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hotdogdynamitezzz · 1 year

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Your Fashion and Style Guide

Pt.1

Part 2 (Libra - Pisces) Here

Use your Rising & Venus sign!

Aries:

Prioritizes comfort but doesn't compromise for their fashion style

Absolutely rocks streetwear & athleisure

Prefers sporty fits the most!

Looks best in red & black clothing

Their style always has some sort of edge to it

Big on grunge and vintage rockband t shirts

They love combat boots and they generally prefer flame or camo print clothes

This sounds odd but they kinda remind me of a racecar aesthetic?

Very Sharp with their fashion choices

They look great in leather jackets

A bold colour paired with a neutral for a high contrast look suit them best

They love the rockstar or baddie aesthetic

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Taurus:

They have three modes, classy bitches, edgy e-girls & bohemian botanical.

But generally, I see classy and soft the most

Green, Brown, Beige, White, Black, Pink & Red for sensuality.

They love wearing neutrals but they often mix it up with some colour now and again

They usually have some sort of special necklace

A fan of pearls because it's classic

But diamonds are their best friends too ofc

Fuzzy & Fluffy cardigans or sweaters have their heart, especially the white and brown colours

They are into floral and flannel patterns

Their favorite colour options are brown & pink or white & pink 🕊💕

They usually dress more modest but make it look high fashion

They usually like to incorporate silk or a corset into their outfit, being ruled by venus makes them into a sensual and seductive look

Generally they favour comfortable fabrics and silk

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Gemini:

I noticed they don't really like dark colours and generally prefer brighter neutrals or colours

They like off-the-shoulder, cold shoulder, cutout tops & cool designs on their shirts whether its long sleeve or not

They choose tops based on the arm style such as balloon sleeves or cutouts

Asymmetrical styles suit them best

Colors are white, bright pinks, and green.

Earrings & Bracelets are their favorite accessories

They like a fairy aesthetic, something that feels whimsical

Likes to switch between feminine and masculine clothing frequently

Very experimental with their clothes

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Cancer:

Either soft and girly or moody and dark!

They prefer to keep it modest unless showing off their chest

Their choice of jewelry are pearl necklaces

The shoes they tend to favour are chunky block heels & sandals

Prefers blue, pink & white or black

Soft and flowy clothes like cardigans or kimonos

Knee high socks + sweater dresses look great

They love sweetheart necklines

Into crop tops! Usually silk crops

They like to pair tight clothes with a flowy jacket! Especially if it has a pop of colour

Overall style changes depending on how they're feeling that day

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Leo:

Everytime I looked up a Leo rising celebrity that were ALWAYS wearing sunglasses

A fan of sunhats too!

Anything bright & metallic suit them perfectly

They look lavish in silky and shiny materials

They tend to wear fur coats

They like long and sturdy coats in general!

Usually they own big statement jewelry

Everything looks shiny tbh especially their hair.

Sparkly clothes & sequins are their weakness

They could rock sundresses

They look great in animal print, specifically cheetah or leopard.

Bold fashion is their go-to

Even if they wear neutral colours they make sure the texture stands out

Jumpsuits were really popular among them! I think they like to look playful but glamorous at the same time

They will not leave the house unless they look ready for a fashion show lol

Their motive is to standout and turn heads.

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Virgo:

Less is more for them

They like simple t-shirts with cute mottos like "be kind" or some shit that HAS to be written in small font or they won't wear it LOL

A Preppy Style & Sweater Vests are their thing

So is gingham print

They rock high-fashion looks

Fake glasses are a cute trend they look good in

A big fan of trench coats and cardigans

They prefer a business casual look

They prefer earthy tones & greens.

They are all about the simplicity in versatility! For instance they usually like black jeans and a white top but the top can be a tube top or a halter top based on what they want that day

They LOVE BLAZERS

Very picky about fashion, I find super bright colors often turn them away

Quality > Quantity for them

A lot of them look great in crop tops, or waist accentuating clothing like kim k is known for

Watches are usually a staple item they prefer

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m4gzv5 · 2 months

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Retro futurism Chic

"Retro Futurism Chic" - a style that seamlessly blends vintage aesthetics with futuristic elements, capturing the essence of past eras while embracing the innovation of tomorrow.

