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asterias-record-shop · 11 months

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prompt 6? high school sweethearts. dylan o brian ofc. could u do it where maybe the reader is also an actress or something and they are both celebrities. maybe add in a scene where they are in an interview where someone asks them ab how they met or soemtjing and idk it ends with smut lol

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Dylan O’Brien x Fem! Actress! Fiancée! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Dylan had been together since he was shooting YouTube videos, and even replaced Holland as Lydia in Teen Wolf after a family emergency, and had been his partner in every film he shot from American Assassin to Love and Monsters to The Outfit. Besides, who could have better chemistry with Dylan than you?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || Drew Barrymore is now interviewing you and Dylan || nvm I saw an opportunity and took it, you didn’t make it to the interview || smut warnings include hickies, fingering, semi-public sex, car sex, oral, raw sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

“Dylan, we have the interview soon!” You yelled out as you slipped on your dress. You were careful choosing this one out, especially because Drew sent you both a pretty fruit basket and you were insanely excited to talk to her.

“I know!” He yelled out, walking out of the restroom with a towel around his waist and his face cleanly shaven. His hazel eyes were bright as they stared at you smooth the sides of your red dress, the perfect color that suited you amazingly and one he could never look away from. “You look so amazing.”

You paused as you started to put the gold and garnet earrings he got for you as a monthly anniversary present. “Thanks, baby.”

He smiled widely as he walked over, the towel around his waist falling slightly with every step as he came behind you. He was about to press his chest to your back before you glared at him through the mirror.

“If you get this dress wet, we’re going to have problems.” You threaten playfully making him hum as he takes the earring from you and slips it into your ear.

He mumbled, rubbing his hands against your hips after officially securing it on the lobe of your ear. “I’m trying to be romantical here.”

You giggle, ignoring your own words and leaning back into his chest. “There’s ways of being romantical without getting me wet.”

He grinned, his fingers slowly trailing down your thighs. “But making you wet is my specialty, angel cakes.”

You giggled at the nickname, stroking his hair. “Angel cakes? That’s a new one.”

“Got it from our friend MC Mikey,” he grinned at you through the mirror. “Y’know, in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”

You giggle, nodding. “I remember. I like it.”

“Do you now?” His hands slipped underneath your red dress, rubbing at your thighs as he hummed against your neck. “What else do you like?”

“I think I liked the blond,” you say, pushing your hands through his now grown out brown hair. “But I do like you clean shaven.”

He smiled, nodding. “Maybe I’ll go blond again for you,” his fingers slowly pulled up your dress, letting you watch him through the mirror as he let his fingers graze your slit up and down slowly. “Whatever you want me to do, angel cakes.”

You groaned as you tilted your head back, humming as his finger softly trailed over your underwear that you wore specifically not to leave any panty-lines on the dress. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, ignoring the slight wetness that settled on your back that would definitely mean that you’d have to change your dress, which was a shame because you really liked it.

“You need to calm down, Dylan,” you whisper, holding back a whimper as he dipped his fingers into your underwear and his mouth sucked against your neck. “D-Don’t leave hickeys, Dylan, I won’t be able to cover them up.”

“You don’t have to,” he mumbled, humming against your skin. “I like it when people can see them.”

You gasped, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop him, so you hummed with a slight nod. “Just not too many, alright? And not too dark.”

“Whatever you say, angel cakes.”

You giggled as he pushed his fingers through your wet slit, his mouth wide and sucking against your skin as your hands tightly held his wrists, whimpers falling from your mouth as you leaned back into him, gasping. “Y-You need… you need to change, Dylan.”

“Do I have a red suit to match your dress?”

“Y-Yeah, i-it’s Valentino,” you whisper, whimpering. “K-Kinda like the one Pedro wore for the Met Gala, just with pants.”

He laughed, his mouth sucking on your earlobe. “What if we’re just a little late?”

“No, Dylan, she sent us a fruit basket!”

“Fuck her fruit basket,” he basically growled, groaning as he bucked his hips up into you. “Tell me what you chose me to wear, angel cakes.”

“Th-The red oversized coat… red button down, black Valentino tie and some slacks,” you groaned as his thumb slid over your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between two fingers before his mouth pressed to your jaw. “Fuck, Dylan.”

“Who are you imagining wearing that suit, huh baby? Me or Pedro, I know you’ve had a crush on him since Narcos,” he teased you, his tongue peeking out as you groaned. “Me or Pedro, angel cakes?”

You hold his jaw, delicately grazing your teeth over his mole as he groans. “Definitely Pedro.”

You both laughed loudly as he took out his fingers from your panties, a squeal echoing off of the walls from your mouth as he pushed them in between his lips and walked to the walk-in closet. “Are you going to change, baby?!”

“No!” You yelled back, fixing your dress and checking that a wet spot wasn't peeking through. “It’ll dry by the time we get there!”

You put on the gold choker you bought and a gold and diamond bracelet with Dylan’s initials engraved on the nameplate on your wrist, fixing your engagement ring and his rope chain that you had been wearing the past few days. You loved stealing his jewelry, but it’s more like the two of you swapped because as soon as he walked out of the closet dressed like a fucking god with some combat boots on to match Pedro’s, he slipped on a small gold hoop onto the helix of his right ear because of the lack of a needle.

You hummed as you grabbed a stack of hoops from your jewelry box, coming next to him as you kissed his cheek softly, sliding the stack onto the lower area of his helix on his other ear. “I was imagining you, Dylan,” you whisper with a firm tug to his thigh. “I’m always imagining you, baby.”

He smiled at you, holding your cheek with a firm hand and pressing another kiss to your lips. “Well then, we have another thing in common, baby.”

You giggled as he held your hip, guiding you out of the room and down the stairs.

“If your dress isn’t dry by the time we get there, I’ll give you my jacket, okay?”

You hummed, smiling as you both walked out of your home and he helped you into the SUV, quickly sliding into the car and putting his arm around you. “How are we doing on time, angel cakes?”

“We’re running a little late, but not by much. When we get there, we should just have enough time to be fitted with mics and then go on air,” you say, leaning forward to look at your reflection in the rearview mirror. “Dylan! You left, like, a dozen!”

“I left four!” He said, laughing as you started tugging on his jacket. “What, you’re that eager? Mycroft, put up the privacy screen!”

“What? No, no Mycroft, don’t do that!” You yell, your driver laughing as you groan. “I need to cover them up because you’re acting like a fucking vampire and leaving hickies all over me!”

“Here, I’ll give it to you when we get there, alright?” He whispers, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you roll your eyes playfully. “But we still have like fifteen minutes until we get there, angel cakes. Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to use for something else, hm? Repay me for earlier?”

You glared at him, but looked at Mycroft through the mirror. “Will you put the privacy screen up, please Mycroft?”

