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foreverspellboundhq · 8 months

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← ONCE UPON A TIME WAS A LONG TIME AGO →

Somebody has to be the bad guy. That’s how it works, isn’t it? Every fairytale needs its dark cloud that can be overcome so that the light can shine through on happily ever after. Good guys win, bad guys lose. That’s just how it goes. But, what if it didn’t? What if someone was able to shake things up and make a mark? Granted, it wouldn’t be easy. That, however, doesn’t make it impossible. It takes a special kind of person, and while Miranda Faye was never told she was special, she was certainly told she was different.

The Faye girls were infamous in Walt’s Landing — and mostly for good reasons. Their father was exceptionally proud of his daughters and the power that they possessed. Miranda, the oldest, was undoubtedly the strongest of the bunch. From the beginning, their father was hardest on her. He saw potential in her and was determined to nurture it. What he really did was begin to sow seeds of resentment between Miranda and her other siblings. This was especially true between her and the second eldest, Leah. Leah had no magic at all but was still highly favored by their father. Miranda grew up perpetually working to be loved while straining to reach unattainable standards.

When Miranda was fifteen years old, her father dropped a bombshell. Her sisters were actually her half sisters. He had, at one point, had an affair with a powerful dark caster that had resulted in Miranda. His wife had reluctantly accepted the baby as her own and carried the secret with her until she died when the dark caster refused to have anything to do with the baby. When Miranda went in search of her biological mother, she found that the dark caster had been detained by the Castorea, also know as the coven of four casters who acted as the leaders of all casters in Walt’s Landing. When she pushed for more information, Miranda met dead ends. Your mother was wicked, they told her. You better pray you’re nothing like her. Miranda did worry she was like her, however. Her call to dark magic grew stronger and stronger, and over time she lashed out more and more at her sisters. It reached a point where she was caught trying to curse Leah in a fit of jealousy. Although it saddened him, their father cast Miranda out as she was becoming a danger to all. In her anger she renounced her family.

Out on her own, Miranda threw herself into learning as much about dark magic as she could. An incredibly fast study, it didn’t take long for her power to grow exponentially. Once she started, it seemed impossible for Miranda to stop. Over time, she convinced herself that no one loved her or ever would; the best way she could protect herself would be to become untouchable. For years, it seemed like no one heard from Miranda. Her family waited for the moment she would reappear, but as time went by they grew more and more complacent. When Miranda did reemerge, it was to make a scene.

Everyone expected her to strike at the christening of Leah’s first born daughter; she and her husband had struggled with fertility but had finally been able to conceive a child. Knowing too much magic would be present at the party, Miranda laid low until the night after. Under the cloak of darkness she crept into the infant’s room and cursed the baby Aurora. It was impossible to prove Miranda had been behind it; while the family was able to tell that the infant was cursed, they couldn’t figure out what exactly the curse was. The magic was just too complicated. Leah’s daughter soon vanished from the public eye and Miranda — forever skilled with the long game —was content to wait out the effects. Besides, she had bigger fish to fry than literal babies.

In retrospect, few saw Miranda’s rise to power coming. It was too quick and seamless. Instead of some big coup to overthrow reigning Mayor Michael Mouser, Miranda threw her hat in the ring and began a campaign. There were rumors of dark dealings but nothing that could be proved. Discriminating against dark casters has always been forbidden in Walt's Landing, so while some had concerns there was little they could do. It was around this time that one of the Castorea died. This in itself was unusual. The Castorea often had extended lifespans due to the magic they channeled, and when they felt that magic waning they knew it was time to pick a replacement. In this instance, however, there was no time for that. Their successor had to be chosen quickly to right the balance, and Miranda in her all her power was the ideal candidate.

With her position on the Castorea secured, Miranda continued her mayoral campaign. She wasn't known for being overly warm or friendly, but people saw her quiet strength and soon fell in line. The race continued neck in neck with Michael slightly in the lead until the day Mayor Mouser vanished. When his wife, Minerva, woke up to an empty bed she assumed her incumbent husband was getting an early start to his day. When he never came home and his secretary never heard from him, she sounded the alarms. The Walt's Landing police department looked into the disappearance immediately but not a trace of the missing man could be found. Mayor Mouser was a human capable of leaving the town border, but no one thought he would abandon his wife of the town he loved. Still, the day of the election came and went. Although Michael was slated to win, Minvera pulled his name from the running and Miranda took the title.

Now the mayor of Walt's Landing and a member of the Castorea, Miranda found herself to be the most powerful woman in Walt's Landing and nothing could happen without her saying so. In the year since she's risen to power, Miranda's become known as a calculating leader who plays by her own rules. She'll help out a soul in need if it benefits her, but there's always a cost. Being on her good side is a very good place to be. When another spot on the Castorea mysteriously opened, Miranda successfully nominated her good friend Rebecca Tremaine to the position. It took a lot for Miranda to find her way to the top, but now that's she there she never plans on coming down. Family is far from her mind; when news came that her father died, Miranda abstained from attending the funeral but sent flowers in her stead.

That's the thing about Miranda: she's wicked. Everyone knows it, but no one can prove the wicked things she does. The true blackness of her heart would come as a shock to most. Miranda doesn't care, however. She's long since come to terms with the fact that she's not on this planet to be liked. She exists for power and control. The more she gets, the more she craves. No one knows just how far Miranda will go or what she's capable of. At the end of the day, Walt's Landing belongs to Miranda Faye. If she has her way, nothing will ever change that.

← & THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY NEVER AFTER →

✴ MICHAEL MOUSER seemed to have vanished off the face of the planet, and no one knows where he is. No one but Miranda, that is. She took care of Michael because he was in her way, and he's not the first who has needed to be disposed of. Is poor former Mayor Mouser dead? No, not yet. No one knows what Miranda has done to him other than Miranda herself and Vidal, and she doesn't plan on freeing him anytime soon. Sure, she's in power now. That doesn't mean he couldn't run for reelection in the future. As it stands, Michael is exactly where Miranda wants him. Some may think she had something to do with his disappearance but no one has been bold enough to accuse her of foul play. It's Walt Landing — people have a nasty way of going missing routinely. Michael may have been a good man, but he's just a human. He never stood a chance against Miranda. ✴ VIDAL DAVIES had nothing when he met Miranda. He was at the end of his rope and all alone in the world. Miranda saw his pain and sadness and used it to her advantage. Vidal thought he was getting assistance from the caster, but what he really got was a curse. Now bound to Miranda, Vidal finds himself able to shift from a human to a raven at will. He's Miranda's eyes and ears when she can't be present and his loyalty lays with her alone. Would he like to be free from under her thumb? Yes, but that doesn't seem likely to happen. People don't get to just walk away from Miranda Faye. ✴ AURORA SPELLMAN did nothing wrong other than be born. Out of all her sisters, Miranda always had the least amount of patience for Leah. The fact that her seemingly perfect half-sister got a happily ever after was infuriating. Miranda wasn't interested in that family nonsense; she just didn't like the idea of Leah being happy while she knew she never would be. Punishing Aurora may seem cruel, but it's been seventeen long years since the curse was cast. As Aurora comes closer to reaching the deadly end, Miranda is the only person who can reveal how to save her life. It's too bad she has no interest in spilling the beans about true loves kiss. ✴ GRETA QUEEN & REBECCA TREMAINE are the closest things that Miranda has to friends outside of Vidal, but they know who's in charge. When another spot on the Castorea opened, it was obvious it would go to one of them. Rebecca was thrilled, Greta was disappointed. Miranda had reasons behind her choice, of course. Greta is powerful but too vain. It makes her weak. Rebecca — with her silly weak little daughters — has something to prove. She's rigid but ruthless and Miranda can appreciate that as long as she stays in line. They know how wicked Miranda truly is, but they like the perks that come from being in her inner circle. For now, they're loyal.

← CASTERS & WEREWOLVES & VAMPS! OH MY! →

✴ THE CASTOREA may be composed of four casters, but Miranda feels that she's the one holding the cards. Genevieve Blue is the longest established member and has always been highly skeptical of Miranda. There's little they can do now, however. Miranda has her claws in the Castorea and the one balanced coven is now slanted towards darkness. All castors look to the Castorea for guidance and instruction. Miranda can't fully let loose, but she can do her best to make sure things go her way.

✴ OTHER AFFILIATIONS – n/a

← & WELCOME TO WALT'S LANDING →

✴ AGE → late 40′s ✴ SPECIES → caster ✴ ETHNICITY → up to player (1/2 white) ✴ FAIRYTALE → sleeping beauty ✴ RELATIONSHIP STATUS → open ✴ FACECLAIM → angelina jolie ✴ AVAILABILITY → open / mw

#maleficent rp #sleeping beauty rp #disney rp #witch rp #supernatural rp #miranda faye #caster #open #open female #mw #sleeping beauty

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saintes-rpg · 9 months

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● THREE HUNDRED THIRTY ● WITCH ● CIS FEMALE ● MAYOR ●

"I believe the best type of mayor is one who seeks to uplift people and make their quality of life better and sometimes that requires tough decisions."

Biography:

Marisol was born in 1693 Puerto Rico to a Dutch Colonist and a Spanish Mother. Little did her mother know, her father was a powerful witch who upon realizing that his daughter had inherited his abilities, began to teach her everything he knew. After living in Puerto Rico for ten years, he was called back to The Dutch Republic. He hired tutors for his daughter, who hated living in the Dutch Republic, but the life was not long lived, the two soon were moving yet again, this time because her father had been hired as a safety expert for the Dutch East India Company. The two would cast protection spells on whatever ship they were travelling to the surprise of those around them, their ships would always remain unscathed. When Marisol was a young woman, she married a man who worked with her father- but soon realized that married life was not what she wanted. She and her husband had moved to the Caribbean for a job he was offered and gone was her life of travel. Instead of riding in the ships she loved, she was forced to stay on land.

Though her grounding did have some positives, she was able to connect with and learn from the local practitioners. She studied Vodou, and Santeria in secret, but when her husband came home unexpectedly one day, she was caught right in the middle of casting a spell. When he realized what she was doing he exploded and raised his hand to her for the first time- but it would be the last time. Marisol had too much power to stand for some human man she already didn't like raising a hand to her, so she easily stopped his heart. She continued to live in the Caribbean for a time, until Christianity took a strong hold in the area and those who were caught practicing witchcraft of any kind were punished. She and several others left, and on their way to rendezvous with her father, their ship was attacked by pirates.

Marisol, bored of her life, decided to join the pirates for some fun, and after she did so, she stayed with them for quite some time. Soon she entered a relationship with the captain of the ship and with her help, they were very profitable pirates. She loved piracy, but she knew that it wouldn't last forever. Eventually she left that life too. Marisol began to travel around, learning different types of magic from different types of witches, and continued to make her way through life, practicing and learning, until she reconnected with her father. She was surprised to run into him, but the two were able to talk about things, she told him about the end of her marriage, and he told her he was on his way to the new world. Marisol joined him for the journey, but she found this new world to be even more stifling for women.

She ended up leaving, going out to travel again, but found it hard to enjoy the changing world with the limited education she had, so she took a pause on her travels and hired tutors, she began to learn, learning as much as she could. She found an interest in the law and dreamed of becoming a lawyer. She continued to learn, and despite the changing times, she always found time to take for herself, to keep up to date with education. When women were more accepted in schools, she went to University, and then Law School. After law school, she began to work at a firm, and for the first time in her over three hundred years of life, she was happy. She loved working at the firm, and she really dedicated her life to it- until the day of the Great Announcement.

When news came out about the Supernatural community, hate crimes against supernaturals began to increase, and Marisol noticed that her firm always had a reason for declining to take those cases. When she finally brought it up with them, the partners admitted to her that they didn't think any magic freak was worthy of their help, and anyone who got hurt deserved what was coming to them. Heartbroken, Marisol went home, where for the first time in a century, she reached out to her father. He was living in a small town in Louisiana, a stone's throw away from New Orleans, but surprisingly almost a ghost town. She began to look into it, and seeing how many properties were up for sale and at the insanely cheap prices, she began to buy out properties, until she owned nearly half the town.

She went back to the firm the next day and quit, and she began to work on Saintes. The town needed a lot of work. The city officials were obviously lining their pockets, and so she reached out to some supernatural people she had known for decades, and invited them to come help. Within a few weeks there was a lot of changes in Saintes, things were being changed for the better, and when the city officials were encouraged to step down, it was Marisol who took the place of Mayor. She didn't intend for Saintes to become a supernatural suburb, but now that it has, she is willing to do whatever it takes to keep her town safe.

Marisol is an open character, if you think she looks right for you, feel free to fill out the application and submit it here!

#werewolf rpg #supernatural rpg #witch rpg #vampire rpg #familiar rpg #supernatural rp #supernatural town rp #town rp #town rpg #open for applications #open character #open female #lana parrilla

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multiverseofmiracleshq · 1 year

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For the whole history of ANTONIA DREYKOV, please click here.

