#i too am a smell orientated person

[dear-ao3]

hey since yall are cologne experts (or one of u is idk) what cologne do you recommend to confuse ppl abt my gender

I need a scent that is feminine AND masculine all at once

aright so i am not a cologne expert whatsoever (not sure where you got that one from honestly) but i do happen to have a friend who works at a perfume store and when i asked her to weigh in her opinion on this she was absolutely delighted and wrote you all a novel on how to choose the right fragrance

(very fair warning, this is quite long)

Lessons in Fragrance (by Roza, Saph’s friend)

Buckle up buttercups because I’m about to learn you a thing or two about scent! I used to work at one of the largest “niche” perfumeries in the New England area so I’m like kinda qualified to give advice on fragrance I guess lol

1.scents will smell different on skin than on tester papers due to the fragrance interacting with your body chemistry so something you like on paper you might not like on your skin and vice versa! It’s always important to test on your skin before you buy, most websites that sell fragrance will sell a sample size for a few bucks or even a sample set for $20-$60 depending on how many samples and how high end the brand is! 

2. At the end of the day fragrance (how many times will I say this word probably at least 50) is gender neutral. Cologne versus perfume (or aux de parfum) just denotes how strong the scent will be and how long it will last. The order of weakest to strongest is: aux de toilette, room sprays, linen sprays Essential oil fragrances Cologne Perfume, aux de parfum 

3. there are many types of fragrances some examples of overarching categories are: gourmand: smells like food in some way Fougére: “traditionally masculine” Floral: predominantly flower notes Green: outdoorsy but more grassy and earth based Woodsy: outdoorsy but more tree and wood based Aquatic: notes that create scents reminiscent of bodies of water, ambergris is a common note Oriental: earthy, musky, and warmer notes usually having some sort of amber note Spicy: having heavy spice notes wheather it be peppery or your traditional baking spices These are just some of the most common categories of fragrance.

4. additional to categories, fragrance is further broken down into different sizes and different note tiers with each having its own wear time: you have your top notes, heart notes, and base notes. True to name top notes are the notes of scent you first smell. As the fragrance starts to settle the heart notes will become more prominent as the top notes fade. The base notes have the most longevity and will usually be the hints that you can smell even several hours later.

Sizes: tester sizes tend to be 2-5mL of product. The 4 most common denominations that fragrance come in are a 10-15mL (travel size), 30-35mL (smaller side but still decent amount), 50-60mL (pretty standard size and good amount), 100mL (“full size” and will last a hot sec) Based on personal experience: I’ve had a 30mL fragrance that I wear daily last for about 2 months, I have an 88mL that I wear about once a week that has lasted a year and a half (with 3/4 of a bottle still left), I have 10mL travel sizes that last about 2-3 weeks with daily wear, I have a 50mL that I wear weekly and on occasion use as a room spray too that’s lasted about a year (still have 1/4 bottle left). When talking about wearing the fragrance is talking about one spray per wrist, then tapping them together (NOT rubbing) to help distribute the scent. Sometimes I add an additional spray on my neck. There is never a reason to spray fragrance on your full body b/c it can then become to overwhelming and you’ll be a walking hazard to society (think a 12 yo boy with axe body spray). On occasion if you know it will be a sexy night a spray of fragrance on the ankle can go a long way especially if your legs will be hooked around someone’s head.

5. now without further ado below are Roza’s recs for gender confusing fragrances. I will include the name of the fragrence and line/company, some of the notes, and price point! disclaimer: I am only really familiar with niche fragrances not mainstream or “drugstore”, “department store”, “your typical designer” fragrances

The Recommendations:

My recs: I can’t grantee the spelling on all of these but c’est la vive, the listings are as follows: name of fragrance, line (if applicable), company, maybe a fun fact about the company or scent, description of notes and/or story of how to describe the scent, price point with size of bottle

supernatural #6: by Caswell Massey the oldest American perfume company, was a fragrance worn by George Washington, it is a very clean herbaceous scent (yk to cover up the stench of the unbathed in colonial times since the scent was created in 1772), it has main notes of bergamot (that earl grey tea kind of floral scent) rosemary, neroli, rose, clove and amber, very musky, $40 for a 7.5mL travel size or $225 for a 100mL, also comes in soap form.

LX48: also Caswell Massey, smells like leather chairs and pipe tobacco with hints of florals reminiscent of an old school gentleman’s club, notes of violet, geranium, oakmoss (one of my fav notes across the board), tobacco, cedar wood, and vintage leather, same price points for 7.5mL and 100mL as Supernatural #6, comes in soap form as well.

Beaver: Beaver-Bee are all from the same Canadian line called zoologist which conceptualize their fragrances after the stunning cover art to encapsulate what each animal would wear as a fragrance taking inspiration from their habitats, smells like moist earth and a light breeze carrying greens and florals. Notes of outdoor air, linden blossom, wood shavings, wild vegetation, damp air, dry wood, water, light musk, heavy musk, dark woods, vanilla, amber, castoreum, and leather, pricing the same for Beaver, Snowy Owl, Sloth, and Squid tester for $8, 10mL for $48, and 60mL for $175

Snowy Owl: zoologist, smells like the transition from winter to spring as the snow melts and mud season begins as light florals start to fight their way to the surface, notes of snow accord, lily of the valley, mint, coconut, Turkish rose, frankincense, galbanum, ambrette, cedar, tonka, vanilla, oakmoss, civet, and musk

Squid: zoologist, smells like an inky Black Sea thrashing about in a storm until you reach the calm black depths, notes of pink peppercorn, solar salicylate, incense, black ink accord, opoponax, ambergris, and benzoin musk

Sloth: zoologist, smells like a Victorian apothecary with wooden shelves a plenty mayhaps even thatched awnings overhanging the front windows ripe with scents of various herbs, florals, tinctures, potions and oils a delicate and peculiar balance, notes of chamomile, açaí berry, lavender, violet leaf, marigold (also known as calendula), beeswax, anise, jatamansi, jasmine, cumin, hay, frankincense, myrrh, mushroom, oakmoss, vanilla, tonka

Bee: zoologist, fragrant blossoms that play beautifully with fruity undertones to create a rich and mead like scent, notes of orange, ginger syrup, royal jelly accord, broom, heliotrope, mimosa, orange flower, benzoin, labdanum, musks, sandalwood, tonka, vanilla, sample $8, 10mL travel size $59, 60mL $210

Blackbird: Olympic Orchids, this is my personal favorite scent to the point that I consider it my signature, to me it smells like an ancient forest witch coming out to dance amongst the moonlight a pungent earthy smell full of ripe blackberries, damp cedar and oakmoss to complete the alluring scent, notes of blackberry, dry grass, dry leaves, elemi, cedar wood, resin, woody amber according to, for balsam absolute, and musk, pricing is the same for blackbird the California chocolate and woodcut, sample $3, 5mL $18, 15mL $35, 30mL $65, 100mL $120

California chocolate: Olympic orchids, a fruity chocolate fragrance to encapsulate California, notes of wild orange, grapefruit, yuzu, white cognac, neroli, dark chocolate, patchouli, gourmand musk, bourbon vanilla

Woodcut: Olympic orchids, smells like walking into a scene shop with fresh cut wood or even a cedar closet, notes of fractional distillation of pine and cedar, oak wood, roll balsam, olibanum, caramel, burnt sugar, vanilla

902: bon perfumer, a French company that makes 3 note fragrances perfect for layering with each other a scent you already own or just a subtle fragrance that can stand alone, this one is described as what the peaky blinders would’ve worn, notes of white tobacco, cinnamon and brandy (armagnac), 30mL $60, 100mL $120, 100mL + 15mL set $140

Noir tropical, Maria candida Gentile, smells like an expensive drink at a beachside resort in Italy, notes of bergamot, almond accord, heliotrope, vanilla accord, bourbon, and rum, 7mL 20€ ($21.56), 15mL 37€ ($39.88), and 100mL 155€ ($167.08), also comes in liquid and bar soap form, and a set with the 15mL the candle and the soap

Finisterre, Maria candida gentile, it smells like a breeze on the ocean filled with ambient damp sand and slight citrusy notes caught on the wind from fellow beach goers snacking on fresh fruit, notes of marine accord, wet wood, helichrysum, pine, grey amber, sandalwood, same prices as noir tropical

Plum in cognac, scents of wood, the bottles (for the full size) look like anatomically correct hearts and the colors are customizable when you order, this smells sensual and proactive with its sweet and smoky depth with a realm of familiarity to bring comfort, notes of caramel, tobacco, cinnamon, nutmeg, juicy plum, vanilla, vetiver, aged in a cognac barrel (made with sugar cane alcohol so it absorbs some of the scent notes of the wooden barrel it’s aged in), 10mL $55, 75mL $240

Bulletproof, Margot Elena, TokyoMilk dark line, this reminds me of what a pirate could smell like, notes of smoked tea, coconut milk, crush cedar, and ebony woods, 45mL $52 one size only

Eclipse, Margot Elena, TokyoMilk dark line, smells like a unique mix of spices and florals as mysterious and ever changing as the solar and lunar cycles, notes if black anise, mint leaf, smoked amber, and gardenia, 45mL $52 one size only

Nocturnal, Margot Elena, TokyoMilk dark line, smells like a walk through the woods on a crisp early spring evening, notes of cypress, dark patchouli, vetiver, and night musk, 45mL $52 only one size

Wild whims, Margot Elena, TokyoMilk, smells like wanderlust and wild abandon frolicking through fields in the summer sun, bites of sweet grass, clary sage, verdant (very green smelling) florals, and citron, 30mL $48 one size only, this one layers especially well with green spell!! Most of TokyoMilk can be blended with other fragrances b/c they’re are 4 note fragrances similar to bon perfumer in that sense

Green spell, Eris Parfums, an alluring garden full of specimens for all over the world cultivated with care and just a touch of magic and whimsy, notes of Italian mandarin, French black currant bud absolute, Iranian galbanum, Egyptian violet leaf absolute, French narcissus absolute, tomato leaf accord, fig leaf accord, Haitian vetiver, Ambroxan, and musk, 50mL $165 one size only

Spezie De’ Medici, i profumi di firenze, spezierie palazzo vecchio, this is a very old fragrance line dating back to Italy even before the famed Catherine Di Medici there are whispers that she even wore a few of these fragrances, smells like a warm hug from loved ones in your life as you all bake spice cookies for the holidays, notes of orange, lemon, cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, ginger, pink pepper, black pepper, 50mL 46€ ($49.59)

L’uomo di pitti, i profumi di firenze, spezierie palazzo vecchio, an outdoor market in Florence Italy filled with the latest fashions from visitors and importers all of the world with deeply aquatic and herbaceous hints, notes of pink pepper, iris, amber furan, ambergris, labdanum, sage, and rhubarb, 50mL 48€ ($51.74)

Bulls blood, imaginary authors, they create stories of fragrance from books that don’t exist each package (full size) is made to look like said book that doesn’t exist, smells like the perfect balance of brutality and elegance a scent for the lovers and brawlers deeply bold, animalic, and sensuous, notes of geranium, Spanish rose, patchouli, black musk, tobacco, sandalwood, and bull’s blood, sample $6, 14mL travel $42, 50mL $105

