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[witchsabre]

❝ What would a coven even look like in Thedas?❞

( or A detailed breakdown of Faust's family, upbringing, the downfall and Faustian deal that suits their name, and why they consider themselves the main character in an action flick )

A tiny, home-grown cult, probably, though that sounds a little harsh and is a bit of an outdated way to talk about a group of skittish but well-meaning apostates. Certainly fitting into classic 'coven' aesthetics- witches in the woods, potions, candles, herbs, and wands.

Faust was raised by this small, tight-knit group of mages, most of them apostates, who found safety and salvation with each other in the outskirts of the Hinterlands. They were a generally happy bunch of woodland witches. Content with lot they had chosen and focused on taking care of the family they had created above all else.

Faust's mother, Vaya, brought them there as an infant and they grew to consider the seven other mages just as much their family as any blood relation. The siblings Lucia and Battista were the closest to Faust in age, though they were still both at least a decade older. Some of Faust's troublemaking spirit can be attributed to the twins' antics.

Tal-Vasharoth mage Aslit taught the little one how to spar with wooden swords, which were dutifully supplied by his husband and resident craftsman Yevriel ( or Yev, as designated by the toddler Faust and adopted by the rest of the household ). Yev built the cabin himself, as well as all the unique additions and expansions over the years.

Buona was their best ( and only ) contact to the outside world, as she had befriended a few of the smaller farms around the Hinterlands to trade with. Faust's only sanctioned excursion beyond the bounds was under her supervision and in the dark of night- Faust wanted to visit the druffalo for their birthday.

Still, they stayed secluded, safe, and this little adventure was not approved of by the others. Sumie was one of the most cautious about this isolation and the mastermind behind the wards that made a barrier around their home.

The coven's paranoia was not wholly unfounded, most of them wanted, all of them shunned and rejected from their homes one way or another. This isolation was a necessity as much as it was a choice. Heilwig was the storyteller of the family, and passed each of their stories onto the youngest, though always with the age-appropriate amount of flair and fairy tale twists. She's the one who initially sparked the young mage's interest in fantastical stories and a world full of grand escapes and adventures.

The Mage-Templar war only emphasized this group's desire to keep to themselves, to stay safe and out of the way. As the fighting in the Hinterlands grew closer, the bounds that they confined themselves to grew smaller. There was talk of leaving their home that the young Faust listened to through closed doors. It excited the curious child, who had no experience with the dangers of the world, and cautionary tales were hardly a match against a naive, restless spirit.

Sumie had suggested they move the barrier again, even closer to the safety of the cabin, when Faust threw their fit. They wanted to go on an adventure, they complained. They wanted friends! Stressed and scared, the child's whining was shut down harshly and without room for argument by their caretakers. Faust packed a small knapsack as soon as they were sent to their room. It was intended to be a short trip to one of the nearby farms, just a little ways out of bounds. Never mind that Faust didn't know how to get to these farms or that there were Templars and Apostates alike outside their doorstep. They were a child. A stubborn, restless child.

It was not adventure that Faust found. It was a Templar, searching for the witch that one of the nearby farmers had alluded to. Faust was caught by this Templar and played like a fiddle - they had never met someone else before! Maybe he could be a friend! His request was simple, really, he just wanted to know where they came from. If Faust told him, he bargained, then they could do whatever they want. They could go free! Faust was already imagining the impressed look on Heilwig's face when they returned with all kinds of new stories.

The cabin was found shortly after, the barrier having served its purpose for many years turning away strangers finally at its end.

Faust returned that same night to nothing but the burning skeleton of their home. There were bodies, but they were hard to recognize from the char and none of them responded to their cries. The Templar kept his promise. The perpetrators were long gone, and Faust went free, the only of the coven spared of a hunt.

Their life from that point on was made of stories and fantasies about what had happened to them. Once they stumbled into Redcliffe, they became little more than a tragic orphan who told tall tales about a monster that stalked the land making unfair deals and kind spirits that haunted the trees and took revenge on mean men.

Faust was undoubtedly an odd child- years behind in socialization and often frightening other kids with their stories.

Fantasy and escapism became their protectors against the world they suddenly found themselves in. It made things less frightening for the sheltered, lost child. They made up romanticized, idealized versions of everything that happened to them- these ranged from innocent white lies to a complete fabrication of events, much to the dismay of the adults and homes who passed them around until they were old enough to be on their own.

They aren't stupid ( in fact, they're fairly smart and would've excelled if they had the wherewithal to sit still in a classroom ), and they aren't so delusional to the point that they still deny their history today. But that coping mechanism sticks to them like a nasty habit, and they still tend to see their life as an adventure straight from a book, pushing them to pursue curiosities and belittle dangers for the sake of excitement. There is still a young child inside of them looking to gather as many stories and experiences as they can to bring home, to prove to themselves that they were right- or, at the very least, that their mistake wasn't for nothing.

[secretkeeper13]

heyy if youre not busy can i request a character study of cormac mclaggen and his childhood? :))

Hi @amnourmoon! Thank you so much for the ask!

I’m guessing you’ve read (and hopefully enjoyed) Christmas with Cormac! I drew Cormac randomly as part of the Hinny discord minor character challenge. I knew immediately that I wanted to write a missing moment of Slughorn’s Christmas Party from his POV. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy his POV was for me to write (I’m not sure what that says about me), and I had a lot of fun writing it (does anyone not enjoy making fun of an asshole?).

As far as a character study, I don’t think I have it in me tonight to properly write a fic exploring his childhood (sorry), but I’d love to share my thoughts on Cormac’s character and my headcanon for his backstory below the cut

To start, from canon, we know quite a bit about Cormac. He’s a Gryffindor, but literally the worst parts of the Gryffindor attributes personified. He’s arrogant, overconfident, and ridiculously self-assured. He’s an entitled, aggressive, braggart. He thinks he’s a special gift to the world (and especially to women). His family is well-connected enough to earn him a spot in the Slug Club, and he’s firmly a part of the wizarding world’s old boy’s club network. We know he said some nasty things about Ron and Ginny during Quidditch trials. (I head canon that his animosity towards Ginny stems from him asking Ginny out and her rejecting him). He’s a narcissist, so he lacks self-awareness, and always blames others for his mistakes— remember that disaster of a Quidditch match?

In short, canonically, he is a massive dick. So how did he come to be one? (I’m a firm believer that dicks aren’t born, they’re made). My head canon:

Cormac grew up in a wealthy area of a large city (Endinburgh, perhaps, given his last name, or maybe London). He was an only child, but his father had two older brothers (one of whom was Uncle Tiberius, of course), and their family was close. Cormac had five older cousins, all boys, and their family had them educated together at home (by a governess who was a witch). His parents undoubtedly spoiled him with material things, but they were a fixture in the wizarding world social scene, and often off attending parties and fundraiser galas. So, Cormac was often left with his governess and his cousins in a frat-house meets primary school nightmare, where the seeds of toxic masculinity that their fathers’ impressed upon them early on flourished unabated (that poor governess didn’t stand a chance). There were lots of stupid dares, bets, and sporting challenges, and as they grew older, Cormac was privy to a lot of misogynistic comments about women.

Cormac was the last to go off to Hogwarts, and when he did, he was sorted into Gryffindor (just like his older cousins, naturally). He wanted to play Quidditch, but Oliver Wood was already in his position.

When he turned fourteen, his cousins (who were all of age) took him to a pub and got him plastered and then dared him to get off with one of their girlfriends’ friends (who was 17 and highly intoxicated). He had his first semi-sexual experience there in the alley behind the pub, and never looked back. Unfortunately for Cormac (and fortunately for women), he had a hard time getting sober girls to give him the time of day, and he never seemed to make it much past the first date. Of course, he told himself that this was because girls were intimidated by his athletic prowess, good looks, and impressive connections. But he needed to get off with someone to show his friends he’s got game. And when Hermione decided to ask him out, he said yes, despite the fact that (according to him) she’s not in his league.