For Boys:

Tailored suits in bold colors or retro patterns

Polo shirts with geometric prints

High-waisted trousers with suspenders

Metallic bomber jackets

Retro sneakers with modern accents

Vintage-inspired eyeglasses with a futuristic twist

For Girls:

A-line dresses with metallic finishes

Retro-inspired blouses with futuristic details

High-waisted skirts in vibrant colors

Holographic trench coats

Platform shoes with retro flair

Statement jewelry featuring geometric shapes and LED lights

Color Palette:

Bold primary colors like red, blue, and yellow

Metallic tones such as silver, gold, and bronze

Holographic finishes with iridescent hues

Hair & Makeup:

Retro hairstyles like victory rolls or bouffants with metallic hair accessories

Futuristic makeup looks with metallic eyeshadows, bold eyeliner, and iridescent highlighter

#retro #retro futurism #fashion #style #aesthetic #retrofuture #retro futuristic #1960s #vintage photography #1958 #50s #vintage #vintage style

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inafieldofdaisies · 10 months

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Vintage Western Game Tag | Tagged by @poisonedtruth 🤍

Per tradition I always try to get as close to a casual look the ocs would wear in the WIP, below are the results as well as a little note under the cut. I'm super happy with how both girlies look in this editor, as well as the options available. Sabrina's hair is a combination of two pictures because two-tonned hair wasn't available automatically.

featured: Deputy Sabrina Donovan (imagine the coat as John's) / Mercedes Sibley (blue to match a certain somebody's eyes)

Mer in white because I was torn about the looks.

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @trench-rot @aceghosts @cassietrn @strangefable @thesingularityseries @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @voidika @madparadoxum @shegetsburned @theelderhazelnut @vampireninjabunnies-blog @adelaidedrubman and anyone that would like to do the tag.

Now, a while back I got an anon ask saying that they think it's rude (to the artists) to further "edit" Sabrina's hair by combining two pictures of hair colors when the option for separate coloring for bangs and main hair isn't available (anytime that has happened, I've made sure to mention it). I wanted to demonstrate how she would look without her, what I consider, signature hairstyle.

To me personally this could now be any dark haired OC, not Sabrina. I myself wouldn't feel content posting such result that would be nothing like my character because an important piece to her look is missing. The alternative would be not doing a major percentage of the picrews and other editors I get tagged for and *like as styles* or risk coming off as rude. Which, mind you was never my intention to begin with, I wanted to show off my character and participate in fun tags. This might sound silly, but I felt like I needed to address this again for anyone that might have an issue with this or be misunderstanding the situation.

#tagged <3 #ain't they cute 🥹#oc: sabrina donovan #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #wip: in hope of tomorrow #ocs #oc character #oc game #oc tag #oc tag game #original characters #original character #fc5 ocs #far cry 5 oc #fc5 deputy #character inspiration #vintage western

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trendtrovex · 11 days

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cophene · 1 year

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𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 | vento aureo; pawnshop i.

✦.⁺ disconcert.

previous chapter || the pawnshop ii || the station || the chase || table of contents

pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process. notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.2k+

═ ☆. YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE funny?" Narancia asked. "If the pawnshop was closed."

"A pain in the ass is what that would be," Abbacchio muttered. Narancia and (y/n) trotted behind him like two kids trailing their dad. The ends of Abbacchio's scarf kept flicking Narancia in the face.

There was really no reason to go to the pawnshop, seeing as the man in the trench coat had been behind it, except that Abbacchio was convinced the pawnbroker was in on the whole thing somehow. (Y/n) had told Risotto that the old man probably hated their guts and wouldn't want to see them again. But Abbacchio wouldn't change his mind, so, to the pawnbroker they went.

"Why do you have to wear those shades?" Narancia asked Abbacchio. "If you're going for subtlety, that just makes you stand out more."

"I don't need people recognizing me," Abbacchio answered. "It gets annoying."

"What, you mean your eyes? You and Risotto have the funkiest eyes I've ever seen," Narancia said, widening his own eyes to make a point. "Are they contacts?"

Abbacchio huffed in annoyance. Narancia made a face at (y/n). What's his problem?

(Y/n) shrugged, seeing as they'd made that same face multiple times behind Abbacchio's back. Abbacchio did such strange things, but if you asked about it, you got shut down. It was infuriating. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel bad for Abbacchio's partner, whoever they were. How did they find the patience to work with him?

