state and tongue-tied in the surprise of being abruptly yelled at. After all, why the hell was he even in the area?

“Freak!”

Kyle stomped off after adamantly declaring that but not before aggressively shoving the boy--the boy catching himself an exasperated and exhausted sigh as soon as the blonde was out of the audible proximity. As previously mentioned, Ivor was remaining on the ground though he glanced upwards--Ivor himself didn’t really know why he, himself was remaining to be crouched on earth and dusty terrain. Maybe it was because he was simply endeavouring to catch his breath...maybe he was simply still in shock of the events that just occurred...maybe...maybe...A welcoming hand materialized in front of Ivor. Guess he was supposed to grab it. As Ivor shifts to his feet with the assistant of the stranger, both of their expressions soften from their previous scared and assertive personas.

The unfamiliar asked, “You okay?”

“Yes...” Ivor replies, “Thank you...”

“No problem...I plausibly was a bit extra, wasn’t I?” He asked in a laugh but that soon vanished, “I’ve just...” He swiftly brings a small few of papers out of his inventory, putting them to a position in front of his eyes, holding the documents with both hands, reading them, his expression troubling yet again, “Had some bad news.”

“O-Oh...” Ivor didn’t really know what to say...I mean, what if someone in his family had passed away? Ivor hushed his voice, “What is it?”

“Ah,” The nameless boy smiled in an indescribable way. They appeared like they were sad yet trying to make sure that Ivor wasn’t worried about him--polite. He casually tossed his writings back into his inventory, “Nothing really. My club at this school was just shut down, due to not having enough members.”

“Oh, that’s terrible...”

“It’s alright,” They closed their eyes, the same smile as they reassured that, gradually beginning to walk in a way that prompted Ivor to follow alongside him, “Uh...my name is ‘Soren,’ by the way,” He said with a more genuine smile.

“Oh!” The purple-eyed introduced slightly meekly, “I’m Ivor.”

“Ivor...?” Soren confirmed, “That’s...a nice name...”

- - -

And like that, the boys processed to saunter to distance from the schoolhouse without any interruptions, making it all the way back to their hometown neighbourhood of which they had turned out to share with one another, not knowing that fact beforehand of the aforementioned experience. I mean, they didn’t even acknowledge nor knew that each other had existed, previously. Quite a surprise. As they got to know each other, they turned out to be a bit comparable to, talking, smiling and laughing enough to be qualified to classify them as friends. It was fun. They actually hung-out with one another for the remaining duration of the day; they didn’t reckon that they could have any more of a fun experience. Of course, that was merely their initial, meeting performance. As the clock ticked on, in the long run, they became closer allies. They played more often. They became to have more of a casual relationship. They had a friendship. They rathered to stay nearby to one another whenever possible...because...well, neither of them had anything else to do. Fortunately, they had each other, at least. They always wanted to stay byside, physically or other. Of course, not all childhood friendships last to adulthood.

#i know that this sucks but hear me out #this is just to emphasize the ending #youll see what i mean when i get there #but dont worry #quite a few chapters are planned #more than minish-mae's #haha #tiny order #origin of the order #order of the kids #mcsm #mcsm ivor #mcsm soren #c0 #bonus chapter

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kylecoopers · 5 years

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don’t you know i’m no good for you? i’ve learned to lose, you can’t afford to.

usually i DON’T post event threads but BC OF THE FACT THAT I THINK THIS HAD A LOT OF GROWTH FOR KYLE and also bc i really don’t wanna lose it, i’m gonna save it. so um ty @scnnydee katie for putting up w/ me all night to write this bc u helped me w/ kyle sm wow

trigger warnings: i’m gonna just urge u to be cautious while reading it as a whole bc of the emotions n stuff but im p sure nobody’s gonna read this shit FDALKSJHG

face illuminated by the burning fire in front of him, kyle sat mainly to himself. a random concoction had been created in the red solo cup he held in his hand, the condensation making his hands cold to the touch. he simply found himself admiring the scene around him, the bodies of people that slowly multiplied as the night burned on. it was something he'd never witnessed, no summer night nostalgia was there to bring him back to anything like this. it was new to him, new memories with new people that would make this a night to remember. his eyes scanned the crowd, locking on a few familiar faces before finally locking eyes with someone, hand waving at them to come over.

