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nikatyler · 3 months
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Oooh, another family/BC contestant update! Apparently Pierce has something going on with Rose Loyd! And it's good to see he's helping Maeve with Sean. Also hi John in the background!
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simside · 2 years
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Introducing.. 
Pierce Whitlock
for @nikatyler‘s BC!
Neurotic | Good Sense of Humor | Natural Cook | Lucky | Green Thumb
TLDR: A bit of a worrywart, but a sweet, good-natured aspiring chef who just wants to cook dinner for someone and laugh together.
Pierce has a tendency to be quite, well.. compulsive. He’s a bit tightly wound and has a tendency to become worked up over the smaller things in life, like whether or not he left the sink running or if he may have mistakenly left the stove on. Regardless of his anxious disposition and excessive checking, he’s able to laugh at himself from time to time and tries to keep himself light-hearted as often as possible, lest he go grey by the time he’s 30. He’s got aspirations to be a chef some day and is positive that growing his own produce makes his dishes taste much better, so he always elects to cook with freshly grown ingredients and has even come to enjoy getting his hands dirty to acquire them.
Private DL unless eliminated. x
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i love these posts so i made my own this was highly enjoyable tbh
hopefully this isnt too niche
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coloredgravity · 1 year
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Highlighting the human survivors cause they deserve all the love! Andie and James are mine Siva belongs to @proxis-shattered-expectations Pierce belongs to a friend on instagram
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house-of-slayterr · 1 year
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Zsasz Family Halloween Pt. 1:
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The theme this year was to go as your favourite vampires
@flaysthings @keffirinne @howl-fantasies
Victor: Spike
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Victor goes as spike, because they’re both cheeky little shits. I mean come on, you’re going to look at me and tell me they wouldn’t be besties if they existed in the same universe? He’s like the only person other than Y/N that Vic enjoys being around.
Y/N: Selene
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This one is self explanatory if you’ve seen the Underworld series. Selene has the same bad ass energy as Y/N, and she’s do anything for her man. Plus she’s hot af, so of course Y/N picks her.
V: Claudia
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V is the baby of the group, and their aren’t many baby vampires. But I actually feel like Claudia fits her personality quite well. She throws tantrums and looks adorable while doing it.
Maggie: Kathrine Pierce
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We don’t Stan Elena on this account. I think Maggie would Pick Kathrine, because unlike Elena, Kathrine is certain about which Salvatore brother she wants. And she’ll do anything to get him! (Jim you better go as Stefan or I swear to god! I mean look how cute of a couple costume that would be 🥺)
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Basil: Jasper Whitlock-Hale
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Basil is just as emotionally constipated as Jasper; and equally as uncomfortable as being around people. Plus, Basil wouldn’t have to put much effort into the costume, just needs some gold contacts and they’re basically the same person.
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avvail-whumps · 1 year
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‘guns for hire’ — clean break #3
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content warnings: whumper is caretaker (kinda? they’re the reason whumpee needs caretaking), captivity, restraints/chains, nose bleeds, blood, breaking bones
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Leo flickered in and out of consciousness.
His head was throbbing, and it felt like there was a lead weight crushing against the back of his skull, a pressure so vast he felt like it was stopping him from breathing.
He could never fall to a proper sleep. It came and went in routines of horrible pains consuming his face, and waves of nausea creeping up his sore throat.
The secretary jolted slightly when he heard a voice. It must have been hours, left down here by himself, since the blood that had once been hot and dripping freely down his face, was now cold and crusty against his skin. He didn’t dare move his features; he could feel the aching tightness as soon as he lifted his head, blinking back the blurriness.
The door was open. Leo could see a set of stairs leading upwards, the same stone grey colour as the ground around him. In the middle of the doorway, the mercenary was sat on the ground, his back pressed up against the side and legs propped up comfortably on the opposite.
There were multiple objects surrounding him.
Leo noticed among those things, the man was staring very intently at his wallet. No doubt his license.
“You really are twenty four,” he mumbled under his breath, and even though he didn’t look over, Leo knew he’d sensed he had finally dragged himself back to lucidity. His hands wriggled, and a burning pain followed afterwards. A small whine escaped from his lips at the irritation on his swollen skin.
The mercenary plucked his drivers license from the pocket inside his wallet, setting it down against the ground. There were an assortment of sheets of paper, his bag from work, and a computer drive. Those piercing eyes ran along the small card, humming softly under his breath.
“Leo,” he sounded out, smiling slightly to himself, as if he hadn’t quite believed that was really his name. “Leo Whitlock. Huh…”
The man’s eyes darted towards him, and Leo felt like shrinking into a terrified ball.
“Are you related to Sebastian Whitlock? The violinist?”
The secretary slowly blinked. It wasn’t the first time somebody had asked that question, but it seemed like his mind was playing tricks on him. Why would a mercenary even remember something like that? He swallowed the lump in his throat. The flesh felt swollen, like glass shards were shredding them apart.
His lips ached. “Y...Yes...”
The man’s lips pulled into a charming smirk. Perhaps it was the remnants of the concussion talking, but if he hadn’t kidnapped and pummeled his face into nothing but cuts and bruises, he might have thought he was quite handsome.
“How about that. Can you play too?”
Leo’s head was swimming, swaying forward in a spurt of dizziness. Why was he asking him these questions? Why was he being like this?
Tears stung in his eyes, burning his retina. “I-I want to go home...”
The man’s brows pinched. “That wasn’t what I asked.”
“I can play,” he choked out, gasping in pain as his face flared like fire. Everything hurt, every part of his skin, every bruise and every cut. “Please, l-let me...go home, please.”
“You aren’t fun to talk to like this,” the man sighed heavily, turning his attention back to his license. He discarded it on the floor lazily, and picked up a couple sheets of paper. “Pretty to look at, but nothing else.”
Leo’s stomach clenched, his insides churning. His skull felt too lightheaded; when was the last time he ate?
“I’ve got your address,” he murmured offhandedly. “Smaller apartment than I was expecting, especially since your father is a famous violinist. Says here you split. Why’d you run away?”
His turned to face him, his eyes soft around the edges, but that olive shine was as threatening as it always was. Leo let his gaze flicker to the ground, wincing.
“I...” He tried to clench his jaw, but it was throbbing. Everything was throbbing. “...d-don’t want...”
The mercenary cocked a brow, a flicker of annoyance flashing across his face. He groaned under his breath, rubbing the space between his eyebrows.
“Don’t want to tell me? That’s fine,” he chuckled. “You will later.”
The way he said that made him shiver.
“And this—”
Leo dared to look up. He was holding the computer drive in his fingers, waving it slowly. “This makes your story check out. I couldn’t find anything about Jacob’s schemes on your computer. Nothing encrypted, no files deleted. I have a pretty thorough computer guy, and she found nothing. It clears you, lion.”
The secretary’s eyes twinkled as he slowly, but surely, registered his words. A small flame of hope sparked in his chest, spreading warmth across his lungs.
“So...” He didn’t dare breathe. “...you’ll, l-let me go?”
The mercenary tilted his back against the doorway, closing his fingers around the drive. He pulled it into his lap, closing his eyes with a crooked smile on his lips.
“No, I don’t think I will.”
The words sliced straight through Leo’s heart. It sunk right to the bottom of his boots, making his bottom lip quiver.
“What?” His voice was breathless. The sound made the man’s eyes flicker open.
“Your ears work fine. You heard me correctly.”
“B-But I wasn’t lying! I really did—”
“It’s not about that anymore, lion,” the mercenary cut in sharply, sliding his legs to his chest and hefting himself effortlessly onto his feet. He brushed down his gloved hands and even the dust and dirt that had collected on his thighs. “You’ve seen my face. You know my identity, and you were a key witness to my contract. That’s something that can’t slide.”