The pawnshop was still the jumbled mess it had been when (y/n) had visited with Risotto. Abbacchio blinked at the visual assault, and (y/n) was satisfied to see him getting taken aback for once.

"Goddamn. Look at all this stuff." Narancia poked at a spring lying on a shelf, yelping when it jumped to the floor.

"Please don't break anything," (y/n) said, putting the spring back. "I just know the pawnbroker is the type of guy who'd make us pay for it."

"Pay? For this junk?"

"That is, in essence, what a pawnshop is," noted Abbacchio, inspecting a row of tiny china elephants.

"Why is it so quiet in here?" Narancia made his way down the shelves. "Where's the pawnbroker?"

"Out on break?" (y/n) said, reading the taped note on the front counter. (Y/n) hoped this meant they could skip talking to the old man, but Abbacchio only shrugged. He'd given (y/n) an odd look when they'd told him to bring a few extra euros. As far as charm went, Abbacchio would be needing it.

"Do you remember what time you started talking to the pawnbroker?" Abbacchio asked.

(Y/n) thought for a moment. They gave him a rough estimate, and Abbacchio moved off, bringing out Moody Blues and adjusting its timer.

"Oi, (y/n), come look at this."

Narancia's neck was craned up, watching a few vintage model airplanes swing in slow circles from the ceiling. The planes were in surprisingly good repair, the colours crisp despite how faded they were. (Y/n) thought they could make out a tiny pilot sitting in one of the plane's cockpits.

"That red one looks a little like Aerosmith," Narancia said, squinting.

"It does," (y/n) agreed, backing up a few steps to get a better look at the plane. "Do you think—"

"They're friends of ours. We were supposed to meet them?"

(Y/n)'s entire body froze. Narancia's face twisted in confusion. His eyes darted over (y/n)'s shoulder.

"What the hell?"

There was something so indescribably unsettling about hearing (y/n)'s voice not come out of their own mouth. It wasn't the odd feeling you got when you listened to recordings of your voice. It was ... bizarre, listening to your voice as other people must have heard it.

The source of (y/n)'s voice came from the front counter. Abbacchio had made Moody Blues play back the events from the other day, this time as (y/n). They saw themselves nudging the air where Risotto had been, their face making the same expression they had at the time.

God, it was weird.

"What's that thing called? Uncanny valley?" Narancia circled around Moody Blues. "Yeah, that's what this is. It's an exact copy of you, (y/n)."

"This is the time you came in here with Risotto?" Abbacchio said, leaning against the coin display case.

(Y/n) nodded. They took the hem of their shirt's copy and rubbed it between their fingers, thrown by how they couldn't tell the difference. Looking at their face, even the details of their eyes and lips were visible. How was that possible?

"What happened after this?" Abbacchio asked, startling (y/n). It occurred to them that he was used to his Stand's playbacks by now, and these minute details didn't mean anything to him. (Y/n) didn't think they'd ever get over it.

(Y/n) continued staring at Moody Blues. "I went to the alleyway with Risotto and eavesdropped on Sale and Zucchero's conversation," they said faintly. Their copy stood uncannily still, paused mid-playback.

"Then we'll just have to fast-forward the replay a few minutes to find your man in the trench coat."

"How are you able to watch the playbacks for this stuff if you've never seen the person before?" Narancia asked.

Abbacchio's lips twisted in the way that (y/n) was starting to recognize meant he didn't want to answer something.

"Just the same way you know how to aim Aerosmith's bullets. It's instinctive. I can't explain it. The farther back an event was, the longer I'll have to spend retrieving it. That could potentially be large amounts of time when my Stand is incapable of attack." Abbacchio seemed pained to admit this.

"Sucker," Narancia said. "The only drawback Aerosmith has is that it can't aim very well."

"Ciao, can I help you all with something?"

Everyone's heads whipped to the front counter. A middle-aged woman smiled politely at them, folding her hands in front of her. Abbacchio drew back Moody Blues without so much as a twitch. If only (y/n) could control White Satin like that.

"Buon giorno, signora," (y/n) said. It was odd this woman was here instead of the old pawnbroker. Where was he? "We were wondering if we could speak to the old man who was working here the other day?"

The woman wrinkled her brow. "Who do you mean?"

