New girls : small trivia + potential universes

Phoenix Rivers: (FC: Anna Diop)

• She has a big anger issue. She has to reign in her anger because if she isn't careful she can turn.
• She is a flirt. She uses her extraordinary beauty to charm her way away. 
• She is kind to children and with genuine and kind people.
• She can't help but protect weaker people and has a soft spot for victims of domestic violence. 
• She's more comfortable on her own.
• Phoenix wants to have a quiet life, but it's almost an impossible dream.

Other cast members: 

Older lover / dead lover   (Eka Darville)

Evil witch Dearna (Jenna Laird) 

Universes: BG3, Original universe,  GoT

Lucretia Marin: (Taylour Paige)

• She's a scaredy-cat and is always on the edge.
• She's very secretive and has to be to keep her secret nature to herself.
• She doesn't mind being on her own. 
• She is a good listener 
• She's also very good with animals. (Dogs and cats love her)
• She's hopelessly romantic
• She can handle being on her own but does love some company
• She broke down at the end of the genocide and it took a while for her to find some motivation to keep going.
• Lucretia wants to survive and have a good life.

Other cast members:

Universes: COPG, SPN, Harry Potter

Leona Farrow: (K.D Aubert)

• She is extremely determined and stubborn.
• She's passionate
• She's impulsive and doesn't always think before acting.
• She loves exercising (you could even call her a sport bae)
• She is a leader.
• she doesn't like to be on her own. 
• Leona's been betrayed by her uncle and cousin. Her uncle killed her parents and hid it from her. Her cousin knew but kept the truth from her.
• Leona's breakdown would be a violent one. She would not separate the allies from the enemies.
• leona wants to kill the murderer of her parents. 

Other cast members: 

Sam Farrow (Finnick Odair)

Helios Farrow (Todd Lasance)

Universes: BG3, SPN, TVD Original Universe

Vanya Beryl Quimaris:  ( Sydney J. Harper / Sonequa Martin-Green)

• She's very aloof. It is extremely difficult to get close to her.
• She's very brutal, an efficient soldier who is lethal in a battle.
• She's very guarded and would not talk about herself or her emotions if she doesn't want to.
• She's also extremely sensual, but only to people she's close to.
• She is also obsessed with revenge. She will not let go of it.
• She would rather be alone and doesn't do well with company.
• The king betrayed her family and because of his jealousy, she lost her family.
• Vanya broke down when her parents died. She went on a killing rampage of revenge.
• Vanya wants to kill the royal family to avenge her own family.

Other cast members: 

Richard (Richard Armitage)

Prince Celebrim (Aidan Turner)

Universes:  LoTR, Bg3, Original Universe, 

Gabrielle Starmaker (Gabriel) : (FC: Jessica Obilom)

• She's very naive. She is so devoted to her father that she can be blinded by her faith in him.
• She is also very stubborn, once she's made up her mind, you can't make her change it.
• She's very nurturing and adores humans.
• She's a soft bean
• She's very generous
• She's extremely powerful, far more than given credit for.
• She doesn't mind being on her own but does love company
• She feels betrayed by her father and the way her siblings treat mankind and demons.
• No one had ever seen her break down but Gabriel at her lowest is almost a different person, she becomes dangerous and lethal.
• Gabriel wishes for her father to come back // for humans, demons, and angels to get along.

Other cast members: 

Michael (Viggo Mortensen)

Raphael (Alex Hogh Anderson)

Lucifer (Winston Duke)

Universes: SPN, Original Universe, 

Judith Le Fay: (FC: Hailey Bailey) 

• She is a virgin (hasn't even kissed a person before)
• She is very adventurous and always explores the world around her.
• She is very short-tempered so you wouldn't be wise to insult her.
• She can also be very vicious if angry, so it's best not to anger her.
• She is still honing her flirting skills.
• She gets along well with animals. 
• She doesn't like being on her own and would seek company
• She also seeks validation from others.
• She feels betrayed by her Fairy Godmother who didn't tell her the truth about her lineage.
• No one has seen her at her lowest, not even her but she would straight up be terrifying should she break down.
• judith's greatest desire is to prove that she is the best faery to ever live // she also wants to feel like she belongs.

Universes: Original Universe, Fairy tales verses, Disney, BG3

Tinkerbelle (Brook Williams)

Fairy Godmother (Marisa Ramirez)

Isabella ( Hanna Mangan Laurence)

Merlin's apprentice (Christian antidormi)

Hayley Blackwood (ATSV): FC Aja Naomi King:

• She tends to be aloof and to push people away from her to protect them from her. 
• She is in love with Kaine Parker from Earth 616
• She believes she shouldn't be loved so she overworks herself and is reckless when in action.

Ceryse Velaryon (HoTD]:  Cheyenne Haynes. 

• Ceryse is losing her eyesight
• She is the daughter of Corlys Velaryon
• She sought the help of Otto Hightower to get revenge on Daemon Targaryen for killing her father.
• She was held captive by Daemon for months and they became lovers. (Stockholm Syndrom)
• She was rescued by Aemond Targaryen and brought back to the keep. 
• Her one true love is Aemond Targaryen.
• She is betrothed to Otto Hightower and he's slowly starting to lust after her (just lust)

Doya: Last Christmas

"Last Christmas, I was lucky enough to spend it on the road with Dean. We worked on a case, which seemed to be an easy one until we got there. I think we've been blindsided by the "easy" nature of werewolves and didn't anticipate a little alliance of some sort between a vampire and a werewolf.  I didn't even know that these monsters could... fall in love outside of their... kind. Wow.. I sound very bigoted. It taught me a lesson, never to assume anything about anyone. After all, I almost got killed by a superpowered pagan god. We had a good time, Dean and I, and I honestly couldn't have asked for anything better. Last Christmas, I also got a call from my childhood friend Sarah Thomas (really, a sister at that point). We discussed the holidays and how she was feeling since the passing of her father, the injuries of her brother, and what it meant to be a mother and a hunter at the same time. She was a mess last time. She was still reeling from the near-death of Joshua (the brother) and still upset about leaving the hunting life behind and not having been able to help her brother. I understood how she felt, I really did. 

Still... We counted our blessings. Joshua wasn't dead. She rekindled her connection with the supernatural world and took her weapons back. She taught her children and husband about it to prepare them to the best of her abilities and things seemed to be well on track. What I forgot to think about was the impact Joshua's injuries would have on both of us. Joshua lost the use of his legs due to extensive injuries he sustained during his last case. That took him out of the field but he still managed to find ways to help. He's still a hunter so I guess, Life always finds a way. I decided to live my life even harder, you know? I am not saying I would end up like my good friend Joshua, but perhaps if I am not careful, I would have to face hardships I didn't even think about. I would need to be strong. This Christmas,  I think I want to celebrate it with team Free Will. It's been a while since we've been together for the holidays and there is so much I want to do. So, I'll try and see how I can make it happen. Wish me luck!"

Got: The people princess

As rumors of the princess' passing had traveled Westeros, House  Redwyne was hoping to rally the commoners and the other houses to their rebellion against the Targaryen. They had not claimed to be responsible for the siege before being certain of their victory but things turned out different from what they had envisioned. They thought that Westeros as a whole hated Queen Daenerys and her whole lineage but they were wrong. The news of Princess Bäahal's death was met with tears and grief. The commoners genuinely loved their princess because she was one of the very few nobles to ever descend to their level. She was one of the very few to be concerned by them and willing to meet with the population. Bäahal was known as a kind and loving person and echoes of her heroics during the siege spread like wildfire. They grew to love her more and mourned her death. Bäahal worked tirelessly to let people know about the story of her family, about the desires of her sister to break the wheel and build a better future for everyone. They truly believed that their queen was championing them and the princess' behavior was proof enough of Daenerys' desire to do better for her people. 

The other noble houses were less keen to rebel against the queen. It wasn't so much the fear of being burned alive by her dragons. It wasn't the fear of entering a needless war that would only hurt those who participated in it as well as damage their reputation in front of their own subjects. It became trickier for House Redwyne to reveal that they were behind the conspiracy that took the life of the people princess. Were they in the wrong for trying to reject Daenerys and her ideas? The noble houses didn't seem to be on board with the new Queen's program. She wanted to "break the wheel", to change their traditions and move forward, from what they have always known. How could it be accepted? Bäahal's death was supposed to weaken the support of the Targaryens. It was supposed to show them how weak they were and instead of it, it only strengthened their position. Commander Jon and Ser Jaime Lannister were on their trail. They would end up confronting the Redwyne about their participation in the siege and while the head of the house tried to tie all loose ends, he knew that Commander Jon was so inspiring that he might convince someone to speak of what they heard.  They tried to kill their servants, in a way that wouldn't give away their culpability but they didn't account for the child of one of their servants to have the written testimony incriminating House Redwyne for their treason.  They weren't aware that the child had already left their kingdom and reached out to the Red Keep and demanded an audience with the queen because he had the most important information to deliver. 

It was just a matter of time before the trap Jaime Lannister and Jon Snow closed upon their targets. 