“I don’t even know your name!” Leo cried, weakly tugging at the rope. The movement caused a scorching, searing pain along his skin. “I won’t even—”
“Roy.”
Leo’s breathed hitched. “W-What?”
“My name,” the man smirked. “It’s Roy. I know you, and you know me. I can’t let you go.”
This wasn’t fair. Why was this happening to him, of all people? All he had been looking for was a simple job, where he could get away from his father, and his family, and start anew. He wasn’t a cruel person, he hadn’t done horrible things, so why was this happening...?
“I-I won’t tell...” He begged, desperation practically dripping off his words. “You have to believe me...”
“Sorry, lion,” he shrugged, yet his tone was anything but apologetic. “You’re not leaving my side.”
The possessive declaration made Leo’s stomach twist, his head dropping with sobs. His vision blurred for a fraction of a second, before he felt something hot running from his nose, dripping onto his lip. The mercenary, Roy, let out a whistle.
“Didn’t like that much, did you?” He chuckled. “Let me get you cleaned up a little. Don’t go anywhere.”
Leo struggled to take in coherent breaths, like the air was a knife slicing through his lungs. His body was screaming with aches and throbs and every slither of hope he might have had was being wrung out dry and discarded like a wet rag.
Even though the door was wide open, Leo felt like it was miles away. Stretching between them was a huge, red carpet, getting longer and longer the more he looked at it. The ropes felt like chains winding through a flesh, thick cell bars protruding out in front of him.
The door was open.
But Leo couldn’t even find the energy to fight.
When Roy came back down the stairs, a red bag tucked under his arm, the secretary let his head hang low and fall slack against the chair. His breathing became shallow and Roy gently tapped his fingers under his chin, smirk on his lips.
“Head up, lion. Let me clean your face.”
His voice was smooth in the air, and Leo whimpered softly as those fingers tilted his head back. Something cold pressed against his cheek, and his breath hitched sharply, wrenching away.
“Calm down, I’m cleaning the blood,” Roy muttered quietly, his lips pressed together in concentration. He dragged the cold fabric against his cheek, cleaning away the blood, before moving to his chin. Leo felt like pins had locked him into place, unwilling to allow himself to move even an inch.
His heart was pounding against his chest, the only thing he could hear filling his ears. He kept his eyes pinched shut as the mercenary continued to clean his face as he pleased, the heat radiating from his chest.
They didn’t speak a word.
Roy applied a smooth balm to his bruises and cuts, smiling slightly to himself as he did so. He loosened Leo’s tie and undid the first two buttons, the white fabric stained with blood. He moved around the back of his chair, unknotting the ropes.
Leo’s skin felt scrubbed of all that grime, and it even felt like he could breathe better. A cold breeze tickled his cheeks, slightly damp from the salve. His nose wrinkled as those ropes loosened around his chest and wrists, the compression lifting on his lungs.
The mercenary had gripped his shoulders firmly and pulled him to his feet before he could think about getting any ideas of escaping. His eyes briefly raised upwards, peering over his shoulder towards the stairs that lay out for him perfectly. His knees wobbled and he could hardly take a step forward. 
“Careful now,” Roy cooed, supporting his weight, barely able to carry his own. He clutched onto his arms like his life depended on it, trembling fingers digging into the padded material. His dress shoes staggered across the floor as the man led him behind the chair, towards a raised, clean mattress pushed into the corner. 
Leo’s eyes burned with tears. He was carefully lowered down, the mattress soft and perfect against his aching limbs. An involuntary sigh escaped from his lips, the comfort spiralling straight through his spine and easing those tight knots in his brain. 
The clattering of metal broke him from his thoughts. His head turned aside, hazy eyes focusing on the chain attached to the wall, dangling in between the man’s fingers. Fear flashed in his eyes. 
“Come on, lion, it’s temporary,” he explained calmly, tilting his head to the side. “I don’t want to have to hurt you again. You would be wise to do as I say.” 
The secretary swallowed the dry lump in his throat, pressing himself against the wall. Roy’s lips curved into a devilish grin, motioning to his ankles. 
“You prefer your left or right leg?” 
Leo’s lip quivered as he spoke. “Uh, r-right.” 
The man crouched down, gripping Leo’s ankle with a firm grasp and jerking it towards the chain’s clamp. He gasped softly, the cold metal biting at his flesh as it closed around the limb. He clenched his jaw carefully, a bitter feeling rising in his throat.
Roy sighed in satisfaction and nudged his left ankle, the one that was free. He pressed his boot against his shin, locking it in place so the secretary couldn’t pull away, and those gloved hands gripped the limb with a grasp so tight, it had Leo’s throat closing in terror. 
“Remember to breathe,” Roy sang. “This might hurt a bit.” 
He mercilessly snapped it in one smooth movement, like it had been nothing, a sickening crunch piercing through the air. 
An agony like never before consumed Leo’s mind, and he erupted into horrifying screams.
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keplercryptids · 1 year
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homebrew 5e hag!
does the 5e hag statblock make you fall asleep? do you agree (correctly) that hags should be tougher and, most importantly, hungrier? well then i've got what you're looking for: a homebrewed hag boss for d&d 5e.
notes: this hag is extremely tailored to my party of four level-15s with a strong npc ally, both narratively and mechanics-wise. see the notes under the cut for those details, as well as combat strats. also, as always, the stat block is formatted to my preferences, and don't check my math, i don't care!
anyway here's agatha, my beloved agatha.
Agatha, Bog Witch
Initiative: +3 AC: 17 HP: 152 Speed: 40 ft. (See: Bog Born.)
Saving Throws: Str +5, Dex +3, Con +9, Int +2, Wis +4, Cha +9
Legendary Resistances (3/Day). If Agatha fails a saving throw, she can choose to succeed instead.
Bog Born. While inside her swamp, Agatha is immune to opportunity attacks and treats all difficult terrain as regular terrain.
Go to Bed Hungry. When a spell attack targeting Agatha misses, or when Agatha succeeds on a saving throw against a spell, the caster must make a Charisma saving throw (DC 17). On a failure, Agatha immediately eats 1d6 of the caster's available spell slots. Agatha then adds that same number to the damage of her next successful Rending Claw attack.
Wash Your Mouth Out. When a melee or ranged weapon attack targeting Agatha misses, the attacker must make a Charisma saving throw (DC 17). On a failure, the attacker immediately begins choking on bile that fills their mouth and throat. The attacker must hold their breath or begin drowning. Using one action to retch ends this condition.
Reactions
If Ingot (PC) hits Agatha with a weapon attack, she immediately uses her reaction to attack one of Ingot's allies with Bog Beam.
Villain Actions (3 per round):
A Charming Curse (2 Actions). Agatha uses two actions to cast a charm effect on Whitlock (PC). Whitlock must make a Wis save at disadvantage, DC 17. On a failure, Whitlock is charmed and must follow the command "be helpful to us." He can resist this order, taking 6d10 psychic damage the first time he does so.
Bog Beam (1 Action) (reflavored Ray of Frost with acid damage)
Come Closer, My Pretties (1 Action). Agatha can command the cages holding her victims to move up to 30 feet.
Consume (1 Action). Agatha can drain the life out of a caged victim within 5 feet of her, rendering them unconscious and regaining 10 HP for herself.
Actions
Spellcasting. Agatha’s innate spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 17). She can innately cast the following spells, requiring no material components: - Cantrips: Bog Beam - 3/day: dispel magic - 1/day: blight, eye bite
Multiattack. Agatha makes two attacks with her Rending Claws.
