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MAJOR: creative writing MINOR: n/a

classes: philosophy | creative writing | introduction to poetry writing | introduction to fiction writing | french | english literature | language and composition | remedial goodness

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“ oh my god, ” odette breathed, taking a step back in surprise as a shadow — a shadow! — waved at her frantically. unaccustomed to magic ( save for elissia’s ), she found a living shadow jarring. still, it didn’t seem dangerous, and she followed its gestures to where a bird was making a new home out of a boy’s hair.

somehow, that wasn’t as strange.

“ excuse me, ” she said when she walked over, coming to a stop in front of him, “ there’s, um, a bird building a nest in your hair. ” the bird, interrupted by this new presence, chirped indignantly. “ what are you reading, by the way? it must be really good. ” if you didn’t notice the actual bird in your fucking hair.

            matteo was enraptured. romance novels always managed to pull him under until they were through with him, and only then did they spit him back out and ALLOW him to be part of the real world once more. with mr. darcy currently delivering his handwritten explanation to elizabeth, matteo was hard-pressed to be disturbed. 

             that’s why when the voice interrupted his reading, he waved it off. it took a moment or two ( or three ) for the words to register, along with the chirps. “ huh.” he blinked up at the bird, who seemed upset at the shift in position. “ it seems there is. ” while he was directing focus to the bird by attempting to coax it onto his finger, he used his other hand to hide the cover of his book. “ this is -- a book on the occult. did you know that people used to use s h r u n k e n  h e a d s as a means to ward off evil spirits ?? ” he tilted his head at the girl, while his shadow just shook its head. 

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「  * &. ❈  ━  c e c i l i a. 」‌:

SCRIBBLING on her paper like mad, cecilia was using the absolute edge of it at this point. she wasn’t even sure what was being written, just that her hand was moving faster than she could actual process in that moment, knowing she would read it over later. but she ran out of paper to write on, fuck! her eyes scanned the area before her eyes landed on someone, she stood up. “hey! do you have any paper?” she yelled in their general direction, quickly moving toward them.

                    no sense of urgency, is what his father always said. a ex-beau of his had once referred to him as her ❛ little sloth ❜. matteo never saw the i s s u e. he always got where he needed to go eventually, even if it was a little later than necessary. he recognized that the girl was frantic, and yet - ❝ uh, yeah, i think i do. ❞ he squinted, as if trying to remember where he had it exactly, before easing his binder open. he f l i p p e d through the pages, methodically, but at a snail’s pace. the paper that the girl asked for was clearly all the way in the back, yet matteo continued to flip … . flip … . f l i p … .

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                   most things tended to escape matteo’s notice. never the important things, no, but usually things that held nothing of interest him. museum break-in, stolen artifacts, and all that jazz. it was important, surely, but it wasn’t important to h i m. matteo noticed other things. he knew the EXACT timing of dani’s stride and the weight of her footfalls, so he’d know if she was coming before he even set eyes on her. he noticed the way that one racer kid seemed to grow sadder every time their friend blinked in and out of sight. he noticed the way that one isle princess seemed to smile only when she didn’t actually mean it. he K N E W his classmates. he noticed things.

                     other things, took a bit of prompting before he paid it any mind. under his favorite shady tree, matteo hadn’t moved for over an hour, simply reading his book. he was so absorbed that he didn’t notice the small bird that had settled into his hair. the shadow-friend, exasperated beyond belief at their charge, flooded down the sidewalk and began to wave frantically at the first person they saw. once they finally caught someone’s attention, they gestured wildly at matteo, and the bird that had begun to deposit small twigs on top of matteo’s head.

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「  * &. ❈  ━  s a m h a i n. 」‌:

          ❝ So … ❞  Samhain’s motions are repetitive as he uses a needle and thread to repair an ugly tear in his pant leg. He’s more so focused on that than the conversation - and granted , he hasn’t done his best to keep up with CURRENT EVENTS , but the break-in initially threw him into a panic. He’s since calmed down , thankfully , but it’s difficult to still get a hold on how everything’s turning out. ❝ They haven’t … said anything about it , have they ?? ❞ He asks , retracting his fingers from the sewing equipment to tighten the hairtie pulling honey locks back. ❝ Why would - oh , wait , could you hand me that ?? The black spool ?? On the table. ❞   

            matteo wouldn’t ever say that he was one to keep up with the news. quite frankly, he didn’t actually read any news. for the most part, he operated on a system called ❛ if it’s important enough, dani will probably let me know ❜. it worked well enough, except when people asked him about stuff that he hadn’t heard about from dani yet and, therefore, did NOT know how to answer at all. ❝ they - what ?? i didn’t say nothing. they ain’t said nothing either. ❞ he pointed at his shadow. ❝ at least, i don’t think they did. woah, can you T A L K ?? ❞ the shadow swayed, looking like they would sigh at their charge if they had any lungs to do so, before shaking it’s head and fetching the requested spool and handing it over to the other boy.

