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pbnmj · 9 months
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noir fanartists deliberately ignoring how he doesn't need glasses anymore is so funny to me. i hope we all think he's blind as a bat
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ju1ian · 2 months
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Double date ❤️
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country-n-sassy · 11 months
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You, me, and whiskey....
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What's your whiskey drink of choice?
Jameson for me 🥃
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haywire-hetfield · 3 months
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So sulky
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minifruits · 18 days
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JJ gets to be gorgeous
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celticculture · 8 months
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trava1505 · 7 months
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It's not your fault
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berryzxx · 4 months
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could you do some Grayson Hawthorne as a kid hcs 🤭 (when you have time ofc lovely x)
(so i found this idea super cute and might have done it earlier than i was planning. Hope u like it xx)- these also vary in age so some go from teenage years to 4-5
Grayson Hawthorne Headcanons- when he was younger
He took ages to sleep. Playing chess games with himself, trying to draw the world map by memory literally did anything to fall asleep faster
Sometimes when he had nightmares he would just lay in bed knowing that Jameson would come to his room first. Once he did they would talk about things (never about their nightmares) but just in general. Once he knew Jameson was asleep he would finally sleep as well
Always took care of Xander even if it meant being the uptight brother
Wanted his mothers attention so would draw her cute cards and gave her flowers that he had dug up from the gardens
When he was bored, if his grandfather was at home he would follow him around sometimes discretely to see what he did and how he acted (he wanted tips on what to do once he got the fortune)
Being super young, Grayson sometimes wondered down corridors, just so he could get lost and then maybe he would get a little attention and someone would come find him
Instead he just found his way back to his room because obvs he's extremely smart
He also made up a lot of games for him, Xander and Jameson to play when they were younger
Always asked Nash for advice before doing anything because he didn't want to do it wrong
Never or barely cried in front of everyone because he didn't want to be seen as weak
He was a quiet child in class but always put his hand up to give the answer
Liked it when Jameson joined his school because Jameson was able to make friends in a heartbeat with literally everyone
Didn't trust his friends completely but he did enjoy spending time with them
His favourite extra curricular was Photography which he had joined because he had wanted to create memories that lasted forever
He is naturally good at drawing/art.
When he was small and the boys had a maid he would tell her "Please could you style my hair so it looks neat?" Cared about his presentation when he was like 6 years old
Also was always so so polite. His teachers always complimented his manners in parent meetings
Great at sports especially cricket but he's not really a fan of how long the game is
Whenever he wanted something he would whisper it at first "Could I please have the crayon?" He had to repeat himself like twice before the other children could hear him
Wasn't necessarily a shy child but he was quiet compared to Jamie
Jamie and Gray always get compared by teachers "You sure he's your brother? He's the complete opposite"
Anytime any child made eye contact with him he would give them the sweetest smile his dimples showing.
He didn't have very close friends but everyone in the class liked him so he was voted for class president quite a few times
His uniform was always so clean like there would not be a spot of dirt on his clothes. He was a clean child.
Unlike Xander who always had paint splotches down his shirt
When Xander was super young like 4 years old, all 3 of them would go to Nash's room and make him read a bed time story on Saturday nights
Slowly this tradition changed to Grayson also getting a part in reading. Xander and Jamie would fall asleep and so whenever it was Jameson's turn to read he had fallen asleep
Nash would ask if he wanted to sleep here as well but because Grayson likes to be independent he would leave to his own room- half an hour later he would creep into Nash's room and sleep next to Xander
Also still liked spending time by himself. Finding a comfy corner in the library to read his favourite book to escape for a bit- he would usually find Jamie here as well seen as though he loves reading
When he was quite young he insisted on having an opticians appointment because he thought people with glasses were smarter. Of course he turned out to have 20-20 vision.
He is the most hot fucking person in the whole of Hawthorne house (had to add this because i couldn't leave it at 29😭)
(and yes i am getting to my other grayson requests soon everyone! xx)
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renjall · 4 months
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Random pics of my OTP. 🖤✨
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robobarbie · 11 months
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“Are you even listening to me, Alstone?”
“Hm? Sure, yeah.”
“Fucking office romances.”