A vintage's touch: Her former husband

Small Heath Birmingham, Thomas Shelby mansion, 

Mary had been reading by a tree. She wasn't working that day at the institute and had decided to go for a walk on the property and find a nice spot to sit down and read poetry. The sky was cloudless and a bright blue and soft fresh breeze was blowing in her face, which prompted her to lean her head against the tree so she could be more comfortable in her reading.  The poem she read spoke of broken relationships, violence, and relief from being free from such a situation. Before Mary could react, a single tear rolled down her soft cheek and fell onto the page she was reading. Another one followed, then another one and before she knew it, Mary was properly sobbing in her book. She put it on her lap and covered her face with both hands, unable to stop sobbing as a repressed memory forced its way back into her mind. 

She remembered the day she found Carter Colson, her late husband. He was lying on his front, in a pool of blood with very obvious signs that he had been shot several times. At first, she didn't believe he was dead and her first impulse was to kneel next to the body and shake it. She turned him around enough for her to see that his face was pale, his life was gone so she let his body drop back onto the floor and the pool of blood that had spilled onto it. Her husband was dead, killed by the mob he once belonged to. They had trashed their humble house, looking for the money he had stolen from them but Mary knew that it was in vain because Carter had spent every pound of that money in gambling and other dice games.  

Sadness rushed in first. Carter was the first and only man she knew and while their relationship was less than stellar, she was mourning for her loss. Her husband was taken from her and she realized that she would never be able to talk to him. It was short-lived, however, as disgust took over, quickly followed by anger. Carter was an awful man, a criminal. Everything about their union was cursed from the beginning. The time spent away from him, hidden by her very good friend and colleague from his fists had helped Mary work on herself. She realized that a man as old as he was shouldn't have seduced a child like her. He was an adult, a full-blown adult when they met. He had lied to the government and pretended he was disabled so he couldn't go to war while in fact, he was a very able-bodied man. He courted the abused orphan Mary, knowing full well that she was just 14, and the evil nurses who "raised" her, condoned that. They threw Mary into his claws, let him defile her and steal her innocence and when she turned up to be pregnant, they forced a marriage between the two of them... or to be more precise, they sold that child to that older man to get rid of her. 

She still remembered how dismissive of her emotions he was and how desperate to leave the orphanage she was at the time. She naively thought he was in love with her, that he was honest and kind and although the first night wasn't traumatic, it wasn't exactly good either. Carter took from her and barely gave her something back, enough to impress her mind but as she grew to learn, it was nothing. He gave her nothing.  She still remembered her joy of learning about her pregnancy and his annoyance at becoming a father. She didn't care, she would give all of her love to someone truly innocent who deserved to be raised in a loving home. She worked to support her "disabled" husband and herself, while pregnant and perhaps that could explain why the baby didn't survive. She had to breathe in toxic waste, and she had to do physically demanding jobs to sustain both of them. Perhaps it simply was fate or God or anything really, but her fault. Either way, Mary didn't think so. She took the blame for the death of her child. The birth itself was traumatic for such a young body, traumatic because she was giving birth alone while her husband was having fun in town. The child's death was even more of a trauma as she had to endure it alone. She held her son in her arms and watched him turn purple and die all by herself. while her husband was having fun in town. 

Her anger made Mary hit the body, she lashed out at him for his cruelty towards her. For not even being decent enough to pay for the funeral of their son. He promised he would take care of everything, only for him to bail on the day the child was supposed to be buried. He only came back later that day to take Mary to run away to Birmingham so the nuns couldn't report the thievery and they would start over. Back then, she still naively believed him. She was 15, what did she know? He exploited her in their new home and sent her to work while he lazed out at home. He kept taking advantage of her, forcing her into sex when she was still reeling from her loss. he let her dwell in her depression, enforced the idea that she was indeed, cursed and forsaken by God and they had to try again for another child and when she didn't comply, he would use brute force against her. She learned to handle the bruises, she learned to hide them from the others up until the day she was visited by two gangsters. Up until the day she discovered the truth. 

her husband could walk. He could work. He should have been to war! He stole money from his former gang and they were looking for it. As truth bombs exploded one after the other, Mary realized that she had been had by a lying man. She had been used by a disgusting man and she decided to leave. He pulled at her heartstrings, tried to negotiate, begged, and pleaded with her to take him back but she managed to leave and hide at a friend's place. She told him to give the money back and get his act straight if he wanted to have a chance, but in truth, she was hoping for God to punish him. And he did. Carter was now dead but she knew that her life was in danger because the mob would want her to refund him. So she hit him, she hit Carter's body harder because he put her in a pickle. Because of him, she was forced to run away for her life. Because of him, she was associated with a gangster who stole money from his gang. Because of him, she had no life.....

How odd was it that this memory came back to her mind, especially when she had been trying to bury everything deep into her mind? How odd was it that the moment she thought that she had a much better life, the ghost of her past came back with a vengeance? Tommy had nothing to do with Carter. He wasn't Carter and perhaps, it was the realization that she was safe that made Mary think of the old times and of how far she had come. It felt good to cry her pain away, to purge her heart from the fear and heartbreak she felt because of her late husband. Tommy wasn't Carter. She was free. and she felt relief. Yes, Relief! At last! 

A vintage's touch: All I want for Christmas is you

 "I do not ask for much. I believe I don't. What I know is that I want you to know that you have a home, Tom. You have a home here with Charlie and with me. I know you keep things to yourself and I will never be able to reach out to you completely. I know that there are things that you would keep a secret from me. I know that there is so much I don't know about you, about your family and the business. I know...That doesn't mean I would hold it against you. I won't. We all have our secret gardens, filled with memories we'd rather suppress or actions we'd rather forget. I also know that I do not love a shadow of a person. You are still in there, somewhere, Tom. You're still in there and it doesn't matter how long it takes before I can go and piece yourself back. It doesn't matter how many times I do it. You can fall apart with me. I will always be there and will always try to put you back together because I love you. I love you so much. 

I thought I was dead, Tom. Dead! That's what I thought I was. I thought there was nothing left inside my heart, that there was no more love for me to give but you came into my life and you showed me that I was wrong. I still have love to give. I still have love to feel...And I want you to be able to feel it. I want you to be able to see for yourself that there is someone who loves you here... No matter the crimes you committed. No matter the distance you put between life and yourself. I believe in you. I always have and always will. It's been a decade now, don't you think that if I had an issue with who you were, I would have been gone by now? I never tried to leave, not even once I was perfectly safe. I didn't try to be away from our son and from you. I can't dream of doing it. You brought me back to life. You gave me a reason to believe that I wasn't forsaken by God and that somehow, somewhere, someone wanted to build a life with me. You built a life with me, my dear Soldier. My dear Gangster... My dear Thomas Shelby O.B.E.

I have been worried because you've almost spent a whole month without giving us signs of life too. I knew you were working because the peaky boys told me that they heard from you or saw you. I knew you were alive, but you were distant, perhaps, the most distant you've ever been. Charlie asked for his father and I didn't know what to say aside from reassuring him that he didn't do anything wrong and you still loved him. I went to your office, wearing riské clothes, just because I wanted to bring you back to me. I missed you so much. I had to do something and come see you. I... Tommy, I can't say that I understand everything, but I know that something is amiss. I know that your mind is stuck somewhere and I think I can recognize grief when I see it. I think I can recognize pain when I see it. I might not have been through the same things as you did, but "real recognizes real". I know what that is but this time, you will not have to face it alone. Whatever that is, whatever it takes, I am here. I will always be here because there is no way in hell that I would let the man I love suffer alone. I would never let the man I love suffer. I can't. I can't because if I do, I will crumble too. So, my love, for Christmas, all I am asking for is for you to come home and rest your soul with your family. All I ask is for me to be able to care for you, to comfort you, and to love you as you deserve. It's all I want."

Klasma: Sharing Yule

 The Witch had always wanted to share Yule with someone, anyone, but she couldn't do so due to the nature of her curse. She was bound to celebrate the holiday on her own and had done so for centuries now. When she arrived at Mystic Falls, she had hopes that maybe this time would be different because of the sheer number of supernatural creatures there. She couldn't be more wrong and had to endure her loneliness even more and it felt even worse because she was surrounded by people and still felt alone. Still, she prayed to the goddess Hecate to grant her companionship, even if it was short-lived. She wanted to spend at least one yule with someone, showcase her magic, and speak about the bond she shared with the goddess and her ancestors. She wanted to spend the holiday with someone... anyone... even if that was an enemy.  

The goddess and her ancestors sometimes worked in mysterious ways for she met a man who used to be an enemy of hers and to whom she became close. Klaus Mikaelson, the Hybrid who slaughtered her entire family centuries ago was now an uncanny companion. They had not spent enough time for her to share her deepest fears and issues and for him to open up to her completely. They trusted each other enough to know that they would save their lives, but the heart? that was another matter. The cursed witch noticed that ever since she had met him, she had been able to have some intimacy with him. She had been able to share a drink and have a full conversation with him, She laughed and cried with him and they touched. Oh, they did touch and the witch wanted more of it, more of him, more of his touch and his voice and his presence. She wished that they would be able to share Yule together and then she would feel the happiest she's ever been because someone, at long last, someone was there with her. There was always a risk to give so much hope when there was so much uncertainty but the witch was ready. She had to be brave. She had to try.