“Whatever you say, Ms. Y/N.” He reached forward, slowly pushing the button to make the privacy screen go up and a deep sigh left your mouth.

“We have half an hour, maybe more, Dylan,” you say, a smile on your face as you slowly take off your seatbelt. You could feel Mycroft slow down as you kneeled on the seat, slowly unzipping his slacks after unbuttoning them. It didn’t surprise you when his cock immediately bulged through his underwear, a hum leaving your mouth as you licked over the fabric. “Why am I not surprised?”

He groaned loudly, hips bucking as you hushed him softly. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Careful, darling,” you whispered, humming with another soft lick to the growing wet patch on his black briefs. “Our windows might be tinted and the privacy screen might be up, but nothing muffles how loud you’re going to be.”

You giggled as he groaned out, holding the back of your head with a hand covered in golden rings. He hissed as you pulled out his cock, head rolling back as you pumped him slowly just how he liked it, slowly and tightly. Your hand barely went around his girth, your mouth sucking loudly against his pretty tip before licking down the bottom of his shaft.

You could feel his cock pulse in your mouth, pulling him farther down your throat as his hand held your butt, rubbing and pushing into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as his fingertips circle the rim of your entrance, warm and clenching around nothing so desperately.

You couldn't even focus on his cock, choking and gagging around his length as he pulled his fingers away and pushed them into his mouth. His other hand held your waist tightly, his mouth kissing against your shoulder as he leaned down and pushed a finger into you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you bobbed your head, pumping your hands as he slowly pushed in and out of your cunt.

You pulled away for a second, gasping for air as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, teasingly pushing another into your cunt. You basically mewled as both of his fingers pushed in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm you couldn’t stop thinking about as you relax your jaw and bobbed your head around the tip of his cock, pulling it to the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks around it.

He groaned loudly against your shoulder, your mouth enclosed around his length as his other hand held the back of your head and pressed kisses to your shoulder. “Just like that baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

You hummed around his length, thighs shaking as he twisted his fingers inside of you and another circled around your cunt, slowly pushing in another finger that made your cunt clench and a loud moan fell from your lips. “Who’s being loud now, hm? Your cunt is clenching more than usual, are you about to cum?”

You whined, humming around his length as you pulled away, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I am, fuck!”

He groaned as his mouth sucked against your shoulder, leaving another hickey in your skin as you pulled his cock into your mouth, a feeling of emptiness settling in the pit of your stomach as he pulled his fingers out of you, his mouth leaving a blaze of warmth wherever he went and a shudder run down your spine as he bucked his hips.

Your eyes rolled back, a loud groan falling from your mouth making him choke and push you down until your mouth was fully enveloping his cock and giving him a chance to come undone underneath you. You hummed as you continued to bob your head, pulling away just enough so that his cum flooded your mouth.

You pulled away, swallowing as he grinned down at you, his cock still hard. “You know damn well that getting me off once does nothing.”

You giggled as you slowly pushed yourself over his cock, humming as you held his shoulders. “I know.”

He smiled as you slowly held his shaft, hissing as you slowly sank onto his cock, your head tilting back as he held your hips. He pressed soft kisses to your jaw, humming as his fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, his mouth leaving more heat onto your skin which already felt like it was on fire. “Dy-Dylan, I want to take it off,” you whispered, whining. “Take off my dress.”

He smiled, laughing slightly as he held the hem of your dress. “It’s going to take a minute to put it on again, my darling. Are you sure you want to take it off?”

You whined, rolling your hips as he groaned underneath you. “I-It’s just so hot, it’s so fucking hot.”

“I know baby, but I don’t want you stressed out when we get there,” his fingers held your waist, your hips rolling as he slowly took off his seatbelt. “Do you want me to tell Mycroft to turn up the AC?”

You thought about it for a minute, but shook your head. You always got hot whenever he fucked you, or was about to fuck you, his hips strong as he began to thrust. “N-No, just keep fucking me, don’t stop.”

He hummed into your ear, grunting as he held your hips and his mouth attached to the same hickies he had made earlier. “Remember the first time I had you like this? Fucked you in the backseat whenever that stupid movie was playing in the football field, they were trying to take us back to the 80s or some shit?”

You groaned loudly, his mouth making your mind hazy as you bucked your hips into his. “Yeah, I remember. It had to be like our… What, fourth time having sex? You were so desperate.”

“Who’s desperate now, hm?” He says, leaning back and fixing your legs around his waist and grunting as he positioned your hips a little higher, leaning down to press his wet lips to yours. “I know your body gets all hot when you’re desperate. Like you want to cum. You’re desperate, aren’t you? You want to cum again?”

You whined, nodding. “Y-Yes,” your fingers ran over his clothed chest, your head lulling up and down in a pathetic nod. “I want you to fuck me harder, Dylan.”

“Do you?” He teased, groaning as he leaned forward as he pressed kisses to your lips. “I will, I’ll do whatever you want.”

You laughed, pulling his face into your neck. “You’re still so fucking desperate.”

He laughed, his nose nuzzling into your neck as his hips moved faster, just like you wanted him to. He groaned, his mouth still pushing against the same hickies that he had made earlier, his fingers pushing down to rub firm circles into your clit. His cock was pounding into you making your stomach twist and turn, tightening as your walls would clamp down onto his shaft, his broken moans filling the back seats along with the wet squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin against skin.

“I might be desperate,” he grunted, his mouth quickly finding yours to kiss and push his tongue into your mouth, groaning loudly. “But you’re one fucking worthy person to be desperate for. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, falling in love with you quicker than a bitch could say ‘fuck’.”

You laughed as he pulled you closer, his other hand pushing into your hair to pull you in for another kiss, his teeth grazing your lips that were painted with lipstick and his tongue pushing into your mouth making a loud groan leaving your mouth. That combined with the strong thrusts of his hips, his cock imminently and repeatedly ramming into you made your stomach tighten and your nails dig into his back.

His hips slam into you, a loud groan falling from his lips as he choked against your lips, pulling away to inhale deeply. “F-Fuck, I think I made a mess.”

You hummed, feeling his cum flood into your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair before a soft tap on the privacy screen makes both of you stiffen. “We’re here!”

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enchanting-jewel · 10 months

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Lilith

Lilith is the Goddess of:

Love

Demons

Beauty

Wisdom

Life

Rebirth

Fertility

Motherhood

Inner strength

Illumination

Mysteries

Spiritual initiation

The night

The evening star

Vampires

Lilith is said to to be Adams first wife before Eve and was exiled due to her independence and her ways of thinking.

Modern day has taught most to fear her, but her intents are pure. She tells us to take back our power. She calls to us to stand in our truth, embracing our dark and light equally.

She tells us to stop playing small and being afraid of burning too passionately for worry of being misunderstood in the eyes of others. Our fire is not for them she tells us, it is for us!