So that’s Cormac, in all his glory (well, he thinks he’s glorious, at least)!

Thanks again for the ask, I always love to share my head canons!

[xaharadesert]

Time Travelling MC & LI Meet Past LI - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: another request from the lovely @firefly-child! This title in and of itself was hard to come up with, but oh my goodness did I have fun writing these headcanons! This was one of those pretty specific headcanons that let me delve deeper into the characters’ pasts (even though I had to do a lot of googling to remember most of the backstories lol), and I was super excited to write it, so thank you for sending in such a cool request! Admittedly, I deviated from the request a bit to stick closer to canon, but let me know if there’s anything you’d like changed! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!

❤️Julian❤️

When you told Julian you needed to travel into the past to collect a specific ingredient for a spell, of course he insisted on coming with you for protection

Fortunately you were smart enough to use a spell to disguise the two of you, because knowing Julian, he would cause enough trouble to cause some sort of paradox

When you arrived in past Vesuvia, you were surprised to see that it genuinely wasn’t any better than the present, despite existing before the plague choked out the citizens and economy almost completely

In fact, you might even say it was worse

It appeared to be true that life under Lucio’s reign was horrible

Poverty and homelessness were rampant enough that even the brief hours you witnessed drove home the exponentially terrible conditions

Relative to you, Julian didn’t seem surprised at all, seeing as he had been in Vesuvia at the time originally

What— or rather, who—he was surprised to see was a familiar tall, lanky plague doctor with bright red hair sprinting down the streets as fast as his long legs could carry him

Honestly, you weren’t very surprised; there would never be a dull moment with Julian around, past or present

Julian— your Julian, the one from the present (or future?)— seemed delighted to see himself, right up until past Julian looked over his shoulder at the wrong time, tripped, and knocked the two of your over

Luckily for him, it seemed whoever had been chasing him had lost him a while ago

Past Julian pushed himself to his feet and briefly dusted himself off before offering his hands to the two of you to pull you up as well

He was incredibly apologetic, and seemed relieved to find the two of you found it more amusing than anything

He offered to buy you both drinks to make up for it, and while that may have been tempting, you would have to decline, as dawdling in the past for too long could cause some serious consequences

The three of you parted ways, although past Julian promised to make it up to the both of you some other time (something that your Julian found rather amusing)

The rest of your trip went off without a hitch, but when you went home Julian seemed a bit obsessed with the mechanics of time travel and why he couldn’t remember that particular encounter from a different perspective

🧡Portia🧡

She was super excited for a time travelling adventure, and was only a bit disappointed when you told her it was just to collect an ingredient that was no longer available in present day Vesuvia

She hadn’t been living in Vesuvia ten years ago, so she was interested to know what it had been like

Let’s just say she wasn’t exactly surprised by how horrible it was

Although she had arrived before Nadia awoke and after Lucio had died, she hadn’t known just how terrible things had been when it was mostly Lucio making decisions

After only a few minutes, she was ready to go home

She stuck close by your side until the adventure was over, and asked if next time you could go somewhere more magical

💛Lucio💛

Oh boy, he was thrilled by the idea of reviewing his “glory days” as he called them

So when the two of you arrived in the past, in the middle of Vesuvia’s marketplace, he was shocked to say the least

It wasn’t at all as he remembered, or so he claimed

You couldn’t tell whether his memory was skewed, he had never visited this part of Vesuvia, or if his perspectives had simply changed enough to allow him to realize just how terrible that time had been

He seemed worried that he would be spotted, despite the disguises the two of you wore

It was clear that his past negligence was apparent to him

As the two of you were walking along, you noticed a crowd of people up ahead suddenly darting into shops or behind barrels, doing whatever they could to hide out of sight

The two of you didn’t move fast enough on your own, so a kindly looking woman grabbed you both by your arms and hauled you into a nearby building

Through the small gaps of the closed shutters covering the window, you could see why everyone was hiding

Past Lucio and a dozen or so guards were marching past

Past Lucio seemed annoyed, as if he didn’t know why nobody was out and about

Your Lucio only looked ashamed, and moved away from the window

Everyone waited inside for a while after the soldiers and past Lucio left, just in case

Once they all returned to their regular activities, your Lucio insisted that you finish your task quickly so you could both go home

Later, once you had returned, he felt the need to approach you and ask directly if you thought he had changed since then

Obviously he had a long way to go, but genuine guilt and regret were a good first step

💚Muriel💚

He respectfully declined your offer to journey to the past

He had had enough of it dragging him down, and he didn’t want to relive it in any way

He didn’t want to discuss it further

He wished you safe travels, and asked you to return to him quickly

💙Asra💙

While he was not incredibly thrilled with the idea of travelling into the past and possibly accidentally meeting himself, he didn’t want you to go alone

The two of you agreed to make it a quick trip

Luckily for you, Asra knew he way around the streets of Vesuvia better than most people who had lived there their entire lives

That way, even though you were wearing disguises, you could take shortcuts to avoid causing any unnecessary changes to the timeline

Unfortunately for the two of you, by taking said shortcuts, you ran directly into Asra’s younger self

All three of you froze

Your mind was screaming at you that you should remember something like this; Asra had only been a year older when you had first met him

Your Asra couldn’t seem to move either, too preoccupied staring at the person he used to be

And past Asra just seemed to be afraid that he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to

Past Asra was the first to recover, since neither of you showed any indication of moving, and made a break for it

He sprinted away and was gone before either of you could call out

Your Asra shook it off quickly, although he seemed a bit rattled by the experience

He lead you onward, now more determined than ever to get home before you caused any paradoxes

He didn’t seem upset at all that neither of you had had the chance to talk to his past self; in fact, he seemed glad that he had left so quickly

When you asked about it later, after you had returned, he simply gave you a smile and insisted that he liked the present much more than the past

💜Nadia💜

She wasn’t particularly interest into venturing into the past

She had been there the first time, and she had witnessed the damage Lucio had caused

She had no desire to relive it, and was confident you could handle your task yourself

And she promised that when you returned, it would only make the present all the more appealing

[kanyniablue]

hws characters & belief in the supernatual

we’re not done yet w/ the headcanons

this is about interpreting the individual characters, not a statement on whether any real-life beliefs are true or not.

a.merica:  extremely superstitious but doesn’t believe he is.  every plane he’s ever flown, ship he’s ever sailed, and gun he’s ever carried has good luck charms.  his bomber jacket has lucky patches.  he wouldn’t let a rocket launch without first making sure the commander has lost a poker game.  and of course, no matter how secular he claims to be, he’s got religious--mostly protestant christian--imagery out the ass.  he’s got lucky rocks, lucky shoelaces, lucky underwear, lucky breakfast foods.  he particularly likes reverse-lucky things, saying black cats or the number 13 are actually good luck for him.  these are all “for fun”...except he would never go without them.  he half-believes in ghosts--moreso when he’s just watched a horror movie or it’s the middle of the night--but he’ll go on a ghost hunt at any time for any reason, just because it’s fun to believe (no i don’t believe he has a phobia of ghosts.  i think most of the things that cause him to feel real fear are too intense to be “fun,” so he likes horror movies and roller coasters and everything that can give him a thrill with no pressure).  he loves cryptids and gravity hills and the bermuda triangle, more for what they represent than what they actually are--finding bigfoot would just mean discovering a new species, which is great and all, but thinking bigfoot might be out there somewhere means you can go bigfoot-hunting or think you saw one in the background of a blurry photo.  his roommate is a literal space alien, but like, bro what if that was a ufo just now???

e.ngland:  he’s a sailor, of course he’s superstitious.  add into that how he can apparently see and talk to spirits, practices magic, and has sites like stonehenge across his land, he’s just going to outright tell you he’s not going to whistle on a boat and that he wants you to refer to macbeth as “the scottish play.”  he only gets upset about it, much like everything else he gets upset about, if you laugh at him.  the bigger question is, does he believe in the rest of the world’s superstitions or are they “silly legends and old wives’ tales” while his are real, and the answer i think is an “everyone else’s is fake until something happens right in front of me.”