Every storm a serenade, imaginary authors, smells like the eye of the storm a day full of moody and choppy waters finally sailing into a brief moment of stillness to absorb the environment, notes of danish spruce, eucalyptus, vetiver, calone, ambergris, and Baltic Sea mist, same pricing as bull’s blood

Musc, Molinard, a French perfume company founded in 1849 with many fragrances full of notes that end up encapsulating one feeling, note, or moment, smells warm, woody, amber heavy musk, notes of muscade nois, bergamot, juniper berries, incense, patchouli, teak wood, musk, amber, and labdanum, 7.5mL 11.67€ ($12.58), 75mL 57.50€ ($61.98)

The Original, Eight & Bob, this fragrance was worn by a young JFK who discovered it through a young man and his family he met while on vacation in the French Riviera, a very classic clean fragrance that can lean on the side of aftershave-esque, notes of cardamom, lemon, pink peppercorn, dried woods, violet leaves, labdanum, evergreen wood, amber, sandalwood, and vetiver, 30mL 80€ ($86.24), 50mL 120€ ($129.36), 100mL 190€ ($204.81), 150mL 210€ ($226.37)

Winter nights, Dasein, comes in a line that is meant to smell like the different stages of winter there is also one for greens and the daytime, smells like a fire pit with friends in late January as the snow has started to pile up but on a blissful day where it is warm enough to go outside a gathering occurs with the rich smell of pine all around, notes of coastal forest, driftwood bonfire, cardamom tea, lavender flowers, wild musk, and woodsmoke, 50mL $125

Almost single, Confessions of a rebel, this is a collection known for making provocative and sexy fragrances with cheeky names, a hazy spicy scent tempered by woody florals, notes of black pepper, cardamom, iris, rosemary, and sandalwood, 8mL $28, 100mL $125 Ray-flection, masque Milano, opera line, an avant garde what would a flower from an alien planet smell like, notes of mandarin essence, sparkling aldehydes, cardamom pure jungle essence, mimosa absolute France, violette leaves absolute, solar rays accord, beeswax absolute, cedar wood essence, and musk accord, tester 6€ ($6.47), 10mL 46€ ($49.59), 35mL 133€ ($143.37)

White whale, masque Milano, opera line, a nod to the novel Moby Dick an adventure for any sea fairer, notes of candles, olibanum, salty rope accordion, black pepper Madagascar, ambergris accord, osmanthus china, violet flower, orris concrete Italy, cedar wood Virginia, patchouli Indonesia, vetiver Haiti, cistus laudanum, tester 7€ ($7.55), 10mL 49€ ($52.82), 35mL 151€ ($162.77)

Lost Alice, masque Milano, opera line, the tales of Alice in wonderland captured via scent in different stages of tea with the mad hatter, notes of bergamot, ambrette seed, clary sage, “Too Much Black Pepper”, carrot heart, Oreos concrete, English tea, white roses (painted red), sandalwood India, broom absolute Italy, and Fleur de lait (steamed milk accord), same pricing as ray-flection although lost alive does have a 100mL option too for 379€ ($408.55)

Pale fire, apoteker tepe, smells like a rich and slightly drunken hot cocoa after coming in from taking the leaves on a blustery fall day, notes of amber, olibanum, palmers, whiskey, and cocoa, sample $8, 6mL $20, 35mL $130, 105mL $280

The holy mountain, apoteker tepe, this is what I imagine the misty mountains to smell like to the point of almost being able to hear singing around a hearth in the background, notes of pine smoke, incense, balsam fir, labdanum, and guaiacwood, same pricing as Pale Fire

After the flood, apoteker tepe, true to the name it smells like the damp earth that’s still waterlogged after immense amounts of rain, notes of violet leaf, water lily, mushroom, patchouli, and wet earth, same pricing as the other two apoteker tepe

Le castiglione, jovoy Paris, from Les cocottes de Paris, another one of my personal favorites that I wear quite often, has been described as smelling like Dracula’s mistress based on a rumor started in the early to mid 19th century surrounding a model who (was described as the world’s vainest woman) once she “got old” (all of 40) she would only leave her house at night and donning all black and the rumors flew leaving behind only whispers and whiffs of this scent as she would walk by, a fragrance that is both earthy and citrusy, with an almost apothecary feel to it that keeps you sniffing the sample trying to figure out what it reminds you of, notes of mugwort, citron, juniper, licorice, patchouli, grey amber, myrrh, and styrax, sample $3, 50mL 75€ ($80.85)

After hours, antica farmacista, smells like sipping on a berry filled night cap paired with a fresh crème brûlée to enjoy in your favorite leather chair by fireside in an old family library, notes if blackberry, cocoa, tobacco, davana, black rose, single malt bourbon, cognac, oud, leather, crème brûlée vanilla, and amber, 10mL travel $22, 50mL $86

Late harvest, fort manle, the packing is really cool and the scents come in bottle that look like vintage ink bottle topped with an ornate golden cap that would work as a wax seal in a pinch, smells how I imagine an older bilbo baggins to smell like while relaxing in the shire smoking his pipe, notes of cherry pipe tobacco, vanilla, cedar wood, rosewood, leather, and rose, sample $10, 50mL $250, it’s pricy but the wear time is insane (I’ve tested it before and had it still smell fairly strong the next day even after showering)

Bojnokopff, fort manle, the story behind this is the famed Russian magician Bojnokopff (idk if he’s actually real tho lol) performing in 1897 St. Petersburg the closing act of his final show before retirement and to amaze the masses he disappears into a cloud of purple haze leaving behind only whiffs of lavender, oud, and chocolate this is a very dark and punchy scent (I find that people either love it or hate it with no inbetween), notes of French lavender, vanilla, dark chocolate, oud, and cedar wood, sample $10, 50mL $250 there is also a discovery set of the entire fort manle line that is $70 for a sample size of 7/8 of their fragrances

Uomo, carthusia, smells like the hot Italian partner you can’t take home to your family who rides a motorcycle while wearing a tank top with a leather jacket while smoking, notes of lemon, bergamot, freesia, green leaves, lily of the valley, jasmine, geranium, cedar wood, patchouli, sandal, palmers, amber, white musk, 50mL 70€ ($75.46), 100mL 90€ ($97.02)

Terra Mia, carthusia, smells like a coffee shop right before open there are notes of citrus roasted nuts and coffee in the air along with the smell of light florals that grace each seating area, notes of bergamot, neroli, pink peppercorn, rose, jasmine, orange blossom, Arabic coffee, hazelnut cream, amber woods, vanilla, ambroxan, and white musk, same pricing as uomo

Mediterrano, carthusia, a bright and sunny fragrance with notes of green tea, notes of wild mint, lemon, eucalyptus, litsea cubeba, red thyme, bergamot, jasmine, cardamom, flowers of the fields, tangerine, green tea, and white musk, same pricing as terra Mia and uomo

Broken Theories, Kerosene, the packaging is cool seeing as it is a nod to the city the fragrance is created in (Detroit) each bottle is painted in motorcycle paint and the metal label is hand stamped, it smells like a fire pit while drinking a spiced mimosa, notes of blood orange, tobacco, spices, vanilla, sandalwood, our, and incense, it’s a heavy but not overwhelming scent that covers you like a blanket and can last several hours without needing to reapply, 100mL $152

Meltdown, elder & willow, these last two are roll on essential oil fragrances that are very budget friendly, this one is meant to calm anxiety and help with grounding, bites of lavender, lemon, ylang ylang, bergamot, rose geranium, vetiver, Roman chamomile, benzoin essential oils, and scent is all in a coconut oil as the carrier, $12 per 10mL roll on

Sweet dreams, elder & willow, meant to promote sleep, notes if lavender, vetiver, Roman chamomile, cedar wood, benzoin essential oils, scent is in coconut oil as the carrier, $12 per 10mL roll on, I love elder and willow they also have teas, bath soaks, and skincare products

And thus concludes fragrance lessons/recs with Roza! I hope this was more informative and less of a fever dream than perfume ads on screen that don’t actually tell you anything about the fucking fragrance and just go off of vibes and celebrity presence!!

#not a tag #from saph #perfume #fragrance #fragrance recs

[freezingmcxn]

HEADCANONS FOR JEFF THE KILLER

Before I get into this i want to let you all know these aren’t fanon versions of Jeff and I do not under any circumstances sugar coat him.I do not hate on fanon versions of the creeps I just don’t particularly see them in that way in my AU :) This is my version and it wont fully align with the canon story for him!

My Headcanons are all based around heavy research I’ve been doing on psychology and serial killers.They’re not meant to disrespect victims of these crimes I’m just shedding light on two thing I enjoy: creepypasta and psychology.I view the characters in a realistic way rather than the usual fun light they’re out under.Im 16 years old I am still learning about this stuff so im not gonna be 100% correct! Please feel free to correct me.

WHY HE KILLS/HIS PERSONALITY/WHAT KILLER IS HE?

There are four types of serial murderers that can be identified: the visionary, the mission-oriented, hedonistic, and power/control-oriented.

Jeff falls into three of the four categories: Visonary,hedonistic and power/control oriented.

Visionary killers typically experience a psychotic break from reality that leads them to murder.

Hedonistic killers look for thrills and derive pleasure from killing, seeing people as expendable means to this goal. They kill for the joy of it.

Power/Control-Oriented killers also derive pleasure from killing but mainly from the fact they’re exerting their power, control and dominance over their victims.

Jeff kills for the sake of killing.The first time he killed was the first he felt he had felt power.He felt in control and he liked it.He constantly craves the feeling.The urge never ends,its a constant dull ache that resides deep within his stomach.

He’s too far gone to understand what he is completely unjustified,he takes it as suppressing an itch he has no control over.He knows it’s wrong of course but he doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal.

He partly thinks this because of his solipsism.

Someone who's solipsistic is so focused on their own wants and needs that they don't think about other people at all. You could also call a solipsistic person selfish or self-centered.Which is exactly what Jeff is.

Solipsistic ideation is also something he’s very much interested in.

Solipsistic ideation is a theory holding that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that the self is the only existent thing.

Basically he believes he is the only “real” thing external to his own mind.

Due to him thinking this way it’s hard for him to comprehend how badly he affects people and the negative domino effect it causes.

He rationalises violence as no more real than a video game.

GROWING UP

He was always a psychopath.He is what they call a primary psychopath.

Primary psychopaths are born.

Growing up Jeff never seemed guilty after misbehaving no matter what punishment he faced.He was extremely selfish and lied constantly.

When Liu was taken to the detention centre he was relieved he didn’t have to face the consequences of what he had done it was no longer in his hands.

He obviously had to put on a facade for mommy and daddy of course.Oh how he missed his “dear brother”.

Speaking of Liu,Jeff resented him.He didn’t love him at all.Liu would try and build a relationship with Jeff but Jeff would never open up,he was too hard and cold.

He would preform “autopsies” on smaller animals he would find.He had a fascination with death even at his young age.

He would keep the animals remains inside of a shoebox he would hide out behind the shed in their garden.Every so often,if he found an animal he particular took a liking to,he would let the small creature rot and decompose until it’s skin was peeling and it’s organs had attracted flies.