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「  * &. ❈  ━  l i l l a n e l l e. 」:

“ and by the whistle / the lunch here comes to serve us … ” lillanelle poked at the ‘mystery soup’ she’d ordered from a street vendor in town. “ …or indeed kill us !! ” she laughed to herself, finishing the haiku. she took her spoon and began swishing around the contents. “ why, i wish i had four arms, ” she hummed, before smiling at the nearest person to catch their attention. “ hello !! could you please take the camera from my neck and take a picture of me with this terrible soup ??  but please leave my neck where it is !! ”

                    matteo startled, having been pulled along into the market place by the shadow-friends when he nearly tumbled into the girl. ❝ do you - do you want an extra one ?? ” he pointed to the ground, where the shadow-friend had added a SECOND set of arms to matteoʻs own shadow. it waved at the girl. ❝ itʻs a nice neck, are you sure you donʻt want it somewhere else ?? ❞ he asked, completely serious ( because why wouldnʻt he be ?? ). taking the camera from the girl, he frowned at it for a moment, before raising it up and putting it  b a c k w a r d s  against his eye, with the lens pointing straight at his iris.

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                    matteo blinked, slow and languid like everything else he did. the shadow-friend seemed to mimic him, watching him with a patience usually reserved for children. after a few moments of this exchange, matteo shrugged and made a move to reach for his book. the shadow swooped past him, scooping up the from his sisterʻs desk and passing it to him. ❝ well, shucks. ❞ the slow blinks returned, before matteo turned to his sister with a G R I N. dismissed, the shadow r i p p l e d across the floor, camouflaging itself within matteoʻs own shadow behind him. ❝ dani, boo, this is the exact reason why daddy-o ainʻt want me to have the talisman in the first place, ya know that ?? i donʻt no babysitter. ❞ he turned back to the shadow, waving. his grinned widened when the shadow waved back. ❝ this is peak though, ainʻt it ?? ❞

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HADESTOWN THEMED HEADCANONS.

road to hell —— is your muse more passive or active when they interact with others? do they prefer to observe or interact?

any way the wind blows —— does your muse travel a lot?

come home with me —— does your muse believe in love at first sight? if so, would they ever act on those feelings?

wedding song —— what are some things that your muse does to show off?

epic I —— is your muse very musically oriented?

livin’ it up on top —— does your muse value money or happiness more?

all i’ve ever known —— do relationships change your muse? could they, if your muse loved their partner enough?

way down hadestown —— does your muse ever gossip? how easily do they believe rumors they hear?

chant —— how easily distracted is your muse? when they’re working on something they’re passionate about, is it hard to pull them away?

hey, little songbird —— would your muse easily fall for someone’s kind facade?

when the chips are down —— would your muse take an offer that would benefit them even if it would hurt someone they loved?

gone, i’m gone —— does your muse run from their problems or try to confront them?

wait for me —— how far would your muse go to save someone they loved?

why we build the wall —— if your muse was in a position of power, how would they rule? do they believe fear yields respect, or that kindness does?

our lady of the underground —— would your muse disregard the law, provided that doing so could help others?

way down hadestown (reprise) —— has your muse ever made a choice that they realized afterwords was terrible? if so, what was it?

flowers —— does your muse tend to have nightmares, good dreams, or strange dreams?

nothing changes —— does your muse believe they can change the world, or would they rather wait for someone else to do that?

if it’s true —— how badly does your muse react to the news that a loved one has left them?

how long? —— is your muse moved by others’ sorrow and suffering, or do they believe that everyone must suffer at least a little?

chant (reprise) —— is your muse a leader or a follower? do they go on well without instruction or guidance?

epic III —— does your muse keep their emotions carefully guarded, or wear them on their sleeve?

promises —— how good is your muse at keeping their word?

word to the wise —— when your muse is in a tough spot, do they seek out advice?

his kiss, the riot —— does your muse believe that helping others makes them entitled to those people’s respect?

wait for me (reprise) —— does your muse struggle more with physical or mental burdens?

doubt comes in —— how often does your muse doubt themself?

road to hell (reprise) —— does your muse still cry when watching a sad movie they’ve seen before?

we raise our cups —— is your muse the type to persevere no matter what, or do they give up easily?