← ONCE THERE WAS AN IDEA TO BRING TOGETHER →

For the first time since she was a child, Antonia is free. The chip is no longer controlling her actions and stripping her of free will; that being said, she’s still spent years performing under the Taskmaster Protocols and has a honed skillset. It’s made Antonia of interest to a number of groups, and the United States government got her to sign onto their Thunderbolts roster after they agreed to waive all of her international crimes. The Thunderbolts doesn’t seem like a forever deal, though. It’s learning how to be a team player after years of being alone. It’s about getting her feet underneath her as she figures out who she is for the first time since she was a small child. Right now, it’s what she needs. She’ll reassess tomorrow.

← A GROUP OF REMARKABLE PEOPLE TO SEE IF THEY →

✗ NATASHA ROMANOFF (MCU) is the reason everything happened to Antonia. She’s the one who completed the assassination attempt that resulted in Antonia’s scars and forced participation in the Taskmaster Protocols. She’s the one who did it all... but she’s also the one who saved Antonia in the end. Then, she died. The two never grew close and Antonia is working on letting go of her resentment and rage over the years she lost. Natasha saved her in the end. She’s still a hero no matter the hurt she caused Dreykov’s Daughter.

✗ YELENA BELOVA (MCU) joined the Thunderbolts alongside Antonia. Both women were hurt and used by Dreykov for a long time and will always have that shared trauma in common. That being said, they’re not technically friends. Antonia doesn’t actually know how to made any after the years of subjugation and manipulation. What they have instead is kinship, and that’s enough right now.

← COULD BECOME SOMETHING MORE →

✗ THE THUNDERBOLTS -- It wasn’t a surprise when they came to recruit Antonia considering her skill set. She technically has international crimes on her record even though she never willingly committed them, but the government agreed to waive them and seal her file if she joined the team. It felt a little like blackmail, but it was Antonia’s choice. She’s had very few of them in her adult life and made the decision to sign on as a step towards independence. There are some days it feels more like a trap, though, and she’ll quit if need be. Right now, she’s interested in doing something that’s hopefully good after being forced to do bad for so long.

✗ OTHER AFFILIATIONS -- formerly the red room.

← & IF WE CAN’T SAVE THE WORLD, WE’LL AVENGE IT →

✗ AGE → 25-30 ✗ MULTIVERSE ORIGIN → earth-199999 ✗ SPECIES→ human ✗ ETHNICITY→ white/russian ✗ SECRET IDENTITY→ secret ✗ RELATIONSHIP STATUS → open ✗ FACECLAIM → abbey lee ✗ AVAILABILITY → open

← FUN FACTS →

has replicated hawkeye, black widow, black panther, captain america and more

is badly scarred from the assassination attempt on her father in 2008

has a chip in her head to help with taskmaster protocols

survived the blip

#antonia dreykov #thunderbolts #earth199999 #open #open female

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yensidhq · 2 years

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NAME :// DAPHNE BLAKE ORIGIN :// SCOOBY-DOO AGE :// THIRTY-FIVE PRONOUNS :// SHE/HER JOB :// HITTER AT MYSTERY INC. FC:// BRIDGET REGAN

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█ AESTHETIC :

Sephora outlet and Prada bags, self defense classes completed without breaking a nail. Hiking gear in purples and pinks, power tools in their original colors - coordination has it’s place. The act of attending social gatherings even when your social battery is out. Being willing to be the odd one out.

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█ BIOGRAPHY:

Written by applicant

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█ CONTACTS:

Scooby Doo, Fred Jones, Velma Dinkley, and Shaddy Rogers: The gang and her coworkers. She would be hard pressed to find a better group.

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█ THOUGHTS:

There was never a doubt in her mind that the company would do well - it was whether or not she could keep everyone moving in a cohesive direction. Sometimes that’s easier said than done, but she does her job with a pride that comes from years of experience and even more years of honing patience.

DAPHNE IS ___________________ OPEN

#scooby doo #scooby doo rp #daphne blake #daphne blake rp #disney rp #cartoon rp #new rp #bio rp #skeleton rp #open #open female #thirties

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animaniahq · 2 years

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Anastasia Tremaine || 27 || Influencer || Echo Creek

“If only I weren't so clumsy and plain.”

✨Biography:

No matter what anyone says, Anastasia Tremaine knows there is always a favorite twin, and she is not her mother’s. She had a close relationship with her father, but he died when the twins were in their teens. It wasn’t long after her father passed that her mother found another husband to marry, and it made Anastasia sick. She was always a hopeless romantic, and it was unfathomable to her that her mother could just fall in love with another man so fast. So, it was her mission to make her new step-father and step-sister’s lives a living hell. Ella seemed like a nice enough girl on the surface, but she just couldn’t stay in her new home a second longer than she had to. Her attempts at convincing her mother to divorce, though, were rendered useless when her new step-father died. Anastasia could tell her mother’s reaction wasn’t as sad as when her father died, but her step-sister, Ella, was heartbroken. She felt kind of bad for the girl, but her mother insisted on exploiting Ella as their new house maid, until she ran away after one of Kit Charming’s infamous balls. It was kind of impressive, the way that she just … disappeared, but her older brother, Lucifer, is dead set on finding her to bring her back and help with the Tremaine estate. Anastasia could swear she’s seen her at the Charming house once or twice when she was there for a party, but she figures keeping Ella’s cover is the least she could do after torturing her before and after her father died. Besides, she’s kind of terrified of what Lucifer might do if she returns.

Neither Anastasia nor her twin, Drizella, went to college. Instead, the two started joint Instagram and YouTube accounts. Between their mother’s fortune and their sponsorships, the two are doing quite well, sharing a luxury apartment in Echo Creek. They butt heads quite often with their opinions on their content and what sponsors to take, but their image remains clean and put together enough to fool the Internet. Their followers seem to think that Drizella is the prettier, cooler one, just like she’s been their whole lives in their mother’s eyes. It wasn’t until Anastasia met Lance Strongbow , the head chef at a small cozy restaurant in Echo Creek, that she thought they might be wrong. He was weird and a little dorky, but Anastasia fell in love. He made her feel beautiful and seen in a way that she hadn’t ever before. When she tried to tell her mother and Drizella about him, though, the two schemed to make up a lie that he was in love with someone else; they considered Lance not good enough for Anastasia, and insisted that she find someone of the same status. They haven’t seen each other in a while, and Anastasia has been avoiding Lance’s job ever since, but she keeps seeing the messages come through on the twins’ Instagram from him, deleting them before Drizella could see. She’s hoping that Lance stops contacting her soon, because it breaks her heart too much to keep ignoring him. Until then, she keeps trying to find someone else that her mother and sister would approve of, hoping they’re at least half as kind as Lance was to her.

