#oc: hayes

[arcadechan]

to the VICTOR..........goes the FRANKENSTEIN

#art #illustration #queer art #monstergirl #monster girl #monster love #frankenstein #artists on tumblr #digital art #hell&highwater #oc: hayes #oc: B #belated......halloween drawing #doodles #oc art #insert credit get art

[bonerey]

OC DIRECTORY

ENIGMA ITERATIONS eni • he/him, the youngest iteration, works at OVER, a member of base. queerplatonic with elliot. enigma • he/him, second youngest, was trapped in the flinchiate compound for 5/7 years, somewhat allied with base. his defense mechanisms consist mainly of Be A Massive Bastard or fawning to extreme levels. hes a mess and the worst. adore him cowboy enigma • he/him, the cowboy iteration, similar in age to sol i guess?? mikael e. • he/him, older version of enigma. bitter and tired and old, hates mordecai with homicidal intent.

HAYES ITERATIONS elliot hayes • he/him, youngest hayes iteration. works at over and with base. queerplatonic with eni. hayes • ae/aer, second youngest. not specifically aligned with anyone, i think? does work for basically anyone, though ae tries to steer clear of the compound as much as ae can. ae does a lot of work preparing things and making corrections to set base and PW up for the best chance they can have. uses therapyspeak faye • he/fae, second oldest. employed by the compound due to complicated circumstances. very highstrung, anxious all the time and hides it by being a bitch to everyone (except for ty. bc fawn response reasons) mordecai • he/him, oldest. has worked for the compound for several years. the one that told hayes what happened with faye. very apathetic and cold. kind of the worst

MICAH micah • he/him, a tier 3 employee at OVER, saved enigma from the compound as a favor for edes.

ESRIS esris • he/him, a doctor at the flinchiate compound. hes insane and also the worst. definitely a cannibal.

MINNIE minnie • she/her, esris's assistant. she IS sane and very disconcerted by esris.

BANDAID bandaid • any, a clown who played WOE.BEGONE, works at OVER, besties with bruise

BRUISE bruise • it/he, a mime, bandaid's prize ORGANIZATIONS PW - psychological warfare, consisting of: melanie (@imaginepostingonmain 's guy) castiel (also @imaginepostingonmain 's guy) enigma hayes faye (kind of. its complicated)

#info posts for all of them coming... soon. probably. #oc: bruise #oc: bandaid #oc: minnie #oc: enigma #oc: cowboy enigma #oc: elliot hayes #oc: micah #oc: esris #oc: hayes #oc: mordecai hayes #oc: faye hayes #oc: eni #oc: mikael e.

[houndsofcorduff]

Find the Word

I love this game, thank you so much for the tag @kyofsonder! My words were process, essential, effort, flat, and return. If I couldn't find the word then I put a fun fact instead! Thanks for this opportunity to share my writing!

Before I share mine I'll also push this out to @aohendo, @writingpotato07, @andromedatalksaboutstuff, and anyone else who wants to participate. Your words are brother, associate, state, beyond, and cheese.

Process

And the serving area itself was quite odd as well. There were several stations, circular in the middle where kitchen staff were putting out trays of different food on the outer track for customers to take while also preparing more food in the middle where only they could reach. The process seemed to ensure that no one touched any food that wasn’t theirs and only kitchen staff who were wearing protective gloves were in contact with the food in the middle. 

Hayes saw the young woman who had spoken to the cafeteria group before in the middle of one of the areas, preparing food. Now that he was closer and not twisted halfway around, he could see she wore a black tunic tied with an equally dark apron around her waist. Her hair had quickly yet appropriately been gathered up into a hat, but he could see blond curls poking out here and there.

Essential (apparently I haven't used this word in Stray so a fun fact instead)

Fun Fact: In that scene above for "process", the girl working in the cafeteria is going to become a romantic interest for Hayes, but she has a dark secret that isn't revealed until book three

Effort (what do you mean I've not used the word effort in Stray??? I think my find function is broken but okay)

Fun Fact: When Drumcondra was younger and would participate in the tournament, he would use earthcasting to make a loud, drumming beat as he came out into the arena so that everyone would get pumped up to see him fight and also to intimidate his opponent. It usually worked.

