#𝐓𝐖 : death mention.

[wickedslip]

What if... what if it was Nausi that was the antichrist all along. I just squeezed what little left I had out of my brain when speaking to Ella:

What if she is the real reason behind everything that happened. Now the Nikolai thing? NO NO NO. Like for instance, what if the l'anticristus was never Damien to begin with. You know it has always been WOMEN that has been frowned upon throughout history. That (so it has been mansplained) they are the ones that tempted man, tempted Adam with the fruit. What if she is really the anti, and she is basically Lilith reversed. So while everyone is waiting on DAMIEN, it's really her. And she is what they were waiting on. Their apparent SALVATION.

And the whole reason Nikolai was murdered was because they knew she was there to stay and they didn't need him any further. That he was the backup in case if something happened to her before she joined the coven.

BUT THE PROVERBIAL THORN IN THE SIDE : Nausi HATES the coven. And there is a reason she was born with all this power. She has powers that are supposed to be the exact version of The AntiChrist, who everyone is expecting to be masculine, and she was conceived as his earthly counterpart But what if it was JUST her ALL ALONG. Her against the coven and Deucalion: I'll bring him back my fucking self.

And that also means that Deucalion, FATHER OF THE YEAR, was really the diavolo's vessel to concoct Nausi. She knew that mother fucker was bad news from the jump.

THANK U @damnatore for supporting me on my BS. AHHHH.

[wickedslip]

this hurts so baddddd no no no no no please just.

nausicaä thorn + kol mikaelson visual edits. featuring @wickedslip.

and i know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem but if i know you i know what you'll do you'll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream

[theyluvlyss]

Hey!! you mentioned you wanted to write for tbp a while back, idk if ur still down but if so could I please get some robin hcs??

♡♡

𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧...

...I figured I'd use this as an opportunity to expand on all of the black phone boys, plus gwen, because... because I fucking can lmfao. so yeah, along with robin, I'll add finney, gwen, bruce, billy, vance, and griffin, if that's okay :)🖤.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥/𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

《 ♡ 》 headcannons

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

lyssa's personal rendition of the ghost boys + gwen (except the difference is that I'm 100% totally right and everyone else is wrong, so ya😙🖤✨️) ((I'm kidding, plz don't attack me)). also, prepare, because this is probably going to be sooo long lmao...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

none

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

1978 (plus some time afterward) - "if they lived" hdcns

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing - mentions of death/abuse/brutality - me getting passionate (hence why this is so long) - spoilers (if you somehow haven't seen the movie by this point💀) - autism/adhd related topics - highly encourage shifters to use whatever I've written here as black phone shift-inspo because I know the movie doesn't give us a lot to go on for the boys personality-wise (also, tag me in your drs, guys, I'm so nosy😆♡)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 :

I gotta get this off my chest before I forget and go insane, but oh my god, Finney is NOT the crybaby some of y'all make him out to be😹. That boy cried once in the entire one hour and forty-three minute runtime of the whole movie, okay? And it was when he was at his VERY LOWEST point during said movie/events, okay? Okay.

Y'all are fr gonna have to drop that narrative, because if it really came down to it, boy could talk mad shit and spread rumors like wildfire. All it takes is one little whisper to Bruce😆🤭...

Now that that's settled...

I feel like he's very non-confrontational as a person, though, fs. Like, if he's put in a position where his well-being/life is/may be on the line (😃...), then yeah, he'll do his best to stick up for himself. But otherwise, his main, favorite, and works-90%-of-the-time tactic is to just avoid conflict and places where it might occur altogether.

Also, I definitely think he's autistic. Like, no way he's not. Hyperfix? Space, obviously. Especially rockets, and then the science behind space/the things in space. I don't see him as a fan of loud noises, either (especially when we consider his upbringing). He also seems to not have the best handle on social cues/is awkward (but I guess that can also be perceived as a neurotypical trait, too, so idk). I also feel like he's defo a stickler for texture. Won't eat certain foods or wear certain fabrics,,, needs things to be a specific type of feeling/way for him to operate as usual, you feel me?

Having complete (emotional?) shutdowns when he's not in a positive mood and/or environment, only really having a logical way of thinking until the tasks/emotions run a bit too high and then he breaks down... I could go on, this really all seems like solid evidence to me, ngl🤷🏽‍♀️.

Bro just like me fr. Anyways.

I also think he's a huge fan of routine, especially simple ones that he can remember. Or, if/when a task is somehow connected to an object/person/other task? Yeah, his brain loves that.

He's a Cancer (birthday - July 10th), but I definitely think he's got Capricorn in his chart somewhere, too.

I might've brought this up before in another post, but I definitely think Finney would take/find interest in astrology. Maybe not actually believe in it or take it as seriously as the next person, but he'd definitely respects it because, while he's more of an astronomy guy, focusing on the logical aspects of space and stars and shit, astrology delves into a more spiritual and belief-based aspect, and he likes the thought of the stars that he loves having meanings and things that correspond to, not only your life, but to who you may be as a person.

Kind of like a little bit of insight, a look-see, on who someone is. So, with that, he definitely knows his own star sign and is happy to answer when asked.

"Oh, I'm a Cancer :). What are you?" And would probably find himself either asking or doing research on his own time on your/a person's answer to his rebound question.

A raging bisexual if I've ever seen one (I am one so I would know🫶🏽) (I give him the certified stamp of bi-ness, dw guys, I gave him proper clearance🫶🏽). Tell me he wasn't looking at Donna and Robin the same way. Actually, don't tell me, because if you say anything other than, "You're so right, Lyss😻‼️" I'm blocking you♡.

But in all seriousness, I feel like Finney himself didn't realize he felt the same feelings that he does for Donna for Robin until after he got with Donna (like,,, bro didn't clock it was the same feeling, nor that he even swung that way at all, until after the fact,,, does that make sense?). Sometimes, you just have those moments of clarity about yourself later on, I was kind of the same way.

Anyways, cat person to the third degree max. Only likes small dogs, and anything bigger than like,,, those little, fluffy ass dogs, he starts tweakin' real bad🥴💀. I don't blame him fr, though. Dogs are loud "BARK BARK🗣‼️" all in yo face, lick-lick, hyperactive, unpredictable... I could not deal, and neither could he.

I'm not saying cats are any more predictable or that they don't have their own cons, but hey, everyone has their preferences, and he just prefers cats🤷🏽‍♀️.

LOVEEESSS sugary/sweet tasting stuff. The type to always be craving a little sweet treat after dinner (genuinely, he does eat all the ice cream, he really tries to hold back for Gwen, but,,,😔✋🏽), or throughout the day, all he'll be thinking about is a crisp, cold soda.

😃💀His teeth are gonna be wrecked by the time he's thirty-five lol anyways...

He also loves a good crafting session. Could honestly spend hours in his room cutting up paper and pictures, building model rockets, making paper dolls for Gwen. He just really likes stuff he can sit, hunker down, and really focus on. Likes having his attention drawn, so things like crafting, watching TV, scrapbooking, etc. is really good/fun for him. Billy is DEFINITELY his picture plug, btw.

No way Finney isn't itching by the door for Billy to come by so he can be updated on the latest things added in the paper. Or, if his dad gets to it first, he's reminding him not to throw it out until he gets back home from school so he can still sort through it for what he wants.

Speaking of Gwen, I do fully believe that Finney was the one braiding her hair every morning before school. Not doubting their father's girl-dad skills or anything✋🏽😃✋🏽,,, but that man was barely coherent enough to not slur his words in every sentence, and you expect me to believe he was worried about making that girl's head look pretty for school? Girl, anyways💀✋🏽.

She probably asked him one day and he was like, "Gwenny, it's school, not a fashion show😐🍺."

For sure, it was her mom doing it every other day. So yeah, when she passed, Finney figured he wouldn't let tradition die along with her. He learned and would braid/style her hair for school however she wanted.

Umm, I think that's all I got, other than... like,,,

RIP Finney Blake, you would've gone feral watching The Sandlot😔🙏🏽.

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𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 :

She reminds me so, SO much of my little sister, so a lot of this might be me projecting her (my lil sis) onto Gwen🤭💀.

A little brat, but in the best/silliest way. Like yeah, she'll tease you and talk all that shit and lowkey kinda bully you, but bro, it's all love fr🫶🏽😙. If anything, if she's being extra polite and courteous to you, it's probably because you're someone she just met, or because she really dislikes you and is hoping that you'll catch onto her fakeness so she can exit stage left of the conversation lmao.

Another raging bi-in-training lollll. I'm sorry, but she's totally one of the girlies who never got a ken/boy doll so she had to "improvise" and "pretend" one of her girl dolls was a boy💀✋🏽. Like, girl, anyways, you know seeing Cher live on TV for the first time had you rethinking your entire life, don't deny it lmfao🤭🩷💜💙.

She has a very particular sense of style, like,,, has certain statement pieces and outfits she likes to mix and match, and only she really gets it, but it fits/suits her. Plus, some of it is from her mom, so ofc she has to rep it fr✊🏽.

Once broke a girl's shin (as in, yes, Gwen kicked it that fucking hard), because another girl had said the pair of earrings she wore that day were ugly. Now, to be fair, the girl couldn't have known they were Gwen's dead mother's earrings, but bitch, didn't anybody tell you if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say shit at all🤨? Exactly. Mind your manners or get your shin kicked in😙♡.

Speaking of, contrary to the movie (yup, I go against canon, idc, sue me), I feel like she is NOT a fair/honorable fighter at all (or a trained one, for that matter). Especially if you're hurting someone she loves (so Finney, obvs). She's biting, pulling hair, grabbing anything she can use as a weapon, outnumbering you if she can somehow recruit ppl; she gives no fucks.

And you can't talk her out of it, either. She's dead set on two facts; 1. If you attack me, I assume my life is at stake, and I'm fighting you as such. If you wanna call that unfair, idk, maybe you shouldn't have thrown hands with me🤷🏻‍♀️. 2. I don't start shit, I finish it. I won't throw the first punch, but if you do, anything I do to you afterward is self-defense🤷🏻‍♀️.

Robin and Vance have tried to teach her otherwise - y'know... give her the ol' dignity and honor speech - but sheeee...

She wasn't listenin' to that shit bro bffr💀✋🏽.

And while yes, she didn't take that piece of advice from him the one time, anything else that leaves Vance's mouth might as well be damn near close to Jesus speaking directly to her😭. She's practically got a crush on Vance, and it's so obnoxious, it's not even funny.

The girl will go off with her little girl friends and basically stalk him (guys, let's not act like teenage girls aren't literally insane😻💀) and often, she enjoys his fights and is finding literally any and every way to just even have a conversation with him. Vance,,, has not caught on at all, but it's probably for the best💀✋🏽.

He sees her as another one of his sisters, at most. Annoying, yet charming in her own way, and is always sure to give her some half-assed advice; "I don't wanna see your ass outside when the street lights come on, got it?" "Yup🫡😻!!" And occasionally gives her a fight-related tip.

Same thing with Robin, but to a much lesser degree. It's more like a fond admiration, like, that's basically a second older brother. Has and will continue to scarf down any food he brings over, even if it wasn't even for her. And if he gets pressed, she'll just-

"It's me appreciating it 'cause your stuff is good😃😇...!" "😐🧍🏽" And then she's running off to avoid any scoldings.

I feel like Gwen is a very ambitious person. Doesn't take no shit, which can make her stubborn at times, but at the end of the day, she always finds what she's looking for and/or gets the answers she needs. Ambitious and persistent.

Definitely a go-getter type, which was why she even took the time to read up more on her little ability, what it means, etcetc. Miss girl wanted answers, she was going to find 'em🤷🏽‍♀️.

I have no clue when her birthday is (if someone knows it, TELL ME👹), but for now, I hdcn she's either a Taurus, Leo, Gemini, Cancer or Virgo (some of those also being in her chart as well, if that makes sense).

She is so totally, undeniably, and authentically 🎀🩷✨️girl✨️🩷🎀 like,,, idk how to explain. Like, yeah, she's rough around the edges, and her mouth is trash, and her attitude is up the wall, but oHMYGOD, SHE'S THE GIRLIEST GIRL through it all, somehow. It's so sweet and cute.

The type to spend time dressing up her dolls and making sure her dollhouse is in PERFECT shape after just rolling around in the mud. Has Finney braid up her hair in all these intricate, detailed ways just to get her comb stuck in them in matted knots a minute later. Only uses purple, pink, and yellow pens for her school work/notes, but she inherited her dad's shitty handwriting, so yeah, you can barely read that shit...but it looks pretty as hell, don't it😌? Does her nails allll of the time, but will immediately do other things right after, barely letting them dry, which leads to them smudging and looking a little messy.

Things like that just make her who she is. They make her ✨️Gwen✨️, y'know?

Also, her favorite color is yellow. Random, but idc, it makes perfect sense.

RIP Gwen Blake, you would've loved White Chicks😔🙏🏽.