Lilith represents the dark sexual raw parts of us that are instinctual and ugly. Things we don’t like to acknowledge, but they are as much apart of our being as anything else.

She is a rebel, an exile, a survivor, and she’s not afraid to get what she wants. Despite the negativity that surrounds her in astrology, she’s within each and every one of us and she’s not a source of evil but of power. Embrace your Lilith and you embrace yourself.

Some symbols that represent her are:

Owls

Serpents

Dark Moon

Lilith’s glyph

Crossroads

Some offerings for this deity are:

Incense- sandalwood, rose, mugwort, myrrh, or dragon’s blood

Red, black or purple candles

Images of owls, snakes, bats, cats, and spiders

Crystals- black obsidian, carnelian, red Jasper and garnet

Fruit- apples, grapes, berries and fig

Wine, root beer, rum, liquor and tea

Moon water or storm water

Prayer to Lilith

“Lilith, I invoke you, I adore you, I desire you, Lilith, goddess of darkness, illuminate my temple in black light, Lilith, kindle me in excitement of the flesh under the domain of the mind, Lilith, great mother, sister, lover, give me the cup of knowledge, Lilith, I am drunk from your breasts, I take hold of your majesty, Lilith, timeless abyss, you destroy my fears revealing the secret knowledge, Lilith, unleash your legions against my enemies, Lilith, consume me in your embrace, in the swirly starring horizon.”

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mamayan · 7 months

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Hi !! Congrats on 500 followers ! For the roulette r can I request shigaraki/fem reader for the prompt numbers 1,34,55,63 ? Thank you !

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Tomura Shigaraki

“I’ll make you fucking sorry.” || Wartime || Fresh laundry || Enemies to lovers

tw: NSFW • Coercion • Dubcon • Rough Sex • Mild Humiliation • Unprotected Sex • Fem! Reader

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“Tell me why…” the scratch of untrimmed nails against dry brittle skin made your gums ache.

“A hero is standing in front of me alive,” hard set garnet eyes glowering beneath the fall of soft blue bangs. His figure was hunched, bad posture obvious as he continued to pick at the skin on his neck almost to the point you wondered if it was an obsessive compulsive disorder which plagued him.

“I’m not a hero… at least not anymore. I want to join you.” The silence from the League of Villain’s head was unnerving, unable to guess his emotion due to a severed hand covering most of his face.

“Does this place look like a fucking freak convention? I should dust you and be done with this, why should I have to deal—,” you stupidly interrupted his rambling, panicking that he might reject you.

“Please, the League is the only place I can go to get revenge, I’ll do anything—,” your words seemed to echo, the emphasis you’d placed on anything stopping him. Even the hand clawing a bloody mess into his neck paused.

His eyes sliced over to you again, analyzing you in a new light that set your frayed nerves on end.

You were cute. He couldn’t deny that. Your wide desperate eyes filled with determination had blood pooling into his cock, making him turn and shift so he faced you again.

You watched as he removed the hand from his face, back straightening a bit as he looked up and revealed his face. His cracked raw lips split further as he grinned, eyes crinkling as his features twisted into a nasty gleeful image.

“Anything?”

“Fuck,” he cursed, yanking you up by your hair savagely as you choke out a warbled cry. “Did you just bite me?,” he growls out angrily as he shoves you to the floor. Your swollen lips tremble in fear and anticipation as your watery eyes look up at his imposing figure. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—,” he’s gripping your jaw tight, shutting you up and merciful enough not to place his pinky down least he kill you,

“Sorry?” He mocks, eyes wide and frightening as he looms over your sorry figure. “I’ll make you fucking sorry—,” he hissed, though he wasn’t actually too upset. It was him who had continuously gagged you with his semi-hard cock, using your warm mouth to get himself wet and hard so he could fuck your cunt next. You’d bitten him by accident, hadn’t even broken skin. A sick part of him liked it too, the sharp pain which helped get him fully erect. It just filled him with satisfaction to see your scared visage, worried and attentive to every touch he lays on you.

“Strip already, you’re pissing me off.” He huffs petulantly like a young lord when you hesitate and tremble. “You want to join me? You want your revenge?” He’s goading you, smiling as you swallow thickly but obey nonetheless because you did want those things, and what was your pride anyway?

He liked it, watching the pretty ex-hero strip all on her own for him like a whore. He let you know it too.

“I always wondered if hero pussy would be different,” he spits on your slit, and laughs when he realizes you’re already fairly wet. “Female heroes always flaunt around in those fucking ridiculous spandex outfits, I remember you wore one of those too?” He’s not pushing in, just holding his leaking plush tip against the opening of your pussy as you shakily nod, confusion evident on your features as he nods with a sneer.

“Next time, bring your old costume. I want to fuck you in that too.” You don’t have time to contemplate his words more, because next time should’ve been a major red flag in your mind. Instead you whine as he bullies his way into you, no prep or opening up for your poor hole as he thrusts into your welcoming heat with a loud moan.

He finds purchase on your hips, pinkies raised though he’s not entirely mindful as he feels the squish of your flesh and the tight vice of your cunt clenching around him.

“Yeah,” he almost giggles, groaning and giving an experimental thrust which causes you to jerk and grunt with the force. “Your ex-hero pussy is pretty good~” he leers, keeping one hand on your hip and pawing at your tits with the other as he begins a brutal and mean pace. His pleasure is clearly the forefront of his priorities and it embarrasses you that you also begin feeling good, his cock curved a bit and nailing a sweet spot inside of you that has your toes curling as you choke and try to hide your noises with a hand over your mouth.

He rolls his eyes as he sees it, uncaring as he uses your sweet hole to jerk his cock to completion, losing himself as he messily rolls his hips into your sloppy pussy. “Don’t think I forgot about you biting my cock,” his words register too late before he drops his hand to your cunt, pinching your clit between two fingers and twisting the little nub painfully. You squeal to his delight, high pitched and girlish in your cry that it has his balls drawing tight as he laughs. “Fuck, did you like that?” He’s giddy, the way you clenched up and spasmed from the rough treatment embarrassing but erotic.

“Screw it,” his head falls forward, both hands on your waist, eight fingers digging crescents into your soft skin as he fucks you hard and fast, nearly collapsing when you break and your own orgasm washes over you. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, as he works his cock as deeply into you as possible before filling your womb with a spray of white hot cum.

He flattens you with his weight, sweaty skin sticky against your own as you catch your breath.

You realize this initiation might be more permanent than you’d previously considered.