TB: "Oh Sara."

 // This is Brett's POV. I despise this asshole. he is so bad! I do not condone anything he's saying here but I needed y'all to see how bad he is.//

"Oh, Sara. How I have missed you!

I have to say, I am tempted to pay you a visit someday, for old times sake. I know you would appreciate it, you always seemed to melt away whenever someone paid you attention. I noticed it pretty early and not to tout my own horn, but that also helped me get into your heart. You were starving from affection. You were desperate enough after your breakup with that girl, Ada? Sandra? Tara I think! Yeah, Tara. You were so heartbroken after your breakup with her that you didn't even notice me making my moves towards you. As a matter of fact, you got attached pretty fast, pretty early, and chewed most of the work for me. All I had to do, was give you a compliment here and there, open the door to you, and pull the chair and you ended up eating at the palm of my hand.  You were fun to be with. I could experiment with you. 

Oh, don't get me wrong, I do miss hanging out with you too. Your fame opened so many doors. I was able to go to the fanciest places and wear the most expensive outfits with/your/ hard-earned dollars. You always spoiled me and I relished in being pampered instead of making the effort to pamper you. If only you didn't want to be Sara most of the time, we could have been together for a longer time.  You were stubborn, perhaps less gullible than I expected you to be. You called that "dignity" or some shit like that. You wanted to be makeup-free when we were together but I couldn't look at you with these freckles on your skin. You are ugly without makeup, I don't make the rules! If women with freckles were beautiful, they would have been the most sought-after women, but they're not and you're not beautiful. I wanted you to do this simple thing that is covering your skin with makeup at all times but you still chose to disobey me and hurt me in the process. What could I do if not respond to your aggressivity? 

I had to discipline you. I had to break your spirit to make you comply more easily. I didn't like punching you in the face. I didn't like kicking your stomach or your legs. I didn't like using my ice powers to make you shiver and make you anticipate my mood to correct your attitude. You made me do it. You made me become a violent person because you didn't want to respect my boundaries. It's true, I let anger take over. I didn't always control the power of my hits. I didn't always stop when you asked me to but ultimately, you started to behave didn't you?  Ultimately, we got somewhere up until your rebellious mind made you act up again. I loved it, when we were the It Couple. I loved it, when everyone wanted to be like us. The paps loved us. The fans loved us! and your stubbornness destroyed us. Oh, Sara, I had to leave. I had to break your heart. I couldn't in good faith stay in a relationship that didn't make me happy anymore. I couldn't pretend to love you when all I thought when I looked at you, was disgust. You were ugly.. not even a good fuck.

Yeah, let's talk about this one. I pity the person you're going to date after me. I pity them because I know they would have to put up with someone who doesn't know how to make them happy. You always had demands impossible to meet. Make you cum, not once, but twice? Make you "lose your mind"? tell you that you're beautiful? Nah! I couldn't do it, nobody can. You were good to fuck when you were wearing your makeup, you looked good, well, as good as a fatty like you could be. Yeah Yeah... When we met you were curvy, a true bombshell but then you got older and larger and  I didn't like the way your flesh felt against me. Sure, you felt good around my cock, but that was about it. Fortunately for me, you knew how to care for me so I could come quickly but the rest of it? it wasn't that great. 

With all of that said, Sara, my dear Sara. I do miss you. I miss the face you made when I told you that I was dumping you. I loved the despair in your voice as I told you I was leaving. I missed the sound of your pleads. I also missed the way you were doting on me, truly, I felt like a king who had nothing to do but sit back and relax. So yeah, I moved on, I am engaged to a supermodel and I wish you could see our social media pictures, so you would see what it takes to be a good woman and a good and beautiful wife. Still, I miss the fun we had together and I want to see you again. I want to make sure that you do not find someone else after me. I want to make sure to be the last thing you'll have in mind and the last thing you cry yourself to sleep about."

TB: Christmas break

 #I will visit my sister and her family. We see each other in a week after the holiday season. Happy Holidays!#

Dotty's message read the exact same every single year. Sara noticed that very little was changed when she wrote to her. Every year was the same, Dotty would be breathing on her neck all year round and would disappear around Christmas and the New Year. She claimed that it was the only holiday season she could share with her family and the only opportunity Sara could have to spend some days alone. It used to amuse Sara because Dotty who did her best to avoid her family throughout the year was now very concerned with spending time with them, something Sara couldn't understand. Perhaps the old woman loved these people or wanted the illusion of a familial bond? Who was Sara to judge? It amused her, at the beginning. Sara never had a healthy relationship with her parents to begin with, so they turned Christmas into "Reward Day." Where she would be given a gift of her choice for her yearly performances. It was also the only opportunity her mother took to cook Sara's favorite meal. Then, at the orphanage, it was more of a cruel day where the managers and workers humiliated the gifted kids. After all, weren't they all freaks? Sara remembered how much she hated the place and refused to participate in this humiliation, choosing to be punished with dry bread and a glass of water as the only meal since she refused to play along.  So she wasn't impressed with Christmas and didn't mind when Dotty left for a week. 

It started to bother her when she realized that the excuse she gave for leaving was that she wanted to share the holiday with her family. If these people were family, then what was the relationship Sara had with Dotty? It stung more than she dared to admit to herself, to realize that this jolly woman who was somewhat of a mother figure didn't consider her part of her family. Yet, she was behaving like a mother figure, watching after her like a hawk, trying to help her out of abusive relationships, looking after her career...She had helped Sara learn a great deal about herself, about being a woman and navigating the crab bucket the entertainment industry was. Dotty genuinely cared for her but apparently, not enough to consider her family. not enough to invite her over so she could experience a normal Christmas and unboxing day. Sara wasn't enough.  It hit her like a truck and she threw her phone away from her. It landed on the floor, unscathed despite the brutal impact. Why did she care that much anyway? Why did she care? Her ex Tara only wanted to be lavished with gifts and conceded to order fine dining with Sara's favorite food as a reward for her good actions. Her ex Brett only wanted to be seen with Unnamed Girl in some lavish settings. He never wanted to be home, never wanted to put up a tree or even think about a gift. Something meaningful to her.  Oh no... He took her on trips where he would be sure to show off his good physique and skills for the camera while she was pretending to be fine with being under camera flashes almost non-stop. 

"Fuck it...I hate you Dotty!" -That was a lie, she was upset beyond reason but she didn't hate the woman- "You're always leaving me alone during the holidays... what am I to do with myself?" - She lamented before she ran her hand through her black hair-

Homelander... Maybe he would like to be invited to her place. Maybe he would like to spend the holidays with her... Maybe she could even ask for him to bring his son over? She wasn't sure he would be on board with the idea. After all, they have been dating very recently and she wasn't sure he would appreciate her suggesting to do something this emotionally intimate with him, let alone, bring his son into it. She wasn't sure but her heart wanted it. He seemed to genuinely want her and care for her. He seemed to have no issue whatsoever with her true self. He didn't care for the superstar she was, for the glitter and the fake smiles -well, that was also part of his job, so truly, he could care less about her fake personality-. he didn't care for her freckles her curves, or even the way she panicked. He seemed to have accepted her quirks and that was reassuring. Perhaps this time she got it right! Perhaps this time she truly met someone who cared for her and who would treat her decently. Someone who would enjoy the simplicity of a Christmas meal she would cook for them. perhaps, someone who would even think about bringing her a gift, a small symbolic gift. He didn't know her well and neither did she but she wanted to try, she needed to try.  She rubbed her arms with her warm hands and took a deep sigh. She would ask him to come over for Christmas and would do so now. So she stood up and started to look for her phone and upon finally finding it, she grabbed it and started to text Homelander. 

#Would you want to celebrate Christmas with me at my place? I will put up a tree, and cook a good meal. you can absolutely bring Ryan with you. I'll have a few gifts for both of you, nothing too big but things I hope you'll enjoy. If yes, please let me know early enough for me to prepare everything? okay? Thanks. Love.#

And she sent it, her heart almost breaking out of her ribcage, but she sent it anyways.

GOT (modern and regular): Christmas trivia + spicy one

Regular:

1) if the gods can grant a wish then I wish for Jaime to become a father and be present in the lives of his children. And have the world forgive him for killing my father. 

2) I would love to spend winter with him but I am aware of his duty towards Lady Kyra. 

3) so far I love it when he looks at me and groans when he is inside. The way he braces himself because it feels good. The way he moans too.

xxx

Modern :

1) “ I wish for Jaime to feel fulfilled in his life. Only he knows what his heart wants so I hope he can find it.”

2) I want to spend Christmas with him. I am growing tired of being humiliated at the family gathering. 

3) when he becomes crass too. His dirty talk turns me on so much! Love it too when he looks at my body from head to toe. He’s shameless and spontaneous so trust me when I say that feeling his erection against my ass when he decides he’s done being nice,  drives me crazy!