Rending Claws. Melee Weapon Attack: +11 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 19 (3d8 + 6) piercing damage. Extra attack once target is bloodied.
Other Abilities
Illusory Appearance. Agatha covers herself and anything she is wearing or carrying with a magical illusion that makes her look like another creature of her general size and humanoid shape. The illusion ends if the hag takes a bonus action to end it or if she dies. The changes wrought by this effect fail to hold up to physical inspection. For example, the hag could appear to have smooth skin, but someone touching her would feel her rough flesh. Otherwise, a creature must take an action to visually inspect the illusion and succeed on a DC 20 Intelligence (Investigation) check to discern that Agatha is disguised.
Invisible Passage. The hag magically turns invisible until she attacks or casts a spell, or until her concentration ends (as if concentrating on a spell). While invisible, she leaves no physical evidence of her passage, so she can be tracked only by magic. Any equipment she wears or carries is invisible with her.
Swamp Sight. As long as the Token Eye is intact, Agatha can see clearly in magical fog. The Token Eye can be destroyed (AC 16, HP 30). Double damage will be done to the host of the Token Eye.
additional info and tactics under the cut!
CW: eye trauma, blood, violence against teens.
a little bit of context here! the party first encountered this hag wayyyy back when they were level 3. the reason the stat block picks on two of the PCs is because of the specific deals they had made with the hag at that time. whitlock promised her "his friendship in a time of need"; this has given whitlock permanent disadvantage against charm effects ever since. ingot promised her "a moment of his time," which means that every so often, unbeknownst to the players until recently, modified memory has been cast on ingot. this is why during this final fight, whitlock was targeted with a charm effect that would harm him, and any time ingot took the time to attack the hag, she would take that same time in a reaction to attack his allies.
during their first meeting, whitlock also requested a way to contact the hag in the future, and has been unable to get rid of the token she gave him ever since. that token is how they found the hag: whitlock dripped blood onto it and it embedded itself into his eye socket, showing him a bloody path leading to the hag. agatha could see through this token, so could prepare for the party's attack.
tactics time! in addition to agatha, the encounter consisted of two modified "treant blights," corrupted by agatha's magic, and one of the teenagers under agatha's control: a CR 3 warlock who was mostly there for maximum chaos. any time she did middling damage to the PCs with her magic sword, agatha would heal by an equal amount.
the encounter occurred in a swamp with very limited visibility (20 feet) due to magical fog. a lair action on initiative count 20 created vines and roots in a 20-foot cube that would try to grapple PCs (modified Entangle). also, there were also 10 roving cages containing teenage victims which tried to stay close-ish to agatha (on the lair action, they could move up to 30 feet).
agatha's strategy was to dart in with her extra unimpeded speed, slash the PCs with her rending claws, and then try to get out of sight into the fog, near enough to her caged victims for healing and to avoid AOE attacks from the PCs (since they didn't want to hurt the kids). the caged victims would start making death saves after she drained their HP. the cages could be destroyed to free the victims, but if a player didn't do 20 HP of damage in one hit, they had to make a dexterity saving throw or get restrained inside the cage themselves. (i really recommend you add complications like these to your boss fights to make them feel really dynamic!)
when agatha got low on health, her hut (which had been illusioned nearby) rose onto its legs to carry her away. so the fight ended with the PCs chasing after and taking down the hut (90ish HP, two kick attacks), before finally killing the hag (who was invisible at that time; only one PC could see her with See Invisibility). once agatha was dead and the hut was burned with magical fire, the curses ended, hurray! ingot remembered his true memories and the token eye exploded, knocking whitlock out (he's okay!).
anyway, it was a good time. i hope you liked my hag!
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dreamerofasgard · 5 months
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Hopes of The Thunderbird & The Dragon (Series) - Concept & Prologue
Draco Malfoy x F!Reader
Disclaimer: This is the first time I have written a whole series by myself, plus it's been a while since I wrote anything, let alone something for Draco Malfoy. This is a concept that has been in my head for a while and I haven’t seen anyone do something like it, well from at least what I’ve seen that is. I don’t see a lot about transfer students along with incorporating magical beasts. I plan on making this a long multi-part series that takes place through all 7 years at Hogwarts as well as a time skip.
Word count: 1.9k Pt1
Concept: I had been thinking about what if the reader was from America’s Wizarding School of Ilvermorny but was transferred to Hogwarts after their parents were transferred to the British division of the Ministry of Magic after a huge promotion. Father and Mother are Pure-bloods but they don’t particularly care, unlike other pure-blood families. Father has been working for the ministry for years after he graduated from Ilvermory and got a job as an Auror where he then met your mother who was working as an Investigative Assistant of Magical Beast Activity for the UK Branch. Your father Frederick Whitlock, the New Chief Auror in the London Ministry Office, and your mother Katherine Pierce-Whitlock, the New Head of the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures have decided that it would be best to have you transferred to your mother’s alma mater, Hogwarts. Being a proud graduate herself, she is overjoyed when she receives a letter from Dumbledore that you are allowed to transfer from Ilvermory during the second week of the semester. Y/n Whitlock has always loved to bring the joy of music wherever she went but what happens when the Slytherin Common Room becomes your escape. Y/n becomes friends with many people at Hogwarts along with gravitating towards a certain blonde boy as their friendship develops into something more over the years. Even with the growing darkness that seems to make its way into the halls of Hogwarts, there is always a way through with compassion and acceptance.
Tigger warnings: Pureblood. I think that's it.
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Y/n paced around her new room in her parents' house as her mind raced about all the wonderful and nerve-wracking things to come at her new school, Hogwarts. From as early as she could remember, her father told her all the amazing stories about his alma mater, Ilvermory. Your father recalled how during the sorting ceremony, the older students would watch from the balcony on the next level, looking down with anticipation as the first years got sorted. The school would then wait for one of the four wooden creature carvings, which represent four houses, to react. When the Horned Serpent wanted a student, the gem set into its forehead would glow, while Thunderbird showed approval by beating its wings. The Wampus would roar, while the Pukwudgie raised its arrow into the air. The way your father described it was so magical that you could barely wait to get there to see it for yourself, and join your father’s house of Thunderbird. You had your wish for as your first week had gone almost perfectly, you were sorted into Thunderbird and made a few friends. But all that changed when you got a letter from your parents a few days later saying that due to their promotions in the ministry, you’d be transferring to Hogwarts within the next two days. Needless to say, you were heartbroken. You had just gotten here and now you were leaving them. 
Flash Back to 2 days ago
“I love my parents Rebecca but why can’t I just stay here and live with my aunt or you?” Y/n said as she talked with her best friend and roommate, Rebecca Madison, a short, brown-eyed, black-haired girl who had been your best friend since diapers. “Because your aunt is already busy enough managing your cousins and that little band of theirs. My parents can barely handle us when you come to visit. Just imagine what it would be like with you living here?” she replied as she giggled. “And besides Merlin went to Hogwarts. How cool is it that you’d be going to the same school that is home to many powerful witches and wizards like him.” Rebecca said as she played with her white and tan cat, Cinnamon, on her bed.  “You have a point Becky but we just got here.” You pouted as you fell back onto your bed. This was quite possibly the worst thing that’s ever happened, and if your cousins didn’t start their band then you could be living with them. Despite your current situation, you were actually the one who convinced them to start a band.  Christopher, Sarah, and Patricia were some of the most musically gifted in your family on your Father's side, other than yourself and dear old Dad. You've been planning music with them for as long as you could remember. Who knew that love for music that somehow backfired on your dreams of attending Ilvermory. “I know, that’s why I’m your bestie.” Rebecca says as she stands up and walks over to your bed while smiling, “Now you are going to write letters to me about the wonders of Hogwarts and we’ll see each other like we always do over the breaks.” All you could do was smile as you sat up facing your friend. “Time to start packing I guess,” you said as Rebecca smiled and extended her hand for you to take. “Let the packing competition begin!”