"The last time I came here, there was an old man at the front counter. He was polishing the coins in the display...." (y/n)'s voice became more and more uncertain as it became clear the woman didn't know who they were talking about. Panic started to flutter in their stomach.

"When did you come here?"

"Last week."

"We were closed last week," the woman said. "Are you sure you're at the right pawnshop? I'm the only person who works here, so I don't know who you could've seen."

"But this is the right shop. I'm sure of it...."

"You're probably right, Signora. The shops get pretty confusing around here. We must have gotten turned around somewhere." Narancia slung a firm around (y/n)'s shoulders and steered you away. "Sorry to bother you. Have a nice day!"

(Y/n) left the shop, their mind in a whirl. Abbacchio silently followed them and Narancia, his mouth in a thin line.

"I don't understand," (y/n) said faintly.

"That was definitely the right shop," Abbacchio said. "Moody Blues wouldn't have gotten a playback of you otherwise."

"So the lady was lying?" Narancia's arms were still around (y/n)'s shoulders.

"No. The pawnbroker was."

The old man must have been working for Signor D. For whatever reason, he'd opened the shop while it was closed to use it for something. A front for the Stand business with Signor D. Now, with the owner back, he'd disappeared.

Following a dial tone sound, Moody Blues appeared again. "Old man or not, we can still try to track the man in the trenchcoat." Abbacchio went behind the pawnshop, Narancia and (y/n) on his heels. The timer on his Stand's forehead wound down, and (y/n) watched as the Stand flickered with VHS static, lengthening into the man they'd seen with the hat and trenchcoat. His presence was more intense than they remembered. It was as though he took up more space than he should have.

"Are you okay?" Narancia brushed (y/n)'s arm, his eyes worried.

(Y/n) took a deep breath. "Fine. Let's just get this over with."

"You're short this week," the playback said.

"Damn. I just got chills." Narancia rubbed his arms.

Standing this close to the man's playback, (y/n) couldn't see he wasn't inexpressive as they'd initially thought. His jaw tightened as he listened to Zucchero and Sale. His hands made the shape of fists inside his coat pockets.

"What's their condition?"

"What were they talking about here?" Abbacchio asked. His sunglasses had their way up into his hair again.

"I think they were talking about Narancia and me. It seemed like he wanted to know whether or not we had Stands."

"It shouldn't be hard to get an answer." The playback's posture relaxed slightly. (Y/n) could see him shifting ever so slightly towards the pawnshop's backdoor, the exact moment when he realized they were being eavesdropped.

"I'll send you the location of the new meeting place next week. This one has been unfortunately compromised."

(Y/n) knew this was going to happen, but it surprised them all the same. He'd sounded so calm, so collected. And yet he'd threatened to kill Sale and Zucchero in the next breath.

Just who were they dealing with here?

"Hey, Abbacchio," Narancia said. "Can't we just knock the hat off your playback and look at this guy's face?"

Abbacchio shook his head. "Moody Blues can interact with other things during its playback, but we can't interact with it. It would just disrupt the playback."

Meaning that until the man took off his hat, they still wouldn't know what he looked like.

"Abbacchio, can you speed this part up?" (y/n) asked.

Abbacchio grunted, flicking his sunglasses back down to his eyes. The playback's actions sped up, and he strode out of the alleyway.

"Now we're talking." Narancia was the first one to follow the playback. (Y/n) waited until Abbacchio had left the alleyway before heading after them.

As the playback followed the man's path down the street, (y/n) noticed that everyone unconsciously gave it a wide berth. There were multiple times when Moody Blues should have bumped into someone, only for the person to move out of the way at the last second. (Y/n) didn't know if it was just coincidence or part of Moody Blues' ability. They had to remind themselves that other people couldn't see the Stand, even when it was transformed.

"You know what I noticed?" Narancia asked. His radar had materialized around his head. He studied the blinking circles intently.

"What is that?" Abbacchio asked, keeping one eye on Narancia and the other on his Stand.

"Radar for Aerosmith. Tracking thing." A wrinkle formed between Narancia's eyebrows. "See that?" he murmured, pointing to a trio of dots. "That's us. And somewhere here is where the playback is."

"There is no circle for him," (y/n) noticed. They winced at their mistake. "It, I mean."

"Exactly. I guess that means it's not breathing. Not exhaling carbon dioxide, at any rate."