TB: Christmas trivia + spicy one

1) “ I would ask for the world to see Homelander like I see him and to love him. I would ask for John to love himself and keep on discovering himself. I want my baby happy.”

2) I never had a Christmas before. My parents called it reward day and if I performed well I had toys. If not I had to work harder and was berated. At the orphanage we didn’t celebrate Christmas it was just an excuse to humiliate us. Tara wanted me to shower her with gifts but never got me anything and Brett turned it into a pr operation with unnamed girl. I just want a simple Christmas with John. Just us, a tree, a meal and gifts. 

3) the way he says baby girl is killing me! The way he is laser focused on me when we fuck too! I also love when he starts saying my name and understand that I am needy. But when he praises me? Oh god! I melt!

A vintage's touch: christmas trivia + spicy one

1) “I would ask him to…. Appease Tommy’s soul. I have heard about ptsd and it is a terrible affliction. He suffers and there is nothing I can do to help except be there for him the best of my abilities. I want him to be able to sleep and be able to find comfort in knowing that he did all he could and there is more to him than death and desolation. I want him to be at peace.” 

2) “with Charlie and I. With Ada and her children. With the whole family like before Grace’s death. He hasn’t spent Christmas with Charlie in a long time now.”

3) oh…. When his gaze is focused on me. Suddenly I feel like the most important person in the whole world. Especially when he’s eating me out and fingering me. I lose my mind when he looks at me. I lose my mind when he matches my energy and trash-talk me too. When he becomes rougher because I insulted him. When he says my name while we have a fuck. It’s so endearing when he calls Me. It’s the sweetest sound to me.

COPG: christmas trivia + spicy one

1) “Let’s play your game. If I could ask anything then would be to always give Pride new paths to follow. He can’t be limited and he can’t get bored. His very nature requires him to always go further and take more. So I will keep him entertained.”

2) on earth with superbia. I want to enjoy life and its delights with him. 

3) the way he plays with his fingers. As soon as he touches my neck I lose control. As soon as he smirks his eyes change colors? I have surrendered to him. He is perfect and sexy. I love it when he runs his fingers over my lips to see if I am a good girl. He is dominant and I am his submissive little goddess.

Klasma: Christmas trivia + spicy one

1) “I think I would ask for Santa Claus to…. To… set klaus free from his torment. I do not know what could make him feel better and I can’t speak for him. But I would ask Santa Claus to relieve him from his pain. The burden he carries on his shoulders. If that means he has to be human again. Then so be it. I’d ask for it.”

2) “I would love to spend it with him. I want to drink hot wine and eat soups and go ice skating with him. And fall because I don’t know how to ice skate and laugh because he would laugh with me.” 

3) when I bleed he just…. His face turns and he growls and I think it’s the sexiest sound ever. When he holds onto me just as I try to escape my own climax and his cock… I love how possessive he gets.

Doya: Christmas trivia + spicy one

1) « I wish for Dean to finally feel like he is enough. He’s more than enough. He’s an excellent hunter, an excellent partner, a devoted and loving brother, a wonderful husband and we want to be with him. He doesn’t need to do the impossible to be loved or cared for.  I wish for him to have that peace of mind. » 

2) I love Christmas. I know Dean isn’t that much into the holiday but for me, he always manages to make it a special day. We work cases, he buys me a symbolic gift, I buy us ugly sweaters. I want to spend it like that, with him.

3) When Dean gets worked up, he has that super cute smile on his face. I love it the most when I am sucking his cock and swallowing him and his face lights up as If he had seen Santa Claus. He tells me I am amazing but truly it’s his big smile that makes me melt. I also love when he groans when I scratch his back. He hisses and he snarls and I love to hear him. That’s our thing. And it drives me wild.

TB headcanon: christmas and princess treatment.

Sara had never actually celebrated Christmas. Her parents never celebrated the holiday properly (it was Reward Day rather than Christmas). They had a version of it at the orphanage that was rather cruel.  Tara wanted to be showered in gifts and Brett always wanted to use Christmas as a PR stunt. Dotty always left to celebrate with her family so Sara had no idea of how it actually feels to celebrate Christmas with someone who cares for you and who you care for.

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"Well.... For what it's worth, I consider that I deserve the princess treatment. I'm tired of having to give and give and give without being able to receive and be treated well. So... Call me spoiled, I don't care. I just want to be loved and be loved real good!"

Klasma: TVD Longing

When Nëela met Klaus, she had not anticipated the impact it would have on her. He had left her wanting more. She needed more of him, more of his fingers tugging at her curly hair, more of his hands tilting her head to the side so he could tease the soft skin of her neck with his fangs. She needed more of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulling her into a hug. She needed...She needed.  The witch refused to tell Klaus how agonizing for her the month spent apart from him, felt.  how could she tell him that she longed for him during the day, and daydreamed of them drinking wine and eating cheese. She couldn't tell him how her heart fluttered at the thought of talking to him, of going on a walk on a sunny day nor how she blushed when she looked at his smile because of how much she loved it.  There was something uncanny about their connection, something that went far beyond her desire for the hybrid. He understood her, well, he was the first to ever try to understand her. She understood him too, after all, didn't they have in common the fact they had been shunned by their peers, cursed, battered, and persecuted? 

Of course, she missed feeling him. She missed his kisses, his rough hands over her soft skin, his fangs biting into her so he could have a taste. She missed losing her mind to his possessive hands, to his thrusts into her welcoming core, to his growls into her ears, and to his fingers sinking into her supple flesh. Sex with Klaus was magic, quite literally since she couldn't control her abilities when they were together. Sex with Klaus was even better because it wasn't just a matter of flesh. It wasn't just a matter of physical chemistry. It went beyond this.. her attachment to him was dangerous because she was thinking of more than just hookups. She was thinking of a life with him. She was thinking about waking up to him every morning and going to sleep with him. She was thinking about making him feel less alone. Ambitious wasn't it? In truth, she didn't want to be alone anymore as well and she thought that Klaus was the perfect companion for her. But would they be able to make it work? Does he even want it? She didn't know, but she was willing to try. 

HoTD: Otto and Ceryse

 HoTD: Otto and Ceryse

"It took you a while to get there." -Otto's stern voice sent a shiver down the Lady of Driftmark's spine. She nodded quietly, uncertain of how to react to him and he moved back into the room so she could enter.-

He had her fetched by a maid, late at night and the young woman was starting to fear he wanted to become intimate with her. She wasn't interested in sharing his bed nor did she want to go through with her promise to marry the old man. He looked at her, his green eyes stared at the young woman before him. She looked so young, so small before him but exuded strength. She was defiant and stubborn and Otto was aware of the intrigues she became a part of. Daemon Targaryen took her flower and claimed her for himself. Otto was angry at the news, thinking that Daemon did it out of spite, but he slowly started to see how it could benefit him. The young lass was not a virgin anymore and he wouldn't have the burden of taking it from her any longer. Besides, Daemon was said to have fallen for her, which could help Otto use the young woman as a bargaining chip. 

What was more problematic was the rumors of a budding romance between Ceryse and Aemond, his grandchild. Aemond was an obedient boy and Otto believed that he could manipulate him into doing his bidding. The old man had not anticipated that he would have fallen for Ceryse and he didn't know just how deep those feelings were. Perhaps it was just puppy love that could be squashed into nothingness or, it could unfortunately be a much deeper feeling, a love deeply rooted within them that would require harsher measures. Either way, it wasn't a situation that put the old man at ease and he wanted to deal with it as soon as possible. 

"The maid fetched me in the middle of the night. I couldn't possibly leave my bedroom with next to nothing to cover myself with." -She countered. her brown eyes tried to decipher his face, but the room was barely lit so she couldn't see him well.-

"Have a seat, Ceryse." -Otto's harsh voice made her swallow a lump and she quickly obliged his request.- "Do you remember why you're here? Do I need to remind you what happened after your father was killed by Daemon Targaryen?" -He didn't have to remind her of her father's death but he did because he knew that would cut her deep. Ceryse eyes grew wide and she clenched her fists-

"How can I forget? I was there!" -She took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip. She was well aware of what the older man wanted to do but was still trying to remain defiant, in memory of her father- "I remember why I came to you. I wanted revenge for my father. I wanted your protection because I was afraid to become a target for Daemon Targaryen."

"Yes! And haven't we provided you protection since? Ever since you became my betrothed, I haven't seen you in my chambers. You always keep your distance from me but seem awfully content with spending time with my grandchild."

"Are you accusing me of adultery?" Her tone shifted and Otto lifted a brow. "You accuse me of never coming to your bedroom but have you tried to come to mine? Have you ever tried to treat me like your betrothed? I highly doubt so, Ser Otto. You've treated me the exact same as you did before you took me under your wing." She then pulled her fists up her thighs and  bit her bottom lip

"And how am I treating you, Lady Ceryse?" He asked. he closed the distance between the two of them and grabbed her cheek with his right hand.  "Can you even see me Ceryse or did you go blind?"