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KEIYNAN LONSDALE,  CISMALE, HE/HIM. —  looks like MATTEO FACILIER  is attending AURORIA UNIVERSITY  in auradon. they’re the NINETEEN  year old child of DR. FACILIER, which  means they’re from THE ISLE OF THE LOST. heard  they’re PERCEPTIVE &  SOFT-HEARTED,  but can also be  DREAMY &  FLIGHTY ;  we all have our bad days.  people normally associate  them with FINGERS TRACING THE CRACKED SPINES OF BOOKS, THE GLINT OF SUNLIGHT OFF OF RINGS, A LIGHT BLUSH ON HIGH CHEEKBONES, and SHADOWS THAT LOOM LARGER THAN THE PERSON CASTING THEM. 

itʻs me again with this soft boi. because, essentially, i have absolutely zero self-control and am gonna end up driving myself insane with this and my homework load aHA LETʻS GET STARTED

                                             G I V E  Y O U R  H E A R T . . . . ( s t a t s )

full name: matteo facilier

nickname(s): tomato, theo

age: nineteen

date of birth: february 3, 2000 

gender: cismale

pronouns: he/him

hometown: isle of the lost

parent(s): dr. facilier

orientation: pansexual/panromantic

occupation: student

                                              A N D  S O U L  T O  M E . . . . ( p h y s i c a l )

face claim: keiynan lonsdale

hair colour: brown

eye colour: black

height: 6ʻ0”

tattoos: a piece inspired by the lovers tarot card on his left forearm. wild flowers on the back of his neck. probably a bunch more but aHA iʻm lazy and canʻt think of any

piercings: standard lobe piercings, two helix piercings on his right ear, septum piercing that he got as soon as he was in auradon but doesnʻt wear always.

distinguishing characteristics: his shadow always stays behind him. even if the light is coming from the direction, his shadow doesnʻt move.

                                       A N D  L I F E  W I L L  A L W A Y S  B E . . . . ( a b o u t )

shadow baby, baby boy

born and raised on the isle baby !

he has a well-enough relationship with his father, but he had always been too dreamy for his father to really understand. they were both intelligent, but in such different ways that they donʻt understand each other but they get along just fine.

his sister tho ! theyʻre tight. theyʻre opposites, but theyʻre twins. they have an inherent understanding of each other that is often left unspoken. they look out for each other.

matteo is the eccentric one in a house of eccentricities. while his sister and his father are making deals and running the isle from the shadows, matteo is probably off scavenging for romance novels and laying down in the middle of fields. 

which is probably why his sister has the talisman and not him lmAO dr. facilier probably looked at him and was like “this kid is gonna fucking forget it somewhere”

he has an interest in voodoo as well, but not to the lengths that his sister does. he has his own deck of tarot cards, where the pictures are ones that he drew himself. heʻs the only one who really know which card is which since itʻs mostly abstract lines and he didnʻt write down which card they were. kind of just went with a feeling and let things happen.

his readings are a less specific than most. he doesnʻt charge for them, but he also wonʻt do a reading if asked. for the most part, he comes to you when he feels like you need a reading. heʻll answer questions never asked, or avoid the question asked entirely and talk about something completely different. still fun. 

heʻs also fond of scrying bowls and he wears a pendulum around his neck. both things heʻs liable to pull out whenever he feels like it and conduct a reading whenever.

he adores reading, especially romance novels. heʻll find any romance novel he can get his hands on and read them until they become even more worn than they already were.

has this fairytale-esque ideal of love in his head now and wants nothing more than to find his one true romance and live happily ever after. only problem is that heʻs fickle as fuck and heʻs flighty. heʻll stick around for like a week and then get distracted by the next pretty thing that walks by and lose interest

he also loves jazz music and found himself an old record and a couple of shitty vinyls that he keeps in his room and listens to whenever heʻs bored.

this boy is a sloth. he moves slow as fuck. he talks slow as fuck. everything moves in slow motion for him and heʻs distracted by anything that is shiny or colorful enough.

this attracts animals to him lmao. like, birds and butterflies and stuff will land on him randomly just because heʻd be sitting there without moving a muscle for a while.

also, please picture a new orleans southern drawl when he talks thatʻd be Peak k thanks

                               L A  V I E  A N  R O S E . . . . ( w a n t e d  c o n n e c t i o n )

heʻs very luna lovegood-esque so can i please have people give him shit for it?? like they just think heʻs crazy or stupid and they like steal his shit from his dorm and hide it around or something?? just some general assholery.

ooh maybe a crush ?? could go either way honestly. oh ! maybe someone he had a crush on and was very sweet towards, but as soon as they started liking him back, he was already on to the next person

iʻm going full harry potter akjdsfajf but like can i have someone where he just predicts something really shitty is gonna happen to them and their like PFFT but then it comes true in some aspect?? and then they go back to matteo for confirmation later and heʻs just *shrugs* “i donʻt know man the stars said what they said.”

can someone be like?? scared of him?? like, he gives off kind of weirdo vibes and has shadows following him so the look of him is kind of dark?? so theyʻre intimidated but heʻs like pressing flowers in between the flowers of his journal or some shit

pls give me some ride or dies that corral him like “matteo no pls come back here and put the bird down we have places to BE”

again, iʻm open for anything !

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A moment in time, a memory, gilded in gold leaf; a devouring brilliance // Part 6

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