f.rance:  he loves things like love locks on bridges (until they cause the fence to collapse) or visions from saints (esp jeanne d’arc), but he doesn’t necessarily believe they’re real.  more that it’s very romantic to think they’re real, and if something as strange as a Nation can exist, who’s to say other mystical things can’t exist too?

c.anada:  he has some old beliefs about where you don’t want to fuck around and find out--if you want a successful hunt you don’t insult the prey, if you don’t want to freeze to death you don’t talk back to general winter--but for the most part he doesn’t have that sort of belief system.  he’s a lot more about what’s directly in front of you and what it means in literal terms.

c.hina:  his grocery list always includes snacks for wandering spirits.  if he hears a strange noise in the house he talks to it like it’s a person, just in case it is.  he consults fortune tellers before buying a new cellphone.  his house is carefully organized for most harmonious energy flow right down to the color of paint on the walls.  yao lives by the rituals he’s made for himself, some of which are so ancient or personal to him that even the humans who study ancient chinese culture & mythology have never heard of them.  it’s not myth for him any more than tying your shoelaces to make sure you don’t trip is a myth--you do it because you know how these things work; you’d be foolish not to.

r.ussia:  he’d tell you no and furthermore any sort of supernatural belief is stupid, but don’t leave him alone in the middle of the woods where there might be...something.  this is mostly from after his revolution--in earlier days he’d have anything from good-luck hunting gear to lucky gambling dice.  he still has a lingering belief that talking about wolves makes them more likely to show up.  he couldn’t say why, except that it’s such an old fear even modernization couldn’t get rid of it.  he’d also never disrespect general winter, which is a theme with northern Nations.  (he’s also got his lucky rocket launch ritual, as mentioned in that ripley’s article i linked before...😒...)  much like alfred, he’s less scared/interested in a physical, literal being than he is in the concept--more afraid of being afraid than of dealing with an actual monster.

j.apan:  you’d be surprised; as someone who loves ritual and whose mythology is known the world over, kiku tends to disregard supernatural belief.  he’ll join in the activities surrounding holidays and ceremonies, but that’s more for the joy of participating than because he thinks it will actually change anything.  in his past he fully believed in all the things that caused those rituals to come into existence in the first place, but nowadays he considers them more “cute” or “fun” or “cultural” than “necessary.”  if one of the others comes over to his house looking for yōkai or something he’ll join in, but mostly in a mildly amused way.  not that he’d say that out loud, obviously; that’d just be impolite.  he is however sometimes outright rude to yao about his devotion to rituals, claiming he’s living in the past or holding up their business.  they’ve known each other long enough they don’t sugarcoat how they talk to each other.

north & south i.taly:  these two are super superstitious.  feli consults his horoscope for daily business and has good luck charms for everything from the weather to love to money to traffic.  he’s a gambler and a fisherman, he’s not taking chances.  lovi is a weird mix of catholicism-to-the-point-of-paganism and ancient roman rituals--not that he’s sacrificing animals to the gods, but it wouldn’t be unusual to see a miraculous medal and a roman god’s icon both hanging from his keychain.  they frequently swear by a broad selection of saints, they always eat lentils on new year’s, they’ve got a million idioms and hand gestures they themselves only half-remember the origins of.  they also get into arguments as to which of them is interpreting such-and-such sign or saint the ‘correct’ way.  feli also starts brushing off on kiku & ludwig when he hangs out with them; he’s just so into it they subconsciously start doing the same things he does.

g.ermany:  extremely no-nonsense, practical, matter-of-fact...except for how he’ll talk to his computer as if he can convince it to work better.  oh, and don’t take candy from strangers living in gingerbread houses or offering to take you to your grandmother’s house.  and much like alfred & ivan, he’s not scared of ghosts or monsters until he hears a bump in the night.

p.russia:  in his early years when he was devoutly religious, he was constantly praying, lighting candles, following his book of hours...usually after “smiting” a bunch of “heathens,” but like, it’s moral when he does it...but as time went on he became more interested in what could be scientifically proven.  even still early european science was a mix of magic, religious belief, and nature, and he basically did the same things as before except now he claimed it was all an experiment instead of all for the Glory Now And Forever Amen.  i firmly believe he lost his faith in any sort of religion by the end of WWI and nowadays he’d laugh off most of his past beliefs as ridiculous superstition.  since he ‘died’/got laid off from being a Nation he’s more interested on where the line between Nation and normal human exists, and where that goes past nature and into the supernatural--things he never really thought about when he could rely on his super-healing to keep himself alive and could feel his citizens’ emotions if they were strong enough.  those diaries he keeps have a lot of notes and observations along those lines nowadays.

[nerdgatehobbit]

4/27/21

It was delayed, but I have been having some mild aching, presumably from the shot (despite the aches being nowhere near the injection site). So that has slowed me down somewhat lately. :/

I’ve been enjoying the droid-centric arc in TCW, and am still planning to treat the upcoming Maul & Mandalore arc as the series finale because I’m in denial. Okay, to be fair, I’ll likely end up watching the attached featurettes on the 5th season’s final four but that’s all.

At this point in PRLG, I’m getting deja vu regarding how Valerie Vernon’s absence is being handled to how the second quarter of MM2 handled the abrupt departure of half the team. Though this is better than her still having to come in the entire time. I’m now three-fifths of the way through the season but I haven’t reached the Pink Quasar Saber transfer just yet.

I’m almost done with the 4th season of BBC Merlin. Although I will watch the entire show, I suspect I’ll end up more or less ignoring everything past the third season finale in my headcanons. I especially dislike the show’s take on the infamous love triangle for multiple reasons. Not least of which is that it made Gwen sad. >:(

The tenth episode of Traders had Nazis treated as villains, and I miss the days where that was just a statement of fact. Overall the show continues to be fairly convoluted and there’s not enough David Hewlett. So I’m very unlikely to seek out the other seasons.

“A Masked Warning!” featured Ash & Gladion having a rematch. I liked it overall even if I had mixed feelings about Lillie’s diary entry at the start.

I have seen the first episode of Princess Tutu and I loved it so I’m excited to see the rest. I just need to have the energy to do so as this show requires attentive viewing.

This weekend I did watch 2020’s Emma. I see why the costumes got an Oscar nod, but they felt almost too rich at times. I enjoyed looking at them, but I thought Highbury was less fashionable than it was depicted here.

The friendship between Emma & Harriet was nice, and Rupert Graves as Mister Weston was fun. Although I enjoyed Bill Nighy’s performance, he did feel more like a hybrid of the Bennet parents opposed to a Mister Woodhouse. This version of Frank Churchill felt like an afterthought, which is strange given his typical prominence in the plot.

I think the problem is that this film fell short of the 2009 version in my mind & heart, which isn’t fair to it since the miniseries had a lot more time to develop the plot & characters. The film was all right, but it couldn’t dislodge the miniseries as my favorite Emma adaptation.

(My favorite Austen adaptation is Love & Friendship, because I was so excited to get a Lady Susan adaptation and then it actually lived up to my hype).

Yes, I’m still procrastinating on The Flash, ST: TOS, & XWP, albeit each for different reasons. Hopefully that’ll change next month. Same goes for the pair of Stargate novels I’ve been stalling on finishing.

I did like Fortune & Glory, but I have to concede the series is starting to run out of steam. And if I’m saying that... uh-oh.

Anyway, here’s to making more blog progress next month!