"It makes sense, doesn't it?" Abbacchio said. "Strictly speaking, Stands aren't living."

(Y/n) snaked out a tiny tendril of White Satin to the playback. Abbacchio was right. They couldn't sense any living energy from the playback. They tucked away this information for later, in case they'd ever have to tell Moody Blues apart from an actual person.

All of a sudden, the playback put on a burst of speed. The trio hurried to keep up with the playback as it turned a sharp corner and then wove around passersby. There was a place the man had needed to be. Maybe he'd been late.

"What are we gonna do if it goes into a private apartment or something?" asked Narancia, sounding a little winded.

"I have a badge," Abbacchio said cryptically. "It's a temporary one from the police academy. It'll get us where we need to go."

How long would they have to follow the playback, (y/n) wondered? Even if they saw his face, that wouldn't immediately identify him. They just had to hope that the man was meeting up with someone to discuss more information. Possibly the Tiziano and Squalo Zucchero had mentioned.

The playback crossed the street, and Narancia ran after it. (Y/n) was so caught up that they didn't even notice the crossing signal changing.

"Careful!" someone snapped. Abbacchio caught (y/n)'s arm, pulling them off the street in a fluid motion. (Y/n) tripped on the curb, bracing themselves unwittingly against Abbacchio's chest. They stayed like that for a moment, close enough that (y/n) could make out the flinty undertone of Abbacchio's cologne.

"You need to watch where you're going," Abbacchio said. (Y/n) was surprised at the softness in his tone. Shouldn't he be biting their head off for almost getting run over?

"Thanks," (y/n) said quietly, moving away from him. He kept his hold on their arm for a beat longer before letting go. When the crossing signal changed, Abbacchio walked a fraction closer, his hand raised like he was ready to catch (y/n) again.

Narancia didn't seem to have noticed the hold-up. His head was on a swivel when they reached him.

"Hey, did you call Moody Blues back or something?"

Abbacchio frowned. "No."

Narancia squinted at his radar even though they'd established Moody Blues didn't appear on it.

"That's weird. Then where the hell did your playback go?"

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#pseuminova #jjba #jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #Vento Aureo #vento aureo x reader #Golden Wind #golden wind x reader #gender neutral reader #modern au

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daystar-by-jacqui-natla · 10 months

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5. BENGAL COURT

LEAH DID MANAGE TO GET SOME SLEEP. SHE ONLY slept for five hours after the meeting with the Volturi. We waited for the morning to pass since the sun was out and shining. It was when the clouds covering the sky were when we travelled to the crime scene. We did hunt down animals to keep our thirst under control but when we do get thirsty at some point in the city, we'll have to find rats (which was Mum's favourite animal to hunt). Leah had food before we left and Ethan also packed a few clothes for her in case she might change into a wolf in case of danger approaching us; they were packed in his grey backpack.

I was wearing black jeans with rips on the knees and a black leather jacket with a dark grey loose vest underneath it; my hands were in leather black fingerless gloves. My black Dr Martens boots splashed on the little dirty puddles, leaving small filthy droplets on them. I definitely need to clean them after this. The rest of my family and Leah wore casual clothing. Starting with the men. Dad wore a black trench coat with a black turtleneck sweater and black trousers and shoes. Simon had a grey single-breasted trench lapel coat with a black shirt and blackish-grey jeans and maroon boots. Joseph had on a brown leather jacket with a grey hoodie, dark denim jeans and black boots. And finally, Ethan wore a purplish checked shirt with a magenta sweater over it, dark grey trousers and blue Converse trainers. He also had a trench coat to match his trousers. Now for the ladies. Mum wore a black-sleeved top, denim jeans, black boots with small heels and a beige trench coat over it. Alana wore a black skater dress with a grey leather jacket and tights and grey Oxford shoes. Rhona had on double denim (jacket and trousers) with brown boots and fingerless black gloves. And lastly, Leah had a dark green hoodie with black leggings and white trainers.

The murky clouds churned ominously overhead, threatening the promise of a torrential downpour. London always was both the wide avenues and the backstreets, had so many faces and a few voices were heard around her. I had gone into town a couple of times but I never thought London was a bit advanced, and there was no doubt about it. From the innovative subway system to the beautiful architecture, it was a modern metropolis. Even though there were new buildings, London was still vintage. The winding streets and Victorian architecture were hard to ignore. And that was where we arrived at.