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sonny drifted through the crowd, eyes searching, as always, for one face above the rest. when he finally sees him, he can't help but smile, approaching kyle with a gleeful shimmy of his shoulders. "heya handsome, how's your night been so far?"

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kyle lights up as the taller of the two closes the gap between them, arms instinctively wrapping around him. "i thought you weren't gonna be here?" he pulled back, eyes crinkling at the sides. "well, it's definitely better now that you're here. what about you? how's your break been?"

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he doesn't even think twice before engulfing the smaller boy in a bear hug, the affection startlingly natural. it's over too soon, and he finds himself oddly disappointed as kyle pulls away, hands both cupping around his solo cup if only to have something to do. "i mean, i've been sitting in the sun, drinking, and exploring. that's literally my dream life. what's not to love?" he shrugged, eyes never leaving his face. "what about you?"

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the warmth was something he'd missed, face buried in his chest until he assumed it was simply not socially acceptable anymore. "that's good! honestly, i've never been somewhere so warm and comforting and i kinda... like alabama? that's so weird to say" his nose scrunched as a laugh tumbled out of his mouth at the idea of what he just said. "oh, it's been really good," he falters slightly, eyes breaking from his to look anywhere else for the moment.

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If he notices how their lingering embrace, he brushes the thought aside, too drunk to dwell on frivolous thoughts. "No, don't say that! This is the deep South, both you and I are not welcome here." He joked, though the truth lingers beneath his words. "You're right, though, it is warm. And there's something to be said for Southern comfort." As he speaks, he leans against the wall, the distance between him and Kyle never really growing. His eyes study his face, notice the way his smile falters and his eyes shift. "Oh? You're lying. What's wrong."

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he laughed slightly, sighing as he shook his head. "yea, i know. though honestly it's not just the south, it's like... everywhere but california, i think," he shrugged, "plus i mean... i think i'm passing? i don't think people think that i'm... i don't know." he pauses, a sudden curse against the man that clearly can read him like the back of his own hand. "i, um, nah, like it's not that big of a deal," he's not sure if he's telling that to sonny or to himself.

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"Okay, true. But also not a good party topic." He grinned, shooting Kyle a wink as he sipped from his cup. Though not as wild as some Lockwood students, he appreciated the joyous atmosphere of a good party, the collaborative entertainment provided by a group of drunken college kids. He picks up on Kyle's comment with a more sympathetic gaze, a softer smile taking place on his face as he nods. "You're doing great. Don't worry about it." A hand finds his arm again, unable to resist the physical comfort for a few seconds before he lets it fall again. "Okay? But, like, what is it?"

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"i mean, yeah," he laughs again, a sudden blush forming across his face at something as simple as a wink. he looks down, face breaking out in a grin at the butterflies that swarm his stomach before he shakes his head, as if it'll shake the feeling. "i mean, i don't know," he pauses, eyes searching his face before he goes and reaches for his hand, fingers twining together as he quickly tugs him away to the outskirts of the area . as soon as he's found them adequately away from all others, he turns to face sonny, the words stuck in his throat. "i..." something about it feels wrong, as if saying it allowed will alter something he's shaped in his mind. sonny wouldn't care though, he knew that.

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The warmth of his hand is comforting, familiar. He wonders sometimes if their affection transcends the boundaries of friendship, of roommates. Discomfort pushes it away, however, the simple idea of that far too monumental to address ever, let alone at a party. A part of him worries, the look on Kyle's face concerning him even as the music from the party booms, echoing into the empty room they'd wandered into. Sincere eyes search his face, eager to pull the truth from him - he can't help if he doesn't know what's wrong. "What? You can tell me. Please tell me."