End of Flashback
“Y/n darling, your father is waiting in the carriage but I have something to give you first,” your mother says as she slowly opens the door holding a medium-sized cage with a cloth over it. 
“I wanted to surprise you with a little friend to keep you company at Hogwarts. I already got approval from Professor McGonagall though this creature is technically allowed, ‘better to be safe than sorry’ your father says” as she sets the cage down taking off the cloth to reveal a gray and black with emerald eyes Kneazle.
“Mom, they are beautiful. What’s their name?”  Kneeling down to let the creature sniff your hand and get familiar with you while smiling.
“Her name is Lux. Her mother is one of the Kneazles I was nursing back to health had a litter a few weeks ago. Plus I thought Ripley would like a friend when you are in class. You take care of them-” your mother says while smiling. “And they’ll take care of you,” you say as Lux mews cutely at you while you gently take her out of the cage and let Ripley your owl inspect her new furry friend.
“Let’s not keep your father waiting Y/n darling, Hogwarts awaits.” You look at your mother as she is proud and excited for your first year at Hogwarts as you take her hand and make your way to the carriage. On the way to Hogwarts you thought about the professors your mother told stories about, the dangers she warned you about hidden in the forbidden forest, how that next year she hopes you could play quidditch like she did for Ravenclaw, and that no matter which house you were placed in she would be beyond proud of you. 
Your parents have always wanted you, their pride and joy, to be kind and make your own opinions of those around you. Even though they came from Pureblood families your parents never understood the way most Purebloods thought, it always seemed so backward to parade around blood status like it was a huge accomplishment not marrying a person with muggle blood. So your parents did what other Purebloods would most likely hate, raise you around the culture of both the wizarding and muggle worlds. As you sat in the carriage for the couple-hour journey it would take to get to Hogwarts your father tapped you on the shoulder taking you out of your thoughts.
“I know your mom already gave you little Lux but I also have something for you,” he says as he hands you a medium-sized wrapped box.
“Dad, you didn’t have to get me anything but thank you” nudging your father as you unwrap the present you see a Walkman with several different albums on cassettes. 
“It’s a Walkman, I know we already packed up your record player and your guitar but I figured you’d want to listen to music while walking around the grounds after class. Plus we’ll send you your favorite bands' new albums while you’re at school.” Nudging you just as you did a moment ago while chuckling. 
“You sure do think of everything, don’t you Dad?” Smiling as you took out the Walkman and pulled out Journey's Greatest Hits album your father smiled with pride as he thought about all the new friends you’d make.
The hours passed by quickly with you listening to music and talking with your parents about all the different legends and secrets that Hogwarts held. It wasn’t until your house elf Winter opened the door that you all realized you had arrived at Hogwarts Bridge. 
“We have arrived,” Winter said as she smiled brightly as she looked at the youngest Whitlock.
You take a deep breath and stepped out of the carriage and take in your surroundings. You had visited Scotland before on family trips but the Hogwarts Castle and the Great Lake were certainly spectacular. As you took in your surroundings an older-looking woman approached with an older gentleman which you assumed were Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall along with four students you didn’t recognize, three boys and one girl, dressed in school robes one each house color you assumed.
“Katherine Pierce-Whitlock welcome back to Hogwarts dear,” Professor McGonagall said as she hugged your mother, “Now I know that this is a big change for your daughter Katherine. I can assure you and your husband that Y/n is in good hands.”
“Now let's give them a tour shall we,” Professor Dumbledore says as he motions the four students to come over and introduce themselves.
“Good afternoon, I’m Gabriel Truman, one of the prefects of Hufflepuff.” Said the tall brown-haired boy wearing a yellow and black robe before stepping back in line as a ginger boy around his height stepped forward.
“Hello my name is Percy Weasley, I am one of the Gryffindor prefects. I believe my mother went to school with yours.” He says as he looks over at your mother who smiles at the Weasley boy before he steps back in line for the boy in blue to speak.
“Ello Whitlocks, my name is Robert Hilliard, one of the prefects of Ravenclaw. It is a pleasure to see that the famous Blue Devil had a daughter. Your mother was a force to be reckoned with. Hopefully, you are just as good as your mother at quidditch” he smiles before saying quietly “And a Ravenclaw” The Scottish boy happily steps back to let the girl in Green robes step forward. 
“Welcome to Hogwarts Y/n, I’m Gemma Farley, one of the prefects of Slytherin house. We are excited to have you here.” The blonde girl says as she hands you a bouquet of flowers from the four houses, “I do hope that you enjoy your time here” smiling as she steps back and lets Professor Dumbledore talk.
“Now that introductions are out of the way I do believe we can give you a proper tour of the castle while the students are at lunch. Wouldn’t you agree, Minerva?” Dumbledore asked as Professor McGonagall nodded and led the way with Dumbledore by her side, the students and your family not too far behind.
“Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin'' she began as you walked across the bridge seeing a few Hippogriffs fly overhead, thinking you could get used to being here.
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matchamilkislover · 5 months
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In The Darkest Corners, 10.
pairing: vi x fem!oc (reader with a name)
warnings: mature themes, just an overall minors beware, violence, just general arcane-ness.
word count: 2,009
synopsis: the infamous council meeting - and the aftermath.
author’s note: it’s going down, i’m yelling timbeeeerrrrr
don’t forget to read the other parts first!!
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Olive and Vi were just leaving Olive’s old house when they heard running footsteps on the sidewalk, coming closer. Soon, Caitlyn came into view, and gestured for them to hurry up.
“The next council meeting. They moved it up. To tonight,” she said, opening the gate for them. “We need to be ready.”
Olive’s heart felt ready to beat out of her chest. She and Vi were waiting just beyond the doors to the Council’s meeting room, waiting for the signal for them to enter. Vi stood beside her, her face unreadable. The only hint Olive had to how she felt was the subtle sign of Vi’s clenched jaw that she could see out of her peripheral vision. Before she knew it, Cailtyn was leading them into the room where each council members’ eyes instantly latched onto the three of them. Olive could feel their eyes burning through her skin, reopening searing wounds that had barely healed. Vi’s hand suddenly clenched around hers for a moment, a reassurance Olive didn’t know she needed. Caitlyn introduced Vi but then trailed off as she turned to Vi.
“Olive Whitlock…” Salo murmured. His piercing eyes were slowly looking her and Vi up and down.
“This is ludicrous!” Hoskel suddenly thundered, pounding a fist on the table. “You have some nerve-”
“Excuse me!” Mrs. Kiramman cut him off with a sharp tone. “Calm your temper, Hoskel,” she hissed.
“Please, we just need your ears, only for a moment,” Caitlyn continued for her mother, stepping forward. She nodded towards Olive to signal that she should speak.
“I’m sure you’re all aware of the…events that took place a year ago. Or where I’ve been since then,” Olive began. “I would never believe it if I hadn’t experienced it for myself. But, the undercity…it's being ravaged. Its inhabitants, eaten alive by shimmer and fighting for their lives every day. They’re being run into the ground by violent crime lords, led by the puppeteer who rules over them all. Silco.” A quiet round of gasps left the councilors’ mouths.
