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[emphaticalllymine]

watching l.azytown extra now so i need to liveblog more of mine & my husband's headcanons

l.azytown extra takes place an extra year after the events of l.azytown season 4

miss busybody has Officially divorced stingy's dad, so now the mayor is trying to be a good stepfather to him

back in l.azytown season 3, robbie used his animator (the thing that turns dolls to real people) to bring back stephanie (because, y'know, her actress changed) and trick everyone into a long-con. both he AND new-stephanie forgot about this plan, leading to episodes like "who's who?" where he makes an EVIL stephanie clone

stephanie came back just before the events of extra and had a "what the fuck is happening" moment because there were two of her

stephanie also went to dance school for REAL and came back famous, hence how she is able to get background dancers who match her outfits/hair

[shouxryuuxha]

let me assign you an affection language

consumption of a heart unloved

Here’s a dining table, here’s a set of plates. Here’s your heart, red and bursting with love. You have tried to love people all your life, but no one seems to understand you. Your own mother perhaps forgot to teach you how to protect yourself, maybe people whom you trusted chose to look the other way when all you wanted was a hand full of love. All you want is someone to take from you, all you want is someone to dig in your heart and eat it and kiss you afterwards - bloody and red. You want them to tell you that you are what they have been looking for, you want to be the one who ends their hunger.

Tagged by: @devildukem + @ofhardknoxxx I can't be old in pEACE

Tagging: Hey don't look over here. Oh you did? shame, you're it.

[ner0ticmemories]

▎ ▎ ▎ ▎ * dante headcanon. being an encompassing of hate , destructive chaos and fiendish will , dante's scar along his chest just where a heart would sit below is god's own testament of power and reminder of who he truly is . little to none know of it and dante has made it so by confusing knowledge with false and confusing narratives throughout human history because he can use the scar to his benefit . how it's done is those who touch it will fall deeper into his manipulative hallucinations if a stronger soul than another he may deal with ( usually lack of healing traumas ) . which is usually the only time he uses that method . the stronger spirited are a challenge for him whether he admits it or not haha . though dante bares power one would confuse as god's , he's still in god's world . so if you know dante for who he really is from just the scar alone , he has absolutely no power over you . another thing to note is those who are in almost or full possession by dante will end up with the same exact chest scar once the possession is complete . again , god's will never falters .

[mihariori]

CHARACTER SHEET ―

FULL NAME. Izaya Orihara NICKNAME. Iza ALIASES. Kanra, Nakura, Chrome, Rinya PRONOUNS. He/Him HEIGHT. 5'9" / 175 cm. AGE. 23-27ㅤ ZODIAC. Taurus  SPOKEN LANGUAGES. Japanese, English, Russian

𝐏𝐇𝐘���𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ― HAIR. Black, straight, simple hair cut. Still he takes care of it fairly well so it's healthy and soft.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ㅤ FACIAL HAIR. None.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ EYES. Brown, a bit on the lighter side. Totally don't look a bit red as he's doing his weirdo shit. SKIN TONE. A bit fair but not notably so. ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ BODY TYPE. Lanky, not particularly tall, thin. He has some muscle but it doesn't show much on his body, his stomach looks mostly flat. VOICE. Lighter, usually in a mocking or almost song like way of speaking. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ DOMINANT HAND. Left! But he taught himself how to use his right hand for some things. POSTURE. Good posture, but not the point he looks stiff SCARS. A few throughout his body from his fights, most have faded as he does things to get them to go away. BIRTHMARKS. None MOST NOTABLE FEATURES. Nice Face, weird coat

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ― PLACE OF BIRTH. Tokyo, Japan.ㅤ HOMETOWN. Tokyo, Japan. SIBLINGS. Kururi Orihara & Mairu Orihara. PARENTS. Shirou Orihara (father) & Kyouko Orihara (mother).

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ― OCCUPATION. Information Broker CURRENT RESIDENCE. Tokyo, Japan. ㅤ CLOSE FRIENDS. Shinra Kishitani(?). FINANCIAL STATUS. Wealthy ㅤ DRIVER'S LICENSE. Yes.ㅤ CRIMINAL RECORD. Somehow, no. VICES. Manipulative, Big Spender, Self-indulgent, .ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ― LOVE LANGUAGE. Q...Quality time?. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Don't! This is a warning.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ― CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. Durarara!! OST [Vol. 1] He’s Such a Coward That He Can Laugh.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. Human watching (:. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ㅤ LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Maybe left, kinda both. ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎ SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Way too high.