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it feels wrong to even say allowed but he powers through it, clearing their throat. "i, um, okay, it's a long story," he can feel himself rambling already. "i... i lost my virginity?" he's meek now, eyes looking away to hide. "i, like, that in itself isn't bad. but i mean, i lost it to flynn and he's avoided me the entire time, and..." he wrings his hands together, fingers shaking. "i'm sure it's just like, oh it was just a hookup and it didn't matter and it shouldn't matter and i know he just hooks up with people and i'm just.. i'm worried it was me?" he looks up, biting his lip. "like, i don't... i don't want him like that. i don't care if it was him, or if it was someone else, or like. i don't know. i just can't get it out of my head that i just..." none of this is making sense, so he trails off.

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The confession stuns him, not at all what he'd been expecting to hear. A few seconds pass where his mind is simply blank, unable to process anything except the thought. Not that he'd thought it would never happen, in fact, he was surprised it'd taken so long. But he'd hoped maybe, secretly, that it would be put off a little longer. He tunes in a little later in Kyle's explanation, eyes blinking back into focus with a small frown. "Damn..." He says, if only to buy himself time to think. A sip of his drink extends the silence further, and he stares off at the water, where a few people have taken to skinny dipping. "Well, look at it this way. It's done. If he's ignoring you that's his loss, bro, y'know? There'll be other....people."

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kyle didn't know what kind of reaction but the sudden silence wasn't it. in fact, it was enough to take his breath away, eyes suddenly pooling with tears as he took a step back. "yea, like, yeah," he laughs it off though it's clear it means more to him than he's letting on, blinking rapidly before forcing out a smile."i mean, yea. definitely." all he can say is yeah, though the silence still was jarring. he crosses his arms, forcing out a laugh before turning his back to sonny. "i mean, honestly i don't know what i expected. but it's fine. there will be others." he almost feels like there won't be, a sudden urge to cocoon himself for the rest of his days. "anyway! sorry, i'm gonna go before i ruin the night anymore." and suddenly, his mood has switched, another laugh leaving his lips as he forces himself to not cry.

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Sonny knows instantly that what he's said is wrong - but he doesn't know how else to console the sadness, only knows positive thinking, optimism, rationalization. It sucks, yeah, but what good was it to dwell? Besides, he can't quite think around the heavy weight in his stomach, can't form genuine sympathy when all he can focus on is the thought of Kyle with Flynn of all people. "I'm sorry, Kyle." A hand reaches out to touch him, hovers above his turned back, then drops again, too hesitant, uncertain. "You're not ruining the night. I'm just trying to get you to see the positive." He recognizes the hitch in Kyle's voice - this isn't the first time he's seen him cry, and there's a strong longing within him to pull him into another hug, to stroke his hair and wipe his tears. But he feels distanced, now, in the wake of this new information, like to do so would be to cross some new invisible barrier. "I'm sorry."

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kyle can't bring himself to say words, another painfully awkward laugh, body trembling slightly as every emotion he felt inside of him dared to pour out. all it too was that last damn sorry, that last break in the silence for him to let out an audible sob, hand immediately clasping to his mouth to try to act as if it did not happen. "y-you don't get it," he finally says, turning back to him to try to face him but it's too painful. he snaps his head away, crossing his arms. "i can't just get over things like you do, i can't possibly ignore these things. they spill out every fucking minute i try. i am trying to keep it down and i'm sorry i can't be stoic but sometimes there is no positive," his voice surprises him, shaky yet strong as he finds another sob threatening to come out. "i'm going, again, i've done enough this week," and with that, he begins to walk off, fingers clasping together as he tries his hardest to glue himself back together emotionally.