Flat

“We don’t have time to discuss this here, my son. You can fight me now, or come with me and decide the truth for yourself.” [Breday, Hayes's mother speaking]

Hayes dropped his eyes to the floor, clearly thinking over his options. However, Breday was distracted by the blond boy about five feet behind her son. He had gotten to his feet. Breday’s mouth flattened into a line. She was sure she had sliced his right leg, he shouldn’t have been able to stand. 

“Hayes!” Bo shouted. “Don’t let her trick you! Snap out of it!”

Return

“My lady, I understand that position. However, Hayes has been my student for seven years,” Corduff replied. “He is my responsibility, but more than that, I may be the only one he would agree to return with.”

“Agree to come back?” Oriana asked incredulously. “Corduff, it seems you mistakenly believe this to be a rescue mission. Hayes will not have a choice in returning. He will come back and seek forgiveness, or he will be forced to return as a traitor and be executed.” 

Corduff’s heart clenched painfully. “Let me rephrase then. I may be the only one who can convince him of his mistake. They are using his mother against him.”

“And you are the closest thing he has to a father, I understand, but you are needed here for Rosen’s sake - for our world’s sake.”

Corduff looked at his feet. He had to steady himself. Think this through. It was unlikely that he would convince the Queen Mother to reconsider this. She was simply incapable of seeing Hayes the way he did. It tore him apart to not go, but at this moment he had to push past it. He could wallow in it later. For now, he had to come up with some other way to secure Hayes’s safe return.

#find the word tag #tag games #my writing #wip: stray #wip: hounds of corduff #oc: drumcondra #oc: hayes #oc: boru #oc: corduff #oc: oriana

[dangerousbutterknife]

Hayes is a biker dragon who breathes poison gas and hides the fact that he's a dragon by pretending to smoke. He's an asshole who bites and lives in an abandoned warehouse. Get too close to him and you'll start to feel hazy ;). Usually he keeps his tail and claws transformed but he has them out when he's alone. The world is full of dragon slayers so better safe than sorry.

#my art #dragon #oc: hayes #ref sheet #headworld

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Rainy Season - Part 3

Storm Warning

Azriel Eris x Reader

We’ve got a time jump and are swapping points of view for this chapter y’all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

3 months later

Eris Vanserra hated the Summer Court. The humidity anywhere outside of the temperature regulated zones of Adriata, the way his hair clung to his forehead and caused curls to form in his otherwise immaculate hair, but most of all it was just insulting to be so bothered by the heat itself when he quite literally had fire in his veins. He couldn’t get out of here fast enough.

Tarquin strode alongside Eris through the open air lower levels of his keep, three of his guards and two of Eris’ own flanking them several feet behind, one could almost forget they were there if not for the “click clack” of feet echoing through the halls. Eris would be lying if he said he didn’t have to try very hard to focus on the mundane talk of trade routes and port authorities instead of getting lost to the sounds of crashing waves and gulls outside.

Tarquin broached the riveting subject of tariffs on imports from the continent as the first rumble of thunder boomed in the distance. Now that - Eris enjoyed that aspect of the court. Autumn had no shortage of rain but the turbulence of storms often mirrored his own inner peril - made him feel less alone in the world. And truthfully, there was nothing like taking cover from the rain and listening to the rumble outside, watching the lightning dance across the skies as the loud cracks of thunder commanded the attention of anyone within earshot.

“Have your people felt the same effects, High Lord?” Tarquin broke Eris from yet another drift of his thoughts. He really should have brought a secretary or advisor along for this meeting.

Sparing Eris from the embarrassment of asking Tarquin to repeat his last three minutes of speech a cry broke through the hall. The battle cry of a…. Child?

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Followed by a yelp of “ow!”

Eris’ head jerked as he found himself drifting toward the action.

Turning a corner he found a woman laying on the ground, curled into a ball - a child of no more than 10 with a large jagged stick standing over her with his chest puffed out, pure smug joy on his face.

Eris looked to Tarquin who only grinned with satisfaction. Eris gaped before Tarquin quietly whispered, “just watch.”

The woman didn’t move. The child’s look of satisfaction slowly turning to that of concern as she lay there. He bent over the woman placing a hand on her shoulder, his brows knit together. “Lady L/N?”

So focused on the woman on the ground before him, the boy didn’t notice her arm slowly sneak around him and “Oof!” The kid let out a startled breath as she grabbed his ankle, ripping it out from beneath him, effectively leaving the child on his behind.