[hensetsu]

Upcoming Junko / Hakö Changes.

Hi, something to "tide you over" until I'm properly back; so in my time away I've had a lot of brainstorming ideas about Junko, of which I'll refer to him mostly as of now. It's not a lot but I'd say some are pretty major; 1.) He will have horns much like his Sister, Sevas and their Mother of whom they share the likeness. Black Bull Horns that jut out of the skull & come outward & face forward. I wanted him to be her spitting image.. and without said horns he isn't really. So.. horns. 2.) Yellow Eyes instead of Red, pretty sure I mentioned this before.. but now it's stated again. 3.) Making him older, undecided as of yet but stay tuned. 4.) Shrinking his Family size from several million to several hundred. Had consistency issues when quoting that, so bound to change too. I'll write about it more when I'm around.

[kingofdesert]

Steps that carry the weight of the reality placed upon them cut through the estate, pace royal and controlled, eyes facing those on the path defiantly, internally challenging the devourer of souls to scale and eat his heart if she dared. Fingers grip the wooden bowl, heartbeat drums against the surface, displeasure aging the young face and making emotions deep inside apparent.

Desire flashes before eyes, dream of vengeance clear as crimson drips from lifeless corpses, a red river engulfing the terrain and washing away that which didn’t have place there anymore. Those whose time was long past will rot, death will grip by the throat and suck away the life, no one but chosen will have their soles touching the ground. At dawn a new sunrise will give birth and paint the palace in glory. It is loud in ears, the cries echoing long and far, magnificent work of art created before eyes.

“ You scowl too much, child, when there is no need. You should try smiling more often, it leaves good impression on others. ” Soft, heavenly, the sound breaks the glass of momentary daydream, extended hand accepting the gift from a smaller one.

“ There is no reason to smile. ” Soon. Soon, the hand won’t be weak and bruised, dirtied by crimes of others. Soon, the opportunity will present itself and the plan be set in motion, fortune will smile upon them as it is willed so. Willed by the one above it, a mere slave before god.

Gentle, amiable, the hand spreads warmth into cold cheeks, offering comfort and protection from that which it was not. Leaned into obediently, it disperses anger and thoughts, as fingers trace the soft skin of youthful face. “ Is this moment not a reason enough to smile? ”

“ No. ” Affection basked in, the body nestles into the larger one, lips stretch into a curved line before they turn into a childish grin. “ But you are enough, mother. ”

A memory swept by the wind opens golden eyes, while gentle warm hand is still felt even if it is long gone. They still glare defiantly, internally challenging the devourer of souls to scale and eat his heart if she dared. Yet, this time, the face is adorned by a smile, no conversation needed.

[lupidentearchive]

      𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑?

         𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲, like a horse running as fast as he can. you've been told that 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁, and that heartbreak is inevitable. but you don't want to love carefully. you want to love with reckless abandon. you want to love with 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 you have, and you want to be loved the same way. you don't want them to worry about tomorrow. make today worth living for.

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒: @devilwrath​ / @abritons​ / @gerichteter​  

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀: @lunima​, @renkniighted​, @likeprotege​, @korctyshka​, 

[pharmakcs]

Asclepius’s Past - Greek Myth + Hades

Once he was an old god. Older than the Greeks and their pantheon - old enough to remember when the first Titan began a search for their dominion, before those who called his name for aid and healing began to wither and die.

He’d been old, once. A long, long time ago. Now he can only remember brief snatches of it through intense focus and occasional flashes of prophecy. Some gods, for good or ill, may stumble on the chance for rebirth and find themselves made anew.

Apollo gave him such a chance, knowingly or not. Apollo the hunter, Apollo the healer, Apollo who took a mortal princess as a lover and would value words from a lying crow over his devoted one’s testimony. He consigned Koronis to the flames for her imagined deceit, only learning that she was with child at the last possible moment and snatching the child from her remains before spark and fire could devour Asclepius too.

Naturally, their relationship is a touch strained after that.

Now Asclepius roams Greece, pulling on the knowledge of medicine given to him by Chiron the centaur and Apollo in his spring of being caring and generous. Having long tired of the games gods play with mortal lives, Asclepius ultimately pursues a cure for death itself - so that humans may be on par with the gods who would toy with them, and be able to live without fear. Such was his progress that he managed to steal five souls from the grasp of Thanatos and the domain of Hades themselves.

When the goddess Artemis begged his aid in reviving her companion, Asclepius agreed - only to be struck dead by Zeus’s thunderbolt before the miracle could be achieved.