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Antonio and Pablo Agama headcanons

Leoncio Renato Braganza-Olmos was a dashing cavalry officer, just recently promoted when he met Altagracia Luna Quelempan-Agama,a healer working in the army camp. It was during an army dance, this being the years before Shuriki, and the camp was celebrating its recent victory. Like a classic fairytale, their eyes met across the room. He introduced himself and bowed, they danced, and fell head over heels for each other. Their backgrounds were quite different with Leoncio coming from a long line of esteemed army men much like the Villalobos of Avalor City. In fact, the Villalobos family was one of their greatest rivals for the Olmos family wanted to move out of serving the borders of far away villages and achieve glory in war on foreign land or against dangerous malvagos that seemed to attack the city.

Altagracia was a mestiza, a mixed race girl of indeginous tribes that prided themselves from descending from the great Maruvians and of the more pure blood Spanish descent. Altargracia was very much inspired by her indigenous side, working hard with others to keep their culture and knowledge of medicines and textiles alive. Though, there was not much discrimination for her mixed blood, as many actually wanted to learn the secrets of ancient Maru, people still sometimes taunted them for their superstitions and outdated ideas. Both their families cautioned them from getting married, fearing that their backgrounds would be too different.

However, the couple did not care. Their backgrounds meant little compared to their love for one another. She wanted to support him in his army battles and patch him up in the privacy of their own home and Leoncio adored his at turns intelligent and fierce wife who may not be able to hold a spear but could verbally spar with the best of his fellow soldiers.

Though the life of following army camp after army camp was tiring, they leaned on each other and were thanful to have the other by their side. Eventually came the day when Leoncio got a sword through his thigh. It broke stright through the bone and sidelined him for nearly a year. He eventually healed despite fears that he’d have to be amputed, but he would live with a permenant limp and had to retire from his life of sword. It happened to be excellent timing for Altagracia was pregnant with their first child.

They settled into Altagracia’s home village where Leoncio was aimlessly lost at first, unsure that he had any skills for citizen work but with Altagracia’s guidence and help, he found his way to work as a part-time picker on pepper plantations while Altagracia continued to work and sell her weaving wares and herbal medicines.

Their first son, Antonio Lautaro Agama-Olmos was born at dawn, a loud and robust baby. A direct contrast to their second son, Pablo Sergio Agama-Olmos who was born at midnight, similarly loud but skinnier.

The family was small but happy. Leoncio being a particularly proud father, trying to teach his sons fighting tricks and boast of his great victories. However, one day, Leoncio left without a trace. Perhaps he left because life in a small village bored him, maybe he had found another woman, or maybe he wished to start over fresh in Avalor City without the burden of caring for a family or the hauntings of his former officer glory. It could have been any one of these reasons but no one would ever know for he left no note.

Altagracia received no sympathy from her family who had warned her that a wealthy man like he might get bored with her, warnings she blithely ignored. She had more help from the Olmos’ who pitied her and felt similarly abandoned for Leoncio sent no word either to them. Besides it went against their honor to abandon someone who was part of their family. They sent Altagracia an “allowance” of sorts monthly and Leoncio’s younger brother, Fernando even offered to marry her to make up for his brother’s grievous actions and give the boys a father. Altagracia politely refused, her pain was too strong and she  wished never to see any of her husband’s kin ever again.

Altagracia reluctantly accepted the money as she needed it for her sons, and packed up, took up her old name, and moved to the village over the plateau. (I imagine it to be very similar to Curicó in Chile. You know, mountains on either side, a central fertile valley for agriculture, humid and wet). She couldn’t stand the humiliation of everyone knowing her husband left her and wanted to start fresh even though the rumors and pitying stares still plagued her when she moved to the new village near Mesa Roja. Words traveled fast.

Despite the money sent to her, she couldn’t buy a house with enough space for all her weaving so she couldn’t open her own weaving shop. But Altagracia was determined to make do and used the stables that adjoined her home to house her looms and set to work by herself to create the most elaborate, quality ponchos, clothes and other items till she became the known as “la mujer de la telar.” The money the Olmos did sent them was set aside for special nonessential things like archery sets or a professional portrait since Altagracia decided any essential items like food or clothing, she would pay with her own work. Those luxeries Pablo proudly boasted about since it set them apart from their little less-off farming neighbors, and he’d often sell these goods for a price. That is until Altagracia found out and threatened to stop buying him things if he wasn’t going to use it himself.  

Antonio had been 7 at the time, Pablo only 6, and if that one devastating event wasn’t enough. That was the same year that Shuriki came to power. Music and the old festivals were banned. Altagracia was one of the few people who was happy with this new arrangement since she’d much rather not be reminded of dances or anything happy like that. The boys however, were sorely disappointed by the thought of no more spring harvesting festivals with the children’s races or the games and such. And the addition of Shuriki’s guards patrolling the perimeters to quell any underground rebellions was an unnerving new normal to add to their lives.

Though the boys were too young to truly understand the full context of what was going on, they came today follow their mother’s mantra of “make do with what they have” and made their own fun without the festivals like marbles or pretending their were great trapeze artists like the traveling circus they saw or exploring their new home and the surrounding wild. Antonio’s particularly favorite game was pretending to find lost treasure which influenced his later career.

By the time Antonio was a teenager, he came to think of himself as the new man of the house. He saw how Leoncio’s departure affected their mother. She threw herself into her work, and doted on them more than ever. But she was so distrustful of others especially the rich who she now thought saw people like her as playthings or beneath them. He heard the rumors and taunts of other kids that “they” were the reason their dad ran away. And he vowed that he’d bring fortune to the Agamas name. They’d be known for something else than their disappeared dad.

The one obstacle to his big plan was his own brother. It seemed Pablo had inherited their father’s propensity for wanting glory and their mother’s sly tongue. He fancied himself as a poor man’s merchant (more accurately a con man) and had been cheating people out of their money with goods that he overhyped or stole from people for them to buy it back at exorbitant prices. Antonio often chewed him out for these things especially since it could reflect badly on their whole family but Pablo defended that they wouldn’t want their dear Mama to worry more than she had to, beside he was doing his part as a dutiful son to give her money any way he can. Even though he made plenty of enemies that way. Their neighbors, the Palomas, especially. 

Their mother did notice the tension between both boys and often had to drop subtle reminders and wise proverbs like “Family isn't an important thing. It's everything,” or “The important thing in a family is not being together but being united.”

But they both possessed the same stubborness and their differences grew anyway. Antonio was a studious student, paying attention in class while Pablo often skipped because he felt there was no point. Most people didn’t use the lessons on geometry or English in their daily lives, they learned their family trade and that was that. He much preferred to wager and make bets with the boys and flirt. Antonio had also entertained thoughts of marrying girls he had crushes on but he knew that would doom his dream. Once he got married, he’d have to stay settled down and he didn’t want that so he staye dcelibate though many women, allured by his muscular build, did try to tempt him much to Pablo’s disgust (Poor Pablo, he wanted to be tempted. That's all he wanted!). But Antonio was different. Their teacher, Professora Risquez thought Antonio had potential, he had a passion for history and the stories of treasure hunters so she told him about the field of archeology. It sounded like a dream to him! Being able to find lost civilizations that told them of where they came from and what they did just like the ancient Maruvians.

He couldn’t get the kind of education at home. Not there where the highest level was 12th grade. Professora Risquez offered to sponsor him to go to the University of Avalor. He would live with her parents in their house in the city and he could pursue a degree in archaeological studies. It was a perfect plan and Altagracia was thrilled for her son, and Antonio was similarly thrilled. He was getting one step closer to his dream of bringing fame to the Agama name.

The only one who was less enthusiastic was Pablo who thought Antonio was acting stuck up and superior to him which he kind of was. This led to their first major fight, leading them to never speak to each other for the next twenty eight years.

Antonio hunkered down on his studies, but it had been quite a shock when he first arrived in the city. They had so many more modern convencies like carriages instead of carts and shops for everything and the port brought all sorts of peoples and stories of distant lands that he could never imagine. He even saw a professional circus that put the traveling circus he saw in his childhood to shame.