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𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐨 :

- before his death -

He's an Aquarius (birthday - February 2nd, which is literally two days before mine🤭💜🧡), but he's definitely got Libra and/or Leo somewhere in his chart, for sure.

I feel like he's the type to think/say none of that "astrology shit" matters, but then know his whole entire chart, top to bottom, and only wants to know/cares about the charts of people close to him. And I bet you he only did it because Finney brought it up once, and he wanted to know what the hell he was talking about💀.

While on the topic of Finney, tho, he probably had eyes on Finn since day one. Wanted to befriend him since the sandbox days, but didn't really have an excuse until he found out he was being bullied. Thought maybe one day Finn would fight back, but he never did, soooo😗...

Robin got to step in😈. And then all it took was landing on a common interest, and 💥BOOM💥. 4lyfers🤞🏽.

I feel like Robin also feels his feelings pretty deeply, more so than people realize, but again, he's definitely not finna let you know that. The type to cry it out/cuss people out quietly under his breath/vent to himself when he's absolutely sure he's alone, and then act like he never did it at all. And shit, he's good at hiding it. You'd probably never even know unless you were close with him or he flat out told you.

He's kind of a show-off, if anything😭. Just a little bit, nothing crazy, but he does get a kick out of "proving a point" beating the breaks off of someone "for the crowd". Or just anything he's skilled at; he might not actively seek the attention, but god, he hopes someone is watching, 'causeeeeee😗😙.

He was definitely taught to fight from his father, but continued to go to boxing classes after he went off to war and never came home. Robin would go wherever he could find them/they were offered (bonus points if they're free), spending a lot of time brushing up on technique, form, whatever. Even takes the time to actually read up on more, study it; does better with visual stuff, though, like pictures or videos or someone showing/guiding him, things like that.

That round-kick ain't just pure talent, y'know😌 (he'd definitely argue otherwise, tho).

He has a whole bandana collection that he's super proud of and kind of just started, but that green one is signature. Something his father left behind, and, like Gwen,,, my man's gotta rep it, you feel me😌✊🏽. Literally ONLY let's his mom touch it, and that's only to wash it. Off limits to every and anybody else, even his own uncle, and everyone knows it, too. The other bandanas are free game, though.

Robin was often given cooking lessons from his mom, and he found he likes to bake, too, but can't bake for shit. It always comes out completely burnt or not at all like he was expecting (it makes him so sad, too😭 like, bro just wants to make his own tres leches instead of having to wait for special occasions,,, is that too much to ask😫?).

A horror movie nut from day one. Definitely something that startled/disturbed his mother for a little while, but she got over it💀✋🏽.

He's not in it for the scares or anything, but for the production (although he loves and cherishes the semi-rare times where he actually jumps). He's actively studying the movies, what makes them good vs. bad, the actors, the lighting, the music, atmosphere, dialog, everything. Even watched the really cheesy, awful, bad ones. He's thought about hashing out some faint ideas he's had, maybe in script format, but really just didn't have the skill for that just yet. So, he stuck to just observing for the time being.

His favorite trope is "everybody dies". Doesn't mind a good "final girl/boy" or a "beat the shit out of the bad guy/murderer/ghost" ending, either.

...Robin realized/knew he couldn't fight The Grabber, but was super salty/petty about it. Would scratch and bite at him like a damn dog, kicked at him, made it really difficult for The Grabber to literally exist in that basement with him (which was why his death was quick, you alr know The Grabber was 'bout sick of his ass lmfao). Fought like hell until the end and thought about his dad the wholeee time.

Very- .... SUPER annoyed when he woke back up in the basement,,, livid when he saw The Grabber walk in with Finney...

- if he had lived -

I wouldn't put a label on Robin, and neither would he himself, to be honest. Like, even "unlabeled" is a label to him. He truly has the "If they're hot, they're hot🤷🏽" mindset and pretty much has his whole life.

Doesn't even really see the need for labels at all, but if you tried to get him going on that, he'd be more than likely to wave it off so he didn't have to go through the trouble of being misunderstood when trying to explain.

He totally would've been a movie buff/critique. Hell, probably would've made his way into the industry on some film student type shit🤭. Not the best when it comes to actually writing shit out or explaining exactly what he means, but when he has a vision, he has a VISION. Trust the process, fr🤞🏽.

Is totally the target audience for all that action-packed shit. Rocky, Karate Kid, Top Gun,,, very male, very g u y, very macho-manly lmao. Might possibly even be a weakness, like,,, he really can't resist that stuff (not as passionate as he is for the horror genre, tho).

I feel like he would get really into the rap/hip-hop scene. Would also fw r&b mad heavy, love him some Michael Jackson, even dresses diff to kind of fit with that aesthetic...

Couldn't bring himself to cut his hair, though, he's too attached😭. That's absolutely staying, or at least getting braided up or something.

Actually, he was straightening/perming his hair a lot of the time, mostly when he was coming up, but eventually stopped and let it grow its naturally wavy pattern. He would cut off the dead hair as it grew more and healthier (never fully chopped/buzzed it off, though, bc again,,, he couldn't bare to lose the length), and he eventually learned to take proper care of it.

(We love happy, healthy, natural hair over here, y'all lmfao😻‼️).

Would definitely cook for his mom, both when asked and just because he felt like it (or if he's craving something specific for dinner that evening, he'll pull the, "Ama, let me cook tonight, I love you🥰." card so he can get away with cooking what he wants lmfao). Sometimes, he'll send his uncle off with leftovers for work or just make his own lunch for school, boxing, or going to work with his uncle, shit like that.

Still hasn't quite grasped onto baking yet, though. Still burns most of his stuff and has totally given up on making cookies (he's fs the type to end up with one, giant, morphed ass cookie on the sheet and he just has to stare at it in pure disbelief like ">:0..." lmao💀) ...

MASTERED THE FUCKIN' TRES LECHES, THO, LET'S GOOOO🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️💯💯💯

Robin has friendly beef with Bruce bc fym you playing against my man🤨? I think tf not, Finney better win or "...that's your ass, Yamada." Won't actually do anything, tho, Bruce is cool people fr lmao.

More on him as a person, though, I feel like he'd definitely realize he's one helluva looker one day and DEFINITELY use it to his advantage. Charmer, but in a corny way that makes you shake your head and sigh type beat. Not really a romantic, but has and will make exceptions for the right people at the right time.

Even before that, though, he was always kinda cocky and it really only got "worse" for lack of a better word💀😭. Like, he's cute/hot, and he KNOWS it, but he's still gonna play clueless as if he's not looking at you with those big brown eyes and giving you a knowing smirk. Gets away with entirely too much, fs.

Robin's also a certified yapper. Doesn't even have to know you. You give him one good reason to like you or he hears you say something even mildly relating to one of his interests, he'll just start talking to you like he knows you (it's how he's made a lot of his friends, ngl, he's just outgoing and relatively friendly).

Talks mad shit, too. Bro's no better than a woman😭. Gets all the tea from the beauty shop/salon where his mom be going. It's okay, tho, because he's got such good energy and is a charmer in his own way (like I said), so it's hard to dislike him or to want to turn him away from your ongoing convos.

Laughs at everything, but says nothing (if that makes sense). He's sooo... "Nah, nah, it's just...🤭💀*more giggling*"

Bro is just a dork, he's easy to make laugh/entertain, not as stoic as most ppl think he is (regardless of the resting bitch face he chronically suffers from). Dare I say, he's lowkey a little bit manic pixie dream boy coded. No, I won't elaborate♡.

One like on this fic equals one step closer to a cure for Robin's RBF😔🧡.

Only does edibles. He's so scared of something ever happening to his lungs (health class traumatized him, no joke. He saw that model of the charred, black lungs from smoking, and that was all it took. He won't inhale SHIT that's not oxygen bro lmfao💀😭✋🏽).

Would probably cry if his mom caught him smoking anything anyway, so it never even occured to him to try it. He can hide being high, but he knows damn well you can't hide the smell of that shit, so gummies it is🍃✨️☁️.

RIP Robin Arellano, you would've been geeked at the fact that the Halloween franchise is still going 3-5 decades later😔🙏🏽.

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𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 :

- before his death -

I feel like he got moved around a lot as a kid because his dad was a military brat or whatever (a classic hardass type with The Abuser Mustache™) ((if you don't know what I mean by the mustache look, think about/look up Chloe's stepdad from Life Is Strange)).

It didn't matter where he went/was/moved, though, because it was a dysfunctional home life regardless. Mom and dad always fighting, no real stable income (one of those things where it was like,,, sometimes they came off as well-off and be spoiled, and sometimes, they were going to an off-brand thrift shop for cheap clothes and other necessities), things like that.

So when his dad left, it definitely left a mark on everyone in the house. Bittersweet type of thing because while yes, he was a dickwad, he was still their dad and he cared for them in his own, fucked up way (part of why Vance is so angy😞).

I don't give not one good fuck what anyone says, Jim Hopper (Stranger Things) is that boy's uncle, idcidc😻✨️!!

(I love connecting fandoms thru coinkydink headcannons♡).

Vance is a middle child who has all sisters (five, to be exact. One eldest who's college age, a second eldest who's about a year or two younger than the oldest, one that's basically his irish twin, a younger sister around Gwen's age, and then a baby sister who's still in diapers). And absolutely he would go to bat for all of them (especially them two youngest, he don't play about them and he spoils them to death if/when he can).

Woman dominated house fr, and probably a big part of the reason he isn't fully/entirely off the rails (AND WHY HE WOULD N O T TREAT WOMEN LIKE SHIT. Again, I'm sorry but y'all gonna have to drop the narrative of him treating girls and/or fem readers like absolute dogwater. He knows ENTIRELY better, he's not a crazy monster, bro probably wouldn't even enjoy cussing at you, let alone calling you out of your name with things like "dipshit" and "cunt" and "fuckface" in a "loving" way all of the time, like absolutely not,,, I could go more into this but that's for the next set of hdcns I'm going to pos-...oop, I've said too much🤭- MOVING ON...!).

Speaking of cussing, though... Regardless of what I just said before, I feel like it doesn't mean he still wouldn't curse. Like, no, that boy can work his mouth REAL good. He probably started talking from an early age, too. Dude's first word(s) was probably something really sweet/cute, or something just absolutely vile, no in between💀😭. Maybe both.

Over time, though, he learned when and when not to do so. Like, when/where it was appropriate for him to cuss and when not to. For example, he'll cuss with/at his friends, in front of adults he doesn't know/doesn't give a shit about. But in more professional settings like school or whatever, he'll tone it down because he's trying NOT to get in trouble more than he already has (doesn't mean it's worked, but hey, at least he tried lmao). He cusses at home, yes, he'll cuss around his mom but not AT her, huge difference. Has cussed out his father plenty of times, cops as well. Won't cuss around the younger sisters, but will with/at the older ones. Point is, he's good at gaging the situation.

He's a Leo (birthday - August 10th), but for some reason, I think there's maybe some Pisces in his chart?? I...idk, don't question my madness✋🏽🥴✋🏽. But yeah, he couldn't give two fucks less about birth charts. That stuff not only means nothing to him, but he thinks it's really stupid, too. The only reason he even knows his own sign is because of one of his sisters, and that's it. Knows nothing about what being a Leo entails, doesn't care to find out, and will probably look at you crazy if you bring it up.

He has this fixation with pinball because there was always a machine or a place that had one close by, no matter where he went; he'd used it to drown out memories/high emotions, but now is just addicted to playing it, even when he's not pissed off💀. He was real pissy one day, played it, WON,,, and since then, he hasn't really felt a joy/satisfaction like it. Angry/upset feelings immediately morphed into, "Holy shit, I fucking won...!!" And that was it, he was hooked. Bro probably has the highest score on so many machines across the midwest area and doesn't even know he has this "nobody can beat this mystery Vance guy" reputation states away or something💀✋🏽.

Another thing he uses to distract/sooth himself is music. Not a full music geek or anything, but LOVVVESSS rock/metal music (if you couldn't already tell given his style). Kiss, Metallica, all of that shit. Was dreaming for the day he either got an electric guitar as a Christmas or birthday gift or for when he could save up for his own.

And, because he wanted to further mimic all the cool rockstars he was seeing coming up, he tried a cigarette ONCE, and he ended up hating that shit💀. He fr wanted to see the appeal so bad, too, but he just can't, and side-eyes people whenever he sees them smoke, now.

"Their breath is fucking rank, I just know it..." "They're literally addicted, Vance, they cant help it." "They need to be addicted to a fucking toothbrush and some mint gum🫢🤢."

Like Robin, when Vance got snatched, he fucked with and was doing his best to beat the breaks off The Grabber until the bitter end. He had a better advantage, too, because he's much bigger, so he definitely got good licks in - which led to The Grabber starving him so that he was too weak to fight back so yes, he took his time with Vance, made his death hurt, which just kinda left Vance feeling pissed off and hopeless until he died.