✨Personal:

Species: Human Sexuality: up to player Pronouns: up to player Favorite Song: up to player Big Three: Gemini sun, Libra moon, Leo rising

✨Connections:

Gaston LeGume: The guy she’s been hooking up with to try and get over Lance. Anastasia knows her mother and Drizella might actually approve of him, but he’s too obsessed with this other girl, Belle, to make it anything more than casual.

Kit Charming: She’s a frequent visitor at his parties, hoping to grab his attention. Anastasia and Drizella have been fighting over the idea of him for years, and their mother is convinced that one of the twins is going to marry him someday.

Sterling Creek: The two dated for a while after Lance, but as soon as she thought things were going well, she found him and Drizella making out at Wonderland one night. Anastasia is still pretty heartbroken about it, and mad at Drizella, but he was no Lance, anyway.

Based On: Anastasia from Cinderella Faceclaim: Phoebe Dynevor FC Change: Not Allowed Availability: Open

#disney rp #disney rpg #cartoon rp #cartoon rpg #animated rp #animated rpg #anastasia tremaine #phoebe dynevor #female #20s #cinderella #open #open female

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prentisstownrp · 2 years

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Taffye Motton

Taffyta • Immortal • Imaginary Friend • Local • Josefine Frida Pettersen

Taffye has always been a force to be reckoned with --- on and off the track. Out of all of the racers, it’s safe to say she’s the most dedicated to the sport. It’s not only fun to her, it is her lifestyle, to the point she is obsessed with winning, and will quite literally throw a tantrum if she falls below second place. Some may look at her and see a spoiled, rotten girl, but despite appearances, she does work hard for her trophies. She puts her own blood, sweat and tears into keeping her car cute and functional, and practices hours a day to keep her reflexes snappy enough to stay on top... which leads her to believe she simply cannot be beat by anyone but the King himself. While Taffye does love her friends, she secretly believes she is above all of them, and considers herself the leader of their little gang; something none of them would really argue with if asked, as they’re used to her calling the shots. If they only applied themselves more, maybe she’d see them differently, but sometimes, with some of their lack of dedication to racing, they seem... immature and lazy. It’s disappointing. But it’s whatever, as long as Taffye is number one, she’s happy.

Taffye: skilled, charming, arrogant, bossy, competitive, cruel

Ryan Baker: She loves Ryan, she truly does, he’s her most trusted confidant outside of Heidi... but she doesn’t love him the way she wants everyone to think she does. Does it really matter that their relationship is a PR stunt if they’re happy? Vanellope Schwitz: In her eyes, Vanellope is nothing more than an embarrassment to the rest of the Sugar Racers. As long as she has any say in it, the girl will be excluded from their circle, and the track too if she can help it --- even if that means dismantling her vehicle herself. Fred Frederickson: Her... ex boyfriend. She didn’t have a rich daddy to buy all the car parts she needed, so she had to get creative. It was easy to hide her true colors, all she had to do was bat her eyes and the man was putty in her hands. She stayed with him for as long as she could handle, but eventually, his existence disgusted her so much dumping him was the only option.

Taffye Motton is AVAILABLE

#disney rp #josefine frida pettersen #taffyta muttonfudge #wreck it ralph #sugar racers #open #female #open female #imaginary #open imaginary

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bravenewolympus--hq · 14 days

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𝒉𝒆𝒃𝒆, 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝝂𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔.

this character is a ranked, low level member of and allied with the minotaur network, turned rat.

suggested faces — please note, this character must be 25+ years old. isabela merced; nicole munoz; victoria justice; samantha boscarino; camila mendes; marina moschen. ◈ please note: the muns writing zeus and hera have a strong preference that hebe be their biological child. as oscar isaac is difficult to cast children for ethnicity-wise, our only requirement is that the fc used be at minimum half-hispanic/latinx. for this connection, hebe must be 25 exactly.

suggested occupations. despite her parents' ambitions for putting all those book smarts and glorious potential to good use, graduate studies (law, medicine, or some such nonsense) don't pay the bill as well as less than legal endeavours. it might have started out small, maybe frequent purchasing of party favours turned into dealing, but she worked her way up quick. she likes to be useful that way. forget walls talking, she's overheard and seen more than enough, that now this ingenue turned rat for the feds could actually do some damage to the network.

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜꜱ : ᴀ 21+ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ. athens, new york: an island city, all trees and marble, glass and steel and highrises set against an ocean skyline. bustling and loud, crowded, but not without a bizarre sense that it must have sprung up overnight, somehow, when surely it must have always been here, no? on a clear night, you might even be able to see the lights of its more famous cousin, new york city, across the water…if you squint hard enough. it may not get as much attention as the shiny apple across the hudson, but those not so blinded by the lights must certainly have been coming here for years. is there something in the water here, too? no one leaves, not in any meaningful way anyway. feels like it has a special way of pulling you back in, if you try. they, that is anyone who was anyone or paid even an iota of attention to the evening news, called him the minotaur. the media does love a catchy nom de guerre, doesn’t it? sells newspapers like hotcakes in the morning. ambrosia, whether it’s the latest designer drug trend or the latest pestilence sweeping the streets of athens, just depends on how tightly you clutch your pearls on sundays. must infuriate the police, don’t it? that without fail, by the time they arrive to any crime scene at all, all that’s left is the heap of little cream-coloured business cards, the red lines of a labyrinthine logo more taunting than they are helpful. between an epidemic of pearlescent powder, neatly parceled out in small plastic baggies, a tide of crimson bull graffiti, casinos and bordellos and the nightlife (oh my!), it’s no small wonder they call this an atlantic sin city. it’s a vice eat dog world, ain’t it? and anyone who calls athens home is just living in it. powerless, with no memory of their past lives, what's a god gotta do to survive?

#skeleton rp #fantasy rp #new rp #bio rp #city rp #open female #open female skeleton #open skeleton #female skeleton #non olympian gods #hebe #wanted connection

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heysweetbee · 8 months

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#afterdarkreblogs #sexy tease #lick every inch #female nude #nude art #nudity #hot nude #onlytease #free onlyfans #only tease #onlyfans tease #little tease #sexy goddess #feeling spicy #spicy newds #legs open #hot as fuck #18+ only #heysweetbee

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evermorehqs · 5 months

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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Leota Tombs is based on Madame Leota from The Haunted Mansion. She is a 43 year old immortal, store owner, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of mediumship, divination, and channeling. Leota is portrayed by Eva Green and she is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