"Why do you care, Ser Otto?" She groaned while her left hand tried to swat his hand off of her face but it didn't work. "I can still see you. I am not crippled if that's what you implied." She furrowed her brows and held onto his arm. "Did you ask for me because you wanted to claim me?" She was trying to hide how terrified she felt by the older man. She was threading on a very thin line which could either see her killed for treason or forced into a loveless union with the older man. 

"And what if I wanted exactly what is owed to me?" He asked, allowing his eyes to glance down to her chest. He saw her curves, barely hidden by the flimsy white fabric of her nightgown, and caught himself lusting after her.  Ceryse was a beautiful woman, he noticed it the moment he met her and it had been years since his wife passed away and he felt the warmth of a youthful body against his. "What if I wanted to take what's mine?" he asked again and grabbed her nightgown. She struggled against his firm grip but he managed to tear the fabric of her gown enough for her breasts to be exposed.

"Ser Otto! No!" She scratched his arm and forced the older man to release her so he could tend to his scratches. He groaned and slapped her face, forcing Ceryse to lie on the bed. She didn't move, shocked and furious by his reaction. Her brown eyes glanced up, at his frame walking in circles in front of her. She held onto the sheets and pulled them towards her chest, keeping her body hidden. "How dare you? If you were so lonely and needed a fuck, you could have asked instead of forcing yourself!" She scolded him, while she sat on the bed. "You fetched me in the middle of the night, accused me of adultery, and tried to force yourself on me? You reminded me of my father's execution and you expect me to bend the knee?" She yelled and managed to stand up. 

Truth be told, Ceryse couldn't see well in the dark. Her degenerative disease had claimed a lot of her eyesight and she was nearly blind by now. She didn't know where Otto was nor did she know what his next move was going to be. However, she was furious about the way he was treating her and tried to stand her ground. Otto was furious as well and aroused. It had to do with the way she was resisting him, the truth she was hiding from him and he knew still, and the fact she was so fierce despite being unable to see correctly. Perhaps that was the reason Daemon fell for her? Perhaps that was the reason Aemond fell for her. He wouldn't fall for her, there was nothing but his great design in his mind. There was nothing but this and a little bit of lust he could feel in the pit of his stomach. Otto walked behind her and grabbed her gracile neck. He pulled her against his hard frame and licked her soft skin. 

"I don't like the idea of another pair of hands spoiling my future spouse. Do you think I don't know that this filthy Targaryen fucked you? Do you think I don't know that you let another man take your most precious gift? Now don't protest that much. I could tarnish your reputation if I wanted to. I could drag the name of your father through the mud if I wanted to. I would not. As a matter of fact, I have to thank Daemon for making it easier to break you in."

"Ser Otto! Let go of me!" She struggled against him and as he pressed his body against hers, she noticed he was not exactly erected. He wasn't even trying to grab her which confused her even more. He wasn't trying to force himself on her so what was the angle he was going for? What did he want? upon realizing she couldn't escape his firm grasp, the Lady of Driftmark stopped struggling and instead dropped her arms and along with it, her sheets that fell on her feet. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to remind you of our agreement. I also fetched you to sleep with me tonight. I do not want to force myself on you, there's little to gain from it. I will marry you when the war is over as agreed upon. Now now...my tender betrothed, lay on our bed and let me lie next to you."

He released her neck and the confused young woman didn't know how to react. He sat on the bed and she obediently climbed onto the bed. She lay on the bed and curled into a ball next to the older man. He kept his word and didn't try to touch her in her sleep. Could it be that he just wanted some company that night and felt lonely? Could it be that she could use it against him? She wanted to talk to Aemond and ask for his advice. She needed to see him and wished she could leave the bedroom she was trapped in but she had to buy her time and endure the first night with her betrothed.

-TBC-

The end of 2023

The end of 2023

 How to define 2023?

As usual, the wonderful art (and tradition) by the wonderful artist Lelia.  I fell in love with her art in 2011 and as soon as she started this tradition, I just embraced it all together :D  With this, of course, I always attached a little reflection on the year that passed and wishes for the year to come. 

Complex. Intense. Fulfilling...

I will start by wishing you the best holiday season to all of you.  I know that the year has been quite intense for some of you, quite fulfilling for others, and quite exciting as well. I can only hope that 2024 would sort things out in a positive way. I can only hope that you will keep on exploring and experimenting. I can only hope that you will keep on taking care of yourselves, your needs, your dreams, and your desires and for those who couldn't rest this year, I can wish you all the rest possible. I know it's a bit cheesy, but I really want you to have a better 2024, far better than 2023, and be much happier. 

Late 2021 my father was diagnosed with a kidney cancer. My sisters and I managed to make him travel to France in order to have his tumor taken care of. Late 2021 -all of 2022 and the beginning of 2023 have been draining. My dad almost died several times, we were under pressure, my anxiety and depression were through the roof. Things were bleak for me, truly they were. Being the primary caretaker of my dad took its toll on my family. I lost my friend Colleen to cancer as well and it took me about a year to finally accept that she was gone and we would never write to each other anymore.  Then late 2022, we learned that my twin sister had cancer as well. I honestly thought that my world was crumbling. It took me a while, and a lot of support from family, friends, my therapist and Antoine in order to keep me standing because I was overwhelmed with everything but I still pulled up for my dad and twin. I still did my best to help them. 

The year had not just been challenging. I count my blessings because I was able to have a very intense and positive year at a very personal level. I am still deeply in love with my partner. He is so awesome, such a great friend, a darling, a funny guy who always makes me laugh. We have a lot of fun together and we've traveled a lot this year. I've been to Japan! I've been to Pragues, in the UK and I've been able to discover new places and meet new people (and old friends). I'm so happy about my book because the editing is still going well :D I was able to strengthen my friendships and end those that were toxic to me, and this year I saw the benefits of surroundering myself with people who only want the best for me. Thank you darlings. Thank you so much for everything. I felt privileged to share my friends' important moments and to be a friend to them to my best abilities.  I was able to meet new people, broaden my cycle of friends, to grow more comfortable in my skin. I still continue my therapy, still, take care of my mental health and still fuel my creativity.  

It's been a really good year and I really loved it. I can only wish that the year to come, would top it off or be even better. 

I really hope that you will have a wonderful end of the year and that 20234would treat you better. 

May

TB: musings

Unlike Brett who was a man with a short fuse and didn't hesitate to physically hurt Sara, Tara Bennet was more of a psychological terrorist. She supported Sara at the start of her career so she could rise alongside the singer but as soon as Sara reached a certain status, the abuse started. She is a narcissist who tried her best to be above Sara to feel accomplished and once she realized that her manipulation wouldn't make Sara give up her career for her, she dumped her for a more gullible mind.  She hated to see her with Brett because she still felt entitled to Sara. She is not going to like that she's dating Homelander.

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Sara met Annie and to this day she still doesn't know she's Starlight.  When the viral video came out, Sara was on a tour and didn't watch her social media. Besides, they are curated to her specific tastes, which doesn't include the seven or caught or anything political. This explains why she's been sheltered from the truth and doesn't connect the dots.

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#UG posts: 

"It's the worst costume here. you can see she's not comfortable wearing it. you can see she had to do whatever the big hats told her to wear. I'm all for empowerment but it has to be a choice! This, this wasn't a choice. She was forced to wear it. 

Sometimes before the big scandal, fans asked me to sing with her, and let me tell you something, I would have. in a heartbeat. She has a beautiful voice and we could have made up something. It's a shame what happened to her... It's a shame that Vaught kept so many secrets from us. I pray for her safety."

Doya: "I asked him to take a selfie."

"I asked him to send me a selfie, because why not?  He always obliges me because he knows that I love to see his beautiful face.  It always works when we're apart from each other for far too long. This time, he was apologetic. Eeeh... You know Dean. You know he would make life-altering decisions without consulting us before. So, I was scared that something happened to him. I'm always scared that something happens to him. Man, it’s tough.  I also worry because he would get like this when he chooses to sacrifice himself and I need to find a way to break through his defense mechanisms to be able to talk him out of dying on me"

List of rp characters (update 2023)

• Oya Winchester - [Stand by] [SPN]
• Bäahal Targaryen - [Active] [ Got Regular / Modern] 
• Nëela Olusegun- [Active] [TVD]
• Elpis- [Stand by] [Chronicles of the Primeval Gods / COPG]
• Mary Colson- [Active] [Peaky Blinders]
• Sara Richardson - [Active] [The Boys]

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Potential characters [No storyline but the character exists]

• Lucretia Marin - [Unicorn] 
• Leona Farrow- [Werewolf]
• Judith Le Fay- [Faery / Enchantress]
• Phoenix Rivers - [Dragon shapeshifter] 
• Vanya Beryl Quimaris- [Warrior Elf]

GOT modern verse Bäahal profile

// It was about time I wrote a profile for her. 