The female lept up into a crouching position. Her tanned, muscled thighs pushing her up to stand effortlessly. “And that, little ones, is why you never let your guard down with an adversary.”

Eris turned, wondering how he could have missed the group of children sitting on the other end of the room watching the scene unfold.

The boy remained on his behind, hands resting on his forehead in defeat.

“Hey-“ She reached a hand out to help him up. “You did a great job. You quite literally swept me off my feet! Nobody has done that in quite some time.” She paused, sadness twisting her features as if her own words struck her before shifting back to that of a proud instructor. “In fact - I have something for you.”

She reached into the pocket of her calf-length, flowy pants and reaching handing him a shell. “Add this to your leather strap.” She tapped a leather bracelet on his wrist, one shell already strung on it. “You did great, kid.” The boy gave her a genuine smile as he returned to the rest of his classmates.

Eris shifted involuntarily. How much had he wished for someone to say those words to him when he was a child?

Tarquin chuckled “An excellent motivator. Shells. Who knew?”

Eris gave a small smile - brief but genuine before adjusting back into his usual mask. The instructor turned to face them and cauldron damn him if she wasn’t the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. Radiant skin that came from plenty of time in the sun, silky hair that practically begged to have fingers run through it, a soft and curvy yet toned build. A body that told him she indulged herself in what she enjoyed but was active enough to define her plush features, likely blessed with great genetics - lithe yet perfectly squeezable in all his favorite places.

“High Lord.” Her voice carried to him like an ocean breeze. She bowed her head in a respectful greeting, long lashes fluttering. “How may I be of service?”

“Lady L/N,” Tarquin beamed. “It’s a pleasure to introduce you to Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court.”

Her brow puzzled for a brief moment before bowing her head again. “It’s an honor to meet you, High Lord.”

“A pleasure to meet you as well, lady.” Eris replied sincerely, meeting her bright eyes. “I didn’t realize Tarquin was hoarding such beauty within his keep.”

“We have many treasures in our court, High Lord. She is one of our brightest.”

Rather than blushing, the female held her head high, giving a polite “Thank you, High Lord.”

“We must be getting to lunch now. Have a pleasant rest of your class, Lady L/N.” He turned to the children with a stern look “And children, behave for her.” following the reminder with a smile and cheeky wink.

—————

It was hours later that Eris was released from meetings for the day. Unfortunately, there was still more to be discussed that would have to wait for tomorrow. Making the way to his guest suite, Eris found himself wondering about the instructor from earlier. Something about her felt vaguely familiar but he couldn’t quite place it.

After changing out of his stuffy clothes into something more befitting of the climate, Eris paced his room. He’d forgotten how much longer daylight lasted here than in his own court, with several hours remaining before dusk. He supposed he could brave the heat and take a stroll through the palace grounds, preferably without his entourage of guards.

Relieving the pair from their duties, Eris wandered through the gardens and toward a small grove of trees on the other side of the palace grounds. He could hear running water from a garden tributary that likely connected into the river that emptied into Adriata’s harbor.

Sauntering through the grove, he was pleased to find reprieve from the heat, the cool air wafting off of the stream and shade from the trees turning the grove into a private oasis. It wasn’t particularly trekked through. “Finally.” he thought to himself. A moment of peace.

Situating himself on an iron bench, Eris looked up, only to find that through a thicket of cattails, Lady L/N was standing on a rock upstream, eyes closed and balancing on one leg. Given her steady, intentional breathing he supposed she was meditating. It was odd - seeing her like this - strangely intimate to see someone in such an isolated state of catharsis, unaware of his own presence before her. The sun rays shone through cracks in the leaves, shrouding her in tiny fragments of light that made her tanned skin near golden. Her hair was wind blown from the breeze winding through the grove off the ocean, and she’d changed into a thin cotton sundress. Gods, maybe the Summer Court wasn’t so bad after all. The way it effortlessly flowed over her body perfectly accentuating her ample curves, and those tanned, toned legs - yeah, he should probably leave.

After momentary internal warring he began to stand but before he could sneak off, she gasped. Clutching her arms to her rib cage. “MOTHER FUCKER!” she screamed. Vulgar words coming from such a pretty mouth.

What an interesting method of meditation.