 Then there was the actual university, the small school with its few teachers and lackluster substance had not prepared him for rigerous testing and academic tone of the unversity. But Professora Risquez’s parents had been former professors themselves and helped him with his study habits and time management. As for the kids, some were nice, some were snobs, a regular crowd of all kinds of people. Though sometimes those classist snobs sniffed at his “village peasant” accent and how fast he talked (Chilean spanish accents is known for being the fastest-spoken) so he learned to modify his fast to his slower, guttural sound. 

It got stressful at times but the one thing that kept him going was the passion for archeology itself. Each book he read, he yearned to know more, to learn more, to go out and explore and find the routes himself which he did every summer, even managing to secure his first glimpse of fame when he found the Heiroglyphic Staircase of Maru.

Pablo stayed at home, helping his mom with selling her wares and occasionally take odd jobs about town. Eventually, he got bored with the poor provincial village and decided to set out for his own. Altagracia gave her blessings since she had enough money to get by on her own with her work and the allowance from the Olmos. Besides she felt that maybe it would encourage Pablo to grow up a little especially now that he was out of Antonio’s shadow. He offered his services as a salesman to various small businesses but often quit when he felt ready to wander again or because he wanted a larger cut than his employers were willing to give him. He also decided to do his own version of treasure hunting and find items from the trash or wild or sometimes laying around someone’s backyard and sell them, often adding they belonged to some famous royal or legend or had magic properties. Then splitting town before his angry customors found out they were tricked.

Meanwhile, as Pablo scraped by, Antonio was sending money and letters to their mother with each new discovery he found. He had gotten his biggest dream as a result with the fame and universities begging him to come vist and give lectures. He did so especially if Professora Risquez asked, but he found the fame wasn’t as appealing as he thought it would be. Lectures, especially preparing them, were boring and he didn’t sell his items rather he gave them to museums to study. He much preferred the thrill of the adventuring and the excitment of finding treasure than anything else.

Then came the day he ventured to Obsidian Island. He had been so sure of himself, having sort of bought into his own hype, and that this would be his greatest find yet. But he had not anticipated for the gecko curse to be real! He freaked out when he was first transformed finding his brain sharing the instincts of a gecko’s and he’d often be distracted by his gecko instincts. Which he had stayed in that form for years.

Meanwhile, Pablo had come home from his itenerite wanderings after his mother wrote to him to come back. He had been 5 years since she had last heard from Antonio. Pablo had no information to give her on that front, but it didn’t matter because she needed him now that her arthritis was acting up and it was harder for her to move. Eventually, she had stopped moving completely and needed to move around in a wheelchair. Pablo cared for her during her final days and then Antonio came back.

He finished his adventure at Obsidian Island, and no longer a gecko, he had to apologize and explain to everyone he had known what had happened. His first trip was to his dear mama who had wept with joy seeing Antonio alive and well and that he had not abandoned her as she had thought. Pablo was put-off. Finally, he had time with their mama but once again Antonio, the golden boy outshone him and “saved” the day.

The next day, Altagracia died, seemingly ready to move on after seeing her son again. Pablo and Antonio tersely arranged the funeral together, maintaing some politeness to each other. But that all exploded after the funeral. Pablo made some comment of how nice it was for the famed and renowned Antonio Agama to find time to visit and how he had done all the work when Altagracia was ill and Antonio made her think he had left them just like Leoncio. Antonio shot back that he didn’t mean to not contact them. He was a freaking gecko! Those were exnuating circumstances, and it wasn’t like Pablo was so concerned about his welfare since he hadn’t written him so much a letter since Antonio left for college. This left them in fury and they refused to talk to each other again.

Until the will came and both were given parts of that treasure map aka The Family Treasure. After the events of that episode and Elena’s song getting stuck in their head thus reminding them, they decided to patch up their relationship and spend more time with one another with Antonio even inviting Pablo to his next archeological adventure so they’d have plenty of time to talk or find more things to fight about, but they’ve come to sort of like it that way.

[agirlingrey]

ARE you even still accepting? if so. Alys & Ramsay. I am v curious.

IF THEY HAD A KID MEME.

( Once upon a time, I was asked this very same combination by an anon who needs R’hllor. Consider this as their second kid, as I already gave them a creepy one. Here is a slightly less creepy one. )

NAME: Theon Bolton. Alys wasn’t consulted in the naming process, nor did she particularly care. Ramsay insisted that he named his son after the legendary King In the North ( Theon Stark ) who was famous for keeping the Andals and the ironborn away from the North, but Alys and everyone else know his sick humour too well to believe it.

GENDER: Male.

GENERAL APPEARANCE: As both of his parents possess pale skin, grey eyes and dark hair, it’s hard to tell from whom he inherited his colouring. But Alys likes to think that his facial structure resembles her more than Ramsay, much to her relief. He is leaner than his father, but taller and stronger as well. Theon smiles and grins more than either of his parents, but his cold eyes and mocking words often ruin any attempt at friendliness.

PERSONALITY: Theon is snarky, sometimes even cruel, and generally too rough around the edges for Alys’ liking. However, she had found that, much to her relief, he doesn’t say or do anything that is cruel or hurtful unless he was provoked first. Though he has a tendency to hold a grudge for a long time, just the fact that he doesn’t enjoy cruelty for the ‘fun’ of it makes him a better man than most of his family. He is not the kindest or most loving person in the world, but he has always treated his parents accordingly, especially his mother.

SPECIAL TALENTS: Like his father and older sister, he is one of the best hunters in the North, if not Westeros. Alys was rather dismayed by this as they first discovered his talent when he was very young, but fortunately, Theon is far more interested in hunting animals than anything else. Besides, despite his apparent talent with a bow, he has always been far more drawn to swords—something that oddly comforts his mother.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: Alys. In a desperate attempt to have a normal child, Alys had sheltered him and spent more time with him than she ever had with Barbrey. This, combined with Ramsay’s general indifference towards the process of raising children, led the mother and son have a strange but nonetheless strong bond.

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: Those who meet him for a short time mistakenly believe that he is a younger version of Ramsay, mostly for his looks, garbs and the way he carries himself. But deep down, he is more like his mother in personality, perhaps a bit more colder and harder.

PERSONAL HEADCANON: Though he often seems largely indifferent towards his surroundings and even his family, Theon is not unobservant by any means. He is aware that he was not born into a normal and loving family. When he was younger, he dreamt of being a knight of the Kingsguard ( as most boys do ) but not for the glory of it��rather to get away from his strained family and gloomy home. He gets along with his mother rather well enough, largely ignores his father unless spoken to directly, and absolutely loathes his older sister.

FACE CLAIM: Ben Barnes.

accepting.

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GENYATTA EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE ROBOTS ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

THEROBOTS NEED LOVE OKAY ;-; THIS IS A GOOD AND PURE PROMPT THANK YOU

who hogs the duvet

Theyare both a grade-A fucking mess trying to sleep.  It's been literalyears since Genji has shareda bed with anyone, and Zenyatta being, as previously state, arobot normally sleeps upright,hovering while recharging.  So once they start sharing a bed it's onebig mess of how??? exactly do we do this???  But hey, as far asGenji's concerned Zenyatta has helped him learn so much and he ismore than happy toteach Zenyatta how to sleep together.

Thatbeing said Genji is a terrible teacher because he is 100% the one whohogs the duvet – don't do what Genji does kids you'll get kickedout of any bed you're sharing.  He always has, ever since he was ayoung; Hanzo would never share a bed with him when they were kidsbecause Genji would always end up with all the covers by the end ofthe night.  He'll start out sleeping normally, but by the morninghe's curled up in a ball, ever limb locked like a vice around theblankets so there is zero chance of ever getting them back. Fortunately Zenyatta doesn't need them except for the mentality ofcoziness, so this works out surprisingly well.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Genji,definitely.  He's the sort to daydream during mission debriefsbecause he's thinking about how absolutely amazing his boyfriend isand then call him at random because he just really!! missed talkingto Zenyatta!!!  He'll call for any little reason.  What does Zenyattathink Genji should bring home for dinner?  It was really hot today,is Zenyatta okay?  He hasn't been overheating?  Genji saw an adorabledog and he took pictures, look, Zen, I'll message them to you. Babe I know I just left twenty minutes ago but I miss you tell meabout what you've been doing.  Genji just really really reallyloves his boyfriend and is very clingy about it.  (Zenyatta does notmind at all)

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

They make a good team when it comes togift-giving.  Zenyatta is like... unnervingly good when it comes tothinking up really meaningful gifts, little things that will havesome greater significance for the recipient and that will almostcertainly result in hugs and/or tears.

