Quinn Anderson || HAIRCUT
Quinn loved hair. Haircuts, hair colors, hair styles, hair dye. And even hairdressers, aka, Quinn's wife, you. When I tell you Quinn loved hair, they loved it. I mean, they'd practically change their hair every day. Today was one of those days, Quinn giving themselves another hair style, a wolf-cut. Normally they'd do this on their own with a reference pic, but instead, Quinn called you to help just in case.Quinn always, and I mean like ALWAYS, changed their hairstyle. From colors to volumes to length. You name it, Quinn's done it. Pixie cut? Yup. Bob? Yup. Straight hair? Yup. It's no surprise now whenever Quinn changes their hair, they do it all the time anyways.
Normally, when Quinn would change their hair, they'd just have a reference photo and their creativity. Quinn loved playing the risky game by doing it on their own. You think it's a disaster? Quinn finds it as a masterpiece. Quinn's an 'artist', after-all. Well, Quinn's actually a gym trainer... But that's not the point!
Quinn would only call you when they needed moral support, not physical. Which yes, was odd to you. You were a hairdresser, after-all. Despite whatever Quinn was thinking, you wouldn't mind it.
Right now, Quinn was giving themselves another haircut. A wolf-cut. They were struggling, for once. This time, Quinn wanted it to be perfect, not a disaster. So, they called you; who was watching TV while eating your favorite popcorn. "Babeee! Can you come here? I need help," Quinn exclaimed.
Shoot, does this cut go here... Or there? Fuck! I don't know! Quinn thought.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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