Real name: Bäahal Targaryen

Title(s): Heiress of the House Targayren

House Affiliation: House Targaryen (old noble house, modeled after European nobility)

Aliases: The Sun of Astapor, (in High society) Bäahal the Hidden (Tabloids), Firecracker (Tabloids)

Age: 25 years old (the youngest of the family)

Relatives :

Father: Aerys II Targaryen (deceased)

Mother: Sunni (last name unknown) (Deceased)

Sister: [mine] Daenerys Targaryen (Alive), complicated relationship

Brothers: [mine] Viserys Targaryen (Alive), Rhaegar Targaryen (Deceased, accident)

(In this world, the Starks aren't close relatives to the Targaryens, more like distant cousins)

Marital Status:  Dating Jaime Lannister. ❤

Status :

Identity: Public

Culture: Valerian

Lover(s): Jaime Lannister [N's]

Religion(s): Faith of the Seven 

Language: High Valerian/English/Spanish/Japanese/ Russian/French

Occupation: Socialite / Dancer on the side.

Gender and sex: Female

Hair: Silver-platinum (real)

Eyes: Purple eyes (real)

Height: 165 cm

Unusual features: Her purple  eyes seem to glow when she’s intensely feeling 

Origin: Volontis (birthplace)

Universe: Game of Thrones Modern! AU

Note: The dragons are now 3 dogs (one did die. It was her favorite, Viserion)

Background story: 

Aerys « Mad Dog » Targaryen, was a cunning and powerful businessman who came from a Westerosi noble family. He was known for his numerous mistresses and his appetite for beautiful women. His wife, Rhaella,  forgave each and every one of his extramarital relationships until Sunni came « back » into their life. 

Sunni was a beautiful albino dancer, of international reputation and a childhood friend of Aerys. During one of his trips to Näath, the pair met again and re-ignited the fire of an old flame. A few months after they began an affair, Sunni ended up pregnant with their child. Aerys decided to take care of her and sent her to Astapor where she gave birth to their child, a beautiful girl they both named Bäahal. Their love child was kept a secret until she was 1 year old. Aerys insisted on meeting her and once Sunni accepted, he fell in love with his child and decided to come clean to his family. He adopted the child, against Rhaella's desire, and agreed to let her spend time with her mother until she turned 16. She would then be welcomed into the family and fully become a Targaryen. 

Bäahal was close to her father, who truly loved her and spoiled her. She managed to build a strong relationship with Rhaegar as well. Rhaella died very quickly after her arrival, from a heart attack -some speculated it was because she hated the child-, and soon enough Aerys fell sick.  Rhaegar accidentally killed himself and his beloved Lyanna in a car accident, which further alienated her from her family. Daenerys and Viserys soon started to get more and more control of their father's empire and increased their control over their sister's life. 

When Aerys died, Daenerys became the first heiress in his empire and the one who knew the ropes and could handle the massive pressure. Viserys had drifted away from the company as drugs and a scandalous life took over. He befriended the infamous singer Pete Doherty and lost himself to drugs and alcohol. He's currently going in and out of rehab and challenging Daenerys. He's also known for being a violent little shit who physically abused and terrorized both sisters when they were younger and who still scares the shit out of Bäahal. 

Bäahal's currently under the tight control of Daenerys who loves her -despite everything- but has been twisted by her mother's deep hatred of her sister, the death of both parents, and the pressure she's facing. She met a young noble named Jon Snow who might just soften her hardened heart. Dany is terrified to lose her sister or to have her ruin the legacy of her beloved father because of Bäahal's impulsiveness. Bäahal has always been a lonely child as soon as she joined the family. Her desire to dance led her to meet Jaime Lannister at a club and completely give in to him and her desires. She doesn't care about what could happen next or how complicated her life might become. She also befriended Kyra Lannister but hasn't told her yet that she's seeing her brother. It'll come soon enough. 

Most Recent History :

 Viserys has tried to apologize and make amends for his past behavior. Daenerys is also trying to give more freedom to Bäahal.  She also wants to go public with Jaime and is about to learn that her sister paid her first fiancé to drop her. 

Dearest Kyra: I miss you.

Dearest Kyra, 

There are days when I feel absolutely lonely. I trust your brother Tyrion to be a friend in my time of need but I long for the day we could meet again. I long for the day I would be able to see your face. I miss you, my dear friend. I have missed you from the day I had to leave Casterly Roc. 

Being away from you made me realize how profound, genuine, and intense my affection for you is. A friend you are... A best friend... A sister and before the gods, once I will marry Jaime, I will become your sister-in-law. 

I hope my letter finds you well and that you know how much I care about you and miss you. I don't know why I wrote it, I guess that I am upset not to be able to visit you. I know you have to deal with your own issues. You have so many enemies and I wanted to give you some support but I guess that until it is revealed that I have survived and they get on with the culprit of the siege, I can't leave the Red Keep. 

But I want to see you. 

I need to see you. 

I will do my best to make it happen. 

Best, 

Bäahal Targaryen

Princess of the Seven Kingdoms

Klasma: That pain inside

Neela was sitting on a swing. She needed a place to think and the empty park seemed like a good idea. Truth be told, since Klaus' rescue, she didn't have the time to stop and think because there was too much to take care of. She rescued Klaus and they stayed in New Orleans for a couple days. Just a couple weeks ago, the witch was crying herself to sleep over the Original, thinking he had stood her up and didn't want to see her again. Just a couple weeks ago, she was determined to stay in Mystic Falls but after what happened, she wasn't sure she wanted to anymore. She was considering leaving with Klaus and following him wherever he would go.  It was a huge decision to make and the witch wasn't sure she could do it. After all, she'd just met Klaus recently. She didn't know him that well... She didn't know him well... She didn't... The witch noticed that it had started to rain and lifted her head to look at the sky. Could it be that the goddess Hecate listened to her pleas? Could it be because her heart was synching with Mother Nature?  

Maybe...

Truth be told, the witch was feeling all types of ways. She was not afraid of leaving Mystic Falls, mostly because she had already left her older places. She had always moved around and rarely stayed more than 5 years in the same place so why was she so upset? What if she left Mystic Falls and followed Klaus only for him to break her heart? What if she thought he was a friend only for him to betray her? What if he made her fall in love with him only to reject her?  truth be told, Neela was scared because, for the first time since she was cursed, she was about to leave for someone else...With someone else. Her fingers clung to the metal chains of the swing and closed her eyes so it wouldn't rain in her eyes.  Those worries were to be expected, after all, it was Klaus. He was chaotic and so was she. They were hurting and because they were, they lashed out at others. Klaus was vicious in his attacks, his words cut deep but the witch could handle herself. She could handle that pain. Couldn't she? Couldn't she? Wouldn't she?  She knew she was falling in love with Klaus Mikaelson and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. It was true. It was raw. It was painful. It was beautiful.

GoT: "I prayed to the seven gods."

"I prayed to the Seven gods, Old and New for a new life. I prayed day and night for the opportunity to escape the life I was forced into.  I'm a princess now. I am a free woman. yet, my nights are sometimes plagued with nightmares. My former master...would appear to me and would talk to me in my dreams. He would laugh at me for claiming to be free. He would laugh at me for claiming I had found true love. He would laugh at me for thinking of myself as more than an asset to my sister.  I know the gods are telling me that I haven't dealt with the pain I went through. I haven't healed and I think that part of me is terrified of going back there. 

I haven't told anyone about these nightmares because I do not know how to voice my concerns. I don't know how to explain the fear in the pit of my stomach. I don't know....what to do if not take it one day at a time and pray to the gods so they can guide me through this. Am I a princess? Am I a slave? Would the good people of Westeros or the old noble houses would only see my past while looking at me or am I not a testament of a strong will?  Why do I care? I know Ser Tyrion would have asked me this question and the answer would be: "I do not want to be reduced to what had happened to me in the past. I want people to see how resilient I am. I want people to see that I have endured and fought hard not to be broken. I want them to see how brave the people who loved me were..." But deep down... I am still wounded. I am still hurt. I am still afraid.  

HUG: "A bad choice"

Unnamed Girl's Groove: "A bad choice"

// Girl is still traumatized by Brett. 

Sara woke up suddenly, from a nightmare she couldn't remember. She sat on her bed and turned the lights on.  Somehow, a shiver went down her spine as she suspected that something was amiss.. perhaps, the temperature dropped without her noticing. Perhaps Brett was in the flat? She could feel her heart skip a beat and then shook her head. If he had been there, she would have heard him already.  Sara balled her fists around the sheets, holding onto them mind-absently as she dreaded the return of her ex. She could still remember the day he left, his words carved into her bones as they left an everlasting impact on her.  Sara could still remember herself, a mess of tears and spit kneeling on the floor, begging for her soon-to-be ex-fiancé to stay with her. How curious, now that she could remember better, that he had already packed his things when he decided to leave. He made it seem as if it was a spontaneous decision but that little detail, that tiny detail showed that he had planned for it for a while now. "And cover those fucking freckles! You disgust me!"