...That being said, Genji is arguablythe more “creative” one though.  He is a white elephant champion. He comes up with the most ridiculous gifts and loves an opportunityto get silly, fun things for his friends.

who gets up first in the morning

Zenyatta for sure.  Despite the world'sbest efforts to instill that sort of virtue in Genji it has neverstuck.  His parents, instructors, Hanzo... all wanted him to be anearly riser for training as a child, but despite it he was still thatperson who was usually stumbling into class late more often than hewasn't.  He would wake up for early Overwatch missions, but only withplenty of alarms, caffeine, and grumbling.  He half-heartedly triedto break himself of the habit while he was in Nepal, trying to wakeup and meditate with the monks in the early mornings but that wasjust never going to happen and he graciously gave that up.  SoZenyatta wakes up first (he literally has an internal alarm) and hascoffee ready for Genji when he finally stumbles out of bed.

who suggests new things in bed

To be perfectly honest, I cheerfullyheadcanon Zenyatta as asexual and I've never quite gone down therobo-dick path that some people enjoy so I personally don't headcanonthem doing any “things” in bed at all.  (Though Genji does teachZenyatta the glory of cuddling under warm covers and watching moviesfor hours on end, so in that case... Genji does!)

who cries at movies

Neither of them are really big criersduring movies, least of all because Zenyatta literally cannot.  ButZenyatta does Feel Lots OfThings during movies.  Out of the two, he definitely emphasizes themost with the poor, hapless movie characters (and like, not justprotagonists, he's the sort to get distressed because the villaincould so easily be guided to a better path by the right hand but isinstead slaughtered for Plot Reasons, or is moved by some littleinjustice suffered by a side character).  Genji's much more likely tolaugh at sad movies than cry (though he does have his small handfulof films that make him cry every time– not that he'll admit it, he's wearing a mask, no one can proveanything).

who gives unprompted massages

Zenyatta (I mean... it'd be tricky totry to massage an omnic).  Zenyatta knows the sort of physical painGenji can still experience just from living with his scars and thestrain his body experiences from how it's integrated with hiscybernetics – it can lead to anything from stiffness, to aches, togenuine pain depending on the day, so Zenyatta's always around tooffer a massage when he can tell it's acting up.  It feels nice notonly on his organic flesh, but also his synthetic muscles since it'sgiving them very deliberate sensory input.  (And the day Genjifinally worked up the nerve to take off all the removable parts ofhis armour and allow Zenyatta to massage him was one of the bestdecision of his life – Zenyatta is a fantasticmasseuse.)  Zenyatta also just enjoys giving Genji's massages becauseof how loose and content Genji gets after being massaged, like atranquil noodle.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Obviously between the two of themGenji's much more likely to be sick and Zenyatta is Good at takingcare of him.  He's not great at making food but will bring simplethings to help settle Genji's stomach, he picks up medicine, fillshot water bottles, listens to all of Genji's moaning about how he'sdying and is perfectly content to be doing so, he loves being able tohelp.  Plus Zenyatta can still cuddle a sick Genji without needing toworry about getting a sick himself, which is a big fucking plus inGenji's eyes.

That being said Genji is absolutelythe one more likely to fuss if Zenyatta shows any sign of being sick. Zenyatta's very chill, matter of fact, and calming when Genji'ssick.  Genji freaks out if Zenyatta seems like he's caught some sortof virus or if his system isn't running optimally because he isconstantly terrified of Zenyatta getting damaged in some unrepairableway that Genji can't help.  People normally don't die from a cold,but Genji remembers what the God Programs did to omnics.  (Ithonestly doesn't matter how many times Zenyatta reassures him that hejust needs to run a quick diagnostics or get a system update and takeit easy or something, Genji will still hover and fret like it'snobody's business until Zenyatta is acting entirely like his normalself again.)

who gets jealous easiest

I honestly don't think either of themget very jealous.  Genji probably would have when he was younger, butat this point in his life he is much more confident about himself andhis relationship with those close to him.  He trusts Zenyatta enoughto know he has nothing to get jealous about. Same goes for Zenyatta, he appreciates Genji and his very social,outgoing nature but doesn't, for a minute, consider himself to be incompetition for Genji's affection.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

150% Genji.  Except he's not actuallyembarrassed, he's shameless when it comes to his music choices.  Hewill listen to so much crapit will drive literally everyone else NUTSand he just has no fucks to give.  As far as he's concerned, hismusic is fun and bright and makes you want to dance and that's whathe's looking for in music.  Zenyatta doesn't listen to all that muchmusic, but he does enjoy “ancient” (in Genji's words – it'sfrom the around 1980s) rock music purely because Mondatta liked itand it makes Zenyatta think of him.  Either way, Lúcio sighs deeplywhenever either one of them gets to chose the music.

who collects something unusual

Depends on how you define “unusual”. Genji didn't start out with much in the way of worldly goods, sincehe left most of what he had back at the Watchpoint when he left (andbefore that, in Hanamura when he was “killed”) and only had whathe could carry, but he starts to collect more things once he settlesin somewhere.  He collects things like video game merch and comicbooks and things like that, nothing all that weird, though he can bea bit of a packrat about it.  Zenyatta collects less, but it tends tobe things like... pressed flowers and pretty stones and cheapfigurines he bought in a market while he was traveling and a cheapplastic necklace a child made him after he helped her mother, thatsort of thing.

who takes the longest to get ready

Neither take that long, tbh.  I mean,Genji's a nudist both of them are varying degrees ofrobotic, so it's not like they have hair to do or make-up to put on,and neither of them are too fussed about clothes.  Zenyatta's themost likely to take a while to get ready but that's purely because hehas a tendency to get distracted by everythingand moves really really slowlyeven when he is actively getting ready.

who is the most tidy and organised

Zenyatta.  Genji is tidy only by thevirtue of not having many physical possessions to his name.  As soonas he begins planting roots again, gets a space of his own, andbegins amassing possessions again then he is easily the slob of thetwo.  He will leave shit lying anywhere and then get frustrated whenhe can't find it – Hanzo can attest that his ability to keep hisspace clean has not improved from childhood.

who gets most excited about the holidays

See, I would normally be inclined tosay it's Genji because I can just see him getting super giddy andexcited about holidays, but after we've experienced both a Halloweenand Winter event I think we have to accept the fact that apparentlyit's Zenyatta.  He had an elaborate skin for both holiday, heobviously gets so into it. “Paint me like a skeleton, Genji” “Master, you're an omnic, youdon't even have a skeleton...” “That's why it's a costume,my student, and besides it'sHalloween.  Help me reach my back.”  Or: “Zen... what is that?” “A walnut.”  “Yes, I see that, I was more interested in whythere are giant walnuts all around the room.”  “Well, I'm gladyou asked...”  As opposed to Genji's “My Halloween costume? Cyborg ninja” – what a cop-out you little shit.  Genji absolutelyforgets about holidays are happening until like the day before.

Zenyattais just super enthralled by all big celebrations and can't wait toparticipate with everyone and drags Genji into them whether he likesit or not.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Genji: “Everyone likes to be thelittle spoon, it makes you feel safe!”

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Genji gets the most outwardlycompetitive, and will cheerfully trash talk both the people on theother team and on his ownteam.  He is a very loud player of just about anything, who'llhappily crow about his victories.  Look, he spent his childhoodgrowing up training with Hanzo, so he has learnt to A) take anythingvaguely competitive very seriouslybut to also B) be chill when he loses because Hanzo was alwaysobsessed with winning and Genji refused to give him the satisfaction.