- if he had lived -

He definitely would've learned to calm down a bit; some time and talks with his mother and sisters, some warning calls from Uncle Jim, the threat of actual prison and not just "juvie for a couple of days" eventually set him straight. Still quick to anger, but he doesn't practically kill people anymore😃👍🏽. Don't ... Don't fuck with his pinball machine, though, that's still a very active warning/threat on his behalf.

He also gained a sense of moral justice, so even if he did decide to go apeshit (y'know, for old times sake), it'd be for a valid reason, ngl.

That lady from the Grab'n'Go store fs gave him that pinball machine at one point (replaced it with a lamer game or something, like Pac-Man or whatever). When she straight up realized Vance wasn't going to let anyone else touch that shit, let alone beat his high score, which meant she wasn't getting any business with it, she basically just-

"Ykw, just take it😐". ... "...What :0??"

He was clueless as hell, too, genuinely had NO IDEA why she would give him the ENTIRE MACHINE TO KEEP FOR FREEEEE, but was VERY grateful. His mom even tried to get him to give it back, but that woman insisted😭. "I don't know what you think I'm supposed to do with it if you won't let anyone else touch it, Vance. Just keep it and stop wrecking my store."

He didn't at first, has no clue when or how it happened, but very suddenly and intensely grew a guilty-pleasure liking for superheroes. Really likes The Hulk and X-Men comics and has stacks of them he's both bought and stolen collecting in his room.

Sometimes, he rips them up and makes posters out of them, like,,, rips out certain characters or speech bubbles he likes or whole pages and then plasters them around his room.

Relating to superheroes, kind of... You wouldn't think it, but he's got that Spider-Man mentality where it's like,,, he's always looking out for the little guy. When his sense of moral kicked in, he wasn't just fighting for no reason anymore. Now he was fighting if he saw some fuckers talking mad shit or doing something he knew was wrong on their part, so he'd set 'em straight. Would make sure people he didn't have problems with weren't getting picked on.

Also has a high respect for Robin because he essentially does the same shit, and because while Vance has the size advantages, Robin has the skill advantages that he doesn't. The feeling is mutual, too.

Is very confused and awkward when he is told/finds out girls have crushes on him. Very much like🧍🏼‍♂️.

Not opposed, just... bro don't know what to do with that info, and he sure as hell aint making the first move💀✋🏽.

He's more of a close bond, has to have already been best friends first, and then develop feelings along the way, typa guy. Likes real and close connections that actually have a chance at lasting (especially considering his childhood consisted of a lot of moving around, never really getting to keep friends, etcetc).

RIP Vance Hopper, you would've loved Thunderstruck by AC/DC but slowed and reverbed😔🙏🏽.

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 ��𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 :

- before his death -

I'm not even gonna lie,,, think of your average, white, classic, all-american poster family from the movies,,, That was his life. Stay at home, quirky mom, breadwinner businessman father, bratty little brother, rebellious older sister, golden retriever dog, snow white cat, nice suburban house with a front lawn and a backyard with a grill and pool, all of that😭.

He's lowkey kinda spoiled, too, for the listed reasons above lmao. Not in a bad way, but sometimes he says or does things that are a little tone deaf and you're just like "😃..." But I mean, if you communicate well enough, he's more inclined to understand.

It's just cultural/environmental difference, fr, that's all lmao.

Billy was doing the paper boy gig to save up for a car. A specific one, too (defo a car guy, I feel like).

I couldn't give details, but I just feel it in my nuggets, he was saving up for a specific car and my boy was DETERMINED, too. Bro was DEDICATED to getting this fucking car. Everyone around him knew it, like he made it very clear his only goal in life at the moment was to get that car lmfao.

I feel like he's a very detail-oriented person, but in the way where it's like,,, Very adhd-coded. Won't clean his room because "It's an oragnized mess, don't touch anything, I know exactly where everything is" type beat. Or like, whenever he has multiple tasks to complete, he'll do that thing where he'll stand somewhere and just start glitching lmfao like when you give a sim too many tasks at once.

He also really likes making lists. But then all of his lists get jumbled up, so he's gotta find the right list for the right stuff LMFAO it's silly, he's silly.

I also think he's a good writer and takes interest in books and poetry. Wouldn't write poetry, but would read it a lot. But definitely has half-assed, pending ideas for his own original stories/books.

And comics, too, he really likes graphic novels, things that have both descriptions and pictures that correspond with one another.

Like Vance, he also really likes superheroes, but unlike him, he's always been into comics and stuff since he was little, so the interest didn't just pop out of nowhere. Not really a Marvel guy. He leans more towards DC, so his favorites are Aquaman and Superman.

He also loves cartoons. Like, to an unhealthy amount. There he is every morning, sat right in front of the TV, no matter how many times his parents have told him to back tf up before he ruins his eyes, with a piping hot cup of coffee, glued to the screen running all of his favorite cartoons lmao. I don't think he'd ever grow out of it, either. He'd be in his 40s-50s, totally adapted to the newer cartoons like The Amazing World Of Gumball or whatever lmao.

You can pry the original Scooby-Doo from his cold, dead hands, though💀.

Billy's a Sagittarius (birthday - December 12th), but I think he also has come Capricorn, Libra, and/or Cancer in his chart. He just seems like a very chill, curious, and understanding person, which can either make people really like him at first or misjudge him (maybe even dislike) him. But at the end of the day, he's very secure in himself and who he is. He knows what he's got going on. And like I said, he loves to learn further and understand, so it's not like he's ever going to purposefully cause problems or anything.

If at all, I think he's also a non-confrontational person, much like Finney. He stays in his own lane, does his very best to avoid conflict, and while sure, he's got a lot of scattered friends from different areas and walks of life and whatever, it's that way for a reason😭. He's just a good dude fr!

He's also more outspoken than you would think at first. Can definitely hold and even start a friendly conversation, and honestly... TAKE HIM TO YOUR PARENTS👹👏🏽‼️. Adults love him, he's very polite and courteous, and they find him funny because he can for SURE crack a well-timed joke.

I mean it, too, I think Billy definitely has a way with words and comedy. He's so on par with all different types of humor, so once he picks up on yours, oh my god, he'll have you crying-laughing lmao.

Like Vance, he's good at cussing, he will cuss you the fuck out with his sassy, petty ass💀✋🏽. Knows better than to cuss in front of adults (like I said, they love him, and he plans to keep it that way lmao), and he probabaly won't call you out your name, but boyyyyy he's got a mouth on him😭💀!

Speaking of, oUUU he's a petty mf, he don't let SHIT slide. Ever. Bro can't fight but whew...!! He be talking shit like he can😭 (he's probably gotten his ass kicked due to this once or twice, ngl, but hey, you live and you learn lmfao).

Billy was a little too calm when he got snatched up. Like yea, he fought tooth and nail when he initially got grabbed off of his bike, but once he was in that basement and after a few days, he sadly just kind of,,, accepted his fate.

What he didn't expect was to be put through the psychological tortures of like,,, being beat or thinking he had the chances to escape whenever The Grabber would give him false hope, that stuff. That really fucked with him up until he died.

- if he had lived -

Oh, you can bet your ass he got that fckn car💀.

He was feelin' himself for WEEKS after the fact, too. He was giving all his friends rides, honking whenever he arrived at places, always keeping it PRISTINE looking. Not a scratch, dent, or spec of dust on or in that mf😹.

Just overall being super obnoxious about it ngl lmfao💀😭 (but he deserves to be, he worked so hard for it and everybody understood that, so it's fine). Got a better job after the fact, too, now that he could actually take himself to and from.

I know I mentioned him drinking coffee earlier, but to expand on that a little more, he was basically always drinking coffee and energy drinks to stay awake and (barely🥴) coherent when he was doing his paper boy job and school at the same time, so he now unfortunately has a caffeine addiction that he cannot shake for the life of him. He's tried so many things, he just can't let go😭. He likes it really sweet, too (he has a sweet tooth).

He'll add a lot of creamer, flavored syrup, sugar... whatever he can find to kind of just dilute the bitter taste entirely, he's throwing it in the mug. Also part of the reason why he's more fond of soda/energy drinks, because at least he doesn't have to deal with that nasty taste coffee has (I'm a coffee hater, hop off😒✋🏽).

Also like I mentioned earlier, he'd still have this weird yet cute thing with cartoons. Like, yeah, he'd enjoy a good movie (indie, coming of age type stuff), but cartoons just really do it for him. Sitting at the kitchen table with his second bowl of fruit loops laughing at Tom and Jerry is his therapy, truly♡.

While he can be out of touch, he's very open and easy to gain understanding from, loves to learn (especially since he's a writer). Just an all-around stand-up guy fr, you can not go wrong with Billy Showalter.

Hell, he can do no wrong😭❤️.

I CAN'T BELIEVE I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT HIS DOG, WHAT THE FUCK >:0!!!

HE LOVES THAT HYPERACTIVE LITTLE SHIT😭❤️🐶❤️. He's had her for a long ass time, since she was a puppy (idc what anyone says, the goldie is a girl, and her name is Harper), and it truly is the case of a dog is a man's best friend between them. He begged for the dog, got the dog, takes care of the dog, spoils the dog, he loves the damn dog, okay🥲?

He could be stripped of everything he knows and loves, and Billy would STILL make sure Harper was okay first before all. She's such a good dog, too. She's very polite and sweet, and it doesn't take much to get her going. Like I said, very hyperactive, so pretty much all you have to do is say a favorite word ("outside" "ball" "play" "treat" "good girl" "go get..." etcetc) in a certain, happy tone, and now she's all riled up.

Speaking of love, though, Billy's got so much rizz, I can't even fully explain what I mean. I could better convey it with writing, tho (somebody plz request Billy fics).

Like he's just... he's one of those guys you don't pay much attention to, but he could do ONE meaningful (or tbh even meaningless) thing, and suddenly, he's a 10/10.

The type of guy you'd have zero feelings for, but have one singular dream about being with him romantically, and then you'd wake up with a crush on him. He's just got it like that, idk what to tell you🤷🏽‍♀️😆.

RIP Billy Showalter, you and Harper would've loved Courage The Cowardly Dog😔🙏🏽.

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𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 :

- before his death -

He's definitely a popular person, like,,, easy on the eyes, charming with both his words and actions, handsome smile, LOVES to gossip, has a clean-cut, crisp style, and you wanna tell me he doesn't literally know/is on good terms with everybody from every clique? Girl, bye🤭✋🏽.

He'd look at you and say it, too💀.

"Girl, BYE😹✋🏼!!"

On that, though, I feel like his mom very much prides herself on appearance. Not in a vain, controlling way, but just in a "I love and care about my babies, so every time they step out this house, they gonna be looking RIGHT, idc" type of way.

And after a while, he definitely picked that up from her, so he takes it upon himself to always look spick and span.

He's a Gemini (birthday - June 12th), but I think he could very well have some earth placements as well. He'd find astrology interesting, kind of like Finney, but he wouldn't dive too deep into it. He'd know his Sun, Moon, and Rising sign, ask about yours, and unless you went further with it, the conversation on astrology would probably end there lol.

Also, kinda random, but his nickname is "Brucie". Like, idk, it's just fitting. It's not an all the time thing that everyone calls him, but if you know him and if you're close to him, it's kind of like a teasing thing. "Heyy, Brucie, what'cha been up to😹✨️?" You know?

I feel like overall, he's just a very calm, cool, and collected person. Not easy to irritate him or make him mad/upset (but omg, don't do it, he gets feral so fast), and also very understanding. Good listener, which is why he's good with the gossip. Very much resident secret keeper, unless he knows it's something he needs to tell, if that makes sense.

Totally the type to be like, "I won't tell anyone :D!" And then immediately think to himself, 'I can't wait to tell my mom/best friend/Amy lol'. But don't worry, that's the only person he'd tell fr😭✋🏽 (who am I kidding, he's messy as hell, and we all know it).

He do be instigating fs. Will watch somebody like Vance or Robin get pissed about something and be in his ear all like, "Wooowww, I can't believe they'd do that, what are you gonna do? You're not gonna let it slide, are you🫢😗🙃??" LMFAOOO just messy💀😹.

I honestly think of him the same way I think of Benny Rodriguez. Baseball was life to him. Like, it was his passion, it wasn't just something he did because it was a fun hobby or a distraction. Like yes, but it was more than that as well. It was everything to him, and he definitely had dreams to go the distance with it and actively searched and scouted for any and every opportunity to do so.

I also think Bruce is a very thorough music lover. Very non-discriminatory or judgemental, and will honestly vibe to anything. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have his favorites. Just has a wide range, that's all. Also an MJ fan for sure, tho.

Like Finney, he's got a close bond with his sister, Amy (who I hdcn is younger than him), but the vibe is a lot different. You probably wouldn't even know they were siblings outside of the house if it weren't for the fact they look alike. Not because they're embarrassed of each other or anything, they just have vastly different cliques/lifestyles, so the only time they really get to reconnect is back at home or on family outings.