He would return after a week or so and inhale the sweet smell of death,this resides with him to this day.He finds the smell “nostalgic”.

HIS APPEARANCE

Jeff is not someone who regularly keeps up with his hygiene,no he’d rather stay covered in blood from victims.He finds it “comforting”.

The constant sickly irony smell that wafts off him adds an additional layer of creepiness,he thinks so anyway.

He is mainly bald but the hair he has is mainly knotted and matted in clumps that seem stuck to his head.The blood that gets in it causes it to matt up.Some of it is crispy and singed due to him being set on fire.

His eyelids were never completely taken off but they do look deformed and his eyeballs are constantly blood shot and swollen.What can be said for his nose? He never really cut most of it off,his nostrils are slightly more slit open.

His signature smile that’s forever engraved on his face emits a constant smell of rot.The cuts have never healed and get horribly infected.Whenever they show even the smallest sign of healing,he re cuts it,every time with the same rusty knife he used the first time.

His hands have deep scars and cuts due to them slipping from his knife handle to the blade.He doesn’t notice until after his frenzied state has calmed.

Thank you for reading I hope you liked how I portrayed him! I’ve lots more to say but I’ll make another post some other day.

For the people sending asks I will get to them i promise!

If you have any questions about my AU or how I see a character let me know :)

#jeff the killer #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #headcanons #hcs #creepypasta au #jeffery woods #dark aesthetic #realistic #horror #slenderverse

[hirayaaraw]

Married Life 101

Tags: friends to lovers; marriage for convenience / fake marriage; pining

Previous

Crazy week for the both of you. Got married on Monday. Played board games, cooked pasta and steak together, and sleep together in one bed. It wasn't the first time it happened but the you are married to him now.

You faked sleeping first and when you feel like Wonwop is already asleep. You opened your eyes and observed how peaceful he is. To be honest, you don't news to marry him but his proposal is enticing. His effect on you will always put you in daze.

You carefully reach out to push away the hair from his face. Wonwoo, the friend you made during freshman orientation who became your bestfriend for life, is now your husband. The feelings you keep at bay during college are slowly resurfacing.

You wonder if he felt the same. You wonder if you give comfort to him, the way he is your comfort person. You wonder if bring peace in him or chaos because he bring both to you. He brings you peace when your world is in shambles. He knows what to say and do to calm you down. Wonwoon unknowingly cause chaos in you whenever he touches you or whenever he say words of assurance that brings tornado of butterflies. He doesn't know the power he has over you.

You were about to turn around and sleep when you feel his hand reach out yours. He pulled you towards his chest. When you raise your head, he is still asleep.

There goes chaos and peace.

Tuesday

You woke up with the smell of coffee. Wonwoo is long gone from the bed. You walk towards the kitchen and saw him in front of the espresso machine.

"Good morning." He said then gave you a cup of coffee. Black coffee with two teaspoon of sugar, no creamer. You smiled behind the mug. "What time is your work?"

"As usual at 9 am." You yawn then left the mug at the table. You check the refrigerator to see what you can cook. "What food do you want to pack for lunch?"

"Spam and egg will do." Wonwoo said while blinking at you. Wonwoo doesn't pack lunch to office and he got excited that he will something prepared by you to office. He was like a kid excited to brag his bento lunch prepared by his mom. "What time are you going home?"

"I think around 7 PM? We took a leave yesterday. I am sure my workload is piling up now." You said as you prepare the ingredients. You tied up your hair before cooking and Wonwoo drinks his coffee while watching.

"Okay. I'll be there around 6:30 PM."

"For?"

"To pick up you and drive us home." Home. You try to hide your smile but you can't. Wonwoo smiling beside you too. You both enjoying the changes as newly weds.

After a quick breakfast, Wonwoo told you to shower and he will clean the kitchen. Once you're done, he took a shower while you put your make up on.

On the way to your work, he played your playlist and sang along with you. When you got at the drop off area, you gave him the paper bag of his lunch box.

"See you at dinner." You said and kissed his cheek then went out of the car. It took Wonwoo 30 second to realize you are already out of the car and you kissed him.

Wednesday

It's like being a routine for the both of you what you did yesterday. You enjoy sharing chores with him and the feeling of domesticated. You never dreamed of getting married but you are so grateful you marry Wonwoo.

Now he is dropping you off of at your work. You gave his lunch for today that made him smile.

"Can we drop by at my apartment later? I need to get some of my stuff left there." You said while unlocking the seatbelt. Wonwoo helped you packed your things last Sunday after you decided to marry on a whim. "The Landlady wants me to evacuate it as soon as possible."

"Sure. Should I buy some food before I come here?"

"Some pizza and chicken?" You said gleefully and Wonwoo nodded at you. "Okay. See you later."

You were about to go out when he pulled your hand. You looked at him waiting for him to speak.

"Did I forget something?"

"Ah nothing." Wonwoo said timidly then let go of your hand. "See you later."

You walked out of the car. When you reach your desk, you felt you forgot to do something and it bothers you so much. After lunch, you decided to text Wonwoo.

You: Did we turn off the light?

Wonwoo: Yes. Why?

You: Did we pull off the plugs?

Wonwoo: Yep. I double checked it before we went out.

You: I feel like I forgot something.

You: Ah nvm.

Wonwoo bitting his lips trying to hide his smile. He is in the middle of the meeting but can't stop himself from replying to you. Hoshi, his friend, elbowed him to bring him back to earth.

Later that day when went to pick you up from your office, once you buckled up your seatbelt, he held your cheek.

"This is what you forgot." He said and kissed the corner of your lips.

Your face is scarlet red the whole ride. From that day, you never forget kissing Wonwoo before leaving.

Thursday

Thursday and Friday are work from home set up for you. As for Wonwoo, Thursday is work home from home while Friday to Sunday is his off days. Perks of building a start up with your best buddies during college.

You took a half day to pay your tax. The clerk in tax office said the lowering your tax bracket will be effective next year. Fortunately, you got your rent deposit already and use it as a payment.

When you got home by lunch, you saw Wonwoo standing in the living room with his hand on his waist and furrowed eyebrows. You hurried over to his side. He didn't notice your arrival.

"What are you look--wow" You stand beside with pure amusement.

"What do you think?" He said, looking at you.

"This is beautiful. Where did you get that photo?" He got the wedding photo hanging above the work desk for the both of you. You never knew you had a photo like this. It was picture of you and Wonwoo looking at each other with big smiles and his hand on your waist.

"The court clerk adored us and sent us this morning."

"You really look handsome that day." You said absent mindedly making Wonwoo's ear go red. When you look at him, it is so obvious he got fluttered. "You're blushing."

"I'm not." Wonwoo denied so hard but you held his face to prove a point. There goes his whole face getting red. "It's because the whole place is humid."

"Okay, Handsome." You smirked before kissing his cheek and leaving for the kitchen. "What do you want to eat? I'll cook before I start working."

"Anything." Wonwoo is flabbergasted the way you just freeze his whole world and you decided to leave him hanging.

"Wonwoo"

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks for building my work desk." You said and made Wonwoo's heart feel proud.

Friday

You woke up because of consecutive knocks and doorbell but felt lightheaded. You burried your head to Wonwoo's chest and felt his arm around your waist.

"5 minutes please." He hummed.

It didn't take another minute when a phone goes off. Wonwoo reached for his phone and saw Hoshi is calling. He kept one of his hands around you while answering the call. His soothing hand make you fall asleep a little bit more until Wonwoo's voice got louder.

"You're here?!"

"Who's here?" You said with eyes close.

"Okay. I'll be up. Stop knocking, dimwit!" Wonwoo said before sitting up. Your sleepiness is gone.

"Who's that?"

"Hoshi and Mingyu. They are the ones knocking at the door." He said while walking towards the bathroom. You followed him and you both do the morning rituals.

"They're here." You said in quiet voice. Hoshi and Mingyu are your college batchmates. You are also close to them. "Do you want us to tell them or?"

"Do you want to keep it secret?"

"Like we can keep it. We have a big wedding picture in the living room and pair of rings. If I were going to be honest, Hoshi got a sniff because that ring of yours and tattled it to you Mingyu." You both giggled at the thought. You hand him a towel to dry his face. "They're here to investigate."

"Should we give them a show?"

"Something that will make Hoshi faint."

"I'll open the door." You snicker with the thought. "Help me tousle my hair so it will look like we did something crazy last night."

Wonwoo shaked his head at your silly idea. He tousled your hair before you both went out. As per your instruction, he needs to video every second of it. Just like you predicted, Mingyu and Hoshi lose their wits.

"What are you doing here this early?" Hoshi asked when you opened the door.

"Where's Wonwoo?" Mingyu firing his question immediately then seeing your hair. "Are you two fucking?"

"Excuse me?" You said in high tone that sound you are so offended with the thought that you and Wonwoo are banging each other. Even though that's the idea you want them to get.

"We're not fucking. We got married, okay?"

"Oh you're not fucking but married."

"But that's married people do in their past time."

"Wait you both got married without us?"

At this point you'll get eviction notice because of how loud they are. You pulled them inside and they shrieked when they saw the wedding picture. Wonwoo laughed loud while taking a video of their histerics. When they both calmed down, you sat them down.

Wonwoo held your hand while explaining the two rascals the impulsive and best decision you made in your life.

Saturday

It's like yesterday is a premonition of what would happen today. Wonwoo's mom calling in the morning trying to set him up with another girl. Your mom on the hand, called you to ask where you move because she went to your old apartment and they told her you move out.

"Are you ready?" Wonwoo asked you.

"It's not like they can do anything about it." You chuckled. Feeling silly at the moment. "If your mom asked me to divorce you in exchange for a million dollars, should I get it?"

"You should and give me the half million." You frowned a bit then look at him. "Then let's get married again."

"Idiot." You punch his arm lightly.

"Your idiot." He said then bumped his head on yours. Laughing together as if a storm is not about to hit you both.

Next

#kpop scenarios #seventeen fluff #wonwoo x oc #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines

[faithinus]

Eyes Open

Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader 🤍

Summary: Starting out with a classic friends to lovers blurb. The reader and Joe are close friends. She wakes up in his bed one morning and overthinks everything. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: nothing too serious in this piece, just good old friends to lovers, but there are suggestions of past smutty activities, and of course this is real person fiction. Apologies in advance. This is my first time writing in years!

Word count: 2.1K

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There was a subtle hum, like someone was yawning but with their lips pressed together. It was almost inaudible but you caught it. The bed shifted from weight lifting off of the mattress. You became suddenly aware that the pillow smelled different than the one you had at home. That’s when it hit you that you were in his home, sleeping in his bed.

Eyes still shut, you tried to orient yourself in the room. If you opened them, you risked being face to face with Joe. Sure, you wondered what he looked like still sleepy. Oh god, Joe probably had cute puffy eyes and messy curls and a woolly morning voice. As much as you wanted to find out, you weren’t ready to confront last night and all of its potential consequences just yet. So, you kept your eyes shut and tried not to move. Feet padded across the wood floor and the bathroom door creaked open. How long could you lie here until you had to confront the elephant in the room?