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astrxlis-archive · 2 years

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in your dreams, whatever they be

summary: soulmates cannot see each others faces when they dream; yet, when they wake, there’s a lingering impression - a scent, a feeling, a trait, maybe even a song. when you dream, what do you see? when you wake, what do you remember?

characters: diluc, venti, xiao, kazuha, scaramouche.

warning: reposted with some changes. loose interpretation on scara’s lore.

notes: i fell asleep during a roadtrip back home and woke up with the afterimage of a dream. also very loosely based on my first impressions of the characters.

DILUC

you float amidst a sea of red. fiery hair, garnet eyes, ruby palms; the sweet scent of wine and campfire. you don’t feel threatened, despite the inherent danger of fire, for it warms your soul, safety resonating deep within your core.

VENTI

the sound of wind chimes, the scent of apples. laughter and music, with soft tunes and softer singing that sets your soul on fire, urging you to dance underneath blue skies and laugh along. you do, and the warm breeze that caresses your skin feels like home.

XIAO

you feel as if you’re inside the eye of a hurricane – a reprieve constrasting the surrounding chaos. there’s raw strength and permeating devotion within striking amber adorned by red. the scent of qingxins follow you throughout the day, the fragmented echoes of a flute on the back of your mind.

KAZUHA

it’s like autumn and spring juxtaposed; the cold end of a cycle, the warm beginning of a new one. a soothing voice, and the scent of maple leafs and open sea breeze. you can’t recall any spoken words, but the poetry recited leaves an impression that remains for days after - sometimes sorrowful loss, sometimes hopeful love, both so strong it makes your heart yearn.

SCARAMOUCHE

the static in your veins reminds you of summer storms, that lull between the darkening of the skies and the actual rain, where only warm wind and bright lightning remain. it’s raw power, barely contained, along with the smell of smoke and blinding anger; yet, when you wake, you don’t know what to do with the deep sense of abandonment and loneliness that overflows from your eyes.

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rielzero · 2 months

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Character Associations

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LOCKE ARTORIUS GAUDE / LOKI WREN 🐙 GREAT OLD ONE WARLOCK

ANIMAL: Rats, Bats and Cats

COLOURS: Purple, Indigo, Violet, White, Black

MONTH: December, January

SONG(S):

Dangerous - Set it Off Red Flags (Run) - Disco Face Wallflower - Artio Bloodshot - Sam Tinnesz Cannibal - Naethan Apollo Sharks - Imagine Dragons Bones - Imagine Dragons Something To Hide - grandson Time is Running Out - Muse Everybody Dies - Billie Eilish THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens EVIL - Melanie Martinez Easy's Never Been This Hard - Citizen Soldier Attention - Charlie Puth Daylight - David Kushner Eat Your Young - Hozier Down With My Demons - Lø Spirit WARNING LABEL - Neoni The Summoning - Sleep Token

NUMBER: 13

PLANTS: Purple Lilies, ivy, Nightshade

SMELLS: Lavender, Cherries, Something Earthy

GEMSTONE: Onyx, Black Garnet

TIME OF DAY: Dusk

SEASON: Fall, Winter

PLACES: Shady & Gloomy, Riversides, Forested, Crypts & Morgues

DRINKS: Cold Water, Red Wine

ELEMENT: Lightning

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Capricorn

FOOD: Probably Bread... (coughs awkwardly)

SEASONINGS: Garlic, salt & pepper. He's Basic.

SKY: Dusty Purple

WEATHER: Rainy, foggy, a little chilly

MAGICAL POWER: Eldritch blast / Vicious Mockery

WEAPONS: Daggers, Shortswords, Rapier

SOCIAL MEDIA: If he had any, it would be a tumblr blog to post spooky witchcraft aesthetic things on.. Or Modern Day Punk/goth fashion.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Eyeliner, a lot of eyeliner and some concealer to hide his facial scars.

CANDY: ....Cherries..?

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Waypoints.. Otherwise, old fashioned walkies. (These boots have seen everything.)

ART STYLE: Emotional, raw

FEAR: Survivor's guilt, solitude, snakes.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Ouroboros

PIECE OF STATIONERY: Colored pens.

THREE EMOJIS: 😒👁🔪

CELESTIAL BODY: Taurus and Orion

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esther-dot · 1 year

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"When he weds 'Arya Stark' at Winterfell, Ramsay wears a black velvet doublet slashed with pink silk and glittering with garnet teardrops. The pink bride's cloak is also spattered with red garnets." "Tyrion wore a doublet of black velvet covered with golden scrollwork, thigh-high boots that added three inches to his height, a chain of rubies and lions’ heads" Both Jon foils wore Targ colors while marrying Stark girls. Bonus Ramsey wore garnets.

and this ask:

Joffery had ruby on his sword while Jon had garnets on his sword. Rhaegar wore black armour with rubies at his breastplate while Jon wore black garbs as a NW brother with garnets on his sword. Interestingly Dany had a dream where she was at Rhaegar's place wearing black armour.

I searched black velvet and rubies and garnets, and those pop up enough that I can’t say there’s a totally consistent pattern in how they’re all used, but the Lannisters are kinda wannabe Targs, as in, the comparison of themselves comes up so it’s certainly on the author’s mind, and their power via violence reign ends as pathetically as the Targs will, so I think the connection is undeniable. And of course, Ramsay is the horror story of what a bastard might do to rise to power, so I think you’re right to notice those similarities. Some quotes:

Tyrion wore a doublet of black velvet covered with golden scrollwork, thigh-high boots that added three inches to his height, a chain of rubies and lions' heads. But the gash across his face was raw and red, and his nose was a hideous scab. "You are very beautiful, Sansa," he told her. (ASOS, Sansa III)

Ramsay Bolton stood beneath them, clad in high boots of soft grey leather and a black velvet doublet slashed with pink silk and glittering with garnet teardrops. A smile danced across his face. "Who comes?" His lips were moist, his neck red above his collar. "Who comes before the god?"

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After a moment of silent prayer, the man and woman rose again. Ramsay undid the cloak that Theon had slipped about his bride's shoulders moments before, the heavy white wool cloak bordered in grey fur, emblazoned with the direwolf of House Stark. In its place he fastened a pink cloak, spattered with red garnets like those upon his doublet. On its back was the flayed man of the Dreadfort done in stiff red leather, grim and grisly. (ADWD, The Prince of Winterfell)

There’s a comment of garnets being more affordable than rubies, so that may be why they’re used here, and that’s why I think Tyrion and the Lannisters comment on this from the Targ angle, and Ramsay mainly from the ambitious bastard side. It gives us commentary on both those aspects of Jon’s identity.

We also have the confirmation of what Martin is doing with the black and red colors elsewhere:

"They will do well enough, I suppose," he told Haldon. "The camp is only three miles south." The Shy Maid would have gotten them there more quickly, but he preferred to keep Harry Strickland ignorant of where he and the prince had been. Nor did he relish the prospect of splashing through the shallows to climb some muddy riverbank. That sort of entrance might serve for a sellsword and his son, but not for a great lord and his prince.