The Grabber took Bruce and he had a wholllle mental breakdown. Like, got in that basement and was a full-on mess, literally inconsolable. Cried at everything for every reason up until he died, and if one were to have witnessed it, it'd be very heartbreaking.

The Grabber almost feels guilty for it, but only because he can't get the sobs, hiccups, and voice cracks out of his head. Ik I just said Bruce is a triple C case (calm, cool, collected type), but c'mon, guys. He's a Gemini. He be switching up😔🤷🏽‍♀️💔. There were maybe two or three key moments where he did something beneficial to himself/was an attempt to escape, but...yeah...

- if he had lived -

Bruce would've fulfilled those dreams on going the distance with baseball.

Or would've done a complete 180° from whatever everyone and even himself thought and would've become a fashion designer. I can't elaborate on this, I just...I feel it in my bonesssss.

Which reminds me, he definitely would've discovered his own style at some point and would've dived DEEP into exploring different things. Trendsetter type of vibe (and it would either be the case of people around would've been eating it up or they would've shunned him, no in between. But I feel like he'd have the charisma for ppl to eat it up).

Much like Robin, actually, he's so the type to be cute and KNOW he's cute, but act clueless lmao. Walking around as if he's not getting letters and gifts and whatnot from secret admirers WEEKLY, flashing a smile and/or a wink at people, all of that. But what makes him even more likable is that he's such a GIVER.

Bro is always giving somebody something, it's just in his DNA, it's all he knows. Not even his parents know where he gets it from, and while it's a very admirable thing he does,,, don't get it twisted, he's not naive, he'll take things and remove himself from your life just as fast if you fuck up. Don't test him, his patience is lowkey surpsingly thin💀.

But yeah, he's always offering his time, his money, his thoughts, his praise, his compassion. If he feels like you derseve it (doesn't even have to know you well, you'd just have to make/leave a good impression on him), next thing you know, he's trying to find out what you like and what you're interests are so he can just pop up later and be like, "Oh, here, I got/made you this :)."

Like SIRRR???🥲💚

But anyways, yeah, Bruce is the resident pretty boy. I mean, he was before, but I feel like he's the type to just get better with age. Bro would be 80 years old looking like a fine ass 45😻. And it definitely is a result of upkeep/routine; he and his mama zon't💅🏽 play when it comes to looking fresh.

RIP Bruce Yamada, you would've loved fit-checks on TikTok if you ever figured out how to use it😔🙏🏽.

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𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠 :

- before his death -

This neurodivergent little fucker OUUU he's an AuDHD menace to society, a little gremlin👹. Nothing he does or says makes any sense but YES IT DOES like,,,

He's just so inquisitive and insightful; wise beyond his years type. Just one of those kids who have an innate sense of self, society, and the world from a very young age. But it's all thinly veiled behind this glass wall of silly/aloof behavior.

Also, he is a younger kid, so that kind of adds onto the whole "People don't take him as seriously as they often really should" deal.

He's one of those people you either really love for who he is, or you find him very odd and off-putting. Or both. Not that he cares because he knows exactly what and who serves him and what and who won't for the current moment. Like I said, he's just...ahead of himself/time/what people would expect.

But also-

"You ain't gonna tell me shit. ... Suck my dick. ... Suck my dick you fuckman. ... You're gonna be here sucking my dick." That's literally him.

"You ever think the wind is trying to tell us something?" His poor tired mom, probably > "I just want you to stop saying odd shit😮‍💨🍷..." That is also him.

He's a Leo (birthday - July 31st) but I don't believe that for even a second, so I have the theory he's got a lot of earth and air in his chart that overshadows the fact that he's a Leo. I think he's one of those kids that dips his toe into everything, so whether or not his beliefs align with whatever he has knowledge on doesn't really matter. He just likes to know.

So, on that note, he does know some stuff on astrology, knows his birth chart, will tell you his sign if/when asked and will definitely ask for yours if he's curious enough to know more about you. If not, he probably wouldn't ask.

Griffin is everybody's little brother, tho, fr. Like even if you don't really know him or "like" him per se, you always feel some typa way if you see him being picked on or whatever. It's pretty much an unwritten rule in that small down in Denver,,, Do not fuck with Griffin Stagg. Like, even fully grown adults go to bat for him, I'm being so serious right now😭.

Lowkey kind of a teacher's pet. Not because he's a try-hard or anything, but he genuinely does everything he's supposed to. He participates when he wants to, he keeps straight As, he's quiet, all that. So, whether Griffin himself knows it or not, he's on a lot of his teacher's good sides :).

It definitely makes his mom happy, too, which he likes. A total mama's boy all the way (I feel like all of the boys are, tbh, but not in that weird, emotional incest, toxic way lmfao💀).

Speaking of...! Defo an only child of a tired but very loving single mom. A SINGLE MOM WHO WORKS TWO JOBS, WHO LOVES HER KID AND NEVER STOPS😫🗣🎶‼️. That's their case.

And it's not that he's sheltered or anything. He just doesn't have the strongest urge or whatever to go out and do stuff that doesn't - like I said - serve or benefit him at the moment. His mom really does try to encourage him, though. To go out and make friends, to go do something with any free time he has besides spending it in his room or with her. Sometimes he listens.

Sometimes not lmao. He really is a homebody, and if he had things his way all the time, he'd like a nice, quiet, and peaceful environment to be in if he HAD to go out. Like a park but with no kids there or a library. Maybe he'd enjoy an arcade,,, but only if it was on a very slow day and everything was deep cleaned and the machine's volumes were turned down lower and- 🥴💀.

Yeah...

It's not that he has memory or noise/sensory issues or anything (or maybe he does, he honestly wouldn't know for sure himself lol), but he's just got stuff constantly whirring around in his brain.

Operates with the file system (has to open up specific cabinets/drawers and sort through the files, find the exact memory/topic he's looking for, etcetc, it's a whole, intricate system) and even then, that's not always guaranteed.

So yeah, if he's says "I dunno" or "Prolly" just give him a second or two afterwards, because it's not that he's actually forgotten or doesn't know, he's just stalling while his brain lags lmao (he might even be sassing you a little🤭).

When he got snatched and put in that basement, he was calm, but not like Billy, where he just had a moment of acceptance. Calm like,,, more like when Finney was in the basement. Just very observant, scared, and confused. Almost a little painfully naive, which made it easy for The Grabber to mess with him😕.

And he (The Grabber) did for a while, "play with his food" for lack of better wording, before Griffin eventually wised up and started getting a little too smart, quick, and sneaky for his liking. Which led to his death, for sure, because I have a hdcn that Griffin fr almost got out (again, kinda like Finney's case) but unfortunately, couldn't try all the lock combos in time before he was back in the basement and then eventually,,, yk,,, for having tried it at all.

- if he had lived -

I feel like he'd be the type to have explored so many different interests, niches, and just really overall loves to learn. Wouldn't be able to stick to anything, but it definitely keeps him busy. Good at everything kinda guy; you could ask him about/to do anything, and he'd genuinely have surface level knowledge on it.

Human Google. If you wanted help with your homework, project, or just simple research, he'd be the best guide. And he'd open up a little, too, while doing it because not only does he enjoy learning, but he'd love even more for a chance to yap about what it is he knows/has learned without somebody falling asleep on him mid-sentence😃.

His mom. His mom be trying to listen but bless her heart, she be TIRREEED😫. Like Griffin, honey, you might as well be singing that woman a lullaby, she is out like a light😭💀. But it's okay, he understands, so it's not like he holds a grudge or anything.

I also think the more time he spends with a person, the more "character traits" he picks up. Spent time around Gwen? Now he's cussing up a storm more than usual. Hung with Billy for a little while? He's got that sass on lock now. Had a chat with Finney? He picked up on that little nervous thumb biting thing he has.

It's endearing once you notice it, and he's not doing it on purpose. He just mirrors you because well,,, he likes you and wants you to like him, so subconsciously, he just-

*sees you doing something* *now he's doing it too without missing a beat or noticing himself*

He met Gwen, though, and it was a wrap. They were stuck to each other like glue, besties, 4lyfers, and then met Amy and Vance's younger sis and after that?? Even if he was sheltered, he sure as fuck wouldn't be anymore😹.

I'm sure they'd be running around Denver, wreaking havoc and being little sillies together♡.

RIP Griffin Stagg, you would've loved making slime😔🙏🏽 (he'd probably make a whole collection of different types and textures, maybe even sold 'em for a side-hustle lol).

𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐡😌?

I had so much fun writing this even though it took me so long lmao :>. but yeah, little spoiler, I've got more tbp content coming up, most being requests, and then I am slowly making my way down my MASSIVE inbox, so hopefully - in due time - y'all will see more content in general coming from me :).

but, until the time comes, I hope whoever reads this enjoyed it !!/ᐠ^˕^マ!!

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❪ 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. ❫        ━━━        ❛        a look into the eden girls.         ❜

you used to be alive                                     now you're almost mystic

                𝐓𝐖        ⦂        abuse, parental death, bullying, messy divorce

❛        𝕭y the lakeside, ever so diligently as delicately, she plaits strands of hair, tucking daisies where each overlap and tying off the braids with silk ribbons. She, this figurehead of patience in paradise, does this for each of the girls, and at supper, she hands them a freshly picked, gently washed and ever-gleaming . . . apple.        ❜

(  ᥫ᭡  ) ⠀ › ⠀ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐍        . . . 

When Yewon was five, her older cousin placed her atop his shoulders, fingers holding tightly to her knobby knees in fear that she might fall as they raced down a hill together. Her arms waved like the blades of grass in the summer, and she swore that if she could reach even just the tiniest bit higher, she would touch the sun and melt into a twinkling star and everything would be alright as she watched above all that she loved. She has been chasing the feeling since.

Born to a nameless mother in 1997, Lee Jihyun attempted to plant himself into the ground to withstand the torrential storms on the horizon that would surely come for his daughter. By age three, most of Yewon's days would be spent in the care of her aunt as Jihyun worked tirelessly, innocent eyes curious to the blossoming purple on her aunt's lovely pale skin. And each time that the inquisitive nature she grappled with surfaced, distorting the vision of a quiet child, asking her aunt where they came from, why some were more yellow, more green, her cousin would shush her before his father heard. And so Yewon remained quiet, head bowed down, tongue tacked down by a rusting nail, the taste burning her mouth each time the storm berated their home, filling her senses each time she would help piece everything together in the aftermath.

In 2013, she would audition for Next to the Stars on her cousin's insistence, him far more eager to hear back than she ever was. He would check the mail every day, listen intently for the phone to ringing, even a knock at the door, anything for confirmation on her acceptance. He lived through her, and she made him promise to think of himself next. The letter arrived when it was Yewon who checked, her very soul telling her to look. She was favoured in the competition for her dance skills and attitude, and would rank third out of the nine who debuted in Silver Stars as a lead dancer, sub-vocalist, and the maknae. By their disbandment, she searched for what would come next.

STAGE NAME: Yewon ( 예원 ) BIRTH NAME: Lee Yewon ( 이예원 ) OLD POSITION: Leader, centre, main dancer, lead vocalist NEW POSITION: Leader, dancer, vocalist, centre BIRTHDAY: May 25th, 1997 ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini HEIGHT: 158 cm ( 5'2" ) FACE CLAIM: Kang Seulgi

❛        𝕯rowning in a sea of viridian, she lays beneath the warmth of the sun, floating in the in-between of sleep and consciousness. Forever dreaming even as she laughs with the others, she turns the fruit in her hands with the meticulousness of a painter capturing their muse, and with a single sharp blade, slices the . . . apple.        ❜

(  ᥫ᭡  ) ⠀ › ⠀ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊        . . .

She stood tall in her audition, head held up high in a confidence buried deeply beneath her skin. But Kittiya's hands shook behind her back, and her heart bruised the marrow of her bones in an attempt to break free. She counted down from ten, smiled at those who scrutinized every note, every breathe, every enunciation, determining if she was worthy. She could not disappoint her parents, even if she sometimes could not differentiate where her dreams ended and where theirs began.

One of Chatmanee and Niran Charoensuk's joys are mentioning how upon the birth of their daughter, Kittiya, in 1997, she did not cry. No, even then, newborn and still a stranger to the world, she had sung, sung so beautifully that the nurse who had handed the little baby to her eagerly awaiting mother noted that she would surely be a singer when she grew older with such lungs. There was simply no other option, her fate outlined so clearly that to delineate would be to spit in the face of the higher being who had blessed her with such gift. She could read sheet music before she could read books, tone near perfect even then that it brought tears to her father's eyes every instance she sang. By all means, she was a child prodigy, living in the faded legacy of her mother before she had given it all up to be a mother.

Between 2010-2013, Kittiya auditioned for SM Entertainment, Hybe, JYP Entertainment, all of which eventually rejected her, the disappointment so visible in her parents' faces despite their attempts to hide it that it made shame violently tear at her chest, so painful that she wished nothing more than to claw it out, her lungs and vocal chords too. 2014 saw a continuation of auditions in smaller companies, each telling her and her parents that they would get in touch with her at a later time to announce their decision. U-Sound had been the first to get back to her, and plagued with the fear that no one else would take her, Kittiya immediately joined.