“Silco? The industrialist? We’ve conducted investigations of him, there has been no sign of such organization.” Bolbok questioned.
“And who led these investigations?” Olive snapped, now glowering. She knew. They all knew. Marcus, the dirty police chief that raided her home and ended her life. Marcus, the one who had held her at gunpoint on the bridge before being blown to bits by firelights. Bolbok sighed.
“What does he even want from us?”
“Power. He believes the undercity should be independent. He calls it the Nation of Zaun.” Olive continued, knowing that she had the councilors wrapped in her words now. Jayce Talis suddenly cuts in, lifting a familiar object onto the table. One of Jinx’s bombs.
“And who is responsible for this?” He asks, returning Olive’s glower. Olive opened her mouth and glanced at Vi, but Vi nodded and stepped forward.
“Her name is Jinx,” Vi said, finally speaking.
“And this Jinx has the gemstone?” Jayce asked. Vi nodded. “Then we need to go in by force.”
“That could trigger war!” Another councilor protested.
“There are good people down there,” Olive joined in, not having expected this sudden turn. A different councilor grunted.
“Yeah, about as good as your mother,” The official muttered under his breath. Olive felt her swallowed anger flare inside of her.
“What the fuck did you just say?” She demanded, hurtling forward to where the offender was sitting. Caitlyn hurried forward to hold her back.
“Perhaps there is a diplomatic solution,” Mrs. Kiramman interjected, looking desperate to calm the fire that had been started.
“You don’t know war, Jayce. I do. It must be our last resort,” Councilor Merdarda continued for her. Jayce scoffed.
“What? You want to negotiate with the undercity? With this- Silco?” He demanded angrily. Vi cut in again.
“This is fucking insane- have you learned nothing? He won’t listen to you, you can’t just talk to him! He hates all of you, and everything you stand for!” Her aggressive stance and movements towards the councilors put the enforcers standing by the door on edge. Mrs. Kiramman’s face finally hardened.
“Enforcers, please escort them-” She was cut off by Vi.
“No need. I remember where your stupid fucking door is,” She spat before turning and leaving, Olive close behind.
When they finally exited the grand building, night had fallen, and rain was pounding down on them. Vi was moving so fast that Olive was struggling to keep up.
“Vi, wait!” She cried out, grasping onto her arm. Vi turned towards her but pulled her arm away.
“I never should’ve gotten you involved with this. I never should’ve…” Her voice trailed off.
“What are you talking about? We can fix this, we can still-” Olive didn’t even finish her sentence.
“No, we can’t. We tried, okay? But if I keep letting you get wrapped up in…all this, you’ll get hurt. Everyone always does,” she said, continuing to walk away. Olive’s frustration flashed.
“You can’t just walk away from me, after- after everything! We’re in this together.” Her voice was firm, but her eyes were red and she had to focus to keep her lip from trembling.
“It’s over, cupcake. I need to go back to where I came from, and you need to stay here, where you belong. You’ve got Caitlyn and a big, fancy house that you can fix up. You don’t need me.” Olive’s heart squeezed at the hurt in her voice.
“You’re wrong. I don’t belong here anymore. I- I don’t belong anywhere. But together, I know we could fix everything, I know we could find out what happened to my family and take down Silco and-”
“No, we can’t!” Vi’s voice came out harsher than Olive expected. “You’ll be better off if you stay here, with Caitlyn. If you forget me.” Her eyes were trained on the ground as the rain that soaked them dripped down her hair and face.
“But…what about us?” Olive asked, her voice finally shaking, the tears that had been threatening to spill pouring out of her eyes and down her cheeks like the rain that already streaked them.
“Like oil and water. It wasn’t meant to be.” Vi turned around and left, disappearing into the dark, rainy night.
Olive waited until she was completely out of view before she let herself fall against a light pole while her body was wracked with sobs, head in her hands. She forced herself to hold back the screams that threatened to burst from her throat. She couldn’t explain why it was suddenly hard to breathe, and why her heart felt like it was ripping apart inside her chest. It was a long time before she picked herself up and trudged towards Caitlyn’s house, soaked to her bones by the rain and her face wrecked by crying.
Before Vi had reached the edge of Piltover, a thought crossed her mind. That council member - Jayce, was it? - had been the first to suggest they fight by force. For the sake of her own heart, she knew she had to make sure Olive stayed away; especially if she was going to do what she thought she was going to do. She waited a bit longer until she was sure Olive would have left the council building by now, and then headed back, ducking in and out of dark corners to stay inconspicuous. She was sure the enforcers wouldn’t be too keen on letting her back in, and she liked doing things better this way anyways.
Vi slinked through the hallways of the dark building, searching for a sign of the council member. She eventually heard sounds of deep clanging and saw a faint light emanating from the bottom of a door. Bingo.
It took less convincing than Vi expected for Jayce to give in to her plan. This dude really is bloodthirsty. For what they were about to do, the more so, the better. The gauntlets felt so natural in her hands that she had to push away thoughts of the last time she had held something similar. Her focus stayed trained on Jayce as she leaned on one leg and reached out a gauntlet covered hand to him.
“We got a deal, pretty boy?”
Olive had nearly shocked Caitlyn to death when she showed back up at her door, soaked and still teary. The blue haired girl shushed her and led her inside, keeping an eye out to make sure no one saw the two of them.
“My mother really isn’t pleased with the stunt you and Vi pulled at the council meeting today,” she warned, making stern eye contact with Olive as she handed her a towel to dry off.
“I know, I- I’m sorry,” Olive replied with a sigh. It was hard enough to face Caitlyn now as is, and this had only made it worse. “I’d just like to stay one more night. Please.” Her eyes cautiously lifted to Caitlyn’s, trying to read her old friend’s expression.
“Oh Olive, of course you can stay,” Caitlyn replied breathlessly as she scooped her into a hug, ignoring that Olive’s clothes were wet enough to get her soaked as well. “But…where’s Vi?”
Olive felt her tears build up again. She pulled away from Caitlyn. “She left me. I couldn’t stop her. She said it was for the better.” Olive choked out the last few words, her face falling into her hands again as tears streamed down her face once more. Caitlyn seemed to be at a loss for words.
“Olive, I-...stay as long as you need. I’m so sorry,” Olive shook her head and cleared her throat.
“I can’t stay long. It doesn’t feel right for me to be here anymore. And I can’t keep piling this on you,” she replied softly. “Piltover is no longer my home.”
The next morning, Olive woke early and got ready quickly. It broke her heart, but she knew she had to leave before Caitlyn could stop her and try to convince her to stay again. Olive knew that she wouldn’t be able to say no this time. With one last longing look at her childhood home, Olive leapt off of Caitlyn’s balcony and made her way towards the total nightmare that was now her life. Even if Vi wouldn’t help her, Olive knew she couldn’t give up on finding her mother. On finding the truth. So back she went to her grubby shack of an apartment, to working odd questionable jobs here and there to support herself, to saving bits of food for days on end when money was tight. At least there, she knew she could do something.
Vi could hardly hold herself back from racing into the facility they were headed for and getting the siege over with herself. She and Jayce were loaded with a whole command of enforcers, everyone itching to take down what they now knew as the source of Piltover’s greatest headaches. If only she had known the dark turn this fight was about to take.
The attack on the shimmer facility was a blur of gunshots and bloodshed. Vi used the anger coursing through her to mercilessly take down any and all who crossed her path, ignoring the trail of those around her who had fallen. Finally, there was only one person left. A young boy that seemed oddly forceful in his determination to protect the facility. Vi recognized him as the one who had pushed the alarm in the building that alerted everyone of their presence and released the defense creatures. Vi knew that she had no choice in killing him. Apparently Jayce didn’t have the same opinion. She had hardly caught her breath when enforcers descended upon her, holding her down to clamp handcuffs on her. She growled and shouted shocked protests, shoving whatever body parts she could into them to try and overtake them.