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He doesn't know what's wrong with him. He can see Kyle's pain - it's visible in the shake of his shoulders, the contortion of his face as he fights to hold back's tears. And he can hear it in his voice, each shaky word pricking in his chest like a small wound. But he can't do anything about it, doesn't know what to do. His brain only produces platitudes, cheery phrases meant to distract or comfort. He wants to joke, to lighten the mood again - virginity is only a social construct. At least you got laid. Was the sex that bad? But he knows that will only make things worse. And Kyles seems to know this, his words poking exactly at the sore spots Sonny himself is glaringly aware of. And then he's walking away, and Sonny's heart aches, can't possibly let things end like this, so he finds himself stepping after him, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. "Kyle, wait, wait." A hand finds his wrist, tugs pleadingly for him to come back.

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"what?" his words come off as way snappier than he meant, turning to face sonny with narrow eyes that soon softened at just the sight of his face. and with that, he melted, all of the emotions he'd tried so hard to bottle up simply choking out of him. he closed his eyes tightly before simply hiding his face in sonny's chest, a loud inhale as he tried to gasp in hair before more sobs simply left his mouth. his arms were tight around sonny, fingers balling up the fabric of his shirt as he tried to simply clutch to him for dear life - to an extent, he was all he had. his rock, his best friend, his everything, and the thought of that was terrifying. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he murmured, looking up and letting his chin rest again the boy's chest. "i-i, i didn't mean to..." to snap? to act like a child? it was all he did and he wanted to simply hide. "i don't know, i'm sorry."

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His tone hurts, sharp as a knife as it threatens to wound him. He pushes himself past the chilling feeling, however, no question in his mind as he accepts Kyle into his arms. Maybe he didn't know what to say, but he could hug, he could comfort and kiss and heal with physical touch, fuck the consequences. "Shh." He murmured, face now pressed into the top of Kyle's head. He feels his own eyes threatening to spill, overactive tear ducts betraying the extent of his feelings as he squeezes his eyes shut to try and avoid any leakage. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

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it's so much. he doesn't wanna break apart, he wants to cling to him for dear life and hope the ship doesn't sink. another inaudible sob leaves his mouth as he clings to him, throat closing. he can't find the words to make this better, nothing can make this better right now but the other's arms will try to act as a bandaid over his soul. with a few moments of silence, he's finally able to break through again, managing a, "i still have acted like a fucking ass." with that, he feels as if he has to break away, a reluctance as he loses his grip on the other and takes a step away, fingers reaching for his hands for some stability but he pulls back.

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Sonny believes in the power of moments. An environment: the lighting, the music, the context of a conversation, and a few minutes and everything can change. Kyle pulls away, hands clinging to his like a lifeline and he feels himself entering a moment, feels it in his bones the same way he feels Kyle nestled in his heart. All the sadness, all the anger, it dissipates the moment their eyes meet, because all that matters is him, standing in front of him, trusting him. He doesn't think, acts purely on instinct as he jerks forward and kisses him, surprising even himself. Later, he will blame it on the alcohol, the moment, the emotions of the evening. But now, there's no excuse, just a sweet kiss between two best friends and the sound of the ocean crashing into shore.

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it takes him a moment to realize what has happened and as soon as he does, he is startled, pulling back like a deer from the line of the trees. his mouth is wide open, heart heavy as he simply stares at sonny in disbelief before a sudden bravery takes him over. with one swift moment, he's closed the gap again, arms wrapped around his neck as their lips touch again. something about it is scary but exciting, and he closes his eyes tightly in order to keep from the emotions from spilling out. he lingers, emotions daring to spill out again before he pulls away again, eyes wide in realization as to what he just had done. this was a rift in their path, a sudden shift in everything that had been them. "i-i" he starts, catching his breath as he tries to find the words to say, but there are none. what is done is done and now he knows he can't take it back. this is it, this is the end, it's all he can think. there is nothing left and now they are left at the crossroads.