Sometimes, gods die and it is permanent. This death would have been, if not for Apollo’s own rage, accompanied by the threat to drive humanity to extinction unless Asclepius were revived and placed among the Olympians. Though the position was undesired by Asclepius himself, Zeus relented, and once more this old god become recast and forged new with ichor and fresh strength in his veins.

Only to spend his time chiefly among mortals: healing their hurts and occasionally heeding the call that pulls him towards the Underworld, to plumb its depths for new materials and medicines, always in the search of continued rebirth.

The Master of the House of Hades is stern indeed, and the Underworld is always changing, but he is an old god. He can be patient.

[ashendcst]

"hear there's to be another wedding this month." Trevor drawled, flicking his cards down onto the table with practiced indolence. His smile betrayed him however: rather than the usual lazy sneer deepening the laugh lines around his mouth, this curl of lips gave a hint of softness to weathered features. Not by much, since Djura doubted Trevor could remain pleasant to anyone for longer than perhaps a minute tops, but enough to draw notice before the man's prickly disposition reinstated itself.

"Some cleric." The other Keg continued, reaching for his cup and draining it in a swallow. He licked his lips afterwards, catching any last drops of brandy - or blood. "Odd name. Didn't quite catch it. But it's not common for the churchmen here to marry, so whoever she is - she must be a treasure."

Djura set down his hand of cards with a touch more restraint, grinning as Trevor's eyes rolled in exasperation. A sweep of his arm was enough to collect the winnings: a pile sizeable enough to certainly put a dent in the ever-growing list of materials needed for a hunter's work.

"Not jealous are we?" He asked innocently, plucking up the cards between them and dealing when his companion drummed scarred fingers impatiently.

Still, it was no small amount of news. Yharnam saw more seasonal traffic than those willing to stay in the city, and to hear that someone, cleric or otherwise, wished to potentially start a family was enough to bring a warm sort of cheer into his tired bones.

"Watch your mouth." Trevor snapped without heat as he studied his cards. A gleam that had nothing to do with the blood or alcohol brightened dark eyes, and this time when he smiled it was vicious.

Djura glanced at his own hand and withheld a wince. He'd counted his good fortunes too soon, it would seem.

"We both know there ain't a woman in this city that would have you or me." Trevor continued blithely, taking a card from the deck and laying down another. "For the better, cause I've heard you snore and it's a wonder we still have a roof over our heads every dawn."

"Piss off." Djura flicked a coin at him in vain hopes that it might bounce off Trevor's shoulder, grumbling when his fellow Keg caught it instead. "I may snore, but you are the worst by far. It's a miracle you haven't broken your neck before the hunt with all the clothes you leave around."

"Thank you mum." The captured coin glinted in Trevor's hand before he tossed it back into the pile. Silence took it's roots between them as they played their turns, pausing occasionally to drink or curse their luck.

"Doesn't really matter." Trevor split off the pile of coins and bonds into even halves, pushing one towards Djura before collecting his own. "Long as they aren't fools and don't hop in too quick, it should turn out well for them."

In a softer voice that few scarcely ever heard he added, "I wish 'em well, come what may. Someone in this bloody city deserves to be happy."

Holding his tongue, Djura nudged the last bit of coin into it's pouch. He blew out the lantern next, slightly more comfortable once they were both plunged into the gentle gloom.

"Keep your head up. There'll be more weddings yet, if we're lucky." Perhaps even some children to run the streets, if the stars were kind and this illness sweeping through the city faded as some claimed it would.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen or heard children playing anywhere, Djura realized. Not even within the more well-off districts.

"Hope so." Trevor's mild reply startled him back to the present, the scrape of his chair loud in the semi-dark. "Burn a light if you need me, Djura. I'll be taking a walk til night fully settles."

Was that brief gleam of gold a play of light from somewhere else? Djura blinked, but it had already gone. It had looked, just for a moment, like his fellow's eyes had glowed.

"Of course. The shop will be open if you need it." The answer came by force of habit, and he pushed the idea from his mind. They'd both had a long day and the night had yet to fully stretch out before them. He was seeing things, that was all.