STAGE NAME: Kittiya ( 키티야 ) BIRTH NAME: Kittiya Charoensuk ( กิตติยา ชาเรือนศักดิ์ ) KOREAN NAME: Choi Kieun ( 최기은 ) OLD POSITION: Main vocalist, lead rapper NEW POSITION: Vocalist, rapper BIRTHDAY: May 27th, 1997 ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini HEIGHT: 176.5 cm ( 5'9" ) FACE CLAIM: Nicha ❛ Minnie ❜ Yontararak

❛        𝕾and buries itself deep in the crevices of the body, she thinks if she speaks all that will spill is the sand of time, the past, the present, and the future all contained in her body. Guarding herself from the unknown that has captured her, she takes the hands of her saviours, and she cannot help but notice the sweet smell of . . . apples.        ❜

(  ᥫ᭡  ) ⠀ › ⠀ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐋        . . .

The day that the casket was lowered, it had been beautiful—a spring day where life and death softly giggled to each other, the flowers dotting the edge of the cemetery newly blooming. Rina did not shed a tear, she could not. Her mother wilted into nothingness before them and her sisters did not understand why their appa could not tuck them into bed. So she did it, kissed their foreheads, whispered blessings. And in the darkness, she finally cried, promising her father that she would make him proud.

Born in 1998, Rina is the eldest of four, all girls, all ever-so more rambunctious than the previous, a wild stamped of pigtails and squeaky sneakers that warned all of an impending torrent of never-ending conversations. Modestly comfortable, the Choi family bubbled with so much love that it was impossible to to not notice it even in passing. And while Choi Sangmin attempted to be there for his daughters as much as he possibly could, in the end, he would press tender kisses to their foreheads in goodbyes, whispering words of I love yous so gently that he hoped to form a cacoon around them by mere words to protect them from the world. Rina was thirteen when her parents died, her father physically, her mother metaphorically, a stray bullet, an act of service to his country. But no mumbles of sorrys could bring him back.

Left to take care of her family, Rina first auditioned for U-Sound in 2012 in a moment of selfishness, an escape when things had gotten difficult and she could not breathe without the suffocation of responsibilities. She declined her original acceptance, guilt too heavy. It would not be until 2014 when she had been scouted by the same company while taking her sisters school shopping. She had seen it as a sign, as the previous night she had asked her father for guidance. Despite her shorter training period in comparison to other trainees, Rina was one of it It Girls in U-Sounds arsenal, assured, despite the constant changes, that she would debut.

STAGE NAME: Rina ( 리나 ) BIRTH NAME: Choi Haneul ( 최하늘 ) OLD POSITION: Main rapper, lead dancer, face of the group NEW POSITION: Rapper, dancer, face of the group BIRTHDAY: April 5th, 1998 ZODIAC SIGN: Aries HEIGHT: 166 cm ( 5'5" ) FACE CLAIM: Kim ❛ BIBI ❜ Hyungseo

❛        𝕭eneath the blanket of night, she stands beneath the great tree, tilting her head upwards in curiosity, inquisitive, wondering how it got there. She cannot help but think that something has changed. And there, between her bare toes, squished and rotting, a decaying corpse of change that they will not be able to escape, is an . . . apple.        ❜

(  ᥫ᭡  ) ⠀ › ⠀ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐍        . . .

The TV crackled and boomed and shone so brightly that it hurt Yoojin's eyes as she practically pressed her face against the screen. She hummed along, mimicking the motions, the movements, the smiles and little vocal quirks that distinguished those on the family TV from those who mundanely worked outside of it. She could practically picture herself on the screen, on day, applauded and cheered and adored. She knew she was destined for greatness, and she would do all to reach it.

The birth of Yoojin in 2000 brought her mother to tears, and not simply for the hours-long birth that proclaimed Yoojin as the last of the Choi children. Park Sieun and Choi Inseong, at last, got their wish: a little baby girl. Yoojin was not just doted on by her parents, but by her elder brothers as well, despite the disinterest the second-youngest held for his baby sister at first. They had worried, Sieun and Inseong, that being raised with four elder boys would cause for extra picking. The reality of it was that Yoojin had them all around her little finger. From the very moment that she could put on plays, she would sequester her siblings, force them to sing, dance, act, anything, alongside her, the producer, choreographer, writer, and composer for the mix-matched family band her siblings reluctantly joined.

It came to no one's surprise, then, that as early as age ten, Yoojin began begging her parents to audition to become an idol, listing all that she could and their addresses, turned down each time. They had worried, then too, of how young she was to join such a thing. Yoojin despaired, yet again made another list, this time on reasons why she should be allowed, and yet again, turned down. It would not be until she was turning 16 when her parents at last caved in with the belief that they would prefer her to do something with their blessing rather than behind their backs, surprising her an advertisement for auditions at U-Sound as an early birthday present.

STAGE NAME: Yoojin ( 유진 )BIRTH NAME: Choi Yoojin ( 최유진 ) OLD POSITION: Lead vocalist, sub-rapper NEW POSITION: Vocalist, dancer, rapper BIRTHDAY: August 18th, 2000 ZODIAC SIGN: Leo HEIGHT: 175 cm ( 5'8" ) FACE CLAIM: Lee Gahyun

❛        𝕮limbing to the top of the mountain, she watches as the tides come and go and the endless horizon that encases her warmly into their own world. She, ever daring and bold, dives into the warm water, catching glimpses of a new world. When she goes back, she brings the world to her mouth and takes a bit of the . . . apple.        ❜

(  ᥫ᭡  ) ⠀ › ⠀ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔        . . . 

Maru's debut was not her first moment in the spotlight, it was an accumulation of everything. Before that, she would hide beneath the covers, scrolling through the comment sections, type her name in the search engine, read everything, the hate, the criticism, the mocking. Her talent mattered not in comparison to her family name, the remnants of it, disaster swept beneath the rug by her father. She would prove them all wrong, she would show her worth.

The birth of Maru in 2000 was broadcasted for all across the nation—her pink, wriggling self on the front page of the tabloids, tucked in the arms of her mother, Kim Seoyun, dressed in silk and dripping in pearls as she left the hospital, and halfheartedly shielded from the cameras by her father, Jung Taeyoon. The perfect family, beautiful parents and an adorable little girl. But perfection could not hold forever, and the fissures began to grow larger and larger until simple patches could no longer due. Maru was more accessory than a human being, and in the messy, slanderous divorce between the two A-list actors, ammunition. It was Maru's statement to the court, so tiny and scared, eyes searching for the comfort of her parents, that cemented the divorce in the favour of her father. She had lied, believing it would keep her family together.

Maru was nine when she first appeared on live television, a video of a choir solo shown during a part of an interview Seoyun had given. Ten when she acted by the side of her father, eleven when she began making rounds on variety shows, first praised, the little Jung gemstone. But bound to a cycle, despair crept in, intense online criticism picking away at any armour that her parents had been kind enough to help her build. She would join U-Sound in early 2017, despite offers from other companies, determined to prove that she didn't require the endless resources of bigger companies, she was born with raw talent that could not be matched.

STAGE NAME: Maru ( 마루 ) BIRTH NAME: Jung Maru ( 정마루 ) OLD POSITION: Visual, lead dancer, sub-vocalist, maknae NEW POSITION: Visual, dancer, vocalist, maknae BIRTHDAY: September 22nd, 2000 ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo HEIGHT: 170.5 cm (5'7") FACE CLAIM: Yu ❛ Karina ❜ Jimin

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🌙 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰🌙

Ace of Spades

Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

This book is accurately described as Gossip Girl meets Get Out. With dark academia vibes this mystery/thriller dives deep into issues like high school drama, homophobia, racism, and more! Popular girl Chiamaka has nothing in common with musical prodigy Devon but when a masked bully starts attacking them both…they must find out what it takes to bring down a hidden nemesis!

How do I put into words what this book means to me and how it had impacted me?!😩 I’ll try! The writing in this book is incredible. Chiamaka and Devon are so complex, with flaws but also the capacity to grow which they do by the end of the book! And the THEMES!!!!! I want to have an in depth discussion with Faridah (or a book club lol) about all the subtle/not subtle themes throughout the book—like the LITERAL SPADES!

*spades are so poignant in Black culture!*

I could go on but I won’t spoil anything! Addressing issues like systemic racism, homophobia, etc. is very tough and uncomfortable for people to talk about, but in this book it is digestible in a way where you can see how it affects these two main characters so radically. I strongly encourage everyone to read this book!

*also I got this beautiful Revolution Card Deck that I thought was so fitting for this book! It features different prominent Black leaders throughout the deck🤍*

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (+): Black representation, LGBTQ+ representation, audiobook narrators are great!,

𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (-): none

𝐂𝐖/𝐓𝐖: mention of death

[primojade]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 : 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐘.

"the best use of life is love. The best expression of love is time. The best time to love is now." - Rick Warren

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒' 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | As a veteran AR60 player of Genshin Impact, you pride yourself as someone who knows the ins and outs of Teyvat, even studiously completing Spiral Abyss every reset, and having 100% exploration to some, if not all, of the released regions so far. Everything is fun and enjoyable, especially since Sumeru just recently debuted so you still have a lot to do!

All that ends though, when a mysterious passerby pushes you off the building of your university while playing Genshin. But instead of meeting your inevitable end, you find yourself waking up in the very world you were addicted to! 

It's supposed to be a fun dream, right? Something you could laugh at when you wake up? Right?! So, why is that you were back in AR1 with nothing but a dull blade in your inventory?!

…well, at least you still have those 700+ sunsettias and mints, Timmie's fowls…and surprisingly similar game mechanics you used to merely see on the screen before. But what should you do now? Flirt with the Genshin men??? Good lords...

"Welcome to Genshin Impact, Dreamer. Here, we can show you a happier ever after you've never had before…so, ready?"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | In which you were just innocently playing Genshin in your breaktime and a seemingly psychotic stranger pushed you off the building. The next thing you knew, you clashed heads with a rather apprehenshive Forest Watcher you just saw in your phone screen moments ago—quite literally, in fact.

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | mention of death (but no death, really); a stranger pushed u off the top building, mention of injuries (but nothing graphic), cursing, brain discussion. Let me know if I missed anything cause its 12 am now lol.

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | you will be given two choices at the end of the prologue! And those choices you will pick will then gonna be branched into different scenarios that will then lead to specific routes :3 also, u can tell how much i like tighnari here lol 😂

masterlist | scene i: argumentum ad hominem | scene ii: argumentum ad ignorantiam

Although you love to read romance novels and fanfics, perhaps you never truly experienced true love for yourself. The ones that they describe as knowing that that person is the one, or feeling the selfless contentment even if your love is not fully returned. 

You observed people around you who are in love with each other; your parents, your friends, and even strangers, when they interact with their loved ones, and to be honest, you longed to experience that as well. 

When that someone was looking at you with warmth, with that special twinkle in their eyes and the smile that was only reserved for you. That exhilarating feeling of being in love…the boundless joy when your love was returned in full.

…And when you told this to the unlikely person you met in your more unlikely journey, he only laughed and ruffled your hair in adoration.

"Love is a fallacy." He simply said as he turned his back to you, his tone certain and sure.

And, just like you, this person didn't know what love is either.

×××

You didn't know if you're merely built differently or fate just decided to poked fun at you because they're bored.

Slowly, you fluttered your eyes open. Immediately, you shut them again as a blinding light glared into them. You tried again opening just one and allowing it to adjust before the other followed. Light filtering from the nearby windows danced on a branch inches from your face. They were interesting to watch in their mindless waving that you absentmindedly wondered if that incident had dumped you in some psychedelic in-between space-time or something.

Your whole body was aching all over and you felt paralyse, unable to move. The seething pain settling in the pits of your stomach, and the hammering ache in your head indicates that you must've hit it somewhere hard. 

As if coming out of a long tunnel, sound starts to be recorded in your ears with increasing intensity. Crackling of fire from a hearth, snapping twigs from the near distant, softly flipping of pages before it stopped…and an increasing volume of a gentle voice saying something nearby.

But before you even try comprehending what they were saying, parts of your brain start discussing the sudden turns of events in your life. And hell, their discussion is making you even more confused.

That's what you get for being so stubborn, [Name]. Your cerebrum accused you.

We were just playing Genshin during our break time! And after our stressful midterms, at that! What's the problem, then? Come to the rescue, your thalamus that is.

Instead of reviewing for your next exam, you went to the rooftop and wasted your time playing Genshin instead? Your cerebellum teased.

And then get pushed around by that psychopath to our death? Your brainstem scoffed in disdain.

Wait. Is it just me or I can't remember anything about that psychopath? Even our conversation with them? Your hippocampus is as confused as you.