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Fuck. He should be upset. He's fucked everything up, and the realization should come with guilt, anxiety, at the very least, regret. But he can't bring himself to bring anything but pure joy, like things had finally fallen in to place. Kyle had always been the missing piece to him, the jagged edge that fit his own, and now it was out there, tossed into the air for the universe to judge. But there were so many reasons for it not to happen, for it him to step back to his side of the line and pretend it had never happened. "I'm sorry." He offered, uncertain, trying to read the situation in Kyle's face. "I - Maybe we should just go to bed."

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he didn't get it. his head was swarming, fingers clasping together as he simply fought the urge to cry out, to scream. how did this seem so fucked, how did all of this seem so out of place. he didn't though. he stood in front of sonny, eyes big as he forced himself to speak. "yeah." it wasn't bitter, it wasn't full of emotion, it was just that. the word yeah. after all, he couldn't argue. "you know..." i don't want to just end it there? apologizing after a kiss tears my heart apart? i just want to stay? all these thoughts swarmed his mind but nothing came out, mouth dry for a moment. "we can forget it, if you're that sorry for it." he looks back over to him, biting his lip before shaking his head. "you... you don't have to worry. i get it." he simply nodded, changing the subject "we can go to bed though. i think i'm gonna... shower." he nods, beginning to trudge off of the beach without waiting for him.

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This was for the best. This was safer, easier. This was the right thing to do. Maybe if he told himself that enough, he would believe it. Kyle was vulnerable right now, even if there was to be something between them - which he still wasn't convinced of - now wasn't the right time. And yet...He can still feel the kiss pressed against his lips, teeth finding his lower lip in an attempt to mimic the feeling as he feels a piece of him detach again, leaving behind a gaping hole. "Okay." He doesn't know what else to say without crying, and that was the last thing he wanted. "I don't..." Regret it. He didn't regret it. But he can't finish the sentence, instead just casting his eyes downwards. He trails a few steps behind Kyle, dreading the thought of sleeping in the same room as him, so close but separated by an intangible distance. This time, he doesn't make any effort to catch up to him, instead simply watching his figure - then, at the last minute, he decides to stay at the party, not wanting to end the night on such a sour note. If anyone could pretend nothing was wrong, it was Sonny Thompson, king of turning up the watts on his million dollar smile. "Hey - Kyle?" He swallows, the name sounding different, now. "I think I'm going to stay here for a bit longer."

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he felt like a wounded bird, he wasn't sure how he was going to fly after this. the silence was unbearable, hands still clutched together for some sort of stability. his voice breaks through the air and he looks back, and even the simple words are enough to hit him like knives to his throat. hurt registers on his face but it's all he can offer, no more tears can be found in his eyes as he simply stares in silence. he didn't want him to go, was it all really that bad? he clenched his jaw, the words he wishes to breathe staying stuck in his throat. this would never be the same truly, and all he could think was that it was his fault. the only underlining factor in all of this, in flynn, in his family, in sonny, it was him. he felt his stomach drop at this realization and simple forced out a smile to sonny, nodding. "yeah. i would expect nothing different." it was so hard to say it, so hard to feel it but he felt as if he should go. "i hope your night is good." it's so hard to say, it's like choking on roses that he dared to plant in his gut, like everything was slipping. but, he smiled, turned around, and walked away.

#( && call me friend but keep me closer. - ft. sonny ! )#water:event003 #maybe idk #save #( * sonny ! )

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here i am to introduce EIGHT characters that i actually thought i had already introduced lmao set me on fire !! but yay, take a look under the cut! ofc eventually proper bios will hit my pages and their tasks will expand much more on my children! as always, pinterests and songs are linked if u wanna go a lil deeper

just kidding i drafted that when i was aCTUALLY gonna do 8 but thankfully tea says she won’t accept me until i post 2 intros so yOU SHALL RECEIVE 2 RN and 8 later <33333 gotta keep y’all on your toes heh also i wrote niall’s in my journal on the plane so like... it’s not great (literally just bullets of sentence fragments) but wtvr that’s what bios are for amirite