When the lad emerged from the cabin with Lemore by his side, Griff looked him over carefully from head to heel. The prince wore sword and dagger, black boots polished to a high sheen, a black cloak lined with blood-red silk. With his hair washed and cut and freshly dyed a deep, dark blue, his eyes looked blue as well. At his throat he wore three huge square-cut rubies on a chain of black iron, a gift from Magister Illyrio. Red and black. Dragon colors. That was good. "You look a proper prince," he told the boy. "Your father would be proud if he could see you."

Young Griff ran his fingers through his hair. "I am sick of this blue dye. We should have washed it out." (ADWD, The Lost Lord)

In contrast to the Targ black and red, Martin uses white and red for Jon a lot. We’ve joked about him being Snow White because if you look at his chapters/references to him, Martin loves the combo, crimson on ivory, blood on snow....it’s everywhere. There have been metas written about how this connects Jon to Weirwoods via his direwolf who is white with red eyes, and of course, Sansa who also resembles it.

This all, the contrast with Targs and the indication of who he is, begins pretty early on:

The pommel was a hunk of pale stone weighted with lead to balance the long blade. It had been carved into the likeness of a snarling wolf's head, with chips of garnet set into the eyes. The grip was virgin leather, soft and black, as yet unstained by sweat or blood. The blade itself was a good half foot longer than those Jon was used to, tapered to thrust as well as slash, with three fullers deeply incised in the metal. Where Ice was a true two-handed greatsword, this was a hand-and-a-halfer, sometimes named a "bastard sword." Yet the wolf sword actually seemed lighter than the blades he had wielded before. When Jon turned it sideways, he could see the ripples in the dark steel where the metal had been folded back on itself again and again. "This is Valyrian steel, my lord," he said wonderingly. His father had let him handle Ice often enough; he knew the look, the feel.

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They had moved him back to his old cell in tumbledown Hardin's Tower after the fire, and it was there he returned. Ghost was curled up asleep beside the door, but he lifted his head at the sound of Jon's boots. The direwolf's red eyes were darker than garnets and wiser than men. Jon knelt, scratched his ear, and showed him the pommel of the sword. "Look. It's you." (AGOT, Jon VIII)

Rhaegar and Dany are presented as true dragons unlike our boy:

They had come together at the ford of the Trident while the battle crashed around them, Robert with his warhammer and his great antlered helm, the Targaryen prince armored all in black. On his breastplate was the three-headed dragon of his House, wrought all in rubies that flashed like fire in the sunlight. The waters of the Trident ran red around the hooves of their destriers as they circled and clashed, again and again, until at last a crushing blow from Robert's hammer stove in the dragon and the chest beneath it. When Ned had finally come on the scene, Rhaegar lay dead in the stream, while men of both armies scrabbled in the swirling waters for rubies knocked free of his armor. (AGOT, Eddard III)

And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. "The last dragon," Ser Jorah's voice whispered faintly. "The last, the last." Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own. (AGOT, Daenerys IX)

The cream-and-gold dragon was suckling at her left breast, the green-and-bronze at the right. Her arms cradled them close. The black-and-scarlet beast was draped across her shoulders, its long sinuous neck coiled under her chin. When it saw Jorah, it raised its head and looked at him with eyes as red as coals. (AGOT, Daenerys X)

And yes, the ruby/fire/blood thing is bad, not positive as we see with the additional comments Martin makes on this:

His hands were shaking, but he made himself be strong. A maester of the Citadel must not be afraid. The wine was sour on his tongue. He let the empty cup drop from his fingers to shatter on the floor. "He does have power here, my lord," the woman said. "And fire cleanses." At her throat, the ruby shimmered redly. (ACOK, Prologue)

Melisandre was robed all in scarlet satin and blood velvet, her eyes as red as the great ruby that glistened at her throat as if it too were afire. (ACOK, Davos I)

As he neared, she saw that Stannis wore a crown of red gold with points fashioned in the shape of flames. (ACOK, Catelyn III)

King Joffrey sat above them all, amongst the blades and barbs of the Iron Throne. He was in crimson samite, his black mantle studded with rubies, on his head his heavy golden crown. (ACOK, Sansa VIII)

"Some smaller than others." Valyria. It was written that on the day of Doom every hill for five hundred miles had split asunder to fill the air with ash and smoke and fire, blazes so hot and hungry that even the dragons in the sky were engulfed and consumed. Great rents had opened in the earth, swallowing palaces, temples, entire towns. Lakes boiled or turned to acid, mountains burst, fiery fountains spewed molten rock a thousand feet into the air, red clouds rained down dragonglass and the black blood of demons, and to the north the ground splintered and collapsed and fell in on itself and an angry sea came rushing in. The proudest city in all the world was gone in an instant, its fabled empire vanished in a day, the Lands of the Long Summer scorched and drowned and blighted.

An empire built on blood and fire. The Valyrians reaped the seed they had sown. (ADWD, Tyrion VIII)

We know this is also the story of House Targaryen. Dany will go full Targ and end her house forever. Aegon, even if he ultimately rejects the path of his family, likely will die at her hands because of the Targ habit of killing other Targs. And AGOT already told us Jon will not follow the Targ path because Martin is doing something with his ruby vs garnet thing:

As he entered his lord father's solar a few moments later, he heard a voice saying, ". . . cherrywood for the scabbards, bound in red leather and ornamented with a row of lion's-head studs in pure gold. Perhaps with garnets for the eyes . . ." "Rubies," Lord Tywin said. "Garnets lack the fire." (ASOS, Tyrion IV)

As for the guys betrothed to/marrying Stark girls (or a girl believed to be) wearing Targy colors, no idea what that could mean!

Thank you for pointing those contrasts out, anon!

#anti rhaegar #anti daenerys #anti targaryen #jon snow white #jonsa #dot chat #< for filtering

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victorgrwrites · 5 months

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OCS AS OBSCURE REFERENCES

Jack Punch!

ANIMAL: Praying Mantis

COLORS: Black, Purple, Red

MONTH: October

SONGS: Cheval - Igorrr (Instrumentals are really the only thing for him, help)

NUMBER: 5

PLANTS: Henbane, Marigold

SMELLS: Blood, Leather, Cloves, Mint, Geosmine

GEMSTONE: Rubies, Garnets

TIME OF DAY: Sunset

SEASON: Fall

PLACES: Rooftops, Trees, His own room, Enver's workshop

FOOD: Pirozkhi, Raw Meat, Eggs, Pickled Vegetables

DRINKS: Wine, Vodka, Blood, Water

ELEMENT: Fire

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Gemini

SEASONINGS: Thyme, Fennel, Paprika, Basil, Clove, Cinnamon

SKY: Night

WEATHER: Warm and breezy

MAGICAL POWER: Ultimate Assassin (Secret Bard Magic)

WEAPONS: Scimitars, but he'll also use Daggers, Crossbows, Rapiers, and whatever Enver makes.