Bengal Court was covered with blue and white tape with POLICE DO NOT CROSS on the white background. The feeling in the air at the crime scene was foreboding, making it clear that something terrible was afoot. The blood - or what was left of it - was dried into the concrete floor as flowers were laid by the nearest lamp alongside teddy bears and photos of the recently dead Nancy Clarke. She was a pretty girl too. She had light brown hair and hazel eyes with smooth tan skin. In the photo, she was wearing a white blouse and denim skinny jeans.

It was sad to see the dead girl and yet I wondered if she would be happy being dead rather than living eternity as a vampire. And have everyone thinks you're dead. That made me wonder a lot.

"There's no way a human is capable of this," Joseph was first to speak since arriving.

He was right too. We had heard stories from different people about how she died. More specifically, how she was founded. She was founded with blood draining out from her stomach with her rib cage completely broken as if she was crushed by a giant boulder. Her face — not youthful tan anymore — was gaunt and her eyes stared blankly into space, looking like she was tired.

"And they said that the victim is the seventh person who was killed," Simon commented. "Why didn't the Volturi do something about it when they were here?"

"I don't know, Simon," Dad replied, shaking his head. "I honestly don't know."

As they discussed, I spotted something glimmering on the crime scene floor. It looked like some kind of jewellery - a ring or maybe an earring - that was left behind with only a small crimson dot on it. I patted Dad's shoulder and he looked at me.

"What is it?" Dad asked.

I pointed to the crime scene, at the glow. "Something is shining at the crime scene."

Everyone glanced at the crime scene and Dad, after spotting it, fixed his gaze on the glow and his right arm bent into an angle. His fingers danced, his hand turned and the glow began to rise from the floor. It flew towards us and Dad gracefully caught it in his hand. It was a silver piece of a necklace, a heart-shaped piece with a black butterfly outline and a blue gem at the top. On the piece, two words were engraved in black: Little sis. I rubbed my heart piece necklace.

"Alana," he said and handed the piece over to her. "See what happened."

Alana took the piece into her hands and her thumbs and index fingers pressed against it. She stood still, her eyes widened and her lips pursed together. She was in complete focus, using her powers of clairvoyance. She froze for a few seconds until her golden eyes relaxed.

"I couldn't make it out," she admitted, shaking her head. "All I know is that she seemed to be viciously attacked by something."

"A vampire?" Rhona enquired.

"I don't know. She was tossing and turning, screaming in pain. Even vomiting out blood at one point."

"Well, we all know that it isn't a human doing it," Joseph said.

"Who or what could be doing this?" Mum puzzled. "We should step away from this."

We all agreed on this. Then, Dad spotted the alleyway and, with Mum holding on to him, decided to walk down there.

It took us less than five minutes to walk along the alleyway. The rained blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles. The air was crisp after the night's rain. We skirted puddles and listened to the gutters dripping, keeping a watchful eye out as we moved onto the streets, not wanting to be surprised by anyone. But no one seemed to be out this time. Probably been advised by the news to not go out unless it was necessary. The snarling bull emblazoned above the doors would probably have looked more impressive at night, lit by garish red neon. But at this hour it felt more like a guard dog staring balefully from behind a gate, prepared to bite if I strayed too close.

I almost jumped.

A woman had tottered from a nearby doorway without noticing me. As I watched, she lifted her gaze, revealing a pair of ruby eyes. She moved her pale face and her brunette hair effortlessly swayed to the side. Her two-inch high heels, scarlet biker jacket and obscenely low cleavage all conspired to make my eyebrow rise. She was like a prude Victoria's Secret model.

"She's a prostitute," Alana whispered.

"Mum!" Ethan half-shouted as Simon watched on in shock.

"How can you tell, Lana?" Rhona asked.

"When a woman's breasts are on display, they want to come out to play," she explained herself.

I snickered. I never thought I would hear something like that from a vampire. I only could imagine them watching Alana in pure shock and horror at the same time.

"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard in my life," Leah added.

"Just because we saw it, doesn't mean that —," Mum began to speak.

"Trust me," Alana interrupted. "I know one when I see one."

"Well, if that's the case, sweetheart," Simon said, looking down at her. "Why not ask her if she knows anything about the killings?"