If there was any such thing as a bridge between Evermore and the realms beyond, that bridge would be Leota Tombs herself. Her story, mysterious and filled with holes as it is, is intricately woven in the tapestry of the town along with the history of her current residence, the infamous Gracey Manor. A longtime friend of the Graceys in many decades past, full ownership of the lot was passed onto her once the sole heir, Dorian Gracey, crossed over to the other side. Ever since then, Leota has dedicated her time to preserving the mansion's local and cultural relevance, as well as ensuring the safety and comfort of her fellow housemates. All nine hundred and ninety-nine of them. What separates Leota from the other residents of Gracey Manor is that she, unlike them, has full control of her corporeal existence. Despite being long gone, the woman somehow managed to retain her fully human form, consolidating her as the portal between Evermore and that which inhabits the manor. If you'd like a tour of the place, to join in one of the frequent ghostly balls with music and dance or to attend an acapella performance in the mansion's graveyard, your only choice is to go through Leota first. The vast majority of the ghosts know better than to reveal themselves without the safety ensured by her gifts; except for the occasional hitchhiking ghost. To anyone looking to meet the fabled medium outside of the mansion's grounds, you might find her at Memento Mori, a little shop located at the heart of Evermore. There, along with a plethora of supernatural offerings, you'll have the opportunity to purchase a reading from Leota herself, or even partake in one of her popular séances. Who knows, she might even invite you to visit Gracey Manor itself! There are nine hundred and ninety-nine ghosts there, but there's always room for one more.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Casper Kowalski: While Leota believes death should be celebrated, younger ghosts can be a bit tricky, especially ones as gentle as Casper. The doors of the haunted mansion are always open to them. ❀ Bill Cipher: A most strange entity, perhaps even stranger than the ones residing in the manor's attic. Leota isn't afraid of Bill in the slightest, but she knows better than to let a being so destructive set foot within manor grounds. ❀ Zelda Borne: Her talent for the occult arts is undeniable, and it reminds Leota of a younger version of herself – or close enough, for one can't replicate excellence. She'd happily be willing to mentor the girl, and free of charge, too!

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#disney skeleton rp #the haunted mansion #madam leota #eva green #disney rp #has powers #female bio #open female #open bio

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the-institute-rpg · 5 months

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➤ OPEN: AMANDA, 46, SLAVE, SHAPESHIFTER

FULL NAME: Amanda Eady NICKNAME(S): Mandi PRONOUNS: She/Her BIRTHDAY: January 4, 1977 AGE: 46 STATUS: Slave MAJOR: Interior Design SPECIES: Shapeshifter SPECIAL POWERS: None SEXUALITY: Bisexual I AM A: Submissive/Switch I WANT A: Dominant/Switch TURN-ONS: Role play, lingerie, public sex, sensory play, light bondage, praise, experimenting, spanking, pet play, aftercare, orgasm control, giving/receiving oral TURN-OFFS: Bad hygiene, abuse, bathroom play

➤ BIOGRAPHY

The youngest child of two strict, shifter parents, Amanda Eady wanted to see the world. The Eady family lived in small town in Northern England, far away from any and all city life. They were a meek and fairly small people, chosen animals to shift into ranging from squirrels, to rats, raccoons--Mandi herself was partial to mice. Small creatures that were often afraid and wary, and the Eadys were the same. Her father's family had been wiped out by fearful humans when he was young, and the shapeshifter and his wife vowed to keep themselves and their family far away from the same sort of dangers--especially their kids. As they aged, the Eady children were happy making their money with a vegetable farm, only coming to town for business and the occasional shopping--and Mandi always went. The few times she got to go, she would wear her nicest clothes, and make a point to see and do and try anything she could get away with while she was there. She was one girl, she wanted to see the world! Her parents loosened the leash a bit when she was nearly 30, giving her and her older siblings one single weekend in the city to explore. The older three were tourists, visiting football fields and abbeys, large malls and art museums, but Mandi wanted to see nightlife. She wanted to tour big concert halls and theaters and nightclubs. That was fun, that was new, and experience that she couldn't have in their small village town. It was pretty easy to convince her siblings to want the same things, and then their parents had four reborn adult shapeshifters who had a taste for the modern world, and they wanted more. It was difficult, taking turns sneaking around from village to city, trusting each other as a buddy to make sure they weren't caught. Their parents still needed them to help with their bigger estate, the business they ran, but they managed to keep up the charade for a few years. Their cover was blown after two of them were gone, mixing up days in the schedule on who could go and who couldn't. It caused a huge blowout in the family - half the kids realized their mistake and were apologetic about lying to their family, choosing to stick around on the farm and help their parents, while Mandi and one of her sisters wanted to branch out from their small environment and put to rest the idea that every human was out to get them. Mandi and her sister ended up moving, taking jobs at a big book publishing firm in the city. They worked their for awhile, before her sister got promoted, and Mandi got the itch to be on the move again. Her parents still hadn't entirely forgiven them and times were tough between them, but Mandi was caught somewhere in the middle - she missed the stability of family, but she didn't want to be stifled. Maybe she needed somewhere more permanent, somewhere she could be herself and really figure out who Mandi was - Mandi sure didn't want to be an agent's assistant for the rest of her long, supernatural life. She had a knack for design--she did like fashion, dressing in big colors and taking a long time putting together a look for the day, and she did make her own furniture... maybe there was something there. With mostly rejection letters from colleges, one last try to a university in the tropics answered her prayers--she'd never been so far from home before, and didn't even think she was ready. But like all her decisions so far, they required a leap of faith, and some praise from her older siblings. With their blessing, and knowing the familiar comfort of family was a phone call away, Mandi was off to forge her own path at The Institute.

➤ PERSONALITY

✚ Excitable, athletic, sweet ▬ Naive, impulsive, misguided

➤ ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

None

➤ FACE CLAIM & OOC INFO

Amanda's faceclaim is Juno Temple. // Could Amanda be right for you?

Bio written by Bee.

#open #all open #open female #open slave #amanda eady #juno temple

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thelongforgottenrealm · 5 months

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CECILY HAMLEN / ANGEL COULBY

♛ Age: (25) ♛ Relationships: Edward Hamlen (brother), Ciara Varmont (mistress/best friend), Eoin Varmont (secret fiancé), Bartholomew Varmont (employer), Eithne Malconaire, Percy Reaves (friends)

cecily is one of the most honest and genuine people you are ever likely to meet!! <33

but she's been keeping a couple of secrets lately, which honestly having been testing her frankly, non-existent lying skills!!

cecily has always known that she was incredibly lucky to secure her position in the varmont household

the varmonts have all always been extremely kind and generous towards her and while she is employed as a servant, the lines between master/servant and friendship are often so blurred, that cecily often feels as though she is part of the family