She took several breaths before resuming her position. Another minute went by when she audibly growled. “Bastard!!” She clutched herself again, keeling over. Finally she sat down on the rock, the hem of her dress soaking in the stream’s rippling water, and pressed her head into her hands. Eris thought she was crying.

He really should leave but - memories of his mother crying over the years flashed into his mind. All the years that she only had he or Lucien to console her, kindered spirits brought together by Beron’s casual cruelty. His other brothers being the emotionally void carbon copies of their father they were, paid no mind to their mother’s plight.

Yet still, he didn’t know her. She didn’t know him. She likely didn’t want him bothering her.

Against his better judgement, he found himself drawn in by her familiarity and approached. As he drew closer, he realized her sobs were not sobs at all. She was muttering the raunchiest, most vile slew of curses that he’d ever heard. Lucien would enjoy this female.

As he approached, she jerked her head up. The lovely, collected face from earlier twisted into one of contempt. He wondered if she knew that, that face was, well, adorable like a fierce little kitten. Although, something told him to tread carefully. She may look adorable but he’d bet good coin that her bite matched that of a lions.

“What do you want?” She spat.

Eris only smirked. “And here I thought you were a lady.”

Baiting her. Genius idea, Eris.

“Only within the palace.”

“You’re still on palace grounds.” Shrugging with the statement, Eris put his hands in his pockets - damn these Summer Court linens really were comfortable.

“Well, I was alone until you intruded.” she murmured, not meeting his eyes.

“Did you win Tarquin’s good graces with such manners?”

Her expression filled with ire as she looked up at him. “Did you take your throne by being such a prick?”

Eris couldn’t help but laugh at her bravado. This female either REALLY didn’t like him or truly didn’t care about consequences. “Ah, so you do know who I am.”

“You’re a High Lord. Of course I know-“

Her words cut off as she clutched her ribs again, tighter this time. A shudder escaping her. This time the pain seemed to last longer. And this time he could have sworn her voice cracked as she swore.

“Hey” Eris stepped into the creek, not bothering to step out of his sandals. Before he could hesitate he crouched down before her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Breathe.”

The thing was, he recognized that pain well. It has been centuries but damn he remembered it so clearly.

“Breathe through it. Think of something that makes you smile.”

She clutched herself harder, shaking her head. “Think of the look on your student’s face when you gave him that shell today.”

She breathed in deeply this time instead of letting out another curse.

“Good. Hold for three beats.”

“Now let the breath out.”

She breathed out. “In again.” He instructed. She followed suit. “Now out.”

As her breath steadied, she met his eyes - momentarily soft, a little broken, before ire crossed them again.

“For fucks sake, High Lord.” She spat. “I came here to meditate. I know how to breathe.”

She sure as shit seemed to have forgotten how to for a moment there, but he kept that to himself.

He only let out a soft laugh.

“There she is.”

She scowled in return.

“So, Lady L/N” he began, standing and extending a hand to help her up.

“Y/N.” She interjected, taking his hand. “Call me Y/N.”

Y/N. Fitting, he thought. The kind of name a tropical storm would be given.

Wait. Y/N L/N. Oh, he knew exactly why she was so familiar now. No wonder she’d given him that puzzled look in the palace. And, if Eris recalled correctly, his brother actually was rather fond of her - in a friendly and platonic sort of way. Though in his tales of the Night Court he’d certainly never mentioned the fact that she looked like a gods damned deity.

He led her out of the creek, not quite ready to drop her delicate hand. “So, Y/N, tell me about this idiot mate that let the Summer Court’s brightest treasure go.”

She gaped, jaw dropping into a look of genuine shock. “How-“

“I had one too. I believe you know her.”

—————

Eris and Y/N spent hours talking in the grove. He gave her all the details of his mate, Morrigan. How it killed him to leave her that fated day. Had he touched her, his mate, Beron would have claimed her as Autumn Court property requiring a Blood Duel for the Night Court to retrieve her. Though, Beron would have ensured she never left unharmed. That aside, Eris didn’t want that blood on her hands, the blood of a blood duel or any battles over her. He didn’t want it on his hands either. It killed him to feel her pain down the bond starting from their forced engagement and through the torture her father had inflicted upon her, and the trauma that lingered thereafter. The gut-wrenching, immobilizing pain that only a mate could feel shooting through to them.