Then, the door clicked shut. Your eyes shot open.

Last night’s silky black dress had been haphazardly tossed on the floor next to the bed. One of the straps was clearly broken, collateral damage from your fit of passion. You couldn’t remember whose fault it was, and quite frankly didn’t care. The two of you stripped each other so quickly. It was almost ravenous. So many months of being friends built up a palpable tension that burst as soon as you stepped through his front door.

Thinking about last night brought back the feeling of your spine against the wall, his breath on your neck, his hands snaking up your torso -

The door clicked open, snapping you out of your thoughts. You forced your eyes shut immediately. It was your only defense.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?”

Not quick enough. He must’ve seen.

“No,” you whispered “s’okay”. With eyes open again, you got the chance to take him all in. Joe stood across the room, curls disheveled, last night’s slacks sitting loosely on his hips.

“Want a coffee?” he chimed, pushing a few strands off his forehead. For the record, Joe’s morning hair was just as noteworthy as you thought it would be, but his nonchalant attitude was confusing. He just slept with one of his best friends. How was he acting so calm about this?

“Yeah, sounds nice. Thank you.” You tried to match his cheery tone but the words came out more groggy than intended. 

“You tired? Didn’t sleep well?” Joe teased and threw open a curtain. The sunlight hit your eyes. You squinted and dramatically threw your head in the other direction in protest. His phone screen lit up with a notification. Time: 8:20 am. It’s not that you didn’t sleep well. In fact, you were out like a light once your head hit the pillow. It’s that you didn’t sleep very long. Joe had your undivided attention until the early hours of the morning and he knew that. He was taking this opportunity to poke fun. You were trying to decide if him finding this situation amusing was a good sign for the status of your relationship or not.

“No s’fine,” you said rolling over on your side. Your bra sat cockeyed on your chest, partly exposing a nipple. The air caught in your throat and you tugged up at the fabric. Joe looked away and chuckled under his breath. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I haven’t seen.” He smirked and inspected the street outside the bedroom window. The satisfied look on his face made you roll your eyes. If it was anyone else, he would’ve sounded too proud, too fuckboyish. However, his confident attitude secretly made you want to pull him back to bed for round two.

And you understood. It was comical that you were rushing to cover yourself up when hours ago you had been shuddering under his touch. He had seen the full buffet, but now you were desperate to hide... at least until you could figure out where Joe’s head was at. He opened a dresser drawer and took out the first t-shirt he saw. It was black with a design on the front from an old band you barely recognized. Joe tossed it at the bed and it landed in your lap.

“Lemme go get that coffee, yeah?” He slipped out of the bedroom door. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around how casual he was acting. It was as if he was going through his normal routine. He acted totally content with sleeping with his best friend and carrying on with business as usual. Joe offered you a coffee, tossed you a shirt, and waltzed off like he had done it 1,000 times before. I mean of course he had done this before, but did he regularly bring friends home? Oh god, did you just accidentally fall into a friends with benefits situation? Wait. Did that mean he just gave you his hookup shirt?

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and slipped Joe’s t-shirt over your head. You brought the collar up to your nose and inhaled, half expecting it to smell like another girl.

It didn’t, of course. But it didn’t particularly smell like Joe either. Tie game.

You looked over your shoulder at his bedside table. Three of his rings sat in a little pile. You had to hold yourself back from focusing on them. If you let your eyes linger too long, you could almost start to feel the metal pressing into your hip, hands desperately pulling you in. You shook your head, trying to snap out of it. If this was all simply a one-night stand to Joe, you were going to curse yourself later. A one-night stand meant you need to go back to acting like friends. Acting like friends meant you would spend god-knows-how-long trying forget about the damn rings and all the places they touched you.

How had it even happened? The scenes of last night came back to you in bits and pieces, but not because of the alcohol. You were just in shock.

The two of you were out at a birthday party. Many of your mutual friends were in attendance. You had greeted Joe when he arrived and he didn’t leave your side during the entire event. From the outside, anyone could have mistaken it for normal, friendly behavior. Everyone knew you two were close, but you noticed the difference. Joe didn’t make his usual rounds. He spoke to you until someone else went out of their way to come up to him. His presence felt more intense. Each time you two would lock eyes, it was clear neither person wanted to look away. Everyone else had faded into the background.

Somewhere along the way Joe had gotten more touchy than normal. He had complimented your dress and played with your shoulder strap in a way you didn’t expect. When you walked through the crowd, his hand found your lower back. One of your favorite songs came on and he laughed at the way you sang. You teased him for the way he moved his hips when he danced.

As you swayed back and forth, your fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt. Joe encouraged you to undo a few, making a comment about how hot it was getting in the crowded room. You knew that caring about the temperature was a lie by the way he got closer. Joe let your breath hit his face. His forehead was nearly touching yours and his palms slid down your back. At that point, you were sober enough to make your own decisions but intoxicated enough to act on your true feelings. One thing led to another and he was leading you out the door to call a cab. 

He had one hand on your thigh the whole way home.

Joe’s head popped through the door frame, two coffees in hand. “I didn’t know if you wanted cream, so I made one with and one without.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. Joe held out the mugs in front of you and raised his eyebrows, begging you to pick. “Thank you,” you whispered, taking your preference. With your other hand, you picked your dress off the floor and examined a tear along the seam. “I’m no good at sewing. It’s a shame. I really liked this dress”.

Joe lowered himself onto the bed next to you. He suppressed a smile at the work you two made of your outfit. “I know a good tailor up the street. I can have it done for you.”

“Is this what you do for all the girls? Rip their clothes and take them to your tailor friend?” You said it like a joke but were secretly dying for answers. It would be totally unreasonable to assume Joe never brought a girl home. That wasn’t the point. 

As difficult as it was to admit to yourself, you were just sick of it. Sick of stealing glances across rooms and brushing it off. Sick of taking an interest in every one of Joe’s hobbies, opinions, or whereabouts and chalking it up to “being a good friend.” Sick of searching for a new movie to watch and your first thought being: “I wonder if Joe likes this one?”. Sick of rethinking every past interaction from a romantic standpoint. Sick of acting like other people are a legitimate option.

For a moment, a flash of genuine hesitation was in Joe’s eyes. He looked away from you and sipped his coffee.

“The girls? And who might they be?” he mumbled into his cup.

There was an instant pang of regret in your chest. Your question was definitely not a pleasant conversation starter.

“I don’t know Joe…you are a hot commodity these days,” you bumped your elbow into his, trying to play it off as a joke once again.

He furrowed his eyebrows and stood up. The air in the room was noticeably heavier. Ah great, you made it awkward already. Joe took a few steps and then paused, back still facing you. “Did you think- is this… a one time thing?”

You didn’t respond. Joe may have been looking for your confirmation, but you couldn’t give that to him. Your stomach was doing flips, urging you to say no. The way you looked at each other over drinks, in the cab, in his bed, even now, none of it was consistent with a one-time deal.

“You didn’t have to come back with me,” Joe spoke up. His hands went to his hips and eyes dropped to the floor. “If you are regretting this-” he trailed off nervously.

And then you laughed, which only confused him more. The last thing he did was pressure you or give you anything to regret. In fact, he was impressively attentive. The way he whispered “y’sure?” breathless between kisses, the way he glanced up at you looking for clues of your pleasure, the way he squeezed your hand and mumbled “I know” into your neck. It was all so attentive.

“No Joe,” you shook your head as you laughed. “That’s nonsense. You were lovely, really.”

He spun around to face you. “Then what are you on about?... ‘All the girls?’” he mocked your tone.

Now it was your turn to go shy under his gaze. You looked down to fidget with the hem of your - well his - shirt. You hoped you wouldn’t grow to regret this moment, but it was too late to turn back now.

“Am I crazy or was last night the result of a lot of built-up feelings? I don’t want to lose this friendship… but I don’t know if I can pretend like this never happened either. I need clarity here.”

He stood in front of you silently for the next several seconds, lost in thought. Way to leave someone with a cliffhanger, Joseph.

In an effort to cover your tracks you stood up and began rambling “I’m just worried about our friends, Joe. They probably saw us together last night. I don’t want things to be awkward between everyone. They are going to find out and-”

Joe stopped you in your tracks when his hand reached out and gently made contact with your cheek. His fingers tilted you up to face him. If Joe was anyone else, his steady gaze would be intimidating. But it wasn’t like that. It was admiration not a challenge. Your bodies drifted closer together. You lingered with your lips open, dangerously close to his, but not yet kissing. The corners of his mouth turned up. “Let them.”

“What?”

“Please. By all means, let them find out.”

One more glance at his eyes and Joe was pulling you in by the collar of his shirt. The way his lips pressed into yours was dizzying. One of your hands slid up to his shoulder and drew his body closer. Sugar and dark roast were still on his tongue. It was going to be a while before you wanted to open your eyes again.

#joe quinn #joseph quinn #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfic #joe quinn fanfic #fluff #faithinus writing

[adelaidedrubman]

OC INTERVIEW!

i was tagged by dears @g0dspeeed @cassietrn @direwombat @simplegenius042 @wrathfulrook to do a little oc interview, thank you dears! i decided to do this one for america’s sweetheart verse for acclaimed novelist jestiny ft. her long suffering publicist andrea who was mostly there to make sure there was some accurate information, then i decided to give her own spotlight. on that note, sorry for the length and needless preamble no expectation to read All That

“Ugh.” Jestiny grabs the wall to steady herself from stumbling at Andrea’s quick darting into the doorway to block her exit. “Are you fuckin’ serious? You’re really gonna tell me  — a grown fucking woman — I’m not allowed to go play until I finish my homework?”

“It smells like you’ve gotten to play plenty today,” Andrea retorts with a nod towards the disposable coffee cup clenched in Jestiny’s fist and reeking with the unmistakable stench of high proof whiskey. “You’ve put off doing a simple introductory questionnaire for three months now. You’re never going to hire a ghostwriter if you can’t respond to an information request that takes five minutes.”

“I don’t need a ghostwriter,” she mumbles in protest as she takes a sip from her coffee cup that has never once contained coffee, or fooled anyone into thinking it did. “Just a copy editor.”

“Three copy editors have quit because you started using them as ghostwriters. And whatever job title you want to give them, they need some basic biographical information about you to work on your memoir.”

“See, that’s the thing, is no they don’t. Not with the kinda thing I’m writing. It’s all just empty fluff, don’t you —”

“Even for empty fluff, they need a vague skeleton,” Andrea snaps. She pulls Jestiny by the arm towards her desk, pushing her down into one of her guest chairs before taking her seat behind it and clicking a pen. “I canceled the car you called and changed the passwords to all your rideshare accounts. And we both know you couldn’t make it out of the parking garage without getting a DUI. You’re not going anywhere until this is done.”