SOCIAL MEDIA: Sending Device (What do you mean just Enver isn't "social"?)

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Charcoal for the eyelids

CANDY: Sweetbreads. :>

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Dimension Door, Walking, Sewers

ART STYLE: He doesn't necessarily do art, but his aesthetic is 'creepy carnival'.

FEAR: Bhaal's punishment

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Ouroboros

PIECE OF STATIONARY: Vellum, but he also doesn't like writing down things without a purpose.

THREE EMOJIS: He's not really an emoji man.

CELESTIAL BODY: The Moon (Yes, I copped out)

I steal from @gravedigg

#bg3 #bg3 durge #OC: Jack Punch

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rockheadcd · 10 days

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@coiledqueen said: As the Hoenn Battle Frontier's reputation rapidly continues to grow, it's fair to say that the resident Pike Queen hasn't been handling her newfound fame well. She'd missed multiple public appearances and meetings on the mainland, so Scott had arranged a mandatory appointment between her and the region's reigning co-champion, in hopes that Lucy could learn anything useful from the Devon heir. It's clear that Lucy bristles under the increased attention that arrives with fame. However, unfortunately for Scott and poor Steven, she also bristles under authority...to an even worse degree. "...I'm here," she mutters, framed in the doorway of Steven's impressive office. This meeting is much too early for Lucy, and her dark circles and slouched, annoyed posture betray a wild, sleepless night of partying. Her narrowed gaze studies Steven's expression as she casually takes a pull from a pocket flask decorated with purple rhinestones, just daring the co-champ to say anything about her habits. An exasperated sigh rumbles from her throat. "Let's get this over with already." / inbox call!

Give her a good push in the right direction, it'll be fine! he said. Steven's brow quirked high during the call that led him here, in the privacy of the league administration's tower of mostly decorative windows and rooms. Pleasantries of one-sided windows. Even Steven himself wasn't here all that often, nor his office at the Devon Corporation. Somehow, there's a considerable number of stones that had crawled it's way from Mossdeep to Evergrande.

Admittedly, he laughed during that call.

The teapot calling the kettle black, he pointed out, but, maybe that in itself was why he sought out Steven over his counterpart. One was better at diffusing situations, the other was better at escalating them. Scott was a goofy guy, but he wasn't stupid.

In fact, he's one of the people that Steven respects greatly. Besides, the Battle Frontier was Scott's own product. He had no obligation to ring up Hoenn's co-champion, be it legal or financial. Perhaps it was a mix of somewhat shared ideals and the fact Steven had a way with words. Even he didn't know, but made the agreement nonetheless. However, Steven can't help but feel that Scott did not... prepare him for this well enough.

( my, my )

He's impressed that she managed to make it with both eyes still open, nothing less than a walking train wreck—that is, he's not going to look down upon her for appearances alone. He knows better. Instead, he sits back, twiddling a cluster of raw garnet between his fingers. It barely appears to be a rock worth observing at all, with the deep, dusted red appearing near black in it's uncut state. The rest just looks like a muddle of earthy tones. Nothing special at all on the surface. "Take a seat, I've got some ibuprofen if you need it, by the way." Normally, he'd give her the proper handshake and standing ovation as one of the selected Frontier Brains of Hoenn, but she's not in the mood. Steven doesn't blame her. "Cute flask."

It begins to dawn on him why Scott had asked him to give her some of her time, and the raw garnet slipping between his fingers catches and halts between his index and middle finger.

"Anyway.. Scott's told me you've got a few no-shows lately," he says with a slight cant to his head, "But I wanna hear it from you. How's the Pike Queen treating you?"

#coiledqueen #🌙 ━ / asks.#💎 ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌! / steven ic.#i won't lie i'm frothing at the mouth. these two personalities should not be allowed in the same location. bites my hands.

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omg hi! so i had a dumb question. on ur alastair fic the one where his eyes are like rubies, what were the other gems mentioned?????

omg hello! this is totally not a dumb question AT ALL! and i’ll always take a chance to talk about rocks and minerals!

so first his eyes are compared to rubies, which they look like this:

so the ones on the left are cut and pretty and the others on the right are raw.

rubies i feel are like kinda known, they’re on the more expensive side, they are a harder gem and i think it’s julys birthstone. spiritually they are known to promote love, health and wealth and knowledge. which i think is fitting for alastor. at least in the fics context.

then we have the gem garnet mentioned:

cut and pretty on the left, raw-ish (because they look shiny and tumbled so i’ll go ish) on the right.

garnets are less expensive, they’re a softer gem if i remember correctly and they are the birthstone for my january friends! spiritually they help with passion and love, as well as success and positive energy.

NOW!

what’s the difference between rubies and garnets???

i found a graphic to show:

so essentially garnets are a little deeper in color, which is why i added them on the comparison list for ol’ al’s eyes.

the third one though, that i admittedly added in after posting is red beryl.

cut and pretty on the left and raw on the right. essentially red beryl is the rarest beryl because it’s red. it’s normally marketed as a scarlet emerald. like one carat of red beryl can sell for like $20k, BUT it’s so damn pretty!!!

it’s softer than a ruby and spiritually can be used to help passion and boost your confidence!

the color is like a mix of the cherry of rubies but the depth of garnets and it just looks so much like alastor’s eyes. 😭🤩😍

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sakuramidnight15 · 1 year

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-HSA OC Information-

Character Bio

Name: Riyon Gushiken

(Japanese: 具志堅りよん)

Romaji: Gushiken Riyon

Quote: "Patience before you act, otherwise curiosity gets the best of you."

V/A: Kengo Kawanishi (Japanese)

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Birthday: April 19

Star Sign: Aries

Eye Color: Crystal Teal (His Normal Eye Color)

Garnet Red (Second Eye Color and Half-Myth power activation)

Hair Color: Pastel Lilac

Height: 182 cm

Race: Half Human, Half Myth/Hybrid

Species: Bubak

Homeland: Wintergreen Village (The fourth country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: William Gushiken (Father)

Fanwan Gilligan (Father)

Yuuan Gilligan (Younger Sister)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Kowainyan (@silent-dragon)

School Year: Second

Class: 2-E

Student no. 13 (A transfer student)

Occupation: Student

Helper of the Family's Inn

Part-time Delivery Boy

Official Sniper Inventor of the SIDC (Meaning: Supernaturals Investigation Department Center)

Club: Basketball Club

Best Subject: Social Media, Mental Artes, and Science

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous (Mostly his left hand)