Hell! I don't know anymore! The panicking hypothalamus said.

Just shut up, guys. There's something wrong with the person we were part of. Let them collect their thoughts first. Your pons varolii calmly stated.

I'm truly sorry, my brain. You pathetically whimpered when the parts of your brain huffed at you in annoyance. It shouldn't be logically possible, but since nothing that is going on right now is as logical as you liked them to be, you just give up discussing stuff with your brain.

First of all, you had no idea where you were. Second, you felt a soft mattress underneath you, and a fresh wind messing with your hair. But you tried to think over the cloud that seemingly covered your mind, giving yourself time and tried to take slow, even breaths.

Ignoring the annoying parts of your brain, you asked inwardly, what was the last thing you remembered?

You just finished your first batch of exams for your midterms, and you decided to take a break from reviewing by going to the rooftop of the highest building on your university campus. You played Genshin Impact to relax, a favourite video game of yours that you were addicted to for over two years now. You were trying to burn resin by farming artifacts for Tighnari, to whom you may (or may not) recently lost your 50/50 to. 

After that…?

A weird woman, a person you're pretty sure you've never seen before, come up to you. Although cautious of the stranger at first, you remembered that she also played Genshin Impact, and you remembered being elated because you have someone to talk to now about your favourite game! 

Your conversation lasted for almost an hour, before you remembered that you have another exam coming up within ten minutes, to your disappointment. But before you could say goodbye to your "new friend", all of a sudden, she…

You clearly remember her pushing you off the railing! You were caught off guard, so you haven't had the chance to brace yourself and prepare to grab the handle to stop your downfall!

Holy shiznits!

…if you estimated correctly, the height of that building was physically impossible for any human being to survive!

But here you are.

You also remember the darkness swirling in, melting your vision to a world of black. You closed your eyes again as dizziness hit you, gritting your teeth.

You could not recall any sound, then. But you remembered the darkness and the billowing wind slapping your face as you fell, the loud noises, remembering losing the ground under your feet and grasping at nothing, your Genshin Impact game that was still open on your phone screen was suspended in the air. You remembered being thrown from side to side in the middle of a non-existent tunnel, your head violently jerked. You remembered dread and void…

And, then…you did not remember anything anymore.

For a moment, you felt conflicted. Were you already dead? You were sure that that fall was enough to kill you, but is this what the afterlife feels like?! It was as if you were just back in your room, flipping countless books and notebooks, endlessly and tirelessly reviewing for your exams…

HOLY SHIZNITS. YOU DIDN'T MANAGE TO TAKE YOUR AFTERNOON EXAMS—

If you saw that psychopath again, you'll make sure to sue her for attempted murder! And then slapped her for making you fail in your midterm exams!

Feeling an intensifying alarm and hearing your breathing turned ragged, you hastily peeled your eyes open and looked around in desperation.

What you saw was not something you expected, though. You were lying on a surprisingly fluffy bed, next to you was a quaint window, then a writing desk (with an odd globe-like apparatus that was suspiciously vibrating with green energy). The wall was decorated with colourful patterns of butterflies and different plants you find oddly familiar.

You frowned. Where are you? Why are you still alive? Shiznits, nothing makes sense at all! 

There's a small part of your brain that is poking in the deep recesses of your memories. It was telling you to remember that…but remember what, exactly?!

And this room, this familiar room that you were certain you've never been physically in before, were sending cold shivers down your spine. 

In your panic, you hastily props your elbows backwards to support yourself as you sit down. Ignoring the dizziness that slapped your head like a hammer to a nail, you threw the soft blankets to the side and tried to stand up. 

"—hey!"

Before you could find your balance, a firm but gentle hand grabbed your shoulders and guided you down to the bed again. You couldn't find the momentum to fight back at the hand, as a familiar voice echoed in your ears. One that cleared the fog of uncertainty in your mind and forced you to remember just where you saw those familiar plants, this familiar room, and an equally familiar voice that you had grown to be fond of in a couple of months now.

"Look, I'm not certain with what you were doing with your life, or why did you decided—quite ludicrous, if I do say so myself—that gliding from that high in the sky is a smart thing to do, but if you don't wish to worsen your injuries and force me to send you to Bimarstan, you'll stay in that bed and rest yourself." The familiar person talked to you in a strict tone, almost exasperated, but the underlying concern for your wellbeing was present. 

Raising your head, you blinked at him once, then twice. You tried rubbing your eyes, praying this is all a wonderful dream, when he was still standing in front of you after that, you poked his gloved hand once. 

Your eyes widened in shock at realisation. "—TIGHNARI?! HOW… W-WHAT…WHY? THIS IS…?! Are you for real?!"

Tighnari, the Forest Watcher  Avidya Forest, a recently released Sumeru character, the first playable 5 star Dendro Bow wielder, the character you were just farming artifacts for before your "death"…is standing in front of you!? In the flesh! 

He doesn't even seem 3D anymore because the more complicated details in his splash and official art, the ones that were left behind in his 3D model, looks even more complicated now that you were seeing in your own eyes. That was definitely real now.

What in the world is going on?!

One of Tighnari's ears twitched along with his eye. "...Oh, Archons. Do lower down the decibels of your voice. It's grating my ears. And I'm quite certain I've never met you before, and I didn't get the chance to introduce myself when you smacked me in the face earlier, so how come you know my name?" 

Confused, you frowned at him, still not believing this is all real. "...uh, what do you mean I smacked you?"

Perhaps he realised that you were still not yourself to answer his questions, so he patiently said, "I saw you free falling from the sky, but before I could have the chance to properly catch you, you instantly smacked right through me, knocking us both right that instant."

His nonchalance was outstanding, especially when you notice the slight reddish bump on his forehead that was probably due to the fact that you knocked your forehead with him when he tried to properly catch you.

After Tighnari finished muttering to himself how it was nearly impossible to have that falling speed, he turned to you with his hands on his hips, his bi-coloured eyes narrowing. "...we'll continue this conversation later, it's time for you to drink your medicine. So, stay there for a moment and don't move. I'll be right back."

Before you could say anything, Tighnari turned his back on you and left the room, leaving you alone with nothing but a quick and curious glance as you watched him disappear behind the doors.

By the way, his real-life tail looks even fluffier than the one in game—

Alone, you finally had time to gather your thoughts. "...This…is not real, right? This must be a dream, right?" You pinched your cheeks and uninjured arms, but the pain that comes with it keeps telling you otherwise, that no…no, [Name] this is not a dream…

Panic started to form at the pit of your stomach, scorching deep as if burning, and you tried your best to relax your breathing by patting your chest multiple times, but instead of calming, you were surprised once again when something appeared in front of you.

"W-What…?"

You stared dumbly at the hologram-like screen hovering before your face innocently. It eerily looks like the Paimon Menu in your Genshin Impact game, minus the Battle Pass, Co-op, and the Community tab. Even the Wish system was here! Though when you tried cautiously tapping it, it was locked, along with the Character Archive and the Handbook.

When your eyes travelled upwards to where your Adventure Rank usually situated, your jaw dropped and you almost fell on the bed in mortification.

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World Level: 0

Adventure Rank: 1

EXP: 0

Route 1: Listen to Tighnari and wait for his further instructions. After all, what could you do outside of Sumeru with nothing but a body full of injuries and an AR1 on your account?

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR AR60 ACCOUNT?! WHY IS IT AR1? HELLO—?

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Route 2: Forget Tighnari! Maybe it was a wifi problem or something? There must be a problem here why you were back at AR1, right!? You're going to find out whether you have Tighnari's help or not!

[og-danny-dorito]

Hi, first sorry for the english, I'm still learning. I can order some headcanons from a male yautja with a human mate who lives in a cold area and is a hunter? I love your blog, sorry again for the english

no need to apologize! i think you did a fantastic job :)

𝐓𝐖: crude language, mentions of animal death and corpse handling, corny ass love talk

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐘𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐣𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐚:

- ohhh boy

- so if you've read the comics or through the wiki, yautja prime (the planet they live on) is described as "a dry, hot, desert environment with rivers of flowing lava and a humid, wet jungle biome."

- so obviously they're a little out of their comfort zone in a colder area SKJFDJ

- its not like they can't fend for themselves, but they find it a little harder to acclimate than they normally would

- which means that you have the upper hand in the battle to the death ya'll have after chasing each other down like wild animals considering your experience with it

- it's not like he underestimated you or anything (he did), but to say he was surprised when you had the knife up to his throat after you had knocked his helmet off previously, pinning him to the ground would be an understatement

- what was even more surprising though is that after a few seconds of catching your breath you backed off, gesturing for him to stand

- since his ship had crashed he didn't really have much of a choice but to follow you to your home considering he didn't know what or how to hunt out here, but he was coming to the slow realization that you were much more capable than him regardless of the fact that you wee smaller and, physically speaking, weaker

- in yautja society, it's not really all that common for someone to help another without any sort of payment expected (or at all for that matter), and so regardless of his hesitance he still does his best to be respectful and helpful

- he's also a little scared of you before getting to know you if he's being honest 💀

- he chops wood (tears it in half with his bare hands), helps prepare animals, and in the meantime works on putting his ship back together with the scrap metals and materials he can find around

- you, of course, do most of the hunting, but when he does tag along it's usually to learn

- and he won't admit it but he finds it interesting and kinda hot to watch you hunt ajfnkjd

- you're thorough and calculated, not a muscle in your body moving without you willing it first. it's like watching an animal hunt their prey but with the intelligence of a man, and it seems as if he probably had a lot more assumptions about humans than he thought as he observes you more

- he's still stronger than you of course (and he likes to show it off too to one-up you), but its usually in good fun rather than a way to intimidate you. you usually show him that you're much faster than him in retaliation anyway

- the partnership works out well though!! as time passes you learn that he's actually a very quick learner and likes to learn little tricks and stuff. he's also quite the prankster which is only funny if you're not the one getting pranked 💀

- he learns that you broke off from your village since they didn't agree with your methods of combining modern technology with traditional methods, and since then you've been living in solitude

- you tell him that even though your means of meeting weren't conventional, you're happy that he showed up since his company makes you feel a little less alone

- and then he realizes he probably feels a lot a little bit more than platonic respect for you

- you don't really notice at first, but as the days go on you start noticing little gifts and trinkets that just kinda,,, appear on your kitchen table

- it starts off with small things, like little handmade bracelets and ornaments that you wear proudly and hang up around your house

- but over the week they start getting a little bigger and flashy. hunted game, cleaned skulls of game with decorations and designs carved into them, even pelts of animals that YOU found difficult to catch and prepare

- you finally approach him about it one night while you're eating near the fire in your living room, and it takes him a second to realize it; you don't know that he's trying to court you

- he feels incredibly stupid for not considering the fact that humans and yautja probably don't operate the same in that department, and although he liked to pretend that he's all stoic and hardened, you swear you see some equivalent of a blush form on his features as he carefully explains it to you

- you're quiet as you think it over and he looks like he might pass out, but after a few seconds of thought you give him a grin and say "why didn't you say something sooner?"

- he's almost annoyed at your response, but his pouting only lasts for a second before you shower him in gentle kisses all over his face

- time passes on and he eventually fixes his ship, but instead of parting he proposes that you just come with him

- you're nervous at first, but after packing your valuables and hunting materials, you both head off to the main ship to start a new life among the stars

{ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) }

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✷ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✷

✴ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✴

( 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 ; 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 )

➢ 𝐓𝐖: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭

𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 - ☆  𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 - ★  𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 - ⁂

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✶ 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖙

Yes, Captain!☆

Beidou x GN!Reader

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: You never learned how to swim despite your family being fishermen. Your beloved Captain Beidou can teach you.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: thalassophobia, near death experience, minor character death, a smooch or two.

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Perfect Accidents☆

Jean x GN!Reader

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Everyone could see how much Jean cared for you, if only you knew as well.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: nosebleeds, some cursing

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Linger ☆ ★

Childe x Single Mom!Reader

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Childe never believed in love at first sight. That was until he met Teucer’s new friends Mom.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: bullying, mentioned character death.

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✶ 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊

Coming soon

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✶ 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖔𝖓

Coming soon

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✶ 𝕭𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖆𝖓

Loving Joonie ★

a poem (?)

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: angst sorry.

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✴ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✴

( 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 ; 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 )

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃. 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂.

➢ 𝐓𝐖: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭

𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 - ☆  𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 - ★  𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 - ☾

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✶ 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖙

De-Stress ☆

Sub!Gorou x Dom!Male!Reader

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: It isn’t easy being a general of a whole rebellion. Good thing you’re there to help your superior de-stress.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: praise kink, use of the name ‘puppy’ ig, big dick reader, slight over stimulation, kinda mean reader if you squint really hard, degrading (use of whore)

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(Y/n)’s Troubles! ★ ☾

Dark!Aether x Female!Reader

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Side Quest: Talk to Troubled (Y/n)! (Or you’re always asking for help and Aether is tired of it)

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Dark!Mean!Aether, Smut, Noncon, Dubcon, Use of degrading names, oral (m! and f! receiving), face-fucking, rough sex, corruption kink, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, Dacryphilia, spanking, fingering, hair pulling, slight choking, Reader is kinda stupid, Manipulative Aether.