“Oh, that’s real fuckin’ nice Andrea,” Jestiny hisses. “Hold hostage the woman who just survived —”

name 

“jestiny ellen rook.”

nickname

“none. nope. never had one. never will have one. gotta say the whole thing every time. flaunt it in front of some motherfuckers who were too fucking dumb to ever figure it out.”

gender

“again, andrea — i am a grown fucking woman.”

star sign

“how the fuck am i supposed to know that shit?”  without bothering to check her birthday, andrea writes down aries.

personality type

“america’s fuckin’ sweetheart, baby. kind, lovable, and humble. what else is there?’’  andrea’s hand moves of its own volition to scrawl out the words ‘dark triad,’ immediately scribbling it out to write down ‘istp’ and ‘8w7.’

height

“five foot five, ballpark.”  andrea gives jestiny a skeptical look.  “maybe closer to five-six, camera adds a half-inch.”   andrea, actually 5’6, sighs and writes down 5’4, covering it with her hand to hide from jestiny.

orientation:

“c’mon, you don’t really have to ask that.” andrea dwells unwillingly on the menagerie of half-dressed strangers milling about jestiny’s home every time she steps into it. no, she doesn’t.  “or lie to the press about it, if that’s what you’re dancing around. it’s 2018! america’s sweetheart can be openly bisexual, right?” 

nationality/ethnicity:

“again. america’s fucking sweetheart, baby.”

fave fruit 

“persimmons. don’t put that down, though, that information is for the fuckin’ benefit of your files, so you can get me a halfway decent fruit tray in my dressing room next talk show appearance. write some bullshit about how much i miss the fresh picked huckleberries of hope county and nowhere grows ’em better, or something.”

fave season

“awards! ha, we do have fun. gotta be fall, though. salmon run season. but pretend it’s for the sake of pumpkin spice whatever.”

fave flower 

“psh. whatever happens to be in the bouquets i receive from my adoring fans. but if i have to pick, i guess, uh… forget-me-nots, maybe. or — heh, or cockscomb.”

fave scent 

“whiskey.”  andrea looks between jestiny and her cup, wondering if she has told the truth for the first time.  “coffee, i mean.”

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“i just said —”

average hours of sleep: 

“eh, who can really keep track of that?” people who have to plan their sleep schedule around preventing jestiny from having unsupervised access to social media can and must keep track of that. andrea writes down 3 hours.

dog or cat person

“ew. no. opossums. but write down dog, that probably polls better. andrea, should i get a dog?”   andrea vigorously shakes her head in the negative as she dutifully writes down dog. 

dream trip 

“heh. where do you have me booked for next? checked off a lotta the bucket list already. you’re looking at a dollywood gold pass holder. finally got to go there after a lifetime of dreaming, and it was —”  andrea notes the way jestiny’s eyes suddenly glaze over, her gaze growing hollow and flat as she pauses in searching.  “great. fulfilling. worth the wait. always ready to go back, or onto the next adventure. i mean, it’s such a fucking blessing, don’t you think?” andrea doesn’t answer, looking on with some concern as a hint of earnest joy creeps back into jestiny’s smile. “to have one’s full constitutional right to freedom of movement completely fuckin’ unrestricted?”

favorite fictional/real character

“uh, shrek.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“as many as i want, baby! that’s another benefit of freedom, don’t have to settle for a single scratchy, paper thin excuse for a blanket to curl up on my cot with. i get to enjoy my forty-winks on silk sheets and soft as a cloud comforter, on my casper mattress —”

random fact:

“i know how to do a bit of sleight of hand magic.” andrea feels a light brush at her ear, and looks to see jestiny pulling from behind it a matchbook with the number of a taxi company stamped in bright yellow.  “and for my next trick, i’m going to disappear.”

Andrea sighs as she watches Jestiny march out of her office yelling pick-up orders into her cellphone. It was successful for longer than she would have expected, she thinks, tapping the end of her pen against her bottom lip. 

She clicks her pen a few times as she shuffles the papers on her desk, staring down at a blank copy of the questionnaire she’d made in case Jestiny was in foul enough spirits to rip up the first in defiance. 

It would be nice, to have someone ask her things about who she was for once, she thinks, in an indulgent flight of fancy.  

name: 

“andrea simmons.”

nickname: 

“...anal-retentive goldilocks, was the most recent one.”

gender

“woman, she/her.”

star sign

“capricorn.” 

personality type

“estj. 3w2.’’ 

height

“five foot six. empirically verified.” 

orientation:

“lesbian, last i had enough free time to check.”

nationality/ethnicity:

“american. primarily german and scandinavian ancestry.”

fave fruit 

“nectarine, left to my own devices. learning to appreciate leftover cantaloupe picked around on fruit plates.”

fave season:

“summer. warm, sunny, long days.”

fave flower: 

“orchids.”

fave scent 

“lavender, jasmine, eucalyptus.” 

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“coffee. at least three shots of espresso. oat milk. two pumps of hazelnut syrup, no sugar.”

average hours of sleep: 

“three. when you have an infant, you learn to sleep when they sleep.”

dog or cat person

“cats. otto curled up in my lap at the end of a long day is the only thing that keeps me going, sometimes.” 

dream trip 

“any trip. any trip alone. any trip alone without having to worry about what i will find when i come back. greece would be nice, i think.” 

favorite fictional/real character

“peggy olson.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“i have a weighted blanket and a quilt at home. and a fleece throw on my office couch that gets more use.”

random fact: 

“i considered going into politics, and interned on a few campaign teams during college. There are many days i regret not following through on that.” 

i know i’m super late to this, so major apologies for repetitive tags and extra no pressure out to the usuals @belorage @hctknives @fourlittleseedlings @galaxycunt @lordundying @florbelles @josephslittledeputy @afarcryfrommymain @poetikat @voidika @captastra @confidentandgood @deputyash @blissfulalchemist @shellibisshe @thedeadthree @nightbloodbix @miyabilicious @henbased @clicheantagonist @firstaidspray @strafethesesinners @jackiesarch @v0idbuggy @orionlancasterr @stacispratt @professorpineapple @strangefable @shallow-gravy @inafieldofdaisies @corvosattano @socially-awkward-skeleton opt in for tags on writing stuff here!

#america’s sweetheart verse back on my mind a lot lately i love you narratively satisfying character stagnation #v: america’s sweetheart #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #oc: andrea simmons

[avonne-writes]

I have the exact same thought as you with regard to omega-alpha fic bc most of the time there are just Smut and the characters lose their actual personality. However, if it is done well it can be an interesting story. That is why in this case omega Buck makes more sense as he is the quiet leader, the one that takes care of people (give an apple to Curt, making sure everyone is fine at the camp, stays calm even when he is not) but if he needs to be aggressive to protect he will be (he is like a mama bear). I feel that in this case you could bring his dad background and integrate it in his omega orientation why he nest by himself and not with other (in my head i have a headcanon that he steals people clothing when he wants to nest). But I am also interested in your Alpha Buck and Alpha Bucky interpretation!

I'm glad I'm not the only one feeling like that about certain abo stories! And yes, omega Gale has a lot of potential. 😊

Random headcanons about an alpha x alpha scenario:

It would make sense in an abo 1940s world that the military only lets alphas and betas to join

Alpha doesn’t automatically mean leader type, but both Gale and Bucky are leaders

They like that they feel like equals in almost every way

They have different leadership styles, so in general situations, dominance depends on the circumstances. But it's usually Gale who has the final say because he’s calmer.

On the other hand, physical intimidation (if ever needed) is Bucky's thing

Bucky is more territorial than Gale and he rubs his scent everywhere. But especially on Gale. New replacements are always confused about which one is Buck and which is Bucky, because not only their names are the same, but they smell the same too

Gale has a good sense of smell and likes to nose at Bucky’s neck

In their relationship, dominance is always a game, and they love playing around, teasing each other, pulling at each other

When it comes to sex, there's often some wrestling involved and a lot of passion, so it's a bit rough

To take a knot without being equipped for it, one needs extra prep and patience, so that doesn’t happen every time

#buck x bucky #clegan #AxA au #abo hc #anon

[fereldanwench]

OC Interview - Valerie Powell

I was tagged by @gloryride forever ago to interview my girl--Thank you, bb! I'm so late to doing this that I'm not gonna tag anyone else, but feel free to yoink it if you wanna do it!

[Answers are directly from Valerie's POV before the heist in 2077.]

.ೃ࿔*:･ NAME?

Valerie Irene Powell. [laughs] Yeah, my initials are VIP. My dad had a dorky sense of humor, and my mom let him get away with it. "Irene" is my great-grandmother's first name on her side of the family.

.ೃ࿔*:･ NICKNAME?

Pretty much just "V" these days, which was all Jackie's doing. A lot of the staff and some regulars at Nishimura's used to call me "Blue," but that was ages ago. Overly familiar acquaintances who don't know me well but think they do usually call me "Val."

.ೃ࿔*:･ GENDER?

Biologically female, no gender alterations or augmentations.

A/N - Valerie is a cis woman, but I don't see that specific language being in her vernacular.

.ೃ࿔*:･ STAR SIGN?

I was born in Night City on October 12 2041. Misty tells me that makes me a, uh--Hey, Misty, what am I again?

[Misty, calling from the other room: Libra Sun with a Taurus Moon and Scorpio Rising!]

Yeah, that. [laughs] Whatever the hell that even means.

.ೃ࿔*:･ HEIGHT?

Tall. 5'10" or 178 cm. And I admit I have a weakness for a sexy pair of heels, so I usually look a lot taller.

.ೃ࿔*:･ ORIENTATION?

People are out here fucking cyborgs with four eyes and chicks with gold dicks and electric nipples--What does this even mean? [laughs] I've never given it much thought. I like what I like, and I've liked a lot of different types of people with a lot of different things going on. [laughs again]

A/N: I say Valerie is bi, because that is the contemporary real-life word that best reflects her sexuality for me when I'm talking about her, but when I was really thinking about it from her POV and in the context of her world, I don't think she'd be too hung up on a label. She'd also probably see her wide spectrum of attraction as closer to the default, not the exception.

.ೃ࿔*:･ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY?

I'm a typical American mutt. My dad's side of the family can mostly be traced back to Western Europe--my grandmother told me "Powell" is an Anglicized form of an old Welsh surname--and my mom's side is from the Eastern Mediterranean. Dad's side has been in NUSA for a long time (like two centuries before it was even called NUSA), but Mom's family has only been here for a few generations.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE FRUIT?

I just love fresh fruit. It's such a rare treat in Night City--I'll take fresh strawberries or melons over any other kind of sweet treat.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE SEASON?

Spring! When everything starts turning green and flowers are blooming. There aren't a ton of places in Night City where you can really experience that, but I know a few hidden gems.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE FLOWER?

Hydrangeas, probably. Especially the blue and purple ones. Oh, and wisteria! A tree covered in blooming wisteria is one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE SCENT?

Freshly brewed coffee; new car smell; woodsy, smokey colognes and perfumes; real leather; whatever incense Misty uses in her shop; clothes right out of the dryer; lavender; a ton more that I know I'm forgetting!

.ೃ࿔*:･ COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE?

Strong coffee, black, maybe a little sugar if I'm feeling indulgent. Tea is nice, but it's not my caffeine fix. I like a cup of lavender or chamomile tea at night. Hot chocolate is too heavy and rich for my taste. A sip is nice, but I could never finish a cup.