“What the fuck!” she growled, still fighting. Jayce’s face was dark and overcast.
“Perhaps some time in Stillwater will teach you a well deserved lesson.”
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victorycrowned · 6 months
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felix. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.
BASIC INFO
full name — Felix Whitlock age — forty-two (may 4th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual occupation — firefighter deity connection — nike  pet name — tba weapon — swords + breastplate armor clothing style/ armor — casual, functional, flannel / breastplate worked into a protective suit with bracers and knee caps
PHYSICAL INFO
face claim — Jensen Ackles hair — dirty blonde / eyes — green height — six foot & one inch build — perfectly (lmao), he's thicc, fit, six pack + chunky thighs scars — a few small ones littered across his body, one down the left side of his forehead, a bigger - formerly deeper one across the back of his left shoulder, a similar one along his left ass cheek. tattoos — bird with wings on his left shoulder, small crown on the inside of his right wrist, fake-wings on his back/shoulders bc he can piercings — a few rings at the top of his left ear, nipple piercings special characteristics — he goes from charming to grumpy in 2.5 seconds sometimes, generally friendly unless you get on his bad side, a little too cocky/confident sometimes sexual preference — bottom sub
PERSONALITY
alignment — chaotic good positive traits — protective, innovative, confident negative traits — stubborn, impulsive, jealous hobbies — working out, basketball, gaming, music, trekking
MEDICAL INFO
mental — light ptsd physical — healthy babe phobias — atychiphobia eyesight — 20/20 dominant hand — left hand drug use — nop alcohol use — yep, preferably beer diet — burgers, all the grease - potatoes in all shapes and forms and baon(!!)
BACKGROUND
birthplace — willow park, TX parents — Nike (mother) & Thomas Whitlock (father) siblings — demigod half siblings, 2 younger human sisters pets — tba education — high school graduate notable skills — can fly, can be charming if he wants to be, winning smile, can walk while in a handstand, sign language (basics) they did a course at work
BIO
born to thomas whitlock, single-father & cop
spent more time in daycare than with his father
loved him nonetheless
accidentally let wings sprout from his back in high school during phe, which is what led to him first meeting nike and spending his first summer at chb
fell for another demigod (eoghan), who went to the same highschool as him, but got his heart broken and left when he graduated highschool (17y)
became a firefighter
back at chb early 20s, left at around 25 years old because he made the same mistakes as before again
transfer to roman camp, stayed ~10 years, coincidental meetings/missions forcing him to fight side by side with eoghan
back to human life, back to being a firefighter
has been ignoring the call.... but gave in recently
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sanguishqsgossip · 1 year
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BoyToy Auction Standings!
The auction will be closing in three hours! This is the last update that will be posted and final winners will be posted at 8pm EST!
Bonnie Bennett is winning Declan O'Connell with a bid of $300.
Kayleigh King is winning Isaac Steele with a bid of $440.
Rose-Marie Ortega is winning Damon Salvatore with a bid of $1,500.
Elijah Mikaelson is winning Alfonso Delgado with a bid of $5,000.
Gracie Campbell is winning Sevilin O'Connell with a bid of $500.
Cemille O'Connell is winning Noah Anderson with a bid of $60.
Caitrin Jamison is winning Atlas Campbell with a bid of $80.
Rebekah Mikaelson is winning Marcel Gerard with a bid of $1,000.
Ileana Whitlock is winning Orion Kugler with a bid of $100.
Jennifer Salvatore is winning Phoenix de Martel with a bid of $200.
Stefanie Salvatore is winning Tobias Granger with a bid of $200.
Sarah Nelson is winning Topher Lange with a bid of $280.
Silas is winning Skylar Forbes with a bid of $400.
Caroline Forbes is winning Eli Forbes with a bid of $100.
Esther Mikaelson is winning Tristan de Martel with a bid of $1,000.
Klaus Mikaelson is winning Stefan Salvatore with a bid of $70,000.
Fallon De Martel is winning JD Salvatore with a bid of $280.
Nova Lockwood-Young is winning Enzo St. John with a bid of $700.
Noelle Bennett is winning Nik Mikaelson with a bid of $100.
Mikael Mikaelson is winning Oliver Gauthreaux with a bid of $500.
Aiden Lebeau is winning Josh Rosza with a bid of $100.
Jale Polat is winning Kadir Sadi with a bid of $400.
Qetsiyah is winning Chronos with a bid of $1,500.
Jinora de Martel is winning Nick Lebeau with a bid of $40.
Katherine Pierce is winning Mason Lockwood with a bid of $400.
Hope Mikaelson is winning Joel Anderson with a bid of $600.
Joel Anderson is winning Levi Mikaelson with a bid of $200.
Sybil is winning Otto Tig-Williams with a bid of $1,000.
Sage Faremore is winning Clyde Wan with a bid of $400.
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nikatyler · 3 months
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Flirt alert! SP told me Pierce is flirting with Sofia Martingale! He's actually just on his way to work but...good for you buddy! (I say that as if I knew anything about Appaloosa lore lol)
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unluckyamulet · 2 years
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Luiz Abner Whitlock (50 questions edition)
heres the questions i used!
(if i cant answer i just didnt include the number LOL)
1) Are they happy with their body?
yes! he thinks its very fun to prove people wrong when they think he's unable to tote a weapon
2) Do they have any secret piercings or tattoos?
nope! he does get a piercing post timeskip
3) Do they collect anything?
he likes collecting small figures of animals, preferably hand carved either from stone, gems or wood
7) What is their shoe size?
on the smaller side, about a 7 in mens
8) Do they have a favorite fabric or texture?
loves the light feeling of a loose cotton shirt
10) How do they decorate their living space?
personal items and clutter everywhere! if you stepped into his room and knew him, you could immediately tell its his, think howls room in the movie
11) Are they messy, or do they clean up?
fairly messy, but does straighten up if needed. he does seem to know where everything is in the mess however
12) What's their preferred sleeping position?
on his side hugging something, its a comforting feeling to know somethings there
13) Did they have a favorite comfort item as a child?
a little plush rabbit that he had when Lady Whitlock found him
15) Can they cook? What’s their favorite thing to make?
as a child he loved popping into the kitchen and watch how it bustled with life. on occasion he would be allowed to help and thus knows basic dishes
16) What food do they hate eating?
shellfish, he hates the cracking sound and he finds it often too salty
17) Do they have any allergies?
while he doesnt have allergies, he does have sensitive skin, any wool and he will break out in hives
18) What was their worst injury?
pre timeskip its when he fell out of a tree as a child and sprained his ankle, post timeskip he got slashed in the eye and effectively lost it during battle
20) What movie or book could they watch/read a hundred times and never get tired of?
he loves a good slice of life novel, especially whn it follows a characters entire life so he sees how they grow throughout the book
21) Can they dance? Do they like to?
yes! as the son of a noblewoman he was taught most ballroom dances, he vastly prefers the more lively ones however
22) What was their favorite birthday gift?
when his mom gifted him a broach with the signature red gem of their house, inside is a sketch of them laughing and having fun when Luiz was a child (a servant sheepishly admitted he drew this while tending to the garden)
23) Which birthday do they look back on the most fondly?
a year before graduating the academy with all the friends he made across houses
24) What kind of cake or birthday treat would they prefer?
he likes vanilla cake with minimal frosting and fruit toppings
25) What is their favorite animal?
he was a horse kid so, probably horses
26) Do they wear perfume/cologne? What is their favorite scent?
yes he does! its always something earthy and subtle such as sandlewood or maybe a light lavender. he likes the smell of freshly brewed tea, unsure if thats a perfume however
27) What smell do they hate the most?
vinegar hands down
28) What sound do they hate the most?
anything thats grating like nails on a chalkboard
30) How would they relax on a day off/rainy day?
he likes pressing dried flowers and takes notes of local flora in his off time, and on a rainy day he can most likely be found in the library absorbing all the folklore and mythos he can
31) Are they combative? What is their fighting style?
i mean. hes a fire emblem oc so. yes. Luiz is proficient in all the physical weapons, mounts and authority, and while lacking in reason and dark magic, he has a hidden talent for faith
32) Would they be the one to start an argument?
it depends how you define start? he likes to tease people, and it might rub someone the wrong way unintentionally, but he doesn't try to start shit
33) What is their personal style? Favorite outfit?
loose clothes and ribbons paired with high waisted pants and boots, maybe a cape or jacket for flair?