Zenyatta,however, gets stealthily competitive.  He stays looking and talkingtotally calmly and peacefully, preaches sportsmanship and generosityto fellow players but then he'll just... say something very casuallythat most people might not even realize is petty andcompetitive unless they're paying attention.  (“To hold a grudge isunhealthy... for you”, “The master still has a few tricks” –Zenyatta is secretly savage af and Genji totally knows it, especiallyafter the first time he and Zenyatta sparred and he was landed on hisass in no time flat.  No one believes him though, they all think Zenis a complete sweetheart.)

who starts the most arguments

I honestly don't think they have a lotof full-scale arguments.  If nothing else, their relationship isbuilt on like... aggressive levels of open and healthy communication. So if either has an issue, they might have disagreements – evenlong, extended, debates – but it's something they talk about atlength until they're able to work something else.  If anything Genjiprobably brings the most up, but they recognize that an argument is amutual thing, in which two people are meeting an impasse, not one orthe other's problem.

who suggests that they buy a pet

GENJI WANTS A DOG, LET'S GET A DOG,ZEN

what couple traditions they have

I normally think of them as a prettyyoung couple, and one that hasn't spent their whole time in oneanother's presence (Genji going back to Hanamura to confront Hanzo,and I imagine Zenyatta was off doing things as well, and the twointended to meet up again later) so I think they're still in theprocess of making traditions. They enjoy meditating together, especially in the evening aroundsunset.  It's a nice way to wind down from the day.  They're also inthe habit of chatting in the evenings, which started because theywere separated for long periods of time.  Genji calls in the evenings(since Zenyatta is less bothered about being awake at odd hours thanGenji is – an omnic doesn't get jetlag) and that's something thatcontinued even after they met back up again, they'll often try to puteverything else down and just cuddle and talk before going to sleep.

what tv shows they watch together

I feel like they'd enjoy watchingsitcoms together the most.  They both have a terrible sense ofhumour, and it's a nice way to unwind, sitting around together andlaughing along with some stupid show with a ridiculous laugh trackand a guaranteed good ending.  If it existed at the time, they'd likeBrooklyn-99, I'm sure of it.  Long series are nice because then theycan pick something and just watch an episode or two night afternight, whenever they have a chance.

what other couple they hang out with

I imagine they're both pretty social sothey probably hang out with plenty, simply by the virtue that theyboth enjoy spending time with friends.  (I'm not going to botherlisting because it totally depends on who you headcanon as a couple.)

how they spend time together as a couple

Honestly they're best friends, they'llhappily do just about anything together.  Meditation is obviously abig one for them, since that was what originally brought themtogether, but they sleep together, fight together, travel together –hell, Zenyatta will happily float along with Genji through asupermarket while he's buying groceries and they'll both enjoythemselves because they just like getting to spend time together. They enjoy simple domesticity because it feels like a luxury neitherwas sure they'd ever get to experience (Zenyatta because of the stateof omnics' rights, Genji because for a long time he felt like afterbecoming a cyborg those sorts of options were closed off to him).

who made the first move

I could see it going either waydepending on the hc/fic but listen, listen, my favourite isaboslutely Genji doing it by accident. I like to think that it's in Nepal, Genji's been there for quite awhile now, him and Zenyatta have become very close friends at thispoint and then it suddenly strikes Genji that, oh shit, hehas major feelings for Zenyatta. And he is mentally freaking outbecause would Zenyatta even be interested??  Sure he's seen omnics inromantic relationships but Zenyatta's never really expressed aninterest one way or another... and would he be interested in someonewho isn't an omnic?  Or in a man?  Or just... in Genji as a whole,given that Zenyatta has seen every rough edge that Genji has at thispoint?  And then what if Zenyatta doesn't wantthat and Genji ruins their friendship?  What if Zenyatta getsuncomfortable and wants him to leave the monastery – this is theonly place Genji has truly felt he belonged since The Incident, hedoesn't want to lose that–!!! and basically he freaks out forapproximately four hours, it completely consumes him because this isway higher stakes than any of the playful flings he had as ateenager, he doesn't want to break something, but now that he'sstarted thinking about it he can't stopthinking about how much he wants to fucking kiss ZenyattagodDAMMIT.

Andthen the evening comes and he and Zenyatta are meditating andZenyatta is asking him about his day and, look, at this point Genjihas gotten very used to just talking to Zenyatta about any emotionalissues he's having.  Before he can stop himself it just... pops out. And all of a sudden Genji realizes he's confessing that hehas feelings for Zenyatta and all the misgivings he has to go alongwith it and he's FREAKING OUT EVEN MORE NOW BECAUSE THIS ISN'T WHATHE MEANT TO DO IT WAS AN ACCIDENT butZenyatta is just/// so flattered/// and so excited and so willing totry this and everything works out beautifully and it's fluffy andperfect The End

who brings flowers home

Zenyatta is the most likely to bringflowers home, by that's more in the interest of having flowers athome than anything necessarilyromantic.  He tends to see flowers, wild or otherwise, and getenraptured by them and decide to decorate their space with them. Genji gets flowers less often, but will often get Zenyatta flowers asa gift on an anniversary or something.  (He likes to bring home live,potted flowers for Zenyatta, since he tends to get melancholy whenthey finally dry up and die.  Although with the sort of lifestylethey live the flowers still have a bad tendency to die.)

who is the best cook

They both suck at cooking. Zenyatta doesn't need to eat, and the Shimada family had people tocook when Genji was young, and then Overwatch had a cafeteria when hewas there.  Genji is the best cook simply by the virtue of beinghuman and having, on the rare occasioned, needed to make food forhimself so as to not die.  Fortunately, neither of them really need“good” food.  As previously state, Zenyatta doesn't eat, andGenji can't actually taste food anymore so it doesn't really matterhow disgusting he makes it, he's not going to know the difference. God help anyone that comes to their place for dinner though.

so... anyone else wanna send me a ship? help ease the painful sting of a new semester with silly inbox games?

[seasonsofreckoningrp-blog]

Congratulations, Morgan! You’ve been accepted for the role of Carmen Marques. Please make sure to check our checklist, and you have twenty-four hours to send us your character’s blog. We’re really happy to have you in our family!

We could feel the excitement in Carmen on her journey to the States, but also were able to see the little ticks and annoyances from her for being patronized through the dialogue. Your sample also showed that she isn’t just one to stay quiet and had no problem speaking out, which is exactly the kind of person we see Carmen as!  We can’t wait to see how much more assertive and different she is now compared to when she was human and how being a vampire has bolstered this her voice and thoughts!

Introduction

Morgan, 25, EST, She/Her

Activity level:

I’d say I’m probably about a 7 or 8. I have a typical 9am to 5pm desk job, monday to friday. The good thing about that is that it gives me time to sneak on here and there when work gets slow. Usually I get online around 7ish and I’m pretty much online until I go to sleep, even if it’s just lurking after I finish replies and things. On Thurdays I go out and come back late, so I might be on late and not as much as usual. Weekends are usually a total toss up. I usually use them for cleaning up my apartment and all that fun kind of stuff, since my friends work weekends.

Further contact:

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How did you find the roleplay?

I used to be part of Seasons of Revenge and I follow Ev’s 1x1

Roleplay experience:

Oh gosh, where to start? Haha. I’ve been rping online since I was like 16 and I’ve been on tumblr since I was like 20ish? So a long time haha. I still have my old account for one of my characters here. [x]

Triggers:

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Anything else?

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IC INFORMATION

Desired character:

Carmen Marques

Faceclaim:

Nope I’m all good! No changes here.

Why did you choose this character?