NIALL O'DONOGHUE looks an awful lot like TARON EGERTON. HE is TWENTY-EIGHT and while they're ASTUTE, they have a tendency to get pretty ARDUOUS. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to DON'T WANNA FALL IN LOVE by KYLE (ok his pinterest is incredibly unfinished look away)

v conflicting mix of soft and hard

king of suppressing his lowkey intense feelings

kinda awkward around others due to the fact that he spent his entire life reading, writing, and studying –– he rarely interacted with other people as a kid and this mostly continued into his adult life

sweet soft boi has a double masters in medieval and renaissance studies and french and romance philology; he’s working on his phd rn while interviewing to become an assistant professor at kola university

grew up w a single mom (never knew dad) and had no siblings so his childhood was even lonelier :////

so like mad libs = his bff :’(

well mad libs and the shoulder flashlight he invented for late night reading (shoutout to amy santiago)

v soft and passionate heart

loves intellectual discussions like my boi has v strong gemini/virgo/mercury influences –– and a libra (or taurus i haven’t decided yet) venus so waTCH OUT

takes friendship v seriously (love u grant <333 @mcnuggcts )

buttt he can be a giant asshole sorry i don’t make the rules

v organized and particular

and scared of getting close to people bc he’s so used to being alone ugh my son!!

but once you get in there you’ll see he’s a good guy like rlly is he just has a bad temper sometimes and can barely express any emotion but anger half the time :///

ISLA VARGA looks an awful lot like ALEXIS REN. SHE is TWENTY-TWO and while they're SAGACIOUS, they have a tendency to get pretty MACABRE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to COOL GIRL by TOVE LO.

so i’ve played isla before n i’m v sorry to do this but i feel hella lazy so i’m sORRY but here comes a fucking huge wall of text don’t look at me and don’t feel like u have to read it ://// all the triggers i tagged apply to her; she’s p dark so seriously do not read it if you think she will make you uncomfortable!!

to preface, isla is like the embodiment of all of the seven deadly sins, and i molded her a lot after amy dunne (scary, i know) and april ludgate (mostly amy tho april is just deadpan like she is –– when she’s being herself, that is), as she is an incredible pococurante yet perfectionist who borders on sociopathy

soooo this will make sense later but her real name is actually brigid (father’s surname idk) which she now uses as her middle name

so isla’s dad is a fucking rockstar !!! badass right. she’s half-siblings with hadley ( @ofadorations ) and colby ( @shtbgs ) but she actually never met her mom, something she’s not too pressed about

bc she was cute as a button, family friends decided to get her into the entertainment business as a child star almost as soon as she could walk –– she did it all, acted, modeled, danced, sang, she was literally hollywood’s little starlet and she hated every minute of it. the entertainment business loved who they created, but that girl was never her and it weighed deeply on her psyche.

when she was twelve, she decided to fake her own disappearance because she was fed up with everything –– she cut her hair to her ears, dyed it brown (and has continued to do so ever since) and sneaked her way to nyc hoping no one would recognize her

well someone did, and they happened to be a member of ruthless and organized mobs of the city –– in return for keeping her concealed, she pledged her devotion and became one of their most skilled and lethal honeytraps in the business (WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE BC THEY MADE HER START YOUNG I AM SO SORRY FOR WRITING THIS IT JUST PLAYS HEAVILY INTO HER CHARACTER)

along the way, members inevitably died –– people she was sworn to care for –– many times before her eyes as well, which only lead her to realize she enjoyed witnessing all sorts of death, even those of people she was supposed to “love”. emotion was almost nonexistent in isla’s childhood, a trait that bled into her character development.