... which is how she ended up in such a position with eoin varmont

her relationship with him started, as with his sister, as one of friendship and she found herself deeply in love with him before she realized she had begun

she tried, then, to distance herself from him as she knew it could never be and to encourage his affections would be wrong, both because she worked for his family but also because nothing could ever come of it

but she found she could not stay away and when he asked her to be his wife, she agreed

they plan to one day run away together, as soon as they have enough money, but as much as cecily is eager to be eoin's wife, she doesn't want to leave her brother just yet - nor does she want to leave her friends, especially ciara (given her situation) which brings her to her next secret

cecily knows that ciara was mistaken by the resistance to be her own lady-in-waiting (aka cecily herself) and when it became clear that the resistance was likely to ransom her (at best) and kill her (at worst), ciara did nothing to dissuade them of this notion and was able to escape

since then, ciara has found a way to infiltrate them -- having discovered that one of them (percy reaves) works there at the castle

she gained his trust by revealing her own identity/that she knows his/and that, given her mother was born here in asteria, she wishes to help them

while ciara has since involved godfrey in her schemes, cecily has been involved since the beginning, which means keep ciara's secrets from her eoin

cecily is the only person who knows that ciara has since started to help (and hinder) both sides, as she begins to wonder which side is truly in the right

cecily wonders how long ciara can keep this up/how long she will be able to help her hide her secrets, before someone slips up and then what will happen when both sides suddenly consider them traitors?

OPEN.

#characters #female #open #open female

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HESITATING // t. nott

RATING: R / 3.9K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* After a trip to Hogsmeade, you realize that Theo seems to get an awful lot of attention from girls. To avoid getting hurt, you start to distance yourself from him to rid yourself of your crush. But Theo is not having it. (Smut)

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! No protection - piv, praise kink, slight body worship, biting (one time), fem reader, language, one time skip, dom!Theo (lmk if I missed any)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

more than friends - Isabel LaRosa

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Your eyes found the clock on your bedside table. You were supposed to meet Theo in the Great Hall in ten minutes, yet you stood completely still in your dorm, switching back and forth between two outfits. It was a Saturday, and you didn’t have the usual crutch of your school uniform, hence the inability to decide.

As the year progressed, the temperature dropped outside as well as within the castle. When chills were scattered across your arms in class, your teeth were almost clacking together. At the thought, a small shiver went through you.

You decided on a heavier sweater and jeans, noting that if you were cold in the warmth of your dorm, you’d likely be cold in the stone Great Hall.

You slipped the outfit on, selecting a thick pair of socks and a ratty pair of shoes you’d had since fourth year. It wasn’t the most stunning style, but it was efficient and comfortable. Five minutes to go.

You slipped your wand into your back pocket and headed toward the hallway, slipping the dorm door closed behind you. Theo was likely already there with his group of friends, ones you liked to call friends, as well. The sons of big names around Hogwarts and the wizarding world, in general, though they were just boys to you.

As you arrived at the grand doors of the Great Hall, the boys in question caught your eye and shot excited waves at you. While some of them had a bit more pride than others, they always seemed happy to see you. A smile broke across your face as you walked over to the Slytherin table, claiming the space between Theo and Mattheo.

“Hello there, darling,” Theo purred in your ear when the group went back to their conversation. A twinge of heat flared in your chest. You hid a smile.

“Miss me?” You asked, voice low. He smiled.

“Of course I did.” He threw a playful arm over your shoulder. Though it seemed to be a friendly gesture, it felt like a claim to you. A claim by him placed onto you, alerting all who you belonged to. It made you embarrassingly happy.

“Any plans today, boys?” You asked. The group turned to you.

“Actually, we were thinking of heading down to Hogsmeade for the day,” Mattheo said. “We were going to ask if you wanted to go with us?”

“I’d love to, as long as I’m not forcing myself on the group,” you said, only half-joking.

“Of course not,” said Enzo, a sweet smile on his face. “We love hanging out with you.”

“Yeah?” You teased. Mattheo rolled his eyes.

��You know we like you,” he joked, running a mean hand over your head, tousling your hair. You exclaimed and pushed his hand away, laughing along with the dark boy.

“We definitely do,” Theo laughed, pulling you tighter against him for a moment.

“Well, alright,” You laughed. “Heading there now?”

“Yes!” Enzo clapped his hands together and stood, already headed toward the door. The rest of you laughed and made to follow him.

“What about jackets? It’s cold out there!” You exclaimed, rubbing your hands over your arms.

“Ah, I’ve prepared for that,” Theo said, picking up two jackets that had been placed beside where he’d once sat. You hadn’t noticed them originally.

He selected the smaller brown one and slipped it over your shoulder while he pushed his arms through the black one.

“Theo!” You exclaimed, running your hands over the nice corduroy material. “Where on earth did you get this? Whose is this?”

“Yours, of course,” he laughed as the four of you exited the castle and headed down the cobblestone path to Hogsmeade.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Call it an early Christmas gift,” he said, smiling smugly.

“You can’t be serious!”

“Of course I am,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I saw it in one of the shops last weekend and thought of you.”

If you weren’t the wiser, you’d have thought your heart had melted and poured down through your rib cage. A blush filled your cheeks and your stomach at the thought of Theo thinking of you and then buying something.

“Thank you, Theo,” you sighed. He laughed and shrugged it off as if he hadn’t just made your whole week, if not your whole decade.

The whole way down to Hogsmeade, your heart refused to let go of your brain. The pink filter that had been placed before your eyes glowed brightly. This little crush of yours seemed to have elevated a bit, but you’d never admit that, of course.

The group stopped before the Three Broomsticks, eager to slip into the cozy building’s warmth and order several rounds of Butterbeer.

The four of you pushed through the door and selected a round booth near one of the back windows. Enzo and Mattheo headed to the front counter to order for the group.

“Have you got any plans for the rest of the day?” Theo asked, naturally sliding his arm around the back of the booth behind you.

“Well, if you’ll have me, I’d love to stick with the three of you,” you suggested.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he smiled, playfully tugging on a piece of your hair. He was hoping you’d say that?

“Here we are!” Enzo cheered, placing two pints of Butterbeer on the table before the two of you. Mattheo was close behind him, carrying two for the both of them. They slid into the booth beside Theo, with you and Mattheo on the ends and Theo and Enzo between you. It felt comfortable.

Between each of your smiles, all with different personalities, you’d found a very safe space to stay. Every moment with these people made up a memory you knew you’d remember until you could no longer. Nothing could have ruined this evening.

“Oh, my God!” A loud voice said, drawing the syllables out. The four of you turned to look at the unfamiliar face standing before your table. “Teddy? Is that you?”

“Teddy?” You asked, wrinkling your nose at the nickname.

“Holy shit. Laverna!” Theo laughed. “How long has it been?”

“A while! I’ve just been visiting recently and thought I’d stop by Hogsmeade after not having seen it for so long.”