He never wanted her to feel that pain. If it hurt him that badly to only feel it down the bond, he couldn’t imagine the strife she’d felt. He wanted to run to her, to comfort her, to tell her everything he couldn’t risk saying. He was too young to face the ramifications from his father and he had his mother and Lucien to protect in those days. So he protected her in the only way he knew how to at the time. Through cold, calculated indifference. He still regretted it.

As time went on, the mask he wore became heavier and heavier, burying that bond deeper within himself. It took him until after the war with Hybern to finally lay it all out to her. Y/N never knew any of that part of the story. She knew Mor and Eris had made amends but nothing of their bond, and she knew that Mor was happily committed to Emerie, an Illyrian female now. He was happy for his mate, as happy as a rejected mate could be.

Eris never claimed to have been in the right. In fact, what he did to Mor was wrong. The way he spoke to her as if she was no more than a common whore when facing her in front of his father at the High Lord’s meeting. Yes, it was an act but it was never okay. He’d live with that for the rest of his days. His apologies to her since never felt like enough.

Y/N empathized with Eris. He could see that she was torn but her gaze toward him softened although, never into that of pity. He liked that about her.

She shared the story of her mating bond with Azriel. And how the waves of anger and grief down the bond had increased in strength recently as she had continued healing. She laughed bitterly at the typical trajectory of females in her situation getting better over time while unfaithful males seemed to spiral as it went on. She didn’t say who he had cheated on her with but Eris had his suspicions. The Shadowsinger apparently had a thing for Vanserra mates. She laughed and cried over the hours they talked. They’d eventually ended up back in a palace seating area for a drink.

Eris hadn’t been so open with someone like this in so long that it felt foreign. Hell, opening up always felt unnatural for him. Perhaps he was stupid for sharing with her. After all, mating bonds could make people do crazy things. She could always take Azriel back and share the details of his little sob stories with the Night Court.

She’d occasionally let out a sharp breath as small jolts of emotion came rolling in. It was nearing dusk when she finally huffed, slapping her hands on her thighs saying, “Enough! This tea is weak. I need something stronger.” Pouring them each a glass of brandy, and another, and another.

As the conversation shifted from the heavier topics to lighter ones, Eris let it slip that he wasn’t fond of the summer court and found all of the sand and humidity to be unpleasant at best.

Her inhibitions were down and if Eris were being honest with himself, his were too. He hadn’t drank much since becoming a High Lord though he often felt the need for a stiff drink. No, there was too much work to be done and he was still getting his own inner circle acclimated. Trust was harder to give in the Autumn Court, especially after being under his father’s rule for so long. There were plenty of good people in the castle but just as many were corrupted under Beron’s rule. Weeding them out was consuming more of his time than anticipated.

Somehow, after their fourth drink, Y/N dragged him out onto the beach, determined to show him all the merits of the crusty, sand-infested shores.

Admittedly, her joy was contagious but he was going to make her work for any positive reaction.

“Okay!” She eagerly squealed. “First - sand castles! Have you ever built one?”

“I live in a castle.” Eris feigned boredom, inspecting his nails. “It seems unnecessary to build one out of… that.” his nose scrunched up, lip curling into a sneer as he gestured to the sand surrounding them.

“Ughhh.” Her eyes rolled back into her head as her little sun dress blew in the wind. And damn if he wouldn’t love to see her eyes going back into her head like that in other circumstances.

He was a gentlemale but a male nevertheless.

“Being High Lord doesn’t mean you have to be such a bore, but fine… No sand castles. Maybe next time!”

Next time. He liked the thought of that. My how far she’d come from practically snarling at him just this morning.

“Look!” She squealed, bringing her hands to her chest and clapping with excitement. “Dolphins! Now I know you don’t have those in the Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra.”

Fuck, his name sounded so good coming off of her lips.

He couldn’t resist smiling at her enthusiasm and then at the dolphins. They swam so peacefully in a pod through the harbor. One even let a young water wraith trail alongside it as a hand carefully gripped onto its dorsal fin as the creature pulled her along.

“The wraiths and dolphins coexist well together.” Y/N mused wistfully. “There’s a common misconception that they are territorial due to food supply but they have plenty in the harbor.”

She smiled softly. “The younger wraiths tend to bond with them and the dolphins have even been known to protect them from certain dangers.”