.ೃ࿔*:･ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

I try not to get any fewer than 6 hours, but that's easier said than done some nights. Okay, most nights.

.ೃ࿔*:･ DOG OR CAT PERSON?

You know, I've only ever seen one dog in person. A childhood friend's family had one--I don't know the breed, but it was a yippy little shit and it bit me! Never really wanted to see another dog, if I'm honest.

I like cats, though. There's a stray that hangs by Misty's place--He's the sweetest little guy. I picked up a bag of kibble we keep there to feed him when he comes around.

.ೃ࿔*:･ DREAM TRIP?

I've actually traveled a lot--My parents had to go to Biotechnica's HQ in Rome a few times when I was a kid, and they usually turned those trips into an excuse to have an extended European vacation. And I went all over the globe working for Arasaka for 7 years. I'd love to go back to Japan for non-work reasons.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

You're gonna laugh, it's so predictable. In my defense, I can't remember the last time I watched or read anything new--Actually, that's not true. Jackie made me watch one of those Bushido movies last week, and I just don't get it. Anyway. It's Elizabeth Bennet. Don't look at me--What's the next question?

.ೃ࿔*:･ NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

Just a sheet and comforter.

.ೃ࿔*:･ RANDOM FACT?

Oh, no, don't put me on the spot like this! [laughs] Um, okay, I shot my first firearm when I was about 7. Under intense adult supervision--My dad was really serious about self-defense and the right to bear arms, which always surprised people because he came across as such a meek science nerd. I didn't like it--It was so loud, even with earmuffs. Funny how things change.

Is that kind of a heavy note to leave on? [laughs again] Okay, how about this one: I can't roll my tongue.

#fem v #female v #fem v friday #oc: valerie v powell #g: cyberpunk 2077 #long post #so the fave character one really confounded me bc who the fuck are fictional characters in this world lmao #and then i was like well we could go classic lit since that still exists #and valerie was a bit of a book nerd when she was younger #and i was like omg valerie is 100% a closet romantic we gotta go austen #and the gender and orientation ones stumped me a bit too bc i just really don't think these would be seen the same way as they are irl #i think valerie would find both questions kind of odd #this was a lot of fun to do though #and the nickname thing was a bit of fun projection from my own irritation at acquaintances calling me a shortened version of my name #that i dont like lmao

[sagau-my-beloved]

Just got a little idea while reading that winged reader hcs. Imagine Reader and venti creating a nest built of their random things like ventis Cape Reader hoodie and of course feathers. After days of building the nest, they can finally rest and cuddle in peace. Just make my heart warm <3

🧩 anon

Honestly Venti with avian traits my beloved, I simply think it would be very cute

He's got the big pretty wings, his real form is one that's bird-like, I am 100% down for making him more bird orientated pls

So on that, Venti with heightened senses, Venti having sharper eyesight and a very keen sense of smell that's gotten him out of a lot of trouble

Possessive Venti who needs you to smell like him because he just can't rest unless he knows no one will mistake you as available, even though the logical side of him know that's not quite how humans work

His wings probably shed like crazy too, so Venti sneaking a few feathers in with your belongings as another way of letting everyone know you're his, and of course he'll just gift them to you as well, he likes the idea of having a part of him in your possession and his feathers are just so pretty and soft anyway

And there are some days where he just feels an indescribable need to keep you safe and right next to him, where being apart and knowing you're with other people physically hurts him

Those are the days he goes and finds every soft blanket and pillow in the house and asks you to build a 'fort' with him, which turns more into a large nest like pile where he holds you as close as possible like his life depends on it, whining and fussing whenever you need to get up and away from him, promising that he'll be useful tomorrow if you just indulge him today

It's just so warm and comfortable and you're so soft and nice and he just needs to have you in his arms away from everything else for awhile, he'll even allow his wings to be seen so he can wrap you in them too, you like when he does that right? He's being all vulnerable and exposed just for you, so won't you stay a bit longer?

He's even got snacks prepared and he'll sing to you all you want, you're just so warm and smell so nice he just wants to bury his face in you for a few hours, soaking up all the pleasant feelings you provide from your presence alone

This can manifest itself negatively too though, like if someone were to interrupt you...

His instincts would scream at him to get rid of the offending person, the threat, but he has restraint, he's a God after all

Venti's certainly not going to be nice about it though, that person coming directly into his space that he's created specifically for the two of you without so much as an invitation is rather rude, and if they're looking for you, to take you away—

Venti's done being polite and they're getting a door directly to the face, courtesy of the wind and his annoyance

You're absolutely not going anywhere with anyone else, the fact that anyone think they can simply take you is an insult on an unbelievable scale, he's fully capable of providing you with everything you could need thank you very much, no need for you to see another living breathing person today while he's there to fill all the gaps

But major avian Venti brainrot 👌

#genshin impact #genshin venti #genshin x reader #venti x reader #brainrot #🧩 anon #he's so pretty and cute #i wanna pet his wings so badly #i bet they're so soft

[broodwolf221]

got tagged by @lyriumlullaby-ao3 for an oc thing and i am exciteee. ofc i have so many ocs rn so choosing one was hard, but i want to yell about nessa again bc im love her sm ;u;

NAME: Nessa Lavellan

NICKNAME: just nessa. some ppl might call her nes and she doesn't correct them, but she thinks it's a little weird

GENDER: cis female

TAROT/ZODIAC: unknown lmao

HEIGHT: ~5'5"

ORIENTATION: bi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: dalish :')

FAVORITE FRUIT: i could see her being very fond of strawberries

FAVORITE SEASON: summer! she gets cold very easily

FAVORITE FLOWER: she's actually not overly interested in nature, but bold flowers do catch her attention. she likes sunflowers.

FAVORITE SCENT: she likes the smell when it starts to rain

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: mostly tea, although after joining the inquisition she drinks coffee and hot chocolate too. frankly in skyhold she will take ANY warm drink

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: probably about 6-7

DOGS OR CATS: she likes both, but she's more of a dog person. she's fascinated by the idea of humans and their hunting dogs/mabari - as a hunter in her clan, she thinks it'd have been helpful to have a hound with her

DREAM TRIP: she's very fond of coastal stretches, so anything like that where she isn't being asked to fight (but she has to bundle up so much)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: many. her bed in skyhold probably has 4, one of which is fur

RANDOM FACT: she has a strong preference for wool clothing

tagging hmmm @arlathvhenan @possessedopossum @tobythewise but no pressure uwu

#nessa lavellan #my stubborn girl <3

[gloryride]

OC INTERVIEW

tagged by @chevvy-yates ♥♥ thanks! I know who you want, so here baby driver <3

-- Name --

Enzo Angelo Sarto. No, don't call me Lorenzo, i don't like this name, and i don't care was my nonno name. My parents call me like that when i screw up. So it's Enzo, capisce ?

-- Nickname --

Lot of people call me Enzolino because some race commentators called me that when I won my first race at 16. I was the youngest racer for years. Because "-ino" in Italian means "little". And i still have this name, even i'm a tall ragazzo and i'm 24. And so many of my family calls me Lino, some close friends too. But i prefer people call me Enzo. Except Jay who calls me Babe, adn that's really cute in his pretty mouth.

-- Gender --

Cis Male

-- Star Sign --

Born in October 30, i'm a proud Scorpio !

-- Height--

1m89, or 6"2 if you want

-- Orientation --

Bisexual

-- Nationality/Ethnicity --

Italian. I don't care i never saw Italia in my life, but all my famiglia is italian so am i ! Yeah yeah, i know i was born in Arizona, but it's from Free States not NUSA, right ? I can't be American, so i'm Italian.

-- Fave Fruit --

I love prickly pears, because you find many in deserts around New Mexico, when they're not toxic. Mia mamma does pretty neat marmelades with. I like oranges too, when they're ripe and sweet

-- Fave Season --

Spring, when it starts to be a bit hot but not too much. And sometimes it rains, feels so good after a day in a desert !

-- Fave Flower --

Don't see many flowers in desert, except cactus flowers. I had a bouquet of lilies and peonies when I won my last Vegas Race - they smelt really good!

-- Fave Scent --

Maybe i have weird taste, but i love motor oil smell, as like hot asphalt, then refreshed by rain. In more classic, when lasagna just came out still hot, or just citrus smell.

-- Coffee, tea or hot chocolate --

Coffee, that's a basic.

-- Average hours of sleep --

Chaotic and my dark circles speak for me. I go to bed late but wake up early, sometimes i don't sleep, because i start working with my dad at 6am to avoid heat in desert. I take nap afternoon and when i can, but i rarely sleep a long night.

-- Dog or Cat person --

I love dogs, but if i can choose another animals i prefer geckos. You can see a lot in desert, they're adorable.

-- Dream trip --

I travel all the time so i dunno ... maybe going to Italy and see where my famiglia come from ? Or maybe just on the East Coast of NUSA, just to see how it is, and seeing if there are some races.

-- Favorite fictional character --

This guy in Bushido 6 : Street Score plays by Drew Garcia, always forget his name. He's a dick but so cool with his car. Saw the scene too many times ... And i saw many western movies with my brother Virgile, i really love the ones with Terrence Hill. So Nobody in My Name is Nobody and ... what's the name in English ? Vabbè. Lo chiamavano Trinità, where he plays Trinita, awesome too !

-- Number of blankets they sleep with --

Between none and one. If i sleep alone, one. If i'm with Jay, he spreads the blanket away so i have nothing ... except him.

-- Random fact --

It's something I never talk about because I don't have any information. But I have… I had… an older sister. My mother was married and he left to join the Wraiths with their baby. We know that he was killed a year later, but there's no trace of the baby. Mamma searched and never found her, and she still wonders where she is, if she's still alive. It seems that's why she only had me with Dad, the fear of losing me too would have been a kind of psychological block and she was never able to have other children.

#about : enzo sarto #cyberpunk 2077 #thanks for the tag #love his smile in this pic <3

[bamnamuu]

1. i see him in my dreams

warnings: swearing, threatening to push people out of cars

(not proof read)

We have orientation today. It's nothing special mostly just ‘blah blah blah’ , they split us up into groups the games and ticket people are with yeonjun and then everyone else is with soobin, I believe I wasn't exactly paying attention, how could I Jake was standing like six feet away from me, he looked better than I remember. I'm lost in my own daydream until beomgyu speaks up beside me. 

‘’ y/n?’’ 

‘’Humh’’ I turned to face him. 

‘’ I just said I'm gonna head over to heesung’’ he said. 

‘’ .. Good luck!’’ I said with a smile. 

‘’ why, we’re just looking around the park?’’ he was 

‘’cause you're going to be with kai!’’ smiling as I was turning away, I hear him mutter something under his breath. My group had left me, so I had to run to catch up. Bumping into lily, we started talking. It's all nice and breezy until we reach our destination. The ticket booth,

‘’Do you think they'll drag me back here if I start running?’’ 

‘’ They might not but, I would’’

‘’ lil I heard that one summer, two girls were working and they got locked in and died!’’

‘’Did Taehyun tell you that one too?’’

‘’Yeah, unfortunately, he also called me a lobster!’’ I finished my sentence and face lily, she was making a face like she was trying to hold in her laugh, before completely breaking. 