Favorite Color: Lavender, Pastel Blue, and Black

Favorite Food: Chao Fan Rice (From Lynette's Family Restaurant), White Glazed Donuts, Dark Chocolate Milkshake, Sushi (Various, but mostly Raw Fish), Chili Flavored Food (Mostly), Earl Grey Candy

Least Favorite Food: Burnt Food (Mostly), Steamed Shrimp, Sour Candies, Kiwi Juice, Too Salt-ness, Mushy Rice, and Thick Frosting (From Cakes),

Likes: Relaxing in whichever areas (Mostly but indoor locations), Making Sushi, Poetic Writing, Saying wise choices (Mostly), Training with Heavy Lifts, Asian Styled Writing, Listening to Wind Chime Music, Sleep (Mostly),

Dislikes: Chaos Shenanigans, Noisy Places (Mostly), Losing Sleep, Ruffled Clothes (Not folded), Grammer Mistakes, Too much sunlight (Of course, Heatstroke), Getting Annoyed at,

Hobbies: Self-care remedies, Training with Heavy Weights (Mostly), Asian Styled Writing (Mostly), Poetry (Mostly), Making Sushi, Napping, Reading Ancient Languages, Wise Choice Speaking (Mostly, but it might be confusing sometimes),

Talents: Transforming into his half-myth form, Ghost-sight Ability, Dark Magic, Solo Sleuth, Silent Third-eye, Shadow Blender, Shadow Hunter, Sleeping Ability,

Nicknames: Rion or Rio (From her family and friends)

Riyon-senpai or Gushiken-senpai (From the freshmen students and mostly for Lynn and her friends)

Mr. Gushiken (From the SIDC workers and trainers)

Rino (From Fursat and Freya)

Mr. Ro-Ro (From Kaytlinn - @kurov3sochouse)

Other Nicknames:

N/A

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Riyon has a semi-tall and slender male body figure, however underneath that slenderize figure is a muscular up-put underneath his clothes that he wears on a daily basis, eventually it isn't noticed every time. He has long pastel lilac-colored hair which he ultimately ties into a half-cut ponytail. He has crystal teal-colored eyes which can turn garnet red whenever he uses his half-myth abilities. Riyon has a calming aura demeanor though he tends to be poetic with his choices.

Appearance: Riyon was born as the oldest child and son in his family lineage, eventually his family runs one of the few relaxing inns within one of the high mountain-top skirts of Wintergreen Village, a popular location where tourists can relax during their stays in the solid cold lasting winter within the Island of Enchantment. During his childhood, he was eventually young to help his parents and workers despite his appearance as a child. Still, his nature had somewhat appreciated his family and workers during their busy days.

By the time his younger sister is born, he's often seen with his parents raising the infant but mostly watches her over. Apparently, as a child, he had tiny bits of a child role as the eldest but it slowly turned into a calm and slightly wise demeanor in the present.

Riyon's personality in the present eventually holds a personality of being the typical silent kid but when being interacted with one another, he then responds in a calmer tone, eventually sounding as if there isn't a slight emotion in there, eventually he seems to know how to read the mood often sometimes, especially when handling most of his half-myth companions' chaos tendencies.

Not much of his main personality breaks that much in his daily life just to remember, especially when chaos at whatever time or day is upfront. He's more fully the kind to see how things get going more than stopping it though, but there are days that he ended up being dragged along at whatever time but mostly it doesn't bother him much with his friends.

On his normal basis of interactions, it's whether he talks normally mostly however the description of advice talking, which mostly sounds poetic and calm and is mostly relaxing to hear, eventually he rarely raises his voice and whenever he talks often is loud and audible to be heard for others such as his co-workers to hear him. And eventually, he's sometimes supportive and often chilled out on a daily basis.

His main personality may not falter, however, his aura will change depending on his interaction without expressing it. However, as a ghost-myth, his aura eventually darkens depending on its mood and atmosphere within the room. He may now show it however many can feel for the fact that he's either pissed or in fact moody, but to not pressured it further or the last thing you'll witness and feel that it is the air running cold his presence in your last minute slumber.

Understanding and very poetic sometimes, but his friends might agree that he needs to express himself a bit more.

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Trivia

-The name 'Riyon' means in Indian origin, means an immense beauty of Heaven. While his surname 'Gushiken' means Often taken to mean "strong-willed" or "of firm determination".

-He's based on Hyakki-hime/Damona from the series (Both Yokai-Watch and Shadow Side).

-He is mostly neutral with his chosen dormitory and his dorm mates.

-Is often seen with his fellow ghost-myth or his co-workers around the campus but inside of the halls.

-He mostly stays indoors, especially on a hot summer day.

-He mostly practices his poetry but does it alone, and does not like being disturbed by anyone.

-Kaytlinn is often confused by his words of advice, it's either he translates it or Fursat does it for him.

-He and Fursat often meet up at libraries on a weekend basis.

-His younger sister often writes him letters to keep in touch with one another.

-Respects Manase as his rank captain within the SIDC, he's often seen with Jovanni or Hbiki at break work mostly.

-Rarely shouts however but can scream but not loudly.

-Can make sushi for snacks or lunch, he and Lynette make asian or rice food together at weekends.

-Was a victim in a heavy avalanche issue around the mountain on one snowy evening around midnight when he went outside. Had received a four-week hospitalization.

-Is often fond of anything Asian-related, but is most fond of different types of traditions such as its clothing or its history.

-His writings are mostly in Chinese or Japanese kanjis, beautiful and understand to read through.

-Is mostly a bird lover, has a pet hummingbird named 'Pilo', and is currently being watched over by his parents and his younger sister.

-His voice sounds calm and relaxed however the tone darkens whenever he's in a bad mood. Which is why I chose Kengo Kawanishi to be his voice actor.

-Knows how to wear a yukata.

-Can do a silent reading for a minute and understand the meaning behind its poetry.

-Can carry tons of weights, surprise that he has good upper strength on both legs and feet to keep his balance firmly.

-Often naps whenever he loss some amount of sleep.

#mc #oc #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #gacha club #gacha games #bio #character information #hourglass station academy #hsa #riyon gushiken #rio #gacha club mod

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MJA OC : BAHIRA ASIM

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

Gender : Female

Age : 14

Birthday : April 3

Starsign : Aries.

Height : 156 cm.

Eye color : Garnet Red.

Hair color : Pearl Grey.

Homeland : Scalding Sands.

Family : Unnamed Father

Unnamed Mother

Kalim (Eldest Brother)

Atleast 30 siblings.

PROFESSIONAL STATUS

School year : Fifth.

Class : 5-B

Student no. 2

Occupation : Student

Pokémon Trainer

Research Fellow.

Pokémon Breeder.

Club : Singing and Music Club.

Best Subject : History

FUN FACTS

Dominant Hand : Right.

Favorite Food : Malasadas.