As the pair continued walking along the shore, the conversation occasionally faltered as Y/N would stare off distantly, as if looking for something that wasn’t there.

His heart ached for her. From what he’d gathered during their talk, she’d left the Shadowsinger, but the heart is slow to heal after losing a mate in any capacity.

Eris nudged her with his shoulder. “Hey little minx, where’d you go?”

Coming back to reality she halted. “Oh! Oh my gods. The sun is setting and you have to come with me! Hurry.”

She grabbed his wrist and he didn’t hesitate to follow along as she all but dragged him down the beach. “Hurry! We’ll miss them!”

They ran until reaching a secluded inlet of the bay. They climbed up a small rocky ledge where she sat, dangling her feet over the edge. “There’s an underwater cave-“ she breathed heavy, catching her breath. “here, beneath us and every night-“ another pause to breathe. “something magical happens as the sun sets.”

Eris, catching his own breath, waited patiently for more details but she only dropped a small pebble into the water and as she did, a rainbow of luminescent fish rippled to life below the surface. There had to be thousands of them, leisurely swimming out of the cave as if they were just waking up. Shades of bright pink, green, blue, orange, and purple lit up the small inlet. Eris was awestruck, so awestruck in fact that he didn’t hesitate planting his ass next to her on the crusty sand-coated ledge.

With a wave of her wrist she pulled a bottle of rum out from the pocket realm, tugging the cork out with her teeth and taking a swig, then handing it over to him.

They sat in silence as the remaining fish left the inlet and the remaining colors of the sunset disappeared into night. Clouds began rolling in as they drank and began chatting again. Much like that morning, thunder rolled in but this time he was disappointed to hear it. He didn’t want the evening to end, wasn’t ready to let her go quite yet.

He wished he’d had a warning before the ocean winds blew this wild, beautiful storm into his life that morning. Something to brace himself against the inevitable fallout of the precarious situation he found himself in. It was a storm he was prepared to ride out and he had a feeling it would be worth whatever debris she’d leave him with.

The base of the distant thunder rumbling, the cymbal-like crash of waves on the shore, and singing of the creatures of summer nights blended together into a beautiful melody that flowed through Eris. Quickly he stood, extending a hand to her. “Dance with me, Y/N?”

She froze, that distant look crossing her eyes again for a second. He braced himself for her decline but the life returned to her eyes as a smile graced her full lips. She accepted his hand and didn’t hesitate as he tucked her into his chest, her warmth and scent lulling him into a state of bliss.

No, Eris Vanserra did not hate the Summer Court at all.

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This was a long one and I know it wasn’t from our girls POV but I hope you all enjoyed it 🥹 Stay tuned for more! Her story is not done yet.

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[moongurl95]

My HL OT4!!!! 💙💙💚💚

TYSM to @/MegacuteViper on IG for this commission of my MC and the bois!!!! 😍🥰 Honestly can't decide an end game for her... 🤔 Lil voice in my head be like: why not all? 🤣🤫

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[fleshspit]

You have become The Hunter. 

Lucille belongs to Me. Mason belongs to @gatobob

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[kyleoreillylover]

Welcome to my Account! I am a wrestling/true crime blog that has a special love for womens wrestling, Jey Uso, Dominik Mysterio, and many others:) I take requests for WWE and NXT wrestlers. I will not take requests that are homophobic, racist, islamaphobic, anti-semetic, sexist, etc. No hate is welcome here :) My master list is below!

Series

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

CHAPTER 1- THE BEGINNING

CHAPTER 2- THE TEST

CHAPTER 3- TIME

CHAPTER 4- JEALOUSY

CHAPTER 5- CRACKS

CHAPTER 6-LOYALTY

CHAPTER 7- PART 1- THE BATTLE BEFORE THE WAR

CHAPTER 7- PART 2- THE BATTLE BEFORE THE WAR

Jey Uso

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Attention (ft. Sami Zayn)

Show, Don't Tell 📸 (ft. Sami Zayn)

Protectors(w/Sami Zayn)

Monster (w/Roman Reigns)

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐖𝐞 𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 ♡

What's it like being the female member of the Bloodline?