she began to idolize the gang and its power, something she now craved. still, isla was doing a great job of portraying herself to those around her as a rosy, meek, baby-doll, when in actuality she was a child full of hate who would soon blossom into a young adult of the same tone. she became even more obsessed with death, fantasizing about it as if her unusual thoughts would make her less afraid when it came for her.

eventually, as she grew older, she was accepted into the higher ranks of the mob; this couldn’t have made isla more content. the macabre girl was honored that someone else noticed her genius, the way she could predict things, assess situations, manipulate people to do her bidding. it was only right that she was initiated into a society that praised her for such harshness

but, as all things do, her time in the gang ended after ten years and isla did what she does best: disappeared. she’s relocated back close to home, kola california, and it’s only a matter of time before people and the industry realize just who she is

if she’s acting like her true self, she behaves like a negative, eldritch layabout who likes to watch others suffer (sounds extreme, i know). however, she rarely lets anyone see the real her, and instead accepts various facades in a big game –– the darkness is truly her personality, she’s not faking her cold demeanor. this image enables her to mask her true potential and the fact that she is unflaggingly loyal and cares about those she’s close to.

if i had to give her a label, it would probably be the pococurante (which is defined as: an indifferent person. possibly they’re bored, jaded or even been hurt. either way, they tend not to get attached to things and don’t show much enthusiasm, whether that’s on the outside or the inside, too)

on the other hand, she could be accurately summed up as an arcane, as she’s an enigmatic mystery and she prides herself on being a puzzle that several people have failed to solve. there are many sides to her personality; in some aspects, she’s very much an aesthete considering she spends a great deal of her time taking putting together outfits, so she has a very defined fashion sense and typically dresses like a princess half the time, which is very ironic considering her dark personality. she truly is so GLAMOROUS (and this is why i love alexis for her) and she works that mean girl, hard soul aesthetic while serving looks and also able to come across as incredibly sweet, which is perfect for her multiple personas. she’s a stunner, with both her appearance and personality; as much as she is indifferent and would prefer to fly under the radar, wherever she goes people always want to ask questions, making her into this intangible concept that everyone wants to define.

people will recognize parts of her as if they’ve seen here in another life, and because of her ostentatious, puzzling, and spellbinding personality, she’s unforgettable. on the other hand, she’s also something of a virago, due to the fact that she can be incredibly feisty when angered; but it takes quite a lot to actually set off her fuse, as she’s good at controlling which emotions she shares. for the most part, she is incredibly blasé and even-tempered. additionally, she’s is a bit of a picaro because her primary aim with her life at this point is to be independent and liberated from any and all attachments to other people. mostly, though, she’s is nothing more than a girl who’s afraid; of what, she still can’t decide.

all in all, she’s so much of everything that she isn’t quite certain of her own identity. her character is one shrouded in secrets and shadows yet alluring and sensual. but, lbr, most of all she’s just deadass terrifying. one of her defining characteristics is her desire to make things happen for her through her own abilities and determination. obstinate as all get out, she doesn’t like to own up to making mistakes so she tries to prove that she’s almost invincible to them bc she doesn’t wanna let anyone see her vulnerable, or she doesn’t want to let someone down - this refers only to those that she’s actually close to. due to her apathetic nature, all she really wants to do is let most people down – people she finds boring and useless – and have some fun because of it. however, when it comes to people she truly has allowed herself to care about, her deepest desire is for their happiness because they must be pretty damn special for making her give a shit.

still, because of her evasive tendencies, she almost always does ruin things for herself and for others, even when she actually cares. she’s like a double-edged sword; when she finds something worthwhile, she sees so much beauty and potential in it, but she’s got a midas touch. whenever she wants to obtain it or pursue it, her involvement makes everything fall to ashes, and she is afraid of her own influence. despite her tendency to run away, once she latches on and decides to be truly loyal, she’ll be devoted in such an extent that she would undoubtedly kill for them.