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oliversrarebooks · 7 months
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The Rare Bookseller Part 21: Jameson's Threat
Masterlist
September 1925
TW: Captivity, mind control, hypnosis, abusive language, dehumanization
"Oh, he's much too rich for me. I just wanted to take a look at him, see how the ultra-wealthy eat."
"It's nice to see such a high-quality thrall. I'll admit, I'm impressed."
"I think he'd be a bit wasted on me. The sort of thrall you only bring out when there's fancy company, if you catch my meaning."
"I'm always on the lookout for a thrall that can be trusted with household matters, and I think he'd get along well with my Daisy."
Oliver spent what seemed like an eternity being poked and examined and remarked upon by vampire after vampire, all dressed in their Sunday best (not that vampires, he supposed, went to church) and all eager to catch a glimpse of the marquee merchandise. He bowed and introduced himself and tried to make himself appealing and subservient, and every time he wavered even slightly, Miss Lily was there to quiet him. He couldn't count on Lord Alexander, and he had to be sold, or risk a worse fate. That much was more than clear to him.
He derived at least some small comfort by the fact that he was in such high demand. He'd never experienced anything like it, always being the sort of person who was small and quiet and overlooked, even as far back as grade school.
"So this garbage is what passes for a luxury thrall in this city?" The vampire was pale as a ghost, with watery brown eyes and an expensive looking suit.
Distress shot through Oliver at the growled question. "I'm -- I'm sorry, sir, if I've offended --"
"Ugh, the thing talks," he said with a look of utter disgust. "I don't know why they allow this at a high-end auction. I don't need my livestock begging for their lives."
"Many of the patrons of our auction are looking for thralls capable of handling household chores, so we always offer some with their minds intact," said Miss Lily, in a tone that didn't fully mask her annoyance. "You're welcome to look at some of our other offerings if you're interested in fully erased humans."
"All the erased here are low grade, barely fit for a gutter leech. I'm not paying good money for bad blood. I could just have this one erased after I buy him," said Lord Jameson.
No level of trance was going to keep Oliver from panicking at that. "Sir -- but --"
"Quiet," said Lord Jameson, and the word sank Oliver -- not like when Miss Lily did it, but like being pulled under quicksand, chest constricted, struggling to breathe. "You'll be erased, rendered mute and illiterate, and live in my pens, and you'll be grateful for it. Dumb cattle."
Oliver gasped for air, the room spinning around him. He thought he'd escaped that fate. He'd consoled himself that was going to end up a servant, not necessarily the life he would have chosen, but a tolerable one. He thought he'd avoided having his precious intelligence stolen from him, being turned into nothing more than an animal. He was a fool. He'd always be in that sort of danger as long as he lived among vampires.
His knees hurt. He realized the reason why a second later -- he'd hit them on the wooden floor as he'd collapsed.
"Lord Jameson, I'm going to have to ask you to refrain from traumatizing the merchandise until you've paid for it!"
"As if he --"
Oliver's head was swimming. The voices around him became muffled. He felt as if he was outside his body, watching himself faint. Then everything went black.
"Oliver. Oliver!"
His eyes snapped open. Miss Lily was pulling him to a sitting position. He looked around frantically, but --
"I saw Lord Jameson out. He's gone," she said. "Damn him! You were doing so well."
"Is he --" said Oliver, coughing, his mouth dry. "Is he going to -- is he going to buy me, sir?"
"Here. Water," said Miss Lily, offering him a cup. She rubbed his back soothingly as he drank. "He may try. I can't promise you he won't. And he is rich. But there are others interested in buying you as well."
"I'm sorry, Miss Lily, but I don't want him to -- "
"I know. I understand. Take a deep breath for me, Oliver, and be quiet."
He did as she instructed and welcomed the blankness that invaded his mind.
"Oliver, dear, look at me," she said, and her fingers were fluttering in front of his face. "Watch. Back and forth. You're so tired. Sleepy. Watch my fingers. Making you sleepy," she said in a rapid patter. "Relax. Sleepy. Back and forth. Eyes are closing. Watch my fingers. Getting sleepy. Shut your eyes. Go to sleep."
The hypnotic commands overwhelmed Oliver's already overwhelmed mind, and his eyes fell shut, his head resting on Miss Lily's shoulder.