He had always hated her freckles. Come to think of it, what had this man ever loved about her? Why didn't she realize that he wasn't honest with her? Oh... right, he showered her with compliments when they first started to date. He love-bombed her so much that she was blindsided for the rest of their relationship and forgave every single abuse he subjected her to. She clung to him and to the belief that he could go back to the loving man she once knew. How naive of her to think like that! How naive!.... How D-- why was she crying now? Sara put her fingers on her cheek and realized that she was indeed crying.  Her wet fingers ran down her cheek and to her lips to muffle a sob that threatened to escape them. Tara had broken her heart so badly that she wanted to believe Brett was a good and decent man who genuinely loved her. She didn't think that she could find better and that low self-esteem led her to a miserable path.  She pulled her legs up, her feet now laying flat on the mattress and her sheets-covered knees at chest level. her arms wrapped around the knees and she leaned her head against her knees, hiding her face there so she could sob. 

Her love wasn't cheap but Sara felt like she undersold herself. She acknowledged that her desire to make her own family was so intense, that it blinded her. She had this folly idea that perhaps, if the family she was born into wasn't able to love her for who she was, because she was a supe, or because they couldn't exploit her, then she would make her own. She wanted to be the mother she never had to a child who would be loved unconditionally. She wanted to be the wife of someone who would love her for who she was and would not expect her to mask it. Was it asking too much? Was it being delusional? It did lead her to pick the worst people she could ever find. One was a narcissist bitch whose only concern was to use people around her to her personal satisfaction, and the other was a sadistic asshole whose only desire was to be better than anyone else. Tara broke Sara but ultimately pushed Unnamed Girl to new heights because the more she hurt Sara, the more Sara found refuge in her art. Once free from this relationship, her heart was in shambles, and her popularity was so high that she became a target for Brett. She was ripe for the picking and picking he did.

Unfortunately, unlike Tara, Brett loved to put his hands on Sara. He would always physically assault her whenever he got frustrated, forcing Sara to walk on eggshells with him and to always seek to placate his emotions. She put his needs before hers, she disappeared into her Unnamed Girl persona and suffered in silence for a while. Sara realized just how bad this choice had been for her, leaving her traumatized and suffering from PTSD. She also realized she had way more strength than she gave herself credit for. She resisted him, several times at that. She couldn't suffocate the core of her personality nor could she hide her freckles eternally. She couldn't reject everything that made her who she was for the sake of another because it was what she did with her parents. Sara tried to break free and Brett realized he couldn't mold her to be the perfect doll he wanted. He couldn't break her into the submissive woman who would dedicate her whole life to him. He wasn't the star of the show, she was. She was the megastar and he couldn't shine that light on him. So he left. So he left in the most brutal way possible, ensuring that she would never recover from it.

"I hate you! I hate you!!! I hate you... I hate youuuu...Fuck!!! I hate you!" She yelled into her knees. Her arms held onto her legs tighter and she screamed her frustration and pain into the void. 

She started to shake and ran her hand through her hair. She held her long black locks in her fists and wiped her tears off of her face with the back of her hand.  Things were different now. She was different now. Brett was a thing of the past! He couldn't hurt her now, could he? She was dating another man, one who never made her feel unsafe. He never hurt her nor did he try to make her change for him. He loved Sara and that was the most important for her, wasn't it? Wasn't it? So why was she sobbing?

TVD headcanon: anger- soothing- what makes her swoon

1) oh Asma does get angry. She basically has anger issues and is trying really hard to reign her anger in and keep it under control. She does it partly because she doesn’t want Klaus to see how much anger she has inside in fear of having him lose interest but also because she was used to hiding her true nature for centuries.  The thing is, she absolutely can’t keep it to herself and always ends up expressing that anger. Be it by breaking everything around her (using telekinesis) or by verbally lashing out. When she holds back, her curses activate and hurt her deeply. As if a thousand knives were stabbing her. So trust that when she’s holding back, she’s doing you a favor. Klaus managed to let her express that anger mostly because he’s immortal and she doesn’t fear to kill him by accident. 

2) he can calm her when he opens his arms and tells her she’s safe. She’s okay. She’s here with him. That he can listen to her and she can speak her mind with him. He isn’t affectionate (they are still at the start of it) but feeling safe and knowing he wouldn’t drop her the minute she gets angry would reassure her and help calm her down.

3) Klaus has this thing he does that drives Asma absolutely mad with lust. It’s when he calls her love, leans into the chair or against the wall, and stares at her intensely. There is something about his cocky smile that makes her swoon when he does it. Besides, there is always a possibility that he switches into a more « predatory » behavior, one where she would become prey to his sexual appetite and his eyes would turn yellow, and his fangs might grow… he knows he’s hot and he knows she’s getting hot and bothered by his attitude. It doesn’t hurt that bantering with him is always igniting a little fire inside her.

TB headcanons: anger- soothing -what makes her swoon

1) Sara does get angry. However, she doesn’t manifest it the same way with everyone. She would read to filth anyone who starts shit with her (and did so with A-train, her manager Dotty, etc..) but she would give Homelander a different type of reaction because she’s more vulnerable with him, more trusting, and needier. So she would be angry and would make snide remarks rather than get loud like she usually does. She would also be silent and give a cold shoulder rather than make a scene when it’s with him. It’s more effective to show her anger that way than yell at him. 

2) Homelander can absolutely make her feel better when he starts to call her pet names and tries to appease the situation. As soon as he says her name she would pay attention and if he shows that he’s not here to make her more upset, she would soften. If he stroked her hair or cheek or arms, she would end up folding and smiling, and if he hugged her and she let him? Then she’s not upset. Basically, Homelander giving her attention and being tender would help her calm down a great deal.

3) Homelander when he’s hyper-focused sends shivers down her spine. Sara loves his blue gaze. She loves the way he focuses on her and looks at her as if she was the most interesting person on earth. She also loves it when he rolls his eyes and when he gives him a very knowing smile when he looks at her. It’s very subtle but he has such a beautiful gaze when he’s focused on her. And when he decides to randomly go to her and kiss her neck or wrap his arms around her waist? Oh, it’s tender but it’s also very sensual to her. He stood up, walked to her, and decided to give her affection… how not to swoon?

JB headcanon: anger -soothing- what makes her swoon

1) she wears her emotions on her sleeves and would indeed be angry in front of Jaime. She usually learned to keep those emotions inside so her old masters wouldn’t know how she truly felt and she kept it ever since. However, with Jaime and his compassionate love, Baahal will slowly let him know how angry she is at someone or at a situation through a conversation. The most she could do (and did with Tyrion ) was to throw a glass or a plate on the floor. Out of anger at a situation. She’s more of a talker than someone who would behave in a violent way but her words sting. 

2) well, Jaime can calm her down when he grabs her by the neck and puts his forehead against hers. It’s the only way to quiet the outside noise and allows for her to feel that there is just him and her and she can breathe again. She can stop crying uncontrollably or be irritated to no ends and curse and throw things on the floor or against the wall.

3)  have you seen Jaime Lannister’s cocky smile? Have you seen him be bold

And confident? That’s the panty-dropper attitude that will make her swoon like her life depends on it. When Jaime grabs her by the hair and pulls on it to make her look at him, when he tells her the dirtiest things when she least expects them, when he lets her feel his arousal through his pants and against her dress… but it’s really when he’s smiling as if he’s won at the lottery when he looks at her or when his gaze is intense as if he’s about to devour her. His confidence and the cockiness that comes with it turn her on real bad!

A vintage's touch headcanon: anger -soothing- what makes her swoon

1) Mary doesn’t get angry. Not in the way one would think. Mary’s anger is basically a very intense gaze. One gaze full of reproach and disappointment. One gaze that says it all. She usually gives anyone one of these and they know they fucked up. Sometimes she would even add a cruel sentence or two to make her point across. Lizzie experienced it when she slapped Mary. Instead of yelling, Mary stared at her and casually dropped two asinine sentences that hurt Lizzie more than anything else. Tommy would definitely see Mary be angry. She would sometimes be angry at him but will treat you the same. A hard gaze and sharp comments pierced his soul. 

2) Well… Tom will have to work a little in order to calm her down. He would have to talk to her, to sort things out. Usually, when she’s mad at him they would probably have sex to make up for the situation.  But Tommy knows he has to listen to Mary air her grievances if he wants her to feel better. He also has to answer and reassure her that he will not make the same mistake again. Or at least try not to get this look from her again. She will listen and she will soften once he understands he made her angry/ hurt her with his words/attitude.

3) oh… where to start? It’s the way he says Mary. It’s the way he looks at her. It’s the tenderness she can see when he allows himself to feel. It’s the way he holds onto her when they lay in bed and the way he teases her. To be honest, when Tom is there in the present with her. But since she’s pressed by the question: the way he fucking smokes. The way he plays with his cigarette before he lits it truly does numbers on Mary. The way he holds it and points at her with it sometimes does it too.

Oh and bonus: that he Never ever looked at her curves with disgust. You don’t understand! The way he holds onto her flesh, the way he appreciates her curves? The way he doesn’t mind holding her arm in public?