"Sure thing, honey," Alana replied and walked towards the vampire woman; we soon followed her.

"So she was a wild cold one back then, huh?" Leah said softly to Ethan.

"Let's not go there," he answered, shaking his head as he felt embarrassed.

Alana stopped in front of the brunette and we surrounded her.

"Not a lot of passing trade at this hour?" Alana inquired meaningfully.

Not one hair on her brunette head moved out of place as she whipped around. She seemed to be surprised to see a bunch of gold eyes glaring at her. Either she never encountered any of them or was shocked to be visited by vampires at this time. Probably expected a woman or a smelly drunk to approach her; she visibly relaxed.

"It's early yet. Move along, goldie, you make the place look crowded."

Alana shared her smirk. "Have you worked in this neighbourhood for long?"

"What can I do for all of you?" she sounded more frustrated than before.

"We're looking for someone," Dad began. "A vampire named Joham? Do you know him?"

The vampire sighed and shook her head. "No, never heard of him."

"Okay. What about the killings that are happening around here?"

Her hand tapped while her arms folded. "Listen, goldie, I don't anything about this Dark Angel or the killings. If anything, you should check out a cult down the street."

"We're not here for—," Joseph spoke up.

"What cult?" Simon enquired, quietening him.

She jerked her head disdainfully, "The Cult of Astaroth," she replied plainly and without pleasure. "I heard some crazy stuff happening there. And there's a lot of trouble now, Member problems. Things need to lie quiet for a while."

"What sort of trouble?" I asked.

She regarded me carefully. "You don't hang out around here, huh, little goldie? No one knows why, or how. I did hear someone say it was the Dark Angel, but who knows for sure? Astaroth's people... Very messy business."

I didn't miss the way she shuddered. It was small, and she tried to hide it, but it was there. Her eyes, darkened as if they were eyeshadows, narrowed as she took us in, perhaps for the first time. "What do you want to find Joham and who's responsible for the killings?"

"I was asked by old acquaintances," Dad winced inwardly. "Someone brought up that name during a trial and then... asked us for help."

She sighed and leaned against the wall. "Tell you what, I know a guy who knew the leader of the cult, many years ago. Name's Alistair. He does have a distaste for him. He hangs about in Hampstead Heath especially under weather like this," she shook her head but was smiling, "He's not the social type, but you never know, might be worth a shot."

I remembered meeting Alistair for the first time. She was right about him not being social.

"Better than anything we've had so far," Alana muttered, noting down 'not the social type' for a later time. "I didn't catch your name?"

"Rebecca," she replied, already rummaging in her bag. "Everyone knows me around here. But you watch out, goldies. The cult's a psychotic operation, and these members would do anything for him."

"How so?" I pressed, wrinkling my nose.

"He owes his years of dealing with humans to his innate power to influence the decisions of those around him." She must have noticed my scepticism showing through because her smile gained a Cheshire cat's smugness. "He can easily change the decisions of his targets, make them make the choice he chooses. I don't know if he controls the mind head-on, or if he has an extremely persuasive effect on his targets."

"He can manipulate decisions?" Joseph's words skipped out automatically.

"That's what I'm saying," she sounded annoyed. "He makes the final choice in the end, regardless if they're vampires or humans."

Come to think of it, maybe this cult might have something to do with it. Maybe this leader's ability might have been the reason for all the killings. Yet, I didn't understand how this got something to do with Joham.

Rebecca shook her head in concern. "Yeah, you be careful, goldies. There are a lot of sickoes loose on the streets!"

"Yeah," Alana replied vaguely.

"That's okay. Some of us like it that way!"

Whatever floats your boat.

Before we could say our farewells, Rebecca's nose flared and her pale face crumbled like a piece of paper. "What's that rotten smell?" She asked, her tone disgusted. Then, she spotted Leah, with her hood up. "Take a shower," she said in a harsh tone.

Leah growled at her remark.

Continue to 6. HAMPSTEAD HEATH

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thenarryparable · 1 year

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fuck it. somersills twins. also sin kid.

The Eldest, Child of Pride. (Somersills)

Name: Maxine Fierté Somerset

Gender: Woman yayyyy (She/They) shwisnsj

Sexuality: Lesbian (her voice claim is Rio Romeo). Yep.

General Appearance: Curly black hair, Almond colored skin, Light Brown eyes, Some freckles on her face.