34) Do they have a dream job?
he would like to publish a guidebook of the flora of fódlan, but wouldn't want to be an author, otherwise he is perfectly content being the next noble of House Whitlock
35) What do they do if they can’t fall asleep?
read a book hes read more times than he can count until he drifts off
36) Do they wear makeup regularly? If they don’t, would they consider wearing any?
nope! he might wear makeup if necessary but generally he doesn't see a need to
37) Do they prefer to be really cold or really warm?
he likes being warm! hes very susceptible to cold
38) What recurring dream do they keep having?
he keeps having a nightmare where hes in the heat of battle and someone close to him dies protecting him since he couldn't see the threat. usually after he wakes up he'll go train
39) Can they ride a horse? Do they prefer other methods of travel?
he's very good at riding horses and vastly prefers it to riding in a carriage or even riding a pegasus or dragon
40) Do they believe in true love? Have they experienced it?
its something he thinks is a nice idea and remains cautiously optimistic, hoping it is true but worrying it isn't
41) Are they married? Do they want to be?
he CAN be married to Hubert, Dedue, or Claude (maybe Ferdinand, i havent decided) and presumably m!byleth. before he acknowledged he would probably have to get married eventually, but doesnt have any real feelings on it one way or another
42) If they have siblings, do they like any of them? Would they rather be an only child?
he's an only child! he sometimes wishes he had someone his age around when he was younger, since his mother was often busy with political affairs, but cherishes the time she took to play with him when she could
43) What do they think is their worst quality? What is their actual worst quality?
he believes his worst quality is his tendency to get caught up in daydreams, often imagining doing something like riding his steed in an open field or discovering a new type of plant. in actuality his worst quality is how one track minded he tends to be, especially when it comes to battle
44) Do they lie often? Are they good at it?
he tells little white lies, to try and make people worry less. when he was younger he often lied to his mother about how he was faring at school, not telling her of how he was being outcasted for being an "illegitimate son" since he is both adopted and of a different race. so while he doesn't like to, he can fairly well if it only will truly effect him negatively
45) Are they good at keeping secrets?
yes, trust is very important to him, if you tell him a secret he will take it to the grave
46) How do others see them? How accurate is it to how they really are?
others see him as a slightly airheaded daydreamer, often seen staring off into space presumably dreaming about whatever mythos he read rather than focusing on lessons and only truly serious when it comes to combat, horses or plants. while not entirely accurate, he does acknowledge his tendency to space out, but in reality he tries his hardest in his studies even if it doesnt seem like it
47) What kind of first impression do they usually make?
friendly and carefree, hes a little chatty but has a warm aura about him, often grinning brightly or laughing
48) What are they most afraid of?
losing anyone he loves, he had so few people he could lean on when he was younger so the thought of losing anyone he trusts scares him to his core. a less existential fear he has is a fear of a dark. he feels a bit childish for this fear, but cant just seem to shake it (pretimeskip if his lamp went out when he was walking at night he would run to the nearest dorm, post hes just jumpier when he has a night watch or an ambush in the dark)
49) Would they ever kill anybody?
yes, and he has, once again, fire emblem oc. bby has been in war, and he cannot think about the people he's killed for too long or he starts to think of the people who loved them, if his favorite slice of life books taught him anything its everyone has a story, and he cringes at the thought that he was the end to theirs.
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felix. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.
Is that JENSEN ACKLES? No, that’s FELIX WHITLOCK. The 40 year old STORM MOON WERE-GOLDEN EAGLE (HERBIVORE) OMEGA MALE (HE/HIM)  is a FIREFIGHTER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be HEROIC & SELFLESS, but beware, they’re also known to be RECKLESS & RASH. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.
BASIC INFO
full name — Felix Whitlock age — forty-one (may 4th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) second gender — omega  moon — storm moon  occupation — firefighter species — herbivore, golden eagle clothing style/ armor — casual, functional, flannel
PHYSICAL INFO
face claim — Jensen Ackles hair — dirty blonde / eyes — green height — six foot & one inch build — perfectly (lmao), he's thicc, fit, six pack + chunky thighs scars — a few small ones littered across his body, one down the left side of his forehead, a bigger - formerly deeper one across the back of his left shoulder, a similar one along his left ass cheek. tattoos — bird with wings on his left shoulder, small crown on the inside of his right wrist, fake-wings on his back/shoulders bc he can piercings — a few rings at the top of his left ear, nipple piercings (he got them bc his ex wanted him to) special characteristics — he goes from charming to grumpy in 2.5 seconds sometimes, generally friendly unless you get on his bad side, a little too cocky/confident sometimes, mega hero complex sexual preference — bottom sub/switch/slave
PERSONALITY
alignment — chaotic good positive traits — protective, innovative, confident, heroic, selfless negative traits — stubborn, impulsive, jealous, reckless, rash hobbies — working out, basketball, gaming, music, trekking
MEDICAL INFO
mental — light ptsd physical — healthy babe phobias — atychiphobia eyesight — 20/20 dominant hand — left hand drug use — nop alcohol use — yep, preferably beer diet — burgers, all the grease - potatoes in all shapes and forms and bacon(!!)
BACKGROUND
birthplace — willow park, TX parents — unknown mother & Thomas Whitlock (father) siblings — n/a education — high school graduate notable skills — can fly (duh), can be charming if he wants to be, winning smile, can walk while in a handstand, sign language (basics) because they did a course at work
BIO
(grooming mentions tw)
Thomas Whitlock was always busy. He was a small-town sheriff and always tried to do his beliefs justice. When his wife found out she was pregnant, he was ecstatic and practically counted the days despite his busy work schedule, but their luck shouldn't last. He lost her during childbirth and was sent home with Felix a few days later. They'd decided on that name almost instantly when they found out she was expecting and so he hoped to keep a little bit of her with him.
He didn't know she ... wasn't human at the time, so when his son - at the age of 14 months ... suddenly popped brown, white and grey peppered wings from his back, ....well, he was surprised. Being presented with a Supernatural child when he'd never been in contact with non-humans before.. wasn't an easy pill to swallow, but ..he did. With help. And so he found daycare that accepted children like Felix, too.
Honestly, Felix spent more time at daycare, then kindergarten, school and the like than with his father, but he loved him deeply nonetheless. He understood why his father wasn't with him most of the time, because he had to go be a hero and so he adapted and usually found something to keep himself busy with. Highschool marked a big change, because he had more time to .. pass while alone and started developing hobbies - like trekking. Felix always loved being outside, especially in the summer and winter. Being able to fly made his life out in nature's glory much easier. And more enjoyable.