Last go around I picked a character who was a little more reserved. This time I wanted someone a bit wilder. Someone who could shake things up a bit. That was definitely Carmen. I felt almost like an instant connection with her character. She’s spoiled but doesn’t see it that way. If she wants something she’s going to do her damnedest to get it, come hell or high water. Now that she’s a vampire she has the power and the strength to do that. Though I like the other side of her as well. The soft and scared side that lost her dream. The one that wrestled with the fact that she now had to kill to survive and live. The one that would never get to see her parents again because she’d be too afraid she’d kill them on the spot. The fact that she’s never had to deal with not getting what she wants and deciding to shut off her humanity because of it. It killed her to do it because now that she has it off, all of her dancing, while alluring and can bring people in to her, now lacks the passion and tenacity that got her accepted in to Juilliard in the first place. Though she doesn’t see it that way she knows that deep down. She’s more than she seems on the surface and there’s so much in her that can be developed further.

Para sample:

Carmen could hear her heart beating loudly in her chest as she gave the agent at the counter her ticket. The plane was crowded but in this situation she found that it didn’t bother her in the slightest. Her mind was racing too fast, her thoughts were only of the future that had been laid before her. A future she thought would only live firmly in her dreams. But here she was now, settling into a seat, crowded by people on her left but fortunate to have a window seat. Just a few hours separated her from her dream school. A small squeal of excitement left her as the fasten seat belt sign flashed and the plane began to rumble to life. The woman next to her rolled her eyes and made a noise of annoyance but absolutely nothing could stop the energy thrumming through Carmen. Nothing at all could take this moment of joy from her.

Just like that, the plane ride was over. It seemed equal parts much to long and way to short. Looking out her window she could see the night sky full of stars. From here they almost seemed just like the ones back home. Her heart was still hammering loudly against her chest but she was here! She was taking her first steps into her future, into what would become her new life. If only she knew just what was waiting in store for her. But how could she? To blinded by her optimism and to spoiled by her good fortune. She had to know the other shoe was going to drop eventually, didn’t she? No, nothing like that had ever happened to her in her life. So she missed the signs that were clearly all around as she made her way toward the baggage claim.

There she could see her host family. Though it seemed like it wasn’t all of them. Just a man and a woman and a small sign with her name on it. She looked them up and down and they seemed so perfect. They were beautiful and elegant and at once Carmen could see her fitting in with them. These were the people she was meant to be with. The life she was meant to be living. To her their smiles seemed warm and genuine, after all she had never known any other kind. No one ever refused her the things she wanted, no one ever tried to take advantage of her. Maybe if they had she would recognize those smiles for what they were. Not the warm and welcoming ones she saw but vicious, predatory grins, not unlike the cat who had just caught the canary and that canary was her. Strong hands wrapped around her shoulder pulling her close. The other picked out her bags with ease, almost as if they weighed nothing.

It wasn’t until it was much too late that she realized something was wrong, very wrong. The limo they had taken back to the mansion had her in awe and almost completely speechless. Keyword being almost. As they approached the mansion she felt her jaw drop and a giddy flutter inside her. “This is absolutely amazing. It is exactly what I thought it would be like coming here. When do I go to school? We’re a bit far from it aren’t we?”

“Patience child. You’ll see soon. Everything will become much clearer once we get inside.”

Carmen felt a pout cross her face. She was not a child. She was a young woman. She had a future and had been accepted to an amazing college and she wanted to be recognized for it. “My name is Carmen, not child, thank you. I am grateful to have you accept me into your home but I am not helpless.”

A laugh left the woman who had been seated next to her. “Of course not dear. You’re not helpless at all. In fact you are going to be quite useful to us. More than you even realize.”

Carmen’s eyes narrowed slightly. She wasn’t completely pacified by the answer but it was enough to tide her over. After all she was still riding on the high of actually being in America and being able to do to what her heart longed to do. So she brushed it aside. Maybe she should have listened to her gut instead of her heart.

As they entered the foyer, it was just as grand as she thought it would be. She did a twirl as a laugh left her lips. When she stopped, she took a good look around and was surprised at what she saw. There were more people in the hall, more than she would have thought. That was when a large, cold hand clamped down on her shoulder, holding her in place. A deeper, growling voice came from behind her, sending a chill down her spine. “Now, now dear. We don’t need any of that. Actually, I’m a bit hungry after such a long trip. If you would be so kind.”

Before she even knew what was happening, a cold hand was brushing her hair from her shoulder, even colder breath ghosted on her neck. She tried to turn but his grasp was so strong she almost felt like he was going to leave bruises on her shoulder. It was then that she realized something was wrong but that thought was wiped from her mind as she felt the razor sharp fangs pierce her skin as a scream left her and slowly tapered off as her vision began to fade to black.

EXTRA

Personality traits:

+ Determined, Passionate, Outgoing

- Narsissistic, Blunt, Over-Confident

Headcanons:

Okay, headcanons are my weak point because until I really start writing them out, I don’t usually have them. They’re usually thoughts that come as I play the character more. So I apologize if they seem a bit generic!

Carmen likes being called by her full name. She’s not really a fan of nicknames. They lack the feeling that she thinks her actual name gives. Plus it’s usually people trying to call her Car and is it really that hard to add another syllable?

When she was really young she loved all of the baby pink ballerina things but as soon as she hit her teenage years, she wanted all black everything. She thinks it makes things much more sophisticated and adult.

She either goes out in full cat-eye or smokey eye glory or not at all. To see her with out her makeup on is truly something rare.

Here is a mock / inspo blog I set up for Carmen. [x] I’ll probably be adding to it up until Friday, just so you know. :3

[witchsabre]

faust in canon likes to do what I do when playing which is race the trails of blight once you destroy one of the big o' chunks of it. they get the zoomies okay look how fast they run

[witchsabre]

━━ ↶*ೃ✧˚. how do you need to be touched?

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

tagged by @bloodtwin

tagging anyone who wants to :>

[witchsabre]

━━ ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ What's your affection language?

an undoing influence

Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

tagged by @bolyde

tagging @venombloom + YOU !

[witchsabre]

━━ ↶*ೃ✧˚. faust fun fact of the day! they will NOT walk under a ladder, so on and so forth-

Faust is a VERY superstitious person with lots of little rituals. They throw salt over their shoulder, hang a horseshoe over their door in the lighthouse, allow no whistling indoors, never sweep towards the front door, OBVIOUSLY would never break a fairy ring of mushrooms, keep rosemary on them for protection, count magpies (and crows lol) for the significance, etc. etc.

They have little idea where these superstitions actually came from other than their family, and the research they've done has led them to realize it's a messy, odd mix-and-match of multiple cultures and regional beliefs. They hadn't been told much of where their family came from, so piecing it all together and trying to pick at the genealogy for a group of outlaws is a bit of an undertaking, one they chip away at whenever they can.

They try their best to study up, but so much of what they know was exclusive to or specifically adapted to their little coven in the woods, so they have trouble explaining most of their habits and only vaguely remember some. If you ask them why they toss salt over their shoulder, they're most likely to answer "Luck, maybe? Or warding evil?? Wait, I think I did the wrong shoulder, hold on-"

[witchsabre]

━━ ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ WHO ARE YOU IN THIS HAUNTED HOUSE?

The Youngest

They talk down to you, as though you couldn’t possibly understand. They speak down to you in a language consisting only of simple, happy concepts, unaware that you hear their whispered conversations in the dark. Funnily enough, they don’t know how much they miss, that the many voices that call to you from elsewhere are standing right in front of them. They don’t see, but you do. You will make these overlooked souls into friends and they will soak up the loneliness that has seeped into your world. You miss when it was easy to spend time with those you love, when it was a given, as sure as the sun rising in the morning. But still, they think you don’t understand. How can they think that when you love them so? And after all, love is just understanding.

tagged by @postmortiem

tagging @venombloom & @harpersoath & anyone with an E in their name

[witchsabre]

I've just recruited emmerich and the dynamic I've created in my mind between faust and the professor is the weird gay kid and their emotional support 10th grade english teacher