"That's it, Oliver. Just take a little nap and you'll feel so much better. Forget about what just happened. Let it grow hazy in your mind. Sleep and forget, dear, sleep and forget."
There wasn't any real comfort here, just a vampire hypnotizing him into complacency, but even an artificial peace was better than none. He allowed his thoughts to slip, the memory of what had just occurred to dull. He curled against Miss Lily, who patted his hair with a cold hand and whispered suggestions of sleep in his ear.
"Oliver, Oliver dear, are you feeling better now?" Miss Lily's voice sounded like it was coming from far away. "I have an old friend who wants to see you. Wake up."
He rubbed at his eyes, wondering how long he'd been out for. He was still in a showroom, Miss Lily holding the chain of his handcuffs, and he wasn't... quite... sure what had just happened, only that it had been awful.
Miss Lily helped him to his feet. "Thanks for waiting, Ruth. He's normally a doll, but we ran into a little trouble with Jameson."
"Oh, it's no trouble!" The nearby vampire was wearing a well-tailored suit and had a fashionable bob cut. "Jameson also makes me wish to curl up into a ball and die, so I fully understand." The two laughed.
Lord Jameson. Yes. That had been it. He had threatened Oliver with a fate far worse than death. Thanks to Miss Lily, it seemed further away, bearable. After all, Lord Jameson was only one of several people who were interested in buying him.
"Pleased to meet you, sir," Oliver said, bowing to Miss Ruth.
"How polite and dapper," Miss Ruth said. "Let me take a good look at you." She took Oliver's chin and turned it back and forth, looked him deep in the eye, then grasped his arms to have him turn around in a circle, his ball gown swishing. "Fine stock. Excellent blood. And you say he has his intelligence still?"
"Yes, his mind is well-preserved, if I do say so myself," said Miss Lily. 
"Excellent." Miss Ruth had an odd gleam in her eye as she addressed Oliver. "I'm a lawyer, boy, and my thralls pull double duty as my clerks. If I buy you, I'll work you to the bone. Paperwork up to your neck, filing as far as the eye can see. You won't get that with any other vampire here. What do you think of that?"
So, effectively the opposite of Lord Jameson -- but the normal unappealing prospect of spending the rest of his life doing unpaid clerical work for a vampire seemed like paradise compared to having his mind wiped and living in an animal pen. "I'd be honored that you appreciate my intelligence, sir."
She nodded approvingly. "Good answer, boy. Let's see how well trained you are. Eyes on me. Name and date of birth."
"Oliver Pines, July 1, 1899, sir."
"What's the capital of Vermont, New York, Florida?"
"Montpelier, Albany, and uh -- Tallahassee. Sir."
"Three branches of the government."
"Legislative, executive, judicial, sir."
"Stand on one foot and hop three times."
He dutifully did so, thankful that he hadn't been given women's shoes to wear as his stockinged foot thumped on the floor. There was something strangely nice about being commanded like this, of having his simple obedience rewarded.
"Well done. Now go to sleep." She snapped near his ear, and Oliver was out like a light, caught in Miss Ruth's arms. "Awake." And he was up again, blinking.
"Yes, he'd do, he'd do quite well. I'm sure he'd easily pick up the training he needs," she said. "Shame about the price, but we'll see."
"I hope I can be of service to you, sir," said Oliver. Any option in the mix that reduced his chances of being purchased by Lord Jameson was fine by him.
Part 20 >> Masterlist >> Part 22
Thanks for reading this story of Oliver's distress.
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hiamnoal · 6 months
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I know GiGi and Rohan are two of the POVs, but I hope with so much desperation that the third POV is Grayson. Like, after The Brother's Hawthorne, I want more of him. Like, I want his thoughts and I want his feelings. He's been hurt, and I want to see how he might deal with potential help. Will he push it away? At first, probably. But will it sow a seed of doubt in him that maybe he should have accepted it? Ik I'm onto absolutely nothing here and it's dumb to be saying this, but I really want it
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flower-zombie-rob · 1 year
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Ego redesigns I may or may not stick with!
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haywire-hetfield · 22 days
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James: I should've left at you at that street corner where you were standing. Jason: But you didn't.
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gadawg-404 · 28 days
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St. Patrick’s Day Is Loading
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