The girl standing before your table was incredibly gorgeous, with flowing platinum hair that reached the bottom of her spine and shocking blue eyes. Her skin appeared flawless and luminescent beneath the comforting lights within the restaurant. A fire of jealousy broiled in your chest.

“Guys, this is Laverna,” Theo introduced her. “We were pretty close before her family moved to France, and she transferred to Beauxbatons.”

“That’s me!” she giggled. It sounded like she even had a hint of a French accent. You struggled not to roll your eyes.

“I was just going to get a drink. Do you want to catch up a bit?” she asked.

Theo ushered Mattheo and Enzo out of the booth. A bit confused, they got to their feet and allowed the boy next to them to slide out and give a hug to the beautiful woman. You sipped your Butterbeer.

The other two boys sat back down and glanced up at you in scattered patterns. You ignored their eyes. You were pretty sure they knew about your little crush. Scratch that. They definitely knew.

Over your shoulder, you could hear the two of them laughing and carrying on. You attempted to ignore the burning in your cheeks. Mattheo and Enzo nursed their drinks, fidgeting randomly.

A few moments of randomized chatting passed before Theo finally came back, a poignant smile still painted over his lips. You looked away from him.

“Sorry about that,” he laughed, scooting in next to Mattheo. You tried not to think about the fact that he didn’t sit next to you. You were being dramatic.

“Alright, where to next?” He asked. The four of you discussed what to do with the rest of your day with random store names circling about. The final agreement was to head over to Honeydukes to enjoy some of their Christmas sales, and so Enzo could stock the small jar that sat beneath his bed. He tended to snack throughout the night as he was tending to assignments, refusing sleep.

You gathered together and made your way through the small town, window-shopping here and there. Every time you pouted over Theo’s seemingly obvious interest in the gorgeous girl, you remembered the jacket currently around you. Theo cared about you. Was it the way you wanted him to? You weren’t sure.

Once inside the colorful store, the four of you split and wandered your separate ways, each looking for different sweets. You always headed right toward the chocolate frogs, eager to extend your vast collection of cards. Perhaps it was a bit childish, but who cared? It was a fun hobby.

You stopped before the rack piled high with the blue boxes and stared. You tried to guess which one would have a card you’d never gotten before, conjuring up every ounce of intuition you had.

With another second of thought, you chose the one sitting on the shelf directly in front of your face. You were excited to open it with Theo; he always loved to see you add to your collection.

You turned the box over in your hands, examining the packaging. Out of the corner of your eye, a flash of red caught your attention. You turn to the left and notice Theo laughing aloud, talking with that same girl, Laverna, and another girl. A dark-haired goddess with blushed cheeks and a perfect figure. Fuck’s sake.

The urge to crush the chocolate box in your hand flashed through your mind. You rolled your eyes and headed further into the store, trying to put distance between the two of you.

Mattheo was standing against a wall, browsing a rack of magazines, occasionally picking one to flip through. You stopped before him, leaning up against the same wall.

“Pouting, are you?” He asks, not looking up from the magazine in his hands. You scoff.

“No, I’m not…I’m just…,” you sigh and close your eyes.

“Just in love?” He asked, glancing up at you with a smirk.

“Fuck off,” you groaned. Was it that obvious? Maybe it was. You didn’t know. An exhausted sigh left your lips.

Uproarious laughter sounded from the corner. You recognized one of the laughs as Theo’s. The others belonged to women. That was it.

“Okay, I’m heading back to the castle,” you said, throwing your hands up. “Tell Theo I wasn’t feeling well or something.”

“What? Are you sure?” Mattheo asked, finally dropping the magazine. “We still want you here with us.”

“It’s okay, I’m just tired,” you said. “I think I’ll just head back for a nap until dinner.” And with that, you paid for your candy and headed back to the castle.

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Over the next week, you made an unintentional decision to skip meals with the group. You weren’t trying to avoid them—or maybe you were—but you found yourself wanting to be alone more and more the past few days.

The thought of having to see Theo after Saturday, when he had the attention of half the girls in Hogsmeade, made you want to vomit. Perhaps it was jealousy pushing you away, but it was your anxiety keeping you there. Every time you thought of heading back to eat with the group, you reminded yourself that Theo hadn’t tried to reach out since you’d stopped seeing them. If he wanted to, he would, right?

With your decision to keep away from the boys for a while, you’d taken to eating in your dorm over your lunch break. Nobody else was ever in there, and it was kind of comfortable, to be honest. You would nibble on your meal and read, or draw, or whatever came to mind, and it was nice and quiet.

You set your book on your bed and gathered the little meal you’d prepared for yourself. Pulling the covers back, you settled in and grabbed your novel. This was absolutely lovely after a busy morning.

Just as you’d begun to settle yourself into the routine you’d started the previous week, two shouts of your name shot through the air. Before the disappointment and onset of anxiety came shock. Was that Theo?

Rapid steps grew closer and closer until the dormitory door echoed a gentle knock as if the person behind it had slowed down just as they’d arrived.

“Um…who is it?” You asked awkwardly.

“Baby, it’s Theo,” a breathless voice came from behind the door. “Please open the door. Please. I need to talk to you.”

Baby? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? The shocked mantra rushed through your head as you shakily ripped your comforter away, ignoring your food and book.

You slowly pulled the door open, seeing a nervous Theo. His eyes were shot with blushed red, and his lips were swollen. Had he been crying?

“Theo, what—?”

“Please, can I come in?” he asked. His breath exited his body in short, rough pants. You nodded wide-eyed and moved out of the way. He pushed into the room, walking to the center of the room. His hands pushed through his hair repeatedly.

You pushed the door closed and pushed the lock. When you turned, he did the same, eyes on yours. His eyebrows were furrowed together, desperation painted on his face. His lips were parted, his eyes wanting.

“What is it—?”

“You have to tell me what I’ve done,” he begged. “I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean! Where have you been? You’ve been gone for days; the boys say you’re mad at me, that you might not come back—what the fuck are they talking about?” he demands, his eyes wide.

Your lips parted stupidly. No words came, no matter how hard you searched for them. The only thought that could process within your brain was how you were gonna kill Enzo and Mattheo for saying such stupid things to him. If anything, they were likely trying to get him to come and talk to you—which, it seems, has worked.

“Theo,” you cave, “it’s not that I wasn’t returning or mad at you…I was…” You could barely get the words out. He watched you with intent and pressure. It felt as though you were about to suffocate.

“What? Please tell me. What’s wrong?” He begged, his voice cracking. He moved toward you, his hands raising to touch you, then hesitating and dropping. A line of shimmering tears pool within his eyes, and the pure shock of seeing Theo about to cry had your lips parting again.

“I was…,” you groan, “…jealous.” You practically whispered the last part.