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Cherry Baby ☆

Sub!Kazuha x SoftDom!GN!Reader

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Kazuha would do anything to please you, even if it means cross dressing in the streets of Inazuma.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cross-dressing, feminization of Kazuha’s body, public touching, fingering, oral (reader giving), heavy praise-kink, cum eating, soft!servicedom!reader, exhibitionism.

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One Mora. Two Mora. ☾ (REQUESTED)

Dark!Childe x Female!Reader

➢𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Childe took you in when you were at your lowest, now it’s time to pay your debts with gratitude.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: a lot of plot (sorry) dark!childe, manipulation,dub-con, virgin!reader, mind-break, character death (not mc), Childe being greedy, brief voyeur Zhongli.

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One Mora. Two Mora. PART 2 ☆ ☾(REQUESTED)

Childe x Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Sequel to One Mora. Two Mora.

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Childe lets his best friend have a taste.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: consensual non-con, dub-con, public sex, fingering, degrading, double pen

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Sugar Sweet (REQUESTED)

Mafia!Childe x Brat!Female!Reader

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: who knew accidentally ruining a drug deal would put you in sights of the Liyue’s most dangerous mafia leader.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: mentions of drugs, dubcon, oral (m receiving), fingering, choking, cum eating, riding, hostage situation

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Sugar (Too) Sweet (REQUESTED)

Mafia!Childe x Brat!Female!Reader

(Sequel to Sugar Sweet)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Getting swept up the dangerous Mafia life doesn’t seem too bad after all.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: fingering, oral (F receiving), semi public sex, slight dubcon at the end, slight yandere Childe

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✶ 𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖋𝖆𝖗𝖊 2

Lipstick Stains ☆

Ghost x F!Reader

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: After a few rough missions the boys of 141 tried to cheer you up with a gift— unknowingly bringing a well kept secret to the surface.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: brief make out session, some suggestive touches.

✶ 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊

Coming soon

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✶ 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖔𝖓

Coming soon

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✶ 𝕭𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖆𝖓

Of Rain & Lilacs; ★ ☆

**PREQUEL**

Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Chubby!Reader

01 - 02 - 03

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: strangers to lovers to estranged (?) Angst, Eventual Comfort, Fluff, Verbal & Physical Bullying, Fat Shaming, Eventual Dubcon Smut-ish, Lots of Tears

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ. 

[stohn-chronicles]

𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘 𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤. {𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈}

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 | 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱 | 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐖: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

NUMBER NINE | STANLEY WORTHINGTON

Nine would have no idea what was going on at first. He'd shrug it off as you being weird.

But eventually, when your breaths become increasingly shortened and forced while tears filled your eyes, he would notice something was wrong.

He would ask what was wrong in a state of fear of what might have upset you. In a frenzy, obviously you wouldn't be able to answer.

He would try his best to calm you down but end up panicking himself. Making you smile since having a panic attack by seeing someone else have a panic attack would be hilariously rare and laughable.

He would notice you smiling and stop panicking and walking around frantically like a crazy person.

He'd smile when you smile.

After everything would calm down, he'd apologize and hug you until you stopped hiccuping from your cries.

he'd bring you a glass of water and give you pizza.

Since then he would watch you, in a totally not creepy way, afraid that it might happen again.

He told you that he would be ready next time and has fully researched and prepared for everything.

NUMBER FOUR | JOHN SMITH

My little humans, go touch some grass cause this man is a walking stress ball.

He would know exactly what is going on. He would let you hug him through it, run your fingers through his goldi-locks blond hair whatever tf you need to calm down.

Afterwards, he'd simply and easily carry you to his room, set you in his lap and shush you to sleep.

He will whisper sweet nothings to you to make you feel better. "Its okay. We're gonna make it okay."

Even if you tried to push him away, he would grab you in a death grip (non-fatal) and make sit on his lap and cry into his shoulder. He will do it.

He will treat you to whatever food or drinks you want afterwards. He will buy you a soft toy.

He will do anything in his power to calm you tf down.

NUMBER SIX | MAREN ELIZABETH

As it is mentioned all the time in canon, Six is not the emotion type girl. She changes her moods according to people around her. Mainly she is blatant and savage.

So, it was no surprise that when she sees you in the corner of the room, crying and shaking, she ran with her tail tucked in between her legs.

It was also no surprise that the guilt of leaving you at such a vulnerable and support-needing time weighed on her shoulders.

She apologized to you and told the truth.

You were slightly embarrassed that she had seen you cry, but Six herself had a frog in her throat while apologizing and ended up breaking down.

You hugged her and she promised to never leave you alone.

of course, y'all made out after that

[wickedslip]

It's so funny to me how I said Nausi would never be a parent because of how she was raised, who her parents are and how they treat their children, and how they murdered Niko. It's so funny to me that she has like 400 adoptive kids now. I am overanalyzing but you are picking up what I'm putting down.

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nikolai. part iv.

The vivid, buttery-tinted slicker was made visible to her as the light from a fracture in the pillowing ashen grey-black clouds parallel to her cast her back into reality— paralyzing her every nerve ending. It was floating atop the water, and had yet to sink to the bottom, its buoyancy cast among the progression of the current. The blow to her visage was the fact that this very jacket had been what her mother had told her he would be wearing, and how to find him at the church. 

When you get to the church, Nikolai will be wearing a yellow rain jacket and boots. There is a storm coming and we wanted him to be prepared for the elements. You won’t be able to miss him. Happy Autumn Equinox!

The first stage of her grief over the situation was denial— followed by debilitation. She had refused to believe he would have ventured out in this direction, the direction of the water. He was smart enough to know that he could swim if he had to, so why would he have ever chosen to come out and meet danger head on? He wouldn’t have. This wasn’t his jacket. This wasn’t where he was at. And just as she was bound to accept that it wasn’t his article of clothing, she saw the initials of his name stitched into the collar. NAB. Nikolai Amancio Black.

No. 

She shook her head in ferocious vigor that obliterated her very soul, wrenching it and casting it about the shore as it would contact the delta. This wasn’t his jacket, this wasn’t his! Moving with haste to the left and immediately in the abrupt force of the other direction, she found herself being cast deeper and deeper until she was up to her neck in icy water. She felt her blue-tinged lips lose the chattering movement, and her fingertips affixed to the material of the jacket that she didn’t want to see nor to believe that it belonged to Nik. It wasn’t true, couldn’t be true. But the shock coursed over her, washed over her entire system as the disbelief was replaced by the realization that he had been brought out here by some nameless force to meet his culmination.

Clutching to the material of the slicker, she brought it up to her face, covering it with its soaked wetness as she ululated into the fabric. She held onto it with trembling hands, and for dear life, plummeting her head into its soft lining. Her eyes spilling out the tears that she had stopped herself from experiencing many, many times on her trek through the terrain, sobs that threatened but would not relinquish its hold as her underlying mission had not been complete. Nikolai was gone, he wasn’t missing, and the lack of phone calls and notifications proved to her, as well as that of the pendulum’s locator spell, of the unearthed truth— at some point between midday yesterday to now something abysmal had happened to him that was supposed to have been left in her charge for the rest of the summer and into the autumn. Nik would never know another summer, another birthday, another hour. And it was all her fault. It was all her fault for taking too long on that term paper and it was all her fault for not getting to the church on time. For falling asleep in the car and it was all her fault for not finding him sooner. It was all her fault. He was dead, and it was all her fault. 

Grasping the slicker to her, the jacket still had his initials intact, and if it had not been in the water would probably still have his scent on it. She trudged through the water of the river and would have been surprised that due to her lack of dynamism she had not been carried off with the current. At that point, she would have allowed it, and she wanted to be taken into the current and succumbed to a fate like he had— because she would not, could not understand how anyone would have done this to him. Who would have done this? That was the only thing that her mind was bellowing, shrieking back at her. Who? Witch hunters still ran rampant along the perimeter of the East Coast, the haunting of the witch trials that had abolished the quaint village of Salem, now known as Danvers, and not even thirty miles away from where the real witches relocated. Their descendants were still hot on the trail of the Thorns and the Blacks, and she would not have been surprised if their kind were still being hunted. Just as surely as her kind kept notations of spells and histories of their people, the hunters would have more than likely done the exact same thing. Alerting their descendants of what to expect. But no— she knew that this was something even more evil, more sinister, more perilous than any witch hunter. This was something of omnipotent devastation. Something that could not be controlled, let alone salvaged of the entirety of the circumstances at hand. But she knew that she would not sojourn, not abide until she got to the bottom of it. 

Her feet finally encountered the sodden sand, the toe of her shoe catching slightly as she manifested her balance. Lumbering up the path in which she had come, which was uncharacteristic of the enchantress, her legs had contacted with the sand as she fell alongside the shore, unable to deter from the cataclysm of her unerring defeat. There had been nobody, and the Nik would not be at peace nor find his tranquility in the Afterlife. She was not a child of god, nor could she believe in something that was of no consequence to her belief— she believed in the concrete— what she could feel and see and touch. She grasped the granules of sand along with the pebbles and crystalline rock as it grained through her trembling fingertips. She clenched what was left in her hand, as well as that of the crystal orb that was used to find Nik’s watery grave that was as good as the Stygian graveside of the abode of the dead that was matched in Hades. She quivered and trembled, and the agony coursed through her, racking her every raw nerve ending. She had never felt an agony so great as this one as she caterwauled into the unknown, praying to a god that did not exist to her to return the little boy that had been ripped, severed, stolen away into the dead of night to never have a shred of light left. 

And that was when disbelief pulled her up, grasped her, lurching forward. Disbelief in the form of a figure that lay motionless on the beach of the river, like he had been cast there after the wreckage of a ship. His dark clothes were still wet from the being in the river, she could only presume. His shirt hung open, and his black shock of hair melded to the side of his head and spilled into his eyes in unkempt glossy waves. Daunting realization washed over her, slapping her back into reality that she had been cast out of since first encountering the slicker jacket that was still in her hands. Pulling herself up, some nameless force drew the line of her gait as she made a beeline for him. 

“ Deucalion? What in the hell are you doing here? ” she screamed against the clashing of the elements that fused together, in a line of defense directly behind her. Father no more, it was just Deucalion now.

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nikolai. part iii.

Her thoughts began to race, introducing her to the dark gifts she had been akin to since birth. Ripping the necklace from her throat, she made a fist with the ornamental crystal. The weight of the piece of dowsing crystal felt solid in her enclosed palm, and as she dropped it straight, it begun to align in a seesaw-like motion. Back and forth on its chain it swung, neither left nor right. Finally, as it was picked up by the eddying draft, it swung and swerved. Her mind connecting to her third eye, and finally to that of the pendulum, she bit the petal of her lower lip as her mind began to see through it, to the source. Her power connected with that of the gemstone, the housing of power that was stored into it by wake of full moonlight just this past week. As she began to walk, the oscillating motion began to straighten itself and lifted mid-stride until it was flush at the way she was holding it and led an unequivocal path. Like a dog on a scent.

And it was headed straight down to the inlet of the river.

Not struggling against the way that it was suspended, she knew that if she broke concentration of it, it would be a dead end. Ushering with her mind the intent she needed; she poured forth all her power in that distinct moment to wager war against the world to find the missing member of her family, her Circle— who was more like a son to her than anyone in the world. She had to protect him somehow, someway. She wouldn’t give up. She couldn’t give up. Just a little while longer, Niky. I will find you. She breathed out in the back of her mind. She had to put it away, though. Her concentration had to be on the locator spell— nothing else mattered.  Even though she was pleading to the heavens what she begged herself to not believe. She couldn’t lose hope— not yet.

The footfalls became steeper and more guided as she made her way down the precipitous knoll. Brambles traveled and encroached to swivel at her slender ankles, entwining at the material of her pale jeans as a means of evading her from her path. Stepping over the thicket, she made her way along the sandy shore just outside of the coarse, yellow-tinged straggle of beach grass. Moving closer to the inlet, her feet contacted the soft sand that led to the bank of the river, its peaceful water plashing against the old narrow dock that jutted out into the diameter of the brook. The overhang of clouds began to menacingly gather, darkening the area as the pattering of raindrops made an overture with the atmosphere, the beach, and the surface of the water.

The crystalline pendulum never stopped moving nor did it lose direction— it didn’t stray from its original path as the witch that dominated it never wavered in power. The sinking feeling of dread at once seized her. It had been the one thing, the only thing, that she had to hold onto. The path that she had descended on would lead her to Nik— but where? The river? Nikolai could not swim. And yet the orb was leading her closer and closer to the water’s edge. Observing her surroundings, and roving her eyes upward, she bit her plush lip until it ghosted milky-white in pallor. Shaking her head dismally in disbelief, there was no way that he would have come out here by himself.