[emphaticalllymine]

this child has contamination ocd for real I SWEAR TO GOD (i'm allowed to say that as somebody who suffers from it :')) but seriously the whole "you have to wash JUST YOUR HANDS?" and "let MY sink get dirty??? no thanks" are so ocd-core i'm going batshit

watching l.azytown extra now so i need to liveblog more of mine & my husband's headcanons

l.azytown extra takes place an extra year after the events of l.azytown season 4

miss busybody has Officially divorced stingy's dad, so now the mayor is trying to be a good stepfather to him

back in l.azytown season 3, robbie used his animator (the thing that turns dolls to real people) to bring back stephanie (because, y'know, her actress changed) and trick everyone into a long-con. both he AND new-stephanie forgot about this plan, leading to episodes like "who's who?" where he makes an EVIL stephanie clone

stephanie came back just before the events of extra and had a "what the fuck is happening" moment because there were two of her

stephanie also went to dance school for REAL and came back famous, hence how she is able to get background dancers who match her outfits/hair

[shouxryuuxha]

What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?

Do you watch porn?

Have you ever sent nudes of yourself?

(full disclaimer, he's dying inside)

What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?

❛ All cards on the table…the feeling of being bound with silk wrapping--around the neck & to arms that causes it to tighten when you pull or resist…I prefer that than rope. Rope leaves marks & dependent on the day, marks are not bad. Especially when you go back to the marking in the next day & see them, feel them, experience them later with the memories of the night before. Pulling hair from the base is also where you go; never yank from anywhere else. Hm---does that answer the question? ❜

Do you watch porn?

❛ I do not care to watch it. I prefer to experience it--nothing against those who do. Why watch when I can feel. ❜

Have you ever sent nudes of yourself?

❛ No & and I have no intent to. Why offer the stick when I can give the entire carrot. ❜

[mrfunnybone]

🌭 MEET THE MUSE.

RULES: Don’t reblog, repost. 🌭 TAGGED BY: @flametendingbartender at some undisclosed point in time.  🌭 TAGGING: the fellow you saw with a funny hat. and @battleshell. @ladydreemurr, too. @puzzlebones, go for it. oh yeah, and you, buddy. 

► NAME ➭ “sans. sans the skeleton.”  ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭     “you mean am i sans a relationship?”  ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭      “sure, why not.”  ► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭     “sure, why not.”  ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ “never were.” 

🌭 NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭  “earth.”  ► HAIR COLOR ➭ “invisible.” ► EYE COLOR ➭ “not invisible.”  ► BIRTHDAY ➭  “the day i was born.”  ► MOOD ➭ “rings.” 

► GENDER ➭ “male.” ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ “don’t matter.”  ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ “afternoon.”

🌭 EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭  “skip.”  ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ “or first sound.”  ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭  “them.”  ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ “skip.”  ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ “skip.”  ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ “nah.” ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER?➭ “not much of a secret if i knew.”  ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ “once. it was real slippery.” 

🌭 SIX CHOICES!

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ “lost.”  ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ “iced tea.”  ► CATS OR DOGS ➭ “rock.” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ “a few.” ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN➭ “depends on your definition of “wild” or “romantic”.”  ► DAY OR NIGHT  ➭ “daght.” 

🌭 FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS!

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ “not by you.”  ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “never trust stairs, they’re always up to something.”  ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ “yeah.”  ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭ “sure.” 

🌭  FIVE PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ “smeyes.”  ► FAT OR SKINNY ➭ “that’s a human thing.”  ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “don’t matter.”  ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ “intellraction.”  ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ “skip.”

🌭 FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ “Paps the best.”  ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “messed down, really.”  ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ “yup.”  ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “not yet.” 

🌭 FRIENDS!

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ “don’t tell rocky.”  ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ “define “all”.”  ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ your mom. oh, and grillby.  ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “...it’s rude to talk about someone who’s listening.” 

[mihariori]

14. Is your muses morality compliance or does it follow a strict set of rules?

       Questions for Problematic/Villain muses

Izaya....doesn't engage much in morality. He'd definitely a 'morals are relative' kind of person. He's got a sense of them, probably most defined mostly by what society told him was right and wrong. But he also probably found a lot of it more arbitrary or not. Whatever personal 'right and wrong' he knows he mostly ignores for whatever the hell he wants to do though. So it comes down more to what he wants to do and what he doesn't.

[ancientsith]

what kind of villain are you?

                                    righteously evil

you've been hurt. what you're doing is wrong. there is no doubt. but it's what you need to do. you were not going to roll over and let it just happen. so you did what you had to. and you will continue doing what you had to. when you die, its with fury in your eyes. your opponent says you're stubborn, having kept this up for this long. you laugh, and spit in their face. you curse them until your very last breath.

tagged: @congeriemgriseo​ tagging: all y’all

[kingofdesert]

WHAT IS YOUR ANGER TYPE?