Keep My Hands to Myself

Beat Them or Join Them

Sami Zayn

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Always Take Care of You (ft. Kevin Owens)

Attention (ft. Jey Uso)

Polaroids And Kisses📸

Anger Management (ft. Kevin Owens)

Show, Don't Tell 📸 (ft. Jey Uso)

Weakness

You look so Good Under Me

Protectors(w/Jey Uso)

Hotel Room(ft. Kevin Owens)

Dominik Mysterio

Proud of You

Addicted to You

Three's a Crowd (w/Carmelo Hayes)

Dominik Mysterio Headcanons

The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 1

The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 2

Instagram AU! Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Black!Reader

Snuggles

Rhea Ripley

The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 1

The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 2

Finn Balor

In Sickness and In Health

Roman Reigns

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Monster (w/Jey Uso)

Carmelo Hayes

Relationship Headcanons

Kiss and Make up

Three's a Crowd (w/ Dominik Mysterio)

Besties with Carmelo

Instagram AU! Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Black!Reader

Tiffany Stratton

A Few More Minutes

What's it Like Dating the Center of the Universe?

Wake Up Call 🩷

Kevin Owens

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Always Take Care of You (ft. Sami Zayn)

Hotel Room (ft. Sami Zayn)

Anger Management (ft. Sami Zayn)

Jimmy Uso

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Kyle O'Reilly

Comfort

Undisputed Era

Fem!Reader winning the Royal Rumble

Comfort in Losing

#nxt x reader #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #rhea ripley #wwe x black reader #nxt #fanfic #jey uso x reader #jey uso x fem reader #jey uso x oc #jey uso x you #jey uso x y/n #roman reigns x reader #dominik mysterio fanfiction #dominik mysterio x reader #sami zayn x reader #Tiffany Stratton x reader #undisputed era x reader #Carmelo Hayes x reader #Adam Cole x reader #wwe x fem reader #jey uso smut #roman reigns smut #Carmelo hayes smut #wwe smut #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns imagine

[creepedverse]

CALM DOWN CALM DOWN CALM DOWN

Bonnie directly after hitting the stag.. version w/o blood n stuff here!

#creepedverse #crv #creepypasta au #crv bonnie #creepypasta oc #sucker art #crv bonnie art #crv art #creepedverse au #creepypasta aus #creepypasta fandom #bonnibel hayes

[arcadechan]

smoke break

#art #oc #oc: B #oc: Hayes #hell&highwater #drawing #digital art #clip studio paint #illustration #queer artist #artists on tumblr #insert credit get art

[bonerey]

NOTE: enigma and faye are now separate people, faye is no longer an iteration of enigma, hes his own person. :3

elliot hayes - he/him, 30. works at over tier 1, in interfacing. quietly ambitious, very determined. hes not ruled by his emotions (lie) hes so normal and makes perfectly sane rational decisions all of the time and he never fucks up in catastrophic ways (lie). his judgement and perception of any given situation is always correct and he never misjudges anything (lie). hes always right and justified and never biased ever (lie). he has a really high sense of self preservation that rivals any other instinct. caring about people is a practiced skill that he has to put real effort into. good with children, not a fan of them tho. picks at his acne a lot. very much against acts of murder up until the moment he is very much not. faye scares him and hes very desperate to know what the fuck happened with faem and how he can avoid it but fae wont tell him :( SAD!

picrew 1 // picrew 2

hayes - ae/aer, 32-ish. voice of reason. mediator. pretty anti-murder, encourages the rest of them to explore other means of dealing with their problems. ae is pretty well put together, all things considered. not that hostile to faye, ae has some knowledge of how things went down for faem and is preparing for it. ae is kind of similar to latvia mike, honestly. ae pops in for corrections and council meetings, doesnt really stick around though. ae has a lot of shit to sort out in aers timeline so its a bit of a mess. love aem. aers the only one whos really put together, honestly.