she can be a loudmouth whenever she actually decides to speak, constantly fabricating outlandish stories and even going off like a deranged person, but beneath her caustic and frightening exterior, isla is rather pensive. on the occasion that she chooses to offer legitimate advice, it’s usually very elaborate and composed. still, she doesn’t want people to know about capable she is, or how intelligent she can be, so she hides her rare brilliance with a tough exterior and stoic personality.

idk if you can tell but i like diving into the specifics of my character like their star signs and stuff so i searched an amy dunne mbti and tweaked it bc it really helped describe her even further! she’s a intj !

introverted intuition (ni): isla sees everything around her in a world of symbols, of metaphors, and of potential. her narration will continually be littered with predictions, with ideas about how things are going to be and what will result from this or that. despite her brashness that some may assume is impulsivity, she is a planner, anticipating new “problems” and seeking to rectify them with her own twisted brand of justice. she tries to work everything into her overall system of understanding, of her big ideas about how the world works, including her take on her various false identities she possesses for her previous job as an escort but also to mess with the minds of others around her. she’s always disappointed by how the real world is never as good as the way she imagined it; she is perfect and nothing else can catch up with her expectations.

extroverted feeling (fe): despite her aloofness, and rather lack of any sort of emotional bearing, empathy, or any sort of true feeling, isla is conscious of how others’ perceive her, of the image she’s created, and of how key that social perception is to her success, even if it’s just in her own imagination. she restrains her real opinions in order to adapt to her environment, as she’s somewhat of a chameleon, only a few have had a chance to catch the true witch beneath the crown. she’s the mistress of change, easily altering her identities in order to better fit in with new people, should the situation require it. she’s easily devastated when she reveals her real personality to others, as in the past, some that she’s left truly see her have refused to accept her twisted true-self. even though she is wholesomely selfish and self-seeking, isla is very people-focused, and applies most of her intellect and analysis onto general people-based functions, that may she can have the confidence that she has clearly manipulated and analyzed every aspect of her environment, as she needs this to feel in control.

introverted thinking (ti): as mentioned, isla is highly analytical, always trying to see the why of a scenario, what’s behind human behavior, which turns her attention to psychology and manifests in her flair for anticipating the thoughts and actions of those around her; she is so obsessed with understanding why people tick that she looks past her own slighted judgment, as she herself could easily qualify as a sociopath/psychopath. she’s always trying to fit in any new experience, or piece of information, into her pre-established system of facts, and as such is rarely ever surprised. despite her apathy and lack of care for her life or how it progresses, she’s highly organized and loves to make checklists, arrangements for the future, and methodically ticks of her obligations, one by one. while her emotions and feelings are significantly suppressed, and even nonexistent, she makes up for that human trait with a very powerful mind, one that is quick to learn and adept with languages, memorization, and logic. however, she doesn’t want anyone to know just how brilliant and quick she is, as it’s her greatest asset, thus explaining why she chose not to be a member on the intellectual team.

extroverted sensing (se): isla tends to respond her physical environment with fierce analysis, as expressed in her intellectual capabilities. she’s almost incapable of living in the moment, contrary to how people suspect she is, considering she portrays herself as impulsive and cunningly excitable. in reality, though, even when she’s crossed off everything on her checklist, she’s almost incapable of relaxing, or enjoying the world around her, as she doesn’t find things that other people find beautiful. she struggles the most with the physical side of her plans, even though she is a very physical individual. she is very open with her body and indulges with the lusts of the flesh, as she sensuality is at the same level as her wickedness. along with this, isla craves for the environment that houses her figure to be pleasant and organized, and can’t stand when things are out of order.

#tw sociopath #tw gang #if that's a thing i'm so sorry i'm kinda oblivious w triggers please someone correct me or tell me if i'm missing anything #fckit:intro #tw death #tw childhood trauma #tw prostitution #in a way #tw child abuse #tw human trafficking #could also apply i'm so sorry i'm trying to cover all the bases just in case

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