Too much time passes and we have gone over the basics like ‘take money give a ticket and repeat’, pretty simple, its that hard, but it’s extremely hot luckily yeonjun left the booth door open so we get some wind, then they bring out the yellow uniforms and send us on our way.

‘’ Oh I forgot about the mic’s, there are two on and off buttons, one for in the booth, one for outside. It's better to just leave the outside one at all times!’’  yeonjun said as he re-entered the booth and showed us how to use the mics before kicking us out and locking the booth. 

‘’ where's soob?’’ lily said as we caught up with Beomgyu and yunjin.

‘’ he has to stay back and do important work things’’ Yunjin brings her hands up to make air quotations. 

‘’ soo who wants to get boba?’’ lily shrieks in my ear, and everyone starts running back to the gyus' car.

Beomgyu had agreed to drive all of us besides kai to work. I don’t know why our huening kai is an angel, with saying that Beomgyu threatened to push me out of the moving car.

‘’ beomgyu can we not threaten our friends first thing in the morning?’’

‘’yunjin it's 11:00 am, also no I will threaten my friends when they're wrong’’ he's glaring at me through the rearview mirror i can feel it, but i decide I don't care, cause I'm in a sharpie-smelling car with my friends, also if he does push me out of the car i will make him pay my hospital bills, i move up in my seat and grab the aux chord that attached to gyus phone and play music until we make to our destination and start work. 

Taehyun's tips have been working, or at least his last one, because I haven't been able to think all day. It's that busy, but where our booth is located, I get to see a small view of Jake and Beomgyu handing out mini fishing poles to kids, but that fun is ruined when the glare of the sun blocks my view. Lily and I have been crushing the shit out of our jobs and only been a couple of days. As I handed a ticket to the last person in line, I look to Lily. 

‘’I'm gonna go on break now, Do you think you can handle this beast all by yourself?’’ pointing at the empty line, she tells me she's all good and to enjoy the wind, and I leave. I take my time walking to the staff lounge since there’s a nice cold breeze, passing beomgyu’s booth, and a bunch of screaming kids i get to the door and sit down on one of the bright green chairs, while putting my headphones on i hear someone enter the room, looking up from my phone i see jake staring at me.

“y/n right?”

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authors note 🗒️: soooo chapter one is done !! this is my first story so if it’s bad that’s why 🫶 jake pov next time 🙀

<3

Synopsis: Y/N and her friends all wind up working at the same amusement park for the entire summer. It just so happens that her longtime crush, Jake Sim, is working at the same park with his friends. Unfortunately for Jake, his ex-girlfriend Yoona has planned to make her way back into his life, so his friends bring up the idea of having a fake girlfriend so that Yoona will leave him alone, and his eyes just so happen to land on the girl in the ticketing booth.

tag list 🏷️ @mrchweeee

(message me if you wanna be added to tag list ☺️)

#enhypen #enhypen texts #jake sim #jake imagines #jake sim x reader #jake sim au #beomgyu #enhypen au #enha smau #one ticket please

[olath124]

OC INTERVIEW

THANK YOU @ouroboros-hideout for the tag!

Violet is going to answer in a sincere way. She is a firm believer in a fake it till you make it, so she's usually more cool and collected than her spontaneous answers. But I liked to have a glimpse in her mind so she’d answer as she was speaking to herself.

My comments are enclosed in*...* and yes, using an old image because too lazy to make another one xD.

NAME?

Violet… Wright.

Don't like other people knowing my name.

NICKNAME?

V.

When I was a kid Jackie used to call me Violent. Then Ultraviolent. Then UV. Then simply V. That's quite the jump. When I got back and he called me V again, as nothing had changed, I knew I was home.

GENDER?

Female, cis.

STAR SIGN?

Hmmm… Aries? I’d have to ask Misty.

But she said I am passionate, stubborn, and prone to anger as every Aries, and I tend to believe her.

HEIGHT?

Yes, I know, I'm small. 1.65 cm.

I've always been small and when you're surrounded by buffed Valentinos that's an issue. But lately, it's proven useful. I'd rather be small and quick than big and hard to miss!

ORIENTATION?

I don't care, if someone sparkles my interest I stay with them as long as we fit together. I’m probably pansexual, or probably heteroflexible, but I've never really thought about it in depth.

FAVORITE FRUIT?

Fruit!? It's hard to find real good fruit in Heywood. But once Mama Welles bought real cherries for something special and Jackie stole them. I can't get that taste out of my head!

FAVORITE SEASON?

I like winter. I like the colder weather. I wish it would snow sometimes.

FAVORITE FLOWER?

Should it be violets? I hope not, but when I go out with someone who knows my name they always give me violets. It's embarrassing. If I had to pick a flower I'd pick peonies. But I don't care much about flowers anyway.

FAVORITE SCENT?

Tobacco. Not smoke, I don't like the smell of smoke. But I love the smell of tobacco. And a hint of vanilla, I think!

COFFEE OR TEA?

Coffee, usually. Tea on special occasions.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

It may vary a lot. If I need to stay awake or if the adrenaline is high I can stay awake. I've spent a few days when I had to… do a lot of stuff without sleeping. But when I finally stop I crash hard. I can sleep for 12-14 hours at a time.

*Vio, you’re a mess xD”

DOG OR CAT PERSON?

Cats. Dogs require too much attention and energy. I don't have a fixed schedule so having a dog would be a mess.

DREAM TRIP?

I love the City, love to hate it. I know, it's only a trip… but I know I'd feel out of place anywhere else. If I had to choose somewhere, I'd say Europe. Greece, Spain, or Italy… but I really don't like the idea of being away from the City for too long. Can I have a trip to a particular part of the City?

*She REALLY loves Night City*

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

Do people really have a favorite fictional character?!? I… don't know, I have to say that I've never consumed a lot of fiction, anyway.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

One or none. As I've said, I usually crash on my bed when I'm too tired to go on, and often I sleep directly over the blanket.

*A real mess!*

RANDOM FACT?

I've once tried… This is embarrassing… to crochet a sweater for a cat. I still have the threads and everything somewhere. I thought it would be relaxing. But it was a mistake. Don't have the patience for that kind of stuff and they've teased me enough for it.

This is random enough isn't it?!

Anyone I know (or I silently follow like a stalker, because yeah, that’s what I do.) up here has probably already been tagged (most of them have already done it!) but that's ok anyway! @cybervesna @aggravateddurian @theviridianbunny @dustymagpie @wanderingaldecaldo

#Violet #my oc art #my oc stuff #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077

[multi-lefaiye]

tav game (hehe)

i saw there was a tav info tag game thing and came as fast as i could. yoinking the open tag from my friend @kk7-rbs, which you can read over here: [x] (i also wanna shout out the other one of these i've seen, by @findingtarshish! you can see theirs here: [x])

for this one, i'll be doing my boy eden, sharing screencaps from both of my save files with him, but mainly the dark urge one b/c that one i've taken more screencaps in. he's a model to me.

gonna leave this as an open tag for anyone who'd like to do one! for bg3 or not. but i *am* gonna poke @skitzo-kero @void-botanist and @anexor specifically if y'all want <3 (no pressure to any of y'all ofc)

(his dream visitor in this screenshots is taking the form of his estranged father, abdiel, who left him deeply traumatized and riddled with self worth issues)

Name: Dr. Eden Linnaeus (eventually Dr. Eden Ravengard-Dekarios)

Nickname(s): Captain, Ed, Doc, The Sunbringer, Ivaebhin (only Kader, his childhood best friend, can get away with calling him that last one)

Pronouns: He/Him

Star Sign: Leo Sun, Virgo Moon (not sure what else he's got going though lol)

Height: 5'3" / 160 cm

Orientation: Gay

Class: Warlock (Archfey)

Race: Mephistopheles Tiefling

Romancing: In my main save with Eden, Wyll! And in the Dark Urge save, Gale. And in my heart... both. It's a polycule. And the polycule is a biiit more complicated than that even, with other characters involved, but point is. There's a lot of love going around here, of various flavors.

I imagine at least those three are married, though, and Eden takes both Wyll and Gale's surnames, distancing himself from his own family's legacy and forging a new one with these people he cares for so deeply.

(the rest under the cut)

Favorite Fruit: Raspberries! He likes to snack on them while he works.

Favorite Season: Spring! He likes seeing life return to the world after a long winter.

Favorite Flower: He'll say he's not one for flowers, but Eden has a fondness for Mountain Laurels.

Favorite Scent: In many ways, Eden is rather indifferent to smells and doesn't put much thought into picking a favorite. However, he has a fondness for woodsy scents, and a deep-seated aversion to smokey scents.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate?: Coffee, all the way, but he has a fondness for a specific flavor of Waterdhavian tea Gale brews for them both sometimes. He's not exactly a connoisseur of tea, though, haha.

Average Sleep Hours: Far too few, haha. Eden tends to work himself to exhaustion rather frequently, and then keep going. Wyll and Gale have become experts at redirecting their husband's attention and convincing him to take a break and rest.

Dogs or Cats: Both! But I think Eden is overall more of a dog person, having grown up around them. Still, he adores Tara.

Dream Trip: When he was younger, Eden wanted to see Rosymorn Monastery, as his mother told him many stories of her studies there on her journey to becoming a cleric. However, as he got older, he became far more agnostic in his beliefs and the idea became much less appealing. He gave up on praying to Lathander after his mom's death, and now he feels mainly just... a vague sense of discomfort and grief when he thinks about the god he was raised with. This only got worse after seeing the monastery during his travels with the group.

So, now Eden wants to see Candlekeep. He desperately wants access to that expansive library and to learn all that he can. At heart, Eden hungers for knowledge above all else.

Amount of Blankets: So many. Eden is always on the chilly side, and that coupled with his chronic joint and muscle pain means he can only really sleep bundled up in a blanket nest. Wyll and Gale have had to make peace with their husband being a blanket hoarder.

Random Facts:

Yes, Eden has a fantasy phd. He basically got a degree in being a wizard... despite not having much ability to use magic himself. His magic is almost entirely from his warlock pact, as besides that he just can't use magic in the way a lot of other mages can.

He also has pretty serious chronic joint pain, made worse when he strains himself using his magic. It's a condition he inherited from his mother, and it's one he's learned to live with and how to accommodate for.

Eden's storyline is a mix of the normal tav story and the Dark Urge storyline. How so? Well. Before the adventure, Eden died, and he's only recently been resurrected at the start... minus many of his memories about who he is and what happened to him. So, on top of all the other shit going on, Eden has to figure out why his brain is full of holes.

Eden's father Abdiel is a very well-known and respected wizard, one that Gale actually was a fan of when he was younger. However, after seeing how horribly Abdiel treats Eden, Gale has left that adoration behind. Never meet your heroes, and all that.

(On a similar note, Wyll originally encouraged Eden to consider forgiving his father and reconnecting with him, which was the cause of a lot of conflict between them in the early days of their relationship. Eventually, though, Wyll came to understand *why* Eden doesn't want to forgive the man who traumatized him and abandoned him, and he respects and supports Eden's decision.)

(Gale and Wyll might or might not have an agreement to make sure Eden never has to even be in the same room as his father ever again. They'll keep him safe.)