Consuming

You have the right morals. You don't want to lose your temper but it is your greatest flaw. Its claws grip you and choke you out until it has its way with you. If you can remove yourself from the situation before that happens you will find sanctuary. If not, the devastation you can cause is unrivaled. You will not explode on everything around you. Rather, ALL of your anger, that has been bottled will explode on the one person who happened to trigger it. They will not stand a chance against your temper. You have the devil in you. You cannot tame it but you can walk away before it shows it's face. The cursed ones.

Tagged by: No one, I found it. Tagging: @doctorxdeath @godlivesonthemoon  @chillin-at-partys-bar @eyesofcuriosity @advocateofheaven @seraphiixa @luazasvogel​ and whoever wants to do this!

[mysticombo]

Name: Liza Nickname: Ran (by the old couple), Kid Age: 22 (by SM/USUM); 12 (during ORAS) Birthday: February 3 Sun Sign: Aquarius Height: 163 cm (5′4″) by SM/USUM || 147 cm (4″10′) during ORAS Occupation: Mossdeep Gym Leader, Secret Guardian of Mt. Pyre Older FC: Kurebayashi Yuzuki from WIXOSS

Synopsis:

Of the twins, Liza is the open, gregarious one, the one who comes up with the idea of all the pranks and games, carrying the initiative to pull all of them. She’s the first to point out whenever someone’s nearby and drag them into activities, whether pranks or the like. Liza’s the fearless sort, jumping from tops of trees and cliffs and using her ability to catch herself in midair all while terrifying her twin. While she gives off the impression that they’re attached to the hip, she’s fiercely independent. Fire and passion, she reflects the pyromancy she tries desperately to hide.

However, out of the two of them, she’s the two faced one. She’s the one who’s the most distrustful of people, not wanting them to grow attached to them and thoroughly believing that they’re better than others, although she generally plays it of as simply being her usual playful self. She’s the one who wouldn’t bat an eye to someone else getting hurt for the sake of their own entertainment.  

Fears: losing her twin, fire Ability Focus: telepathy, pyrokinetic, levitation 

Name: Tate Nickname: Fuu (by the old couple), Kid Age: 22 (by SM/USUM); 12 (during ORAS) Birthday: February 3 Sun Sign: Aquarius Height:  163 cm (5′4″) by SM/USUM || 145 cm (4′9″) during ORAS Occupation: Mossdeep Gym Leader, Secret Guardian of Mt. Pyre Older FC: Kurebayashi Kazuki from WIXOSS

Synopsis:

Of the twins, Tate is the more reserved one. He indulges in his sisters antics, often easily persuaded to join in her pranks and games. While his sister is the one who comes with the finer details to pranks, he’s the one who comes up with the basis of the ideas and unwittingly comes up with the plans. When the two of them are together, he seems calm and collected, and overall less attached to his sibling. However, when he’s alone, he’s often worrying about her and seemingly distracted. He’s the more vulnerable of the two, kind and easily gullible when she’s not around.

Between the two of them, he’s the nicer one. He’s the one more likely to help someone else out for the sake of it. Even if he can be quite gullible when it concerns his sister, he’s more obviously untrusting, but the one whose trust is easier to earn. He’s the one who protests about milking the Space Center for presents when they know they’re never really going to help them out. Between the two of them, he’s the one who would have regrets when one of their pranks hurt someone.

Fears: losing his twin, drowning Ability Focus: telepathy, telekinesis, levitation

Other than the fact they’re talented psychics, they’re secret guardians of mt. pyre and the orbs that reside there, which is why they were allowed in the league. The only ones who know of this are the old couple, the higher members of the pokemon association, and the person who had brought them into the League — steven stone, canon dependent.

Before the event in mt pyre, liza was the more responsible twin. They’ve also unlocked some of their powers due to their near death experience at mt. pyre.

They were found by an elderly couple at the top of mt. pyre holding the two orbs. Officially, the elderly couple are their guardians, but due to the fact they never leave the mt. unless bad stuff happens, they’re more so raised by the league and look to each of the gym leaders and the elite as family.

At one point they were rumored to be legendary pokemon turned human.

They’re the kind of kids who’d shoot up a bit when they grow older. By the time they reached twenty-one, they’ve grown to 5'4".

They tend to appear much younger than they actually are and are entirely aware of it. Instead of getting annoyed, they actually use it to their benefit — for example, getting away with plenty of pranks and candy and other fun (mostly harmless) things.

The birthday listed is the one celebrated and noted by public. They actually celebrates a month later as it was when the twins were found. The old couple had guessed them to be a month old, so they had placed their ‘birthday’ a month earlier than that.