picrew 1 // picrew 2

faye hayes - he/fae, 34-ish. works at the compound. guy who is so, so fucked up and miserable all the time. assumes everybody is playing 3d chest at all times and that all of them are planning to hurt faem (mordecai shares this trait but is less obvious about it). is not equipped to cope with any of the situations fae is in, adapts to them anyway. stressed and overwhelmed and so so guilty about everything ever. advocates for murder as the go-to option. doesnt like attending council meetings and sometimes the compound prevents faem from attending them safely, so like, fae has an excuse. i guess. complicated relationship with ty betteridge. clawed his way out of a horrible deadly situation. calm and collected but like only when hes inside the compound. as soon as he takes 1 step out of the compound he has a nervous breakdown. micah is one of his associates

picrew 1 // picrew 2

mordecai hayes - he/him, 38-ish. has been working at the compound for several years. apathetic to The Horrors. shoot first, ask questions later. very pro-murder. all practicality and practiced ruthlessness. chronically overworks himself, both compound work and other personal projects. he very very begrudgingly helps out his younger iterations, he is so so sick and tired of their antics. has tried to murder mikael on several occasions. almost got murdered by mikael several times. doesnt attend council meetings unless he has something really important to share. almost impossible to get in contact with. would probably disappear out into the woods if he had the option. hes a horror and also the worst. he really needs a hug i think. soso insane about him

picrew 1 // picrew 2

#wbg oc #wbg #woe.begone #w.bg #woe.begone podcast #oc: mordecai hayes #oc: faye hayes #oc: elliot hayes #oc: hayes

[houndsofcorduff]

Heads Up, Seven Up

Oh! A game! I was tagged by @aohendo to post seven lines from my current WIP. Now I’ve seen some people do this with just any seven lines they want and some people say to do the last seven lines. But since I already posted my last line yesterday, I’m choosing to do the FIRST seven lines of my WIP: Stray, the first in the Hounds of Corduff series.

Before I continue I would like to tag @midnight-and-his-melodiverse, @starlightscribe, and @the-finch-address as well. Also tagging @wildswrites because they wanted to be added to the taglist for Hounds of Corduff (and they make up the entire formal taglist right now) but also if you want to participate as well then this is me tagging you for that. Tagged. Done. No take-backsies

Hayes was on his hands and knees. The black bangs that usually framed his face brushed the dirt-colored floor. His ears rung from the last wind attack, and because of that, he thought maybe he has not heard her correctly. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he lifted his face. Even if he had misheard, he knew he had not mis-seen.

A red and white mask lay in pieces at the woman’s feet. He had broken it just a few minutes before. He had been so eager then to unmask his enemy and had felt a thrill when it had finally broken. But when her mask had crumbled, so has his world.

Thank you for this opportunity to share my writing! All constructive criticism is welcome in improving my craft!

#would you read this book if these were the first seven lines? #tag game #my writing #wip: hounds of corduff #wip: stray #oc: hayes

[katewritesthings]

Love Me Like I Can // Masterpost

pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer! Original Female Character

•summary: Inspired by Scandoval and Taylor/Travis. R&B singer Diana Hayes navigates falling in love after a cheating scandal captures the attention of America and a certain Bengal.

•warnings: Rated M. Sexual situations, drinking, cannabis use, mental health, lots of stuff Minors do not interact.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 1.5 - Media Updates

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.5 - Media Updates

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fic #joe burrow imagine #joey b #joe burrow x oc #joe burrow smut #joe burrow x diana hayes #diana hayes #lovemelikeican #joe brrr #joe burrow story #joe shiesty #joe

[fleshspit]

i like size differences a very normal amount 

#lucille hayes #mason heiral #mason tpof #tpof #the price of flesh #bearsmaw #tpof oc #nothing wrong with a little tease

[parasytte]

how would elijah and casey react to a darling that always ask “would you still love me if..” like it started off as just “would you still love me if i was a worm??” and then got to be like “would you still love me if i was a DeWalt 20V MAX DCBL722B 125 mph 450 CFM 20 V Battery Handheld Blower Tool??” sorry if this is weird haha. please take care of yourself and have a good day!!!!

i think they both would find it funny!!!! however, if it keeps going and going and going, elijah will eventually just shut you up with a kiss and pour his heart out to you about how hed love you no matter what.

i also think elijah would be a little confused lol,, hed be like "well no because you're not really a person or you if youre an object, right?" and then casey would elbow him and whisper "eli you dummy its a test!!!!" lol

#yandere oc #casey hayes my oc #elijah caddel my oc #yandere poly #yandere male #yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere boy #male yandere #yandere ocs #mlm yandere #yandere x reader #yandere post #male yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #male yandere oc #poly yandere #yandere drabble #yandere imagines #yandere jock #yandere love #yandere male x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere writing #yandere x darling #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere cheerleader