She usually wears long and "proper" collared vintage dresses with fluffy petticoats, trench coats, doc martins, chain bracelets, custom earrings with fake leaves attached, multiple necklaces, rusty-looking rings with usually emerald stones, and she usually wears baker boy caps or big bows attached to a headband.

The Youngest, Child of Sloth. (Somersills)

Personality: She is very observing, a total book nerd. She can be a bit snarky and curses a lot when angry. Sometimes her pride gets the best of her and she does brag a lot about her personal achievements in a polite way but it still gets on peoples nerves.

Name: Marquis Paresse Mills (called Thrills sometimes)

Gender: Non-Binary (They/She/He)

Sexuality: They have no idea at this point

General Appearance: Curly mid-length fucking soggy dog blonde hair (Dyed Blonde), skin tone is a bit more pale then Maxine's (they get zero sun), blue eyes, a birthmark around their neck (WHATS IN THE BOX-).

Usually wears oversized button ups and pants they stole from Mills and ripped up, worn-down tennis shoes, studded belts with a chain on them usually, usually wears beanies, mini hoop earrings.

Personality: They are pretty relaxed and just sit around and read all day until it comes to justice or something happening to someone they love, then they get very pissed and act upon their feelings. They just take naps all the time anywaybdehksns.

Child of Envy. (John Doe)

Name: Joanna Darby Doe. (Called JJ usually)

Gender: Woman yayyyyyyyyydiwwjjaa, she doesn't care what you call her though.

Sexuality: she doesn't think it matters but, unlabeled. but gay.

General Appearance: Long wavy blonde hair, pale skin, brown eyes, mini scar on the bridge of their nose.

Usually just wears a black tank top and some black baggy pants and some shoes with the bottoms scrapped off. Also very deep burn marks on her hands.

Personality: Just like her father but she is pretty kind once you sit her down and talk to her. She just wanted to make her father proud.

I MAKE MORE SIN KIDS IF PEOPLE WANT.

#se7en #se7en fan kids??? YEAH.#somersills #john doe

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captainperoxidespike · 1 year

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FIRST MEETINGS MEME A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details. (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

tagged by: @taiinted tagging: @maliignant / @wickedlehane / @dementedbeautyqueens / @angerbuilt / @count-v-dracula

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. ( Notes: N/A )

Race: Caucasian ( Nationality: English )

Complexion: Pale

Height: 5′10″

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: Somewhere in between ectomorph and mesomorph; he is of average build, little to no body fat.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: .

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: Light / medium brown. ( Notes: Only body hair he really has is armpits, legs, arms, thin happy trail and pubic area that is trimmed )

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Bleached blond; Natural: Medium brown ( Note: hair is always slicked back unless he’s grown it out a bit )

Eye color: Blue ( Note: Yellow with his demonic / vamp face )

Scars: Most notable is the scar on his left eyebrow; was sustained during his first fight with a slayer during the Boxer Rebellion in China.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette: ( For Example: neutral colors, bold colors, only black, etc ) Dark shades of varying colors with a focus / favoritism of black and red

Typical Clothing: Plain short sleeved black t-shirt, black Levi jeans w/black leather belt, black leather trench coat, and black combat boots

Piercings: Occasionally ears and or left eyebrow

Tattoos: None

Other Information: Will change up his fashion / clothing style with the time period as seen in the 1970′s he embraced the punk era fashion.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Highly expressive. Simply a situational kind of thing that depends solely on his mood.

Default Body Language: Relaxed

General Movements: ( Example: Do they have a limp? A unique walk? ) Has a short, slow stride

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: ( Example: Are they a calming presence? An antagonizing one? ) It really depends on the person because to some he can be calming while to others antagonizing. If they’re a complete stranger, it’s a mix of false calming and predator like.

Appearance: ( Example: Tidy, Unkept, etc ) Tidy. He’s not one to let himself be unkept as that’s something that stuck with him from his previous life as a human

Scent: Cigarettes, sandalwood, musky ( Note: Kind of like how clothes in a drawer would smell after being in there for a while. The downside to living in a crypt. )

Voice Description: Not too deep but has some gruffness to it.

Accent: Yes / No

Anything else to add? He can be a flirtatious asshole.

#( headcanon | love isn't brains children it's blood screaming inside you to work its will )

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