And then he fell in love. Fifteen and way too naive to be let out into the world, but his father wasn't there to stop him and his friends were just as impressed by the older boy.. so... he was left to make his own experiences. Unfortunately, those would shape the next twenty-five years of his life and ... many of those years would be less than impressive. He was so young and inexperienced that he was absolutely no match for the cunning and manipulative man he'd offered his heart to.
Eoghan was many things, but kind, gentle and loving were none of those. He was not good to him, but Felix didn't know any better at the time and learnt love to be this and whenever he was close to giving up, Eoghan would show him just enough love and sweet smiles to strong him along yet again. He trained himself the perfect little boyfriend and said boyfriend didn't see it coming. Or maybe he did, but love ... kept him where he was. He ran a few times later on, but fate would always bring him and Eoghan back together - or sometimes ... he'd miss him too much and return home to his lover regardless. One didn't just turn around and abandon true love they found in a soulmate, did they?
It took him twenty-five years to pull himself together and away. He didn't know where to go at first, but remembered another shifter he met a long time ago telling him of this safe haven only people like them could find. He remembered something about evil not finding its way inside and so he assumed his ex-lover would be locked out when he found him. And so... he ran once more, but this time he planned for it to be final. Town was actually a lot like his home, so he found he fit in quite nicely, got himself a job at the local fire station and .. well, he did what he loved - just like before, only without terror being part of his life anymore. He never stopped wondering if he'd ever be found, but living a life in fear? Not his style.
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thechaosmuses · 1 month
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Below the cut is a list of all my original characters, from every fandom, organized by such. I figured I would go ahead and put this up, as well as a canon muse one, for my oc and canon starters so that way it's easier for y'all to see who is included without going to every separate muse list.
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The Vampire Diaries
Elizabeth Haven Mikaelson Roman Ryker Mikaelson Erik Flynn Mikaelson Kareena Dawn Mikaelson Thyra Selene Mikaelson Karsyn Devyn Mikaelson Mateo Maxwell Mikaelson Serenity Faye Mikaelson Sawyer Finch Mikaelson Aurelia Nova Mikaelson Felix Ares Mikaelson Willow Luna Mikaelson Tobias Floyd Mikaelson Zephyr Raven Parker Zariyah Dove Parker Kennedy Taylor Parker Myles Zane Parker Mariana Joy Parker Paisley Juniper Parker Braeden Talia Salvatore Holden Atlas Salvatore Ezra Grant Salvatore Liberty Faye Salvatore Jensen Graham Gilbert Easton Reed Gilbert Jesse Jonathan Gilbert Elias Rhodes Gilbert Jazmyn Sophia Gilbert Atlas Rowan Petrova Titus Izaiah Petrova Kamen Maverick Pierce Natalie Adrianna Pierce Eleanor Marie Bennett Salem Elijah Bennett Gabriel Graham Gustin Belladonna Sharie Bennett Seraphina Rose Ward Theodore Joseph Brickenden Kaia Asherah Halloran Carter William Forbes Cameron Myles Lawrence Jameson Tyler Rosza Tatum Jaxson Lockwood Tatiana Jade Lockwood Taylor Jacob Lockwood Axel Madden Hughes Ashton Malik Hughes Sebastian Sawyer Sharpe Niall Nash Novak Montgomery Felix Langston Ophelia Esme Lovell Sapphire Lee McGuire Rami Calder McGuire Warren Jaxon Kingsley Jeremiah Michael Kenner Cecilia Jaklyn Labonair Rosemary Belle Whitlock Hadley Kamryn Fuller Kamryn Avery Marshall Lorella Diane St. John Andrew Kolton Rogers Blair Lilith Walsh Zachariah Cole Norwood Matthias Lucien Delacour Matias Camilo Garcia Cyrus Boyd Mikaelson (spn to tvdu) Harmony Iris Johnson (tw to tvdu) Chandler Matthew Rawlins (tw to tvdu)
Containment
Jubilee Fawn Ellison Carson Elijah Mayes Maddox Rhett Lancaster Malia Rayne Lancaster Makai Reid Lancaster Delilah Anne Malone Austin Blake Coleman Damian James Taylor
Teen Wolf
Aspen Bella Stilinski Adrian Archer Argent Addison Athena Argent Lyla Sage Martin Amaia Tala Alexander Malik Elias Hale Madelaine Emery Hale Isaiah Parker Lahey Amadora Constance Sharpe Callum Tate Raeken Dawson Cole Reynolds Jared Taylor Parrish Stephen Ezekiel Hemming
Supernatural
Amelia Mae Allen Melody Athena Hayes Lucilla Marie Nightstar Eden Faith Cruz Elijah Luke Cruz Valentina Rosalie Hart Adaliah Ember Darhk Alexandria Skye Earp Lillian Dahlia Campbell Adriel Xavier Grant Talon Colt Ashford Silas Kai Parker Josephina Jazmyn Walker Elyza Alice Pierson (tvdu to spn)
DC Comics
Kiera Jaylin Davis
Marvel
Kailee Elizabeth Holtz (hero and villain verse) Kaiden Edward Holtz (villain and hero verse) Camelia Waverly Maximoff Kaleb Jonas Barnes Maxine Josephine Rogers Melody Elizabeth Young Anastasia Sloane Lenkov Wren Nika Volkov Wynter Nadia Volkov Cordelia Ara Odinsdottir Amora Delphine Brantley Celeste Juliet Livingston Nikolai Nathaniel Novak (tvdu to mcu) Charmeine Ayla Hanlon (spn to mcu)
Stranger Things
Stella Blake Russell Scarlet Ember Ward Valerie Mae Henderson Mitchell Elliot Mayfield Meredith Eleanor Mayfield
Misc
Ambrosia Nyx Tartarus Acacius Nile Tartarus Duncan David Dalveron Damien Dawson Dalveron Brantley Cole Kline Rosalie Grace Anderson Rowena Greyson Andrews Ryker Grant Andrews Aviana Summer Archer Dylan Bryce Thatcher Sterling Atlas Ward
9-1-1
Evelyn June Buckley Ethan Jace Buckley Hazel Jayne Walker Hayes Jesse Walker Izaiah Edison Hendrix Waverly Chloe Hendrix Matilda Iris Monroe Fallon Pierce Richards
Book Babes
Cyra Lux Vespara Wilder Blaze Hawthorne Dion Ignis Vanserra Pyralis Jax Vanserra Warren Forrest Hayward Solana Aruna Meridian Anatole Cyrus Solari Althea Zaria Cadlawon Tynan Kerrell Visita Kirsi Gwyneira Nieves Lyall Colden Whittaker Caspian Calder Conway Maribelle Aelia Sommer
Zodiacs
Wyatt Keegan aka Aries Kianni Phoenix aka Sagittarius Leon Cyrus aka Leo River Mira aka Cancer Dylan Lucas aka Pisces Josephine Nova aka Scorpio Conrad Atlas aka Taurus Kailynn Amelia aka Capricorn Taron Sage aka Virgo Alice Skye aka Libra Aaron Micah aka Aquarius Adelaide June aka Gemini Arianna Rose aka Gemini
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melodicwitchlight · 2 months
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sansa is in the town, where strange things happened in halloween. she is in the office right now, writing some briefs for her newspaper career. it was an office that had air-conditioning in it, her kitsune whiskers piquing in pleasantry, and she remembered walking through the sliding doors and up the elevator to her newspaper office.
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jasper whitlock was a bit mean to her, as she had queried about his story, his golden eyes piercing her -- yet she tried not to let it show on her face.
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