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mayumiiyuu · 2 years ago

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i. talia

eddie munson x Filipina!oc

part ii || part iii

Talia Evangelista was the perfect girl, the golden child of her family, the Sweetheart of Hawkins High; living the sweet life as top of her class and excellent social life with her numerous friend groups. She was a star, burning brighter and brighter towards an even brighter future. But every star eventually burns out. What happens when she finally drops from the exhaustion, spiraling from all the pressure riding on her shoulders? And What more when you throw in the metalhead dungeon master of the Hellfire club into the mix?

face claim (artbreeder ily)

A/N: i’ve literally been so obsessed w eddie munson u have no idea,, so i made an oc for stranger things as one does when they fall for a fictional character,, also i’ll be posting more of these bc nothing inspires me more than dorks i could fall in love with !! also eddie might be a little ooc, still feeling out his character lol.

TW: none, though her family story is deeply rooted in her country’s history, the Philippines, mentioning the disappearances of reporters and journalists who criticized the government’s corruption during the Marcos Regime, specifically when Martial Law was declared.

Talia Evangelista was a lot of things.

She was top of her class, top of the school. And on top of that, she was a champion figure skater, having ballet classes to help with her choreography, an accomplished musician, and a black belt in taekwondo, she was nothing short of a go getter and overachiever.

Despite all her extracurricular activities, she was outgoing and bubbly, friendly to any and all who approached her, naturally attracted to her sunshine-y persona. She was in multiple friend groups due to her various extracurriculars, from those she discussed with as captain of the debate team, to fellow ice skaters and ballerinas, the band mates she had made comrades with, to some of the smiley, preppy cheerleaders, to even some of the regular party goers and throw-ers in the school. She helped them with their homework, even slipping some of the lazier students cheat sheets, she was seen as harmless, her kind aura naturally made people want to open up to her about their problems, and of course she was always there for them when they needed it! With all her compassion, wit, and friendliness, she was nicknamed ‘The Sweetheart of Hawkins High’.

She had a good reputation, yet another gold star for her ever growing collection of awards.

She was the perfect girl, with a perfect track record and a bright personality to match.

Of course she was perfect. That was what she had to be. What she could only be, in the eyes of her aunt, lest she be worth anything less. Otherwise, she would be tormented, both at home and at school.

In spite of her seeming perfection, Talia loathed herself. She hated how she could never fully, truly, be 100% herself. Sure, she was sweet and charming, but no one wanted a girl who kept talking about her problems, her aunt had snapped at her once; and it was too bad that Talia seemed to have many, keeping each and every shard of her broken heart inside of her.

Any of the people in her life had to be approved by her aunt, everything about herself had to be scanned and approved by her. What she wore, who she talked to, whatever she did, was always closely monitored by her aunt. She didn't have an identity, nothing real anyway. She was always what ever other people wanted her to be, her personality changing around others like a chameleon changing its colors to suit its environment. Introverted with the introverted, extroverted with the extroverted, go along to get along. Sometimes she wondered if she truly knew who she was. Besides this identity crisis, Talia had a crippling case of an inferiority complex, constantly being berated by her aunt whenever she didn't achieve what she wanted her to achieve. Her insecurities ran deep, carefully hidden behind all her medals and honorary certificates. She constantly felt the need to prove herself, to compete, just for her to feel some shred of self worth and temporary happiness.

If Talia had the power to do anything on this earth it would be to reunite with her father.

Joselito Evangelista was a reporter, already one of the most dangerous jobs in the Philippines, even more dangerous now upon the start of the Marcos Regime. Borderline obsessed with his work in order to reveal the truth to the eyes of the people, his fixation on his work only put him into more danger as he was heavily invested in exposing the corruption of their government. This ultimately led him to being "sent away" on a particular "job". But Talia's family knew better.

The sudden disappearances of numerous reporters, the closure of radio stations and newspapers that held any content of criticizing the present government ran rampant across the country. They knew Joselito would be one of them.

Talia, his youngest child and the only girl of the family, a true daddy's girl, was utterly devastated upon realizing what had happened.

And so they were entrusted to their father's younger sister, Auntie Isabela, who took them to the United States of America, not to live the American dream, but to escape the nightmare that was in the Philippines.

The family had done so in order to ensure the children's safety lest they be targeted or used for ransom. And, having no mother to care for them, Auntie Isabela had become their legal guardian and ward.

Auntie Isabela was nothing short of a warden.

A's had to be straight, medals had to be gold, ribbons had to be blue, there was never any room to be second place.

"Second place is first place for those who lose." Her aunt sneered at the thought of her niece getting anything silver or bronze as an award.

Not only that, but Talia needed to have a good social life, told to make connections along the way to ensure her future, her family's future. With Gael, her eldest brother being in the military, Joaquin, her second brother following in the footsteps of his father to become a journalist, Andres, the middle child, having gone to veterinary school instead of pursuing his Auntie's wishes for him to become a lawyer, and Danilo having to temporarily drop out of college, she was their only hope of a better life, as her Auntie Isabela always reminded her.

Talia was never allowed to settle. Why would you settle when you could always have