Least Favorite Food : Raw Fish.

Dislikes : Being Compared to Kalim.

Hobby : Singing.

Talents : Nursing Baby Pokémon.

HISTORY

Bahira is one of the children of the Asim family, a family line of well-renown merchants in Silk City. Her family is noted to be a multimillionaire household that has served an important role in Silk City for generation after generation, having been one of the first families to bring progress to their city. Though despite her family name being well-known, Bahira is one of the neglected middle children of the family where they didnt have that much acknowledgment from their parents since they mostly pay more attention to the eldest and the youngest of the children.

The whispers of love and comfort that her mom used to give her when she was younger is the only thing she remembered clearly of the love she was deprive of as she grew. She could still remmeber the song her mom used to sang to her, about a whole new world to see.

Upon growing up, Bahira grew closely to Najma, Jamil's younger sister and become best friends (for real) and even sisters in all but blood. They always have eachother and have a more healthier relationship than Jamil and Kalim due to Bahira not being a first-born but nonetheless still has some small complications since she is still an Asim. Both of them shared the same complications of their brothers, though for different scenarios, with Najma worrying over Jamil's wellbeing while Bahira is jealous of Kalim and is trying to ignore him.

When she was still young, Bahira would always go to Kalim for comfort whenever she has a bad dream but as time pass, she is the one beeing seeked out for by her younger siblings as she is no longer one of the younger siblings. At a young age, she grew up with a very excellent knowledgeable mind and a mature persona that had helped developed her motherly traits.

She and Najma applied for MJA without everyone, for two different with Bahira wanting to take the chance to get away from her Family and to start somewhere new but it was flew out of the window when a Mail Delivering Tropius had delivered her acceptance letter to her infront of her kin. There was a party soon after that, courtesy of her parents and Kalim, celebrating her acceptance to the academy with Bahira wanting to disappear. During the middle of the celebration party, where everyone was still partying on, Bahira and Najma had snuck off and decided to have their own party ; by singing and dancing to the songs of their liking and watching the stars quietly at night until they have to go back before anyone notices their gone.

PERSONALITY

Unlike her eldest brother, Bahira is more calmer and reserve by nature than Kalim. She is very diligent and a good observer in what she does, like studying and researching, especially on the subjects she is very passionate about and that her job as a research fellow depends on it. Growing up in looking after her younger siblings who are under the "middle child circle", Bahira had developed a recognizable motherly persona and a caring & nurturing traits towards kids, underclassmen and pokemon, in which many people, like Najma, always pointed out that she is like a doting mother.

Bahira is also mostly distant towards certain types of people, specifically her family like her parents and Kalim. She knows that her parents love her and she knows very well that Kalim loves her aswell but due to their lack of attention towards her, and that they only seem to check up on her and her pokemon only for a short while, Bahira dosent exactly have the strongest of connections with them and prefers to have some distant between eachother. Despite all of that, Bahira is very loyal to those she loves and is very close to, willing to sacrifice her time from researching to spend time with them.

SKILLS AND MAGIC

Maternal Instincts - Bahira is a natural in taking care of someone, already have the knowledge of the basic needs that one needs at a certain state due to taking care of her younger siblings when growing up at home.

Keen Intellect - Being one of the top students at her year/grade, Bahira never spares a second to indulge herself in acknowledging at certain subjects and topics that had caught her attention and had helped her through various education and solving situations.

Keen Observation - Through her curiosity about pokemon, Bahira developed an eye for details in what she sees and hears.

Singing - Bahira is talented in singing, just like her siblings, as she would sing lullabies to calm down the baby pokemons.

UNIQUE MAGIC

Unkown at the moment for she has yet to developed her Unique Magic.

POKÉMON TEAM

Mama Bear or M. B. And Baby Bear or B.B. - Kangaskhan

M.B. and B.B are actually the first ones to approach Bahira.

The little one had actually wonder off away from it's mama and had bump into Bahira, who, was both curious and in awe of the little guy, quickly smother him with cuddles and snacks that she brought along with her.

The Kangashkan knew it's trainer is of need of parental love, feeling it in it's gut so she and her baby always make sure to give her enough live that she needs.

Bahira was abit unsure about how M.B treats since she is not use to it before but she later on used to it and tbh, appreciate it. She even had found a Mega stone and key stone for both of them to show her thankfulness to the Kangaskhan.

Ali - Oshawott

Bahira named the little Oshawott after a song that goes by the same name. Ali was adorable and a very sweet Oshawott but sometimes, he gives Bahira headaches and an inkling feeling that he reminded her of a certain vrother....

Ali is a curious spirit, always wandering off to see new things and new worlds that he had never seen before which can lead to him mindlessly going into danger and being clumsy. He loves music and would always put on music of it's liking on ans dance to it like it was having a party.

He is always under supervision to make sure that he isnt wandering off somewhere. Bahira loves Ali to bits but sometimes she feels like she is already getting old with him.

Oasis - Unknown

Bahira was given the egg by the Professor of the isle she is a Research Fellow to.

The egg is always by Bahira's or any of her pokemon's side to make sure it is safe, it even is seen with her on a carrier.

Faiza - Indeedee (Female)

Faiza and Bahira meet when the latter and Najma had witnessed the pokemon's poor treatment by it's trainer.

Faiza and her fellow male Indeedee companion werent exactly treated fairly by their trainer, always been frowned upon by her and was never firstly picked during battles.

Both of them were mostly used to serve her only, which is supposed to be good for their kind but they treated poorly. Soon after, they were let go by their trainer and was founded by Bahira and Najma.

Faiza is happier as ever to be founded by a kind Trainer, her companion feels the same way aswell with Najma. Though she is still serving and helping Bahira, she is treated more fairly and was given the best treatment like fair rests and gifts that Bahira would give her from time to time like ribbons and new tea leaves.

If anything happens to Bahira, Faiza will make sure in her power that she will protect no matger what.

Sandy - Flygon

Sandy was Bahira's first pokemon egg that she had ever cared for. Bahira was given Sandy as an pokemon egg by the same Professor when she asked to take care of it.

Sandy was not that much of a handful growing up but Bahira did find it hard to find him due to he's habit of wandering off.

The Flygon is the watcher of the group or the second parent of the group as he would always watch them high above to make sure that nothing bad will happen.

He is always a kind and caring pokemon, helping M.B and Faiza in making sure that Bahira is not overworking herself.

TRIVIA

Bahira's name is Arabic for "brilliant", reflecting her intelligence and may also be a reference to the "Pokemon : Diamond and Pearl" games and anime.

Her and Najma's relationship is different of that of their brothers, more healthier and even.

Bahira hates raw fish due to an excident in the Camel Bazaar where a salesman excidently had let go of a net of newly catched and slippery fish that had landed on Bahira when she was shopping with Najma.

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