#tag game #bg3 #oc tag game #multi makes text posts #eden linnaeus #undescribed images cw #bg3 tag game

[v-eats-bugs]

OC INTERVIEW!! >:)

Thanks for tagging me @cyberholic77! This is the first cyberpunk community thing I have been tagged in and it means a lot 🥹

I'm going to use the V that I am bringing into my friend's Fallout D&D campaign because he has been on the mind a lot, and I think he is my silliest V! The general idea for him is he is still a person who lives and grew up in the Fallout universe, but his personality and interests and stuff like that are a clear homage to V from Cyberpunk 2077.

NAME?

"...V. It's just V."

His full name is Vault Copperhand. The last name is just a family thing, he doesn't have a copper hand. (yet?!?!) He was named Vault by his parents before the war even was a thing, but he isn't really sure why they did that.

_____

NICKNAME?

"Please just call me V, okay?"

His life goal is that no one finds out about his dumbass name. 😭

_____

GENDER?

"Transgender man."

_____

STAR SIGN?

"I'm a... Gemini, yes a Gemini. My birthday is June 10th. My late wife would read me the horoscopes in the paper before the war. Not sure I believe them, but it was a nice time."

He says he doesn't really believe them, but if the paper said he was going to have a troublesome day, he would be much more wary than usual.

_____

HEIGHT?

"5'6 at least the last time I checked?"

1.68m for non-Americans ;) he's a bit shorter lol.

_____

ORIENTATION?

"I think the word is bisexual? Gender isn't a big thing for me, life's too short to worry about what's in a person's pants."

He had a wife, but post coming out of his vault, he has had a series of flings. He is a bit of a slut <3

_____

FAVORITE FRUIT?

"Oh man. I haven't had a good slice of watermelon since before the vault. I should see if there is any way I can find some."

He's had some yucca and cactus fruit since coming out of his vault, but he loves the sweet flavor of watermelon.

_____

FAVORITE SEASON?

"Fall is the best. Not too cold, not too hot. "

He loves weather that lets him wear his favorite jackets without freezing.

_____

FAVORITE FLOWER?

"I like the smell of daffodils when I can find them."

_____

FAVORITE SCENT?

"Freshly washed linen. Nothing beats that soft feeling of clean fabric on skin."

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COFFEE OR TEA?

"Black coffee is good."

_____

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

"Sleep is for the weak. I only need a few hours to keep going."

He lives a pretty nomadic lifestyle. If he can set up his hammock, he is good to go.

_____

DOG OR CAT PERSON?

"Cats, they just feel like a calm presence in the wild world."

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DREAM TRIP?

"Always wanted to see some other cities. New York or something like that."

He loves the open road, but cities always draw him in.

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FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

"I like the tin man in the Wizard of Oz is cool I guess? I don't really watch movies."

He's not much of a movie guy, he has too much energy to sit still for very long. He'd rather be working on something with his hands.

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NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

"You only ever need one good blanket when it's made right."

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RANDOM FACT?

The vault V is from is in Vegas. The experiment was that everyone's consciousness was uploaded to a computer for hundreds of years. I chose this because it's like mikoshi >:)

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I'm tagging: @ashesfordayz @elvenbeard @mail-me-a-snail @swearingcactus @glitchinginthegarden

Of course there is no need to do this if you don't want to! Thank you again @cyberholic77 for tagging me!

#oc: Vault #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk v #male v #fallout

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hihi pia! youve said before that you like to leave a lot of the visuals up to the readers imagination with what you write, but i thought to ask can you explain maybe the layour of garys cottage? 😭😭 im so bad with stuff like orientation and space, and i struggle so much sometimes when i read and think ok, now where is that door they came from and where is that chair next to the table and that window. rereading the teacup incident & i just really cant make it work. its fine if not. ily!

Anon, very unfortunately, I am not an architect, and I just spent 30 minutes trying to draw this out which has highlighted to me that I know what the layout is but my job is actually writing and not...drawing the layouts of homes. (If only)

You can always just look up cosy cottages and then use that, anon!

The job of a reader (imho) isn't to imagine things exactly as they are, but go from the details they've been given and often relate that back to what they already know. Sometimes that might mean looking something up if it's genuinely something you've never seen before (karri trees), or relating them back to a tall tree you're familiar with (sequoias). In fact no reader imagines the same thing when they're reading. I could spend 1000 words describing a red cabinet and people will imagine 1000 slightly different variations anyway. Everyone has a different idea of 'red' and a different idea of 'wood' and a different idea of 'cabinet' and even if I lock down into the nitty gritty, if we're not living in the same country, our power sockets look different, our heating and cooling systems (and accommodations for them) are different, the fabrics we use are different (unless we all go to IKEA), the smells of the home are all slightly different.

I think even if I did draw it out successfully in two hours (which is not time I really have spare at the moment :/ I wish I did because I think it could be fun except that I don't want to download architecture software to make an actual blueprint of an entire cottage that's in scale but also shows exactly where the furniture will go which includes interior design as well x.x - and I do know exactly how it's laid out mentally, so I know I could make it work. (And I still might, maybe, but probably not while I have a 15 week old puppy I'm sorry anon D: ) But yeah doing it on paper has proven to me that actually writing out the location of like 50 different things means the blueprint becomes too small and messy to still tell what's going on. I wrote 'table and chairs' over the table and chairs and now you can no longer see the table and chairs in my sketch which is not useful!

There's a difference between the layout of a house and the layout of the objects and furniture in a house. I may have worked for an architecture firm, but I am not a house designer. *cries*

But! All you really need to know is that Gary can't see the kitchen cabinets from where he sits on the couch. Which means if someone crouches down and opens the cabinets, he can't see them either. There are a lot of houses that have layouts like this, especially houses that have a counter not just up against the wall, but in the middle of the kitchen.

For example in this image, if a couch was in front of the kitchen counter that's free-standing, and a person was sitting on the couch and looked at the free-standing kitchen counter, they would not be able to see the kitchen cabinets from the free standing kitchen counter, or what's in them. They can only see the counter. If the lounge was lower than the kitchen, they'd see even less.

In this image, if the couch was where the stairs are, you'd not be able to see what Efnisien was doing in the kitchen at all until he stoop and held up the teacup. If he kept the teacup low in his hands, you'd not be able to see it at all.

Because Gary's cottage is small, but open plan, the lounge has a view to the kitchen, but not directly into the kitchen.

There's lots of houses that feature this kind of architecture, so if you really want to go down that rabbit hole, you can just search different kitchens in cottages until you see one where if you sit on the couch, you can't see someone crouched in front of the kitchen cabinets.

Gary's free-standing kitchen counter is also multi-level like this is multi-level:

So someone could stand there and make a coffee and a person sitting on the couch wouldn't be able to see what they were doing. Ornaments and vases and notes etc. can go on the raised bit, and kitchen stuff can happen on the lower bit.

Ah marvel at my use of technical terms *cries again*

Anyway! I hope that helps somewhat. I'm mad that I can't draw this layout for you because I do wish I could just...mentally take people on a tour through this cottage. And it would be great to do that. But I am looking at the saddest most pathetic sketch in my sketchpad right now, and I used to work as an artist, but I'm just very very very very bad at this kind of technical drawing.

But maybe the teacup scene will make a little more sense now :)

#asks and answers #pia on writing #pia on failing at writing lmao #underline the black #setting description is tough because like #unless you yourself are actually drawing a layout anon #which almost no one does #what most people get instead is just a 'sense' of where things are #they might know the bedroom feels like it's in the right place if it's too the right or the left #or they might imagine something cosy for them #when you don't get that sense #you can then go to looking up cottages #like 'australia cottage bushland' or something #and get an idea of the woods and furniture used in some of the nicer small ones #if you find something you like you can use that #just like writing is an artform #reading is also a bit of an artform #the best part is you transform the story as you read it #it's not meant to look like how i imagined it exactly #it becomes something entirely new in your head #but i still hope this post helped!!!!

[edwardslostalchemy]

OC Game

I was tagged by @tododeku-or-bust thanks, my dude!!!!

I'm talking about my main girl who lives in my brain rent free, Carmen. :)

Name: Sofia del Carmen Portillo Guerrero, Hero Alias: Ripped Gate

Nickname: Carmelita, Meme (by her younger brother)

Gender: Female

Star sign: Aries

Personality type: happy, observant, intensely dedicated to fighting/sparring so she can be a little feral, quick witted, sassy with people who annoy her, trustworthy, discreet, cautious, positive, blends in with her surroundings when under cover

Height: 5ft / 1.52 m (she is 5 feet of whoop ass)

Orientation: Bisexual :D

Nationality/Ethnicity: Mexican/Hispanic

Favorite fruit: Mangoes!

Favorite season: Spring because that's when flowers bloom

Favorite scent: coconut-y smells because they're tropical, and because of Malibu rum

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee, though she isn't opposed to the other two. She does love strong, caffeinated coffee that can keep her awake because she uses all the time of the day she can for her missions/research.

Average hours of sleep: 5-7, depending on the workload of the day, but if she needs to have information ready for her missions, she will sleep less than 5 hours.

Dogs or cats: DOGS!!! She and her family have owned dogs since she was a kid, and she had a husky that sadly passed away a few years prior to the beginning of my story. Now, she has a special husky as a guard/watch dog. Notice I said the dog is special.

Dream trip: She has travelled to various countries around the world for work, but she's never had the chance to go to Hawaii or other small islands like the Maldives.

Number of blankets: 4 blankets: 1 that goes under her when she sleeps, and 2 that cover her when she sleeps; and 1 she uses to wrap herself with whenever she's lounging around her apartment. She loves being warm.

Random fact: Her quirk is Portal Creation and she's the one person in her immediate family that was blessed with being able to make stable portals that are useful for transportation. She can create as many as 30 stable portals at once, and when she touches her younger brother's hand when he activates his quirk to stabilize portals, she is able to create 50 stable portals. She can even make portals over her eyes as a way for her to see into other locations, though this temporarily blinds her (but it's still so cool). She has to be very careful because if she doesn't concentrate on her portals, she could rip through time and space, which is not something she (or anyone else) wants. She can travel from place to place with it and it is very useful in combat because she can evade her opponents and then make a portal to attack them from the back; she can push villains into her portals to disorient them and this gives her the upper hand to apprehend them quickly after she kicks them out of the portals; and when her teammates create something with their quirks, she can store them in her portals to use for a later attack. She can't let her opponents stay in her portals for more than 3 seconds because they will lose their minds and she can hear their despair in her portals. She can also have other people walk through her portals to get them from one place to another, though it's better if she goes with them as their guide. One of her moves is called the "Grand Slam!" because it's an homage to her father, a retired pro hero who likes baseball; and it's her favorite sneak attack on her opponents by appearing from behind them through a portal and punching them.

I have so much to say about her!!!! And I have other ocs if others are interested, too!!!

I am tagging @eclipsedrawsthings and @an-aura-about-you !!! Please start a separate post if you do the game. <3

#tag game #carmen really went and stole my heart huh #bnha rambles #bc it's related to that universe #thank you Ice!!!!