He was a clever youth, and he had been known for it at such an early age, just as she had. That was particularly why The Council had chosen him to be a part of Circle. He had been one of the first of his kind to show power at birth— just like she. Both children, while in their bassinets had unwittingly caught the drapes on fire without a presence or source to explain it; that was how they had first come into power without it being orchestrated. They had had a connection ever since Nik had been born, as it would solely remind the enchantress looking for the child that they were one and the same— they were bound. She had to find the missing part of her soul, because without him she was disconnected. Alone. Trembling from the frigid arctic weather in what was once seemingly peaceful just moments before, she gulped down the last of her reservations. The more the pendulum heightened on its sterling silver attachment, the more it led her out to the direction of that god damned river. 

It was then and only then that she examined with scrutiny— but not with her eyes, as she was in fear of breaking the connection with the pendulum. The frigid splashing of the water as it encircled and absorbed the material of her jeans, soaking them through to what felt like her very bone barrow— it chilled her to her core as it made her lips quiver and her teeth chatter erratically. Her mouth dropping open in trepidation, it completely overcame any rational sense. She could not panic, though she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she already had breached that apex. Stepping over the delta formations that the sediment caused of the riverbank, she trudged through the shore of the river to move in completely. For an eternity, everything was propelled in slow motion. She could hear the cacophony of birds in the canopy of trees at some point behind her, away from the inlet. She could hear the crashing of the river’s waves from the duration of the unnatural storm that was about to contravene.

And then everything stopped.

The slow motion deafened her to the brink of her sanity, overwhelming her every vast sense. The pendulum would not have unleashed in this direction if it were not onto Nikolai’s trail. It acted as a very good watchdog— the straight and narrow path like that of his tail in the air, head to the ground. It had been onto something and then it just… dispersed. As if it had never been onto the path at all. She was immersed waist-deep in the dark, murky water as it swirled unceremoniously around her. From the heavy clouds overhead, and the threat of thunder as it boomed and clashed in the background, lightning wouldn’t be too far from its descent. She could still make out the silver chain, but the crystal ebbed and flowed, twisting and turning at the end of it. It had lost course, or it had found its stopping point. The magic was eradicated, and the witch looked up at the clouds as if to ask the age-old question.

But why? Why here? Why just… stop here? The daunting realization that she had not wanted to ascertain was the fact that she had gotten her answers long before she was ready to accede to them. 

[wickedslip]

the triggers that I have tagged so far. if you have any that I need to add to this list, please let me know. I don't really have many triggers, but please tag animal death, that's about it. I thought this deserves its very own post.

𝐓𝐖 : death mention. 𝐓𝐖 : alcohol mention. 𝐓𝐖 : scopophobia. 𝐓𝐖 : guns.

𝐓𝐖 : weapons. 𝐓𝐖 : drugs mention. 𝐓𝐖 : lepidopterophobia. 𝐓𝐖 : entomophobia.

𝐓𝐖 : spicy content. 𝐓𝐖 : nudity. 𝐓𝐖 : astrology. 𝐓𝐖 : negativity.

𝐓𝐖 : blood. 𝐓𝐖 : religion. 𝐓𝐖 : creepy.

[wickedslip]

🖤

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝚨 🖤  𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝚨𝐓 𝚨 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝚨𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝚮𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.

Touring the city of New Orleans with her madre, the last thing that Nausicaaä had wanted was to be suspended in the immense public eye of a city she was unfamilar with, and with someone she had lost every last vestige of respect she had for her. Their relationship had been frayed, literally teetering on the edge, but the familial death of her baby brother had ripped the rest of it off, as though it were a baby tooth that had finally come loose. And in its place was a seething hatred that she had had for the Black family matriarch, and why she chose to use her grandparent's last name of Thorn instead.

Walking along the expanse, she had nearly glided into a girl with earbuds shoved into her ears, seemingly tuning out the world. Correcting her position, she weaved as the girl bobbed, as graceful as dancers at a ballet for the nutcracker. Grinning, she couldn't help the way her eyes sparked their amethyst hue at her, even brighter and paler of a lavender hue in the blustering sun. ❛ Excuse me! ❜ Nausicaa mouthed, knowing her music was too loud for her to hear her, and her thoughts of her were that she was a delightfully enchanting girl, even if she looked... haunted.

[wickedslip]

nikolai. part v.

The downpour fractured the clouds, bringing down the descent of the heavens as it seized the area in heavy torrents of slashing rainfall. Her rage besting her, her mind contacted with the elements and the lighting that became more prominent as its electric current collided through the canopy of trees, gashing clean through one of the tree trunks and shaking the ruptured earth in its wake. The sound of splintering wood could be heard, and the permeating scent assaulted her nostrils, and yet she could not turn away from his face. What was that expression that she was seeing? Defeat? Agony? Guilt? Remorse?  It was all a mother fucking lie. And he was the predecessor of all lies.

“ You are not fucking here right now! ” she screeched at him. First it was but a breathless semblance of a whisper, and that was when she felt the force of the situation clench around her throat like a noose. The more she looked at him, the closer she got, the more out of constraint she was developing. Descending upon him, she gripped at his shirt, clutching him by the collar of it and pulled him up. She hadn’t realized it, but she had made contact, literally pulling him in parallel positioning where he had been of the opposite just before. Her limbs on one side of him, knees digging into pebbly river front, she began to shake him with ferocity, clawing into his shirt and grasping it with more vigor than ever before.

“ If you have done anything to my brother, I will destroy you. ” She whispered, voice still hoarse from being out in the frigidity of the perilous elements. “ I will kill you if you had anything to do with this! You and fucking Demetria! ” her sharp, prismatic gaze stared from him to the bright slicker in her hand. The slicker represented the good in the world, even when battling the dismal grey clouds above and the downpour of water that they were enshrouded in. But of course, he had everything to do with it. Why else would he have been out here, soaking wet? He was as good as branded with the scarlet letter of a different kind.

Striking at his chest, it was the first of many blows to him that would transpire. Once the force of her hand had contacted his body, followed by his face, she found that she could not deter lashing out at him. Her eyes filled to the brim as they streamed in rivulets and conjoined with the water from the rain that collapsed onto them. Her dark hair bedraggled, and the tresses were plastered in waves against her skull. Bright, iridescent orbs stared back at him in vehemence as this was the one thing that could never be undone. The one thing in her path that could not be altered. Her father had done something to her brother, and there was no salvaging the fact that he was dead, and he was here on the beach, not even ten feet from where she had stood in the river. The current vast and steep, steep enough to carry a small body out and to subdue him entirely. They might not ever find the body to give him the peace that he deserved to have. Finally standing over him, glowering down at him— a living abomination that was one hundred times worse than the devil could ever be.

And that was the first time she realized that’s exactly who Deucalion was. El diablo. The devil had come to New Salem, and it had been him all fucking along. And she was connected to him. And it was because of her that Nik was dead. Her fault.  

“ I will never forgive you for what you’ve done, you monster! Not ever! ” She caterwauled at him, sobs racking her entire visage, and her body lax with the emotions that she had wished would just cease to be. “ You did it. ” 

Putting two and two together, he had pulled him there. He had somehow coerced him and fooled him into thinking he was safe. How could you not trust the person that gave you life? And then it was just… all over. Dropping to her knees, her head falling parallel to her hands, she sobbed into them as never before. Not recognizing anything anymore, the witch fell in defeat, barely recognizing being lifted into a set of arms, carried off into the night.

Not everything is what you think. This isn’t to be wrapped with a pretty little bow, like your childhood innocence. What you think you’ve seen is your mind trying to cover a truth that you simply aren’t ready for. And when you do remember, and when you want to speak to me about it, I’ll be here. As I always have. As I always will be. You are more my fucking daughter than you want to admit.

His telepathy, the very thing she had inherited from him, was the last thing she remembered before succumbing to oblivion.

[wickedslip]

nikolai. part ii.

Her mind went back to a safer place, the time when Nik had first been born. A veil shrouded her mind to where she could not remember the reasoning as to why she had been there or even other people around that time. She had only been ten and she was more concentrated on the new baby that was forged into their circle. She had remembered wanting to hold him, and all else didn’t seem to hold any substantial relevance to the pale olive, slender child with locks as raven as hers, and with eyes that wholly matched. She had watched with childlike eyes full of wonder and peered into the bassinet at the fragile thing wrapped in a cloud of a cashmere coverlet. Eyes as violet azure as Nordic Fjords encroaching a bruising tempest. There was an air of innocence that could not be interrupted by the fragile child, and she had glowed in elation and wonderment at everything she witnessed.

Not much had changed since those years, except the world was sharper, full of pointed, razor edges and humans grew colder and more dismal as the girl had aged. Her brother had been taken from her long ago to teach her a lesson that you could not interrupt the basic law of nature— that evil existed, and it could take on more than one form. It had been a long time ago, and somehow, she had convinced herself that Nik no longer existed at times; it was easier to take in if she didn’t think about him and the condition of his death. And how she had found him.  

Catapulting from her reverie, and side-winded by the torrent of emotions that had washed over her, she sniffed gently yet thoroughly into the air. There was a wrongness about it that she couldn’t put into comprehension, but the taste of the aftershock left a coppery tinge to it as she moistened her parted lips. They were dry from lack of resources over an extended duration, and she knew that that was why she felt so frail; she had not eaten anything since breakfast the day prior and she could barely withstand its result. The berries had long vanished from her system as had the celadon-tinged matcha latte that was traditional for her household to consume in the early hours. Rubbing her icy arms vigorously with her hands, she tried to steal warmth from her heated palms as the friction rendered a slight burn from them. It must have been cold the night prior, giving way to the elements and she more than likely had come down with a cold.

Her hair blustering slightly in the breeze behind her, and a gravitating draft caught in mid-stride as she began to slowly migrate, looking each way, left and right, leaving no area undiscovered by her scanning violet-tinged hues. She was weak and body felt heavy, bursting fracture of unrelenting defeat— she knew in the back of her mind that something dreadful had happened to him. To Nik. The sinister guise that had seized form over the picturesque town as of late all but instructed her to deem it as truth. From the oceanfront domiciles of many of the estates that lined the Atlantic, influential domains could be something found on the cover of homemaking magazines. The sprawling Victorian that her family had acquired upon moving here and been a quick purchase and Demetria had been jubilant over their good fortune upon moving from Mexico.

Was she the only person that could feel let alone see for herself the sense of ominous foreboding— the shadow that seemed to clutch the vicinity with its dominating fury? Like a mourning dove, bone in pigment, plucked out of the dank, lead-dark sky. And right now, it had lost its shade of azure, transforming into a white-grey appearance as if a milk bowl was turned upside down, all its contents seeping out to leave not a trace of the jovial, cerulean color that had once blanketed the atmosphere. It was as if the very elements had pulled her out and away from reality to prepare her for what was to come. 

A premonition?

Nausicaa reflected on her innermost thoughts, turbulence in the dissonance that laid in wait. Moving faster, covering more terrain, the elements were trying to propel her away from the conduit of her course. Long, hip-grazing tresses thrashed against the force of the stronger gales, signaling that another influx of storms like the one from last night would take effect. She had to find Nik before they were caught, propelling them in another outburst from madre naturaleza— no. This was out of even her control; this was something else, a different and more malevolent act at work.

There had still been no other updates, and it remained silent as it was situated about the snug faded lining of her jeans pocket. Her stark black and white chucks trampling through indigo-tinted bachelor button wildflowers and the slightly overgrown chartreuse grass as she moved once again past the old church that seemed to have been dropped down on the dismal path against its very own will— like a mockery to her. The entrance of the church had an air of pretense all the way to the rusted belfry where the bell would chime each Sunday. Each introspection squawked at her to go the other way, to go back the way that she had come. To get back into her car and to leave far, far away from this place. But she knew that if she didn’t go, if she did not transcend the way she was going in her leaden footfalls, that she would be filled with a pang of guilt— because what if he had gone this way? 

Niky, she called out in a surging, coiled spiral of telepathy. It was how members of their Circle could openly communicate with one another without the interference of human minds to hinder their path.  It was how she had always done it— since she was old enough to walk without falling.

Can you hear me? Where are you? She pledged to herself that she would only use it in the extreme case of a dire emergency, lest she called more shadowy creatures to the immediate area, like that of her father. Please answer me Nik, please! But no sound convened with her to satisfy nor nurture the betraying thoughts that were slowly already filling her petrified mind— it would not quell the fact that she knew that the wavelength had been broken, and in Thorn Law, the laws that governed the whole society of witches, that meant one of two things. That the other party was either unconscious, or worse.

No! Do not think it, idiot! Do not go there, do not venture down that path that your fleeting, betraying mind is trying to carry you. Because if you think about it, if you will it, it can surely usher it into existence. Running her slender, olive hands vexingly through her long chocolate-dark tresses and piercing her scalp with the tapered black nails, the pain would further hinder her from her previous transgressions. She had to find him; that was all there was to it.