“Wait, what?” He gasped, his eyes widening even further.

“Theo, please don’t make me repeat it,” you sighed, pressing your hands to your face. “I’m embarrassed as is, I was jealous of those girls from last Saturday. I felt like every time I saw you, you were making another girl laugh, and they were all fucking perfect, of course, and I-I like you so much, Theo—”

His hands pressed to either side of your face, his fingers tight and warm. His eyes were widened, his breaths heavy.

“No more,” he breathed, “please, tell me to stop, and I will, but I have to…”

His lips pressed roughly to yours, his breath more like pants. He kissed you like you were air, his lips desperate and biting. The sound he pressed against your mouth was like one of relief. You gasped against him, finally realizing where you truly were and what was happening. Your fingers tightened in his hair, begging him closer to you.

“I n-need you,” he shivered against your lips, breath shuddering. You nodded fervently, barely having time to wrap your arms around his neck as his hands placed themselves around your thighs. He yanked you into the air and placed himself on your bed, settling you over his lap. The way he’d forced you to straddle him pressed his firming core against yours, sending a shock of excitement through your body.

His fingers began to quickly work the buttons of your shirt apart. When the fabric was finally split down the middle, he pressed his mouth to the top of your breasts, mouthing hot kisses against the soft flesh there. You sighed softly, letting your head fall back to allow him all the necessary room.

“Wanted you for so long,” he mumbles against you. Your fingers brush through his curled hair, gently scraping against his scalp every so often. The feeling of his lips against you made your heart race to the point of beating against his tongue.

Much to your dismay, he pulled away and shoved you back. You fell against the foot of the bed, completely helpless as he climbed over you. The domineering air he carried with him spread over your body, rendering it pliant beneath his searing touch.

His fingers gently cradled your hips as he worked his mouth over your stomach, dipping his tongue across every curve and dip, savoring the taste of sweat that slid down your skin. As his lips heated your skin, the shaking breaths he blew through his nose cooled it down and had you reeling. The ceiling above you was all but spinning.

He followed the curve of your body all the way up to your mouth, allowing his tongue to learn every inch of your abdomen. When his lips found yours again, the both of you were panting. The only thing standing between the two of you was your uniforms.

With a burst of confidence thanks to his session of worship, you gently cradled him in your hands, applying slight pressure against his most sensitive area. At the touch, he choked against you, sucking in a rough breath.

“Please,” he moaned. “Let me fuck you. I'll do anything.” He whispered your name. Over and over and over. Begging and begging.

“Anything?” You smirked, watching as his eyes seemed to well up with the same liquid. He nodded quickly.

“I want you to do whatever you want to me,” you whispered. And if it wasn’t like giving someone a million bucks.

“Thank you,” he whispered, a wave of relief washing across his face. The obvious desire written across his face and actions had you feeling wanted and gorgeous. The confidence built by the second.

His fingers quickly found the hem of your skirt and pushed it up over your thighs. At the sight of the thin bottoms you had on, a slow moan pushed itself between his lips. “Fuck,” he whispered.

His thumb came down to slowly swipe down the center of your core through your bottoms. You jolted at the soft action, not prepared for it. A smile spread over his face.

He gently pushed the fabric to the side, reveling in the feeling of the white lace against his fingertips. Once he’d revealed you, an even louder moan escaped from him. Only a moment passed before he pressed two fingers to his lips, coating them with a thick layer of saliva. He pulled them from his lips and began to lather you in himself.

Your lips parted in a breathy whine at the feeling. His fingers were gentle but direct, only brushing the most sensitive spots before slowly filling you up to the hilt of his fingers.

“Fuck, you just opened right up for me,” he groaned. His words sent shocks of lightning through your stomach. His skilled fingers stretched you out perfectly, preparing you for what was to come. The want in his eyes was growing darker and darker, imagining the next few minutes. It was all too much; you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please, Theo, just fuck me,” you whined, “no more.”

“Yeah, baby? I’m gonna fuck you, don’t worry about that,” he whispered. “‘ve been dreaming about this cunt for months.” He makes quick work of his trousers, roughly ripping the clinking belt from its loops. He separates the button and pushes them down, revealing the dark briefs that framed every muscular curve.

He separated your legs and placed himself neatly between them. His hands reached down to agonizingly trace himself up and down your core. You moaned at the feeling, bucking your hips against his warmth. You attempted to salvage any of his warmth, begging for the feeling of him within you.

When he finally pushed himself into you, there was no resistance. The sounds that left your mouth chorused each other, echoing across the dorm room. He gave only a few seconds for you to adjust before building his pace rapidly. The pure length of him hit everything within you with ease. This time, there were tears welling up in your eyes as he abused every inch of you.

Sweet nothings left his mouth as he pushed roughly into you. His strong hips showed no weakness, and the hands that gripped you branded bruises against your flesh. Every second of this moment would visit you for years to come, promising you’d never find someone like Theo. He was the body made to fit perfectly against yours, with the intent to love and please and hold. And, fuck, if he wasn’t doing exactly that.

As he worked you closer and closer to the end, he reached down and pulled you quickly against his chest. Out of habit, your arms wrapped around his neck. Despite the change in position, he never let up on his speed or brutality. The only thing you could feel was his strong hands bouncing you up and down him. His teeth pressed into your neck, piercing the soft flesh there. And that was what did it for you.

You finished around him hard and heavy, your limbs becoming pathetically weak. As you came down from your high, you could barely keep your hold around him. His arms tightened around you, holding you up as he fucked himself into you, harder and harder, until he was coming, too. The feeling of his release pouring within you and every thrust he performed to push it back within you pulled you out for the final moment.

Stars danced around your head as he finally set you back down against the bed, his touch so gentle in comparison to what he had done prior. The contrast of his touch against you as he pushed the wet hair clinging to your forehead was blinding. You sighed contently as he lay next to you, eyes watching you closely.

“I’m sorry I was so emotional,” he whispered. “I thought I was going to lose you forever…before I’d even had the chance to tell you what kind of feelings I was harboring.”

“What kind of feelings?” you whispered back, turning over to face him.

“That I’m completely in love with you and have been for a long time.” Your heart swelled at the confession. Quiet giggles spilled from your mouths at the realization of what he was saying.

“I’m in love with you too, Theo,” you laughed. “That’s why I was so jealous.”

“Because I’m so sexy?” he teased. You rolled your eyes and placed a playful smack on his arm.

The moments that followed were filled with quiet laughs and sweet kisses. And before either of you had noticed, you’d both drifted off against each other. Afternoon classes were a lost cause, as was the hope of meeting back up with Mattheo and Enzo for dinner, but neither of you minded.

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