Doya headcanon: anger- soothing- what makes her swoon

1) she’s not exactly known for keeping her emotions to herself. Oya can get angry and she had already been angry in front of Dean. It’s never been because of him but rather of the idea that some victims are kids. She loses control whenever it’s the case. Dean saw her punch a wall, and be vicious when killing monsters, he saw her scream and yell and lash out at these monsters for hurting kids. He also saw her be angry at angels (including Castiel before she got to love him) and yell at them or insult them because of her issues with them. She never hid that part of herself with Dean. He saw her as she was. 

2) of course he can calm her down. When she’s angry, he talks to her or he is there and lets her lash out until she gets exhausted and cries out of frustration. Then he comes along and hugs her. He strokes her hair. He teases her just so she can feel like herself again. He would wait until she was ready to talk to him to address the situation.

3) his adorable smile. When he looks at her with his puppy eyes and adorable smile he’s happy. She loves to see him happy and relaxed and just about ready to sing or play guitar. Dean struggles to feel like this more often than not so she’s so happy when he does and those simple actions are enough to put her in the mood for sex. When he’s in his usual mood,  it’s when he saves people. When he reassures the victims. It’s when Dean shows his altruistic side that she folds the most for him and wants to fuck him. But if we’re looking at something innocuous that turns her on the most? When he speaks about music / comic books/telenovelas he’s so passionate about it. Gosh, a sexy nerd he is! And she can’t help but feel the tingles

COPG headcanons: Anger - soothing- what makes her swoon

1) she does get angry. Oh, it’s probably something that turns Pride on. She never hides her anger.  It’s also basically what drives her to destroy her pantheon 🤣 Pride has seen her angry and when she is, life is brimming wherever they are including Tartarus! He saw firsthand how vindictive and vicious she becomes and how quick she is to demand revenge. She does destroy places because too much life can become lethal and she had damaged the underworld (fortunately only where she went when she escaped her « private quarters » it has healed after so long ) 

2) well, he knows that a lot of her current anger and impatience comes from Fear. Despite everything, Elpis is afraid to be cursed or killed. She’s afraid to lose him. She’s afraid and traumatized by what happened to them. So he would reassure her that nothing like this would happen ever again. Nothing like this would hurt her. He’s here and he will protect her and help her have revenge against her people. He can also tell her gruesome stories about his victories or anticipate what they will do to her siblings. This seems to calm her down.

3) oh where to start with him? I would say his confidence. Pride is cocky and sooo confident in his perfection that she finds it endearing. He knows her, knows what she likes, and uses it on her without stuttering or hesitating. He has such a big aura that crushes anything and anyone around him.  It’s something the goddess adores. Another thing that makes her swoon is when he worships her. His words are so elegant, and his praises turn her on so much. And when he follows her in her ideas (especially the ones that involve their brand of fun) he has his eyes that turn purple. Phew…. If pressed, gun to the head kind of situation, I would say that unbuttoning his shirt, and rolling his sleeves up is definitely something that would bring her to her knees and act up!

JB headcanon: his most irritating habit

when Jaime is being a dramatic bitch. He will make me believe or assume something and have me worked up only for him to switch it up. Case in point: (modern) when he was upset at me for spending time at highgarden. He was harsh, and borderline cruel in the way he spoke. Only for him to then mellow up and comfort me. ( regular) when he came back and gave me the ring back but he had to make it seem like the conversation with Dany didn’t end up in blessings!

TVD headcanon: His irritating habit

 I would say his tendency to be a smart ass! Klaus has a silver tongue, the kind that makes him snap at people or seduce them… he knows how to speak, and when it’s good, it’s really good and I fold very easily. But when it’s bad? Oh, it stings. And with him, it can start well and quickly turn sour because every fucking thing is a fight with him. So, I know that he might make it difficult for me to convince him of something but I like arguing with him. Deep down. He keeps me on my toes even if sometimes it’s really tiresome.

Doya headcanon: his irritating habit

 ah! Well….. Dean is very cute but sometimes when he has decided to do something and refuses to communicate about it… it’s… hair pulling level of irritating. I mean, he has the right to keep things to himself and I sincerely don’t want to pry or force him to speak, but when he suddenly gets mad at Castiel for… doing a castielery and he stops talking and we know he’s big mad but he doesn’t acknowledge it… Man, it’s tough.  I also worry because he would get like this when he chooses to sacrifice himself and I need to find a way to break through his defense mechanisms to be able to talk him out of dying on me.  On a less dire level, it’s a fact he is adamant that nobody and I mean noooobody drives Baby. She’s beautiful! I wanna drive her!

COPG headcanons: his irritating habit

oh… one little irritating habit of my beloved is to leave for a very long time and be too focused on whatever kept him away. I am still unable to freely walk the earth so I am stuck wherever he leaves me. It irritates me to no end that he can leave me behind and forget to at least write to me. I am left longing for my sin when he’s out there doing whatever! He comes back as if nothing happened and I am too happy to see him again to make a fuss.  Well, it depends. I still tell him how disappointed and upset I am that he abandoned me but he always makes it up to me. So I learned to accept he would vanish at times and won’t be by my side for a while.

A vintage's touch headcanon: his irritating habit.

it’s an easy one. Tommy is very closed off. He keeps his real thoughts and emotions to himself for the most part and he tends to ignore your questions and remarks. It’s sometimes very difficult to have a conversation with him because he would pick and choose what he wants to respond to. So, awkward silences follow and exasperation as well. I know I am luckier than many because he sometimes answers me but it’s hard to know what he thinks about or how he feels. It’s hard to talk with Tommy. He says his piece and you have to deal with it.

TB headcanons: his irritating habit

He tends to hide his vulnerability. I know it’s not easy to trust someone and to trust they won’t use it against you. I know it’s not his fault because he doesn’t know any better. I am not mad at him. I am irritated at the people who didn’t teach him that it’s okay to show his worries or fears or even to acknowledge when he’s lost or confused. They made it as if he had to be perfect all the time and they really deprived him of the human experience. Still, despite knowing this there are days it irritates me when he either refuses to answer me or hides his face so I can’t see how he feels. It sucks. I have to guess. I have to walk on eggshells so he doesn’t become upset. On a lighter note, he doesn’t pick up the phone!!!!!! All my sexting goes to waste 😭

A vintage's touch: "A lovely lullaby"

 "Hush, love, hush, come to me. Let me wrap my arms around your frame and keep you close to me. You have my heart, that much you know already. You have my trust and you know I will follow you anywhere you'll be. hush love, hush. Don't you fret. I know that you've been wondering if I would still be there. I'm not to go anywhere. I'm here to stay.  Let your head rest against my chest, let me cater to your needs. Let me take your worries away and let me love you like you deserve. You give so much to everyone around you, let me give you back some of it. Let me keep your heart warm and your soul warmer. Let me remind you why you are the one who was given my heart."

COPG: Life and Death of Ishtar: The drums of War

 He could hear them from afar, the deafening sound of the drums of War. Ishtar was the New-All Father but he also was the God of War so he knew. He knew when the planet was getting ready for battle, the scent of the Earth was different, heavier, muddier. He knew the sky was getting ready to lay waste on the battlefield, with rain, thunder and perhaps lightning. He could feel the unrest of the wildlife, preparing for an event of a global scale, a devastation so important that they knew they had to take cover.

 Ishtar could feel it, the electricity in the air, the uncertainty in the minds of his soldiers preparing for battle. There would be war, a war he didn't ask for but a war he would have to deal with nonetheless. He used to love those moments. He used to anticipate with excitment  the next war but this time things were different. This time he knew he wouldn't enjoy it as much because he wasn't the one who initiated it. He wasn't the one in control of it. There was a strange feeling that was strangling his throat, a feeling he never had before... Dread. 

TB Vulnerability

 I used to think that Love could conquer all. I believed that love would spare me and perhaps I would finally be able to leave all the pain behind. I used to think that I could become vulnerable with the people who were supposed to love me and take care of me, so they knew all of my secrets. They knew all the ways to hurt me because I lowered my defenses...Stupid me. They used it against me, the deep desire to be loved by someone. They used it against me, all the years spent loathing my parents and myself. They used it against me... I learned to love myself, to love my freckles and the curves I had. I learned to love myself despite the constant barrage of insults and negativity but deep down, the wound I carried since I was old enough to become my parents money-maker stayed opened. I wanted to please so much that I renounced myself. I covered my freckles to feed the ego of one and appease the ego of the other. 

I worked hard, trying to be thinner in order to stay attractive to Tara. I forced myself to go out to famous restaurant and to live under the scrutiny of the media, for Brett.. because he loved to have a camera on him. I used to think Love would heal me and perhaps it can but with the right person only. They weren't right for me, I can see it now. They weren't Homelander. They didn't treat me like he did. They never wanted to see Sara, the real me. They never cared for me. I can see it now, if they did, they wouldn't have hurt me. If they did, I wouldn't have my heart in shambles twice. If they did, I wouldn't have met him. I guess I should be grateful they were so bad at loving me because now I have found someone who can love me much better. I believe he will, the rest of the world be damned. Ican be vulnerable with him. After all, don't they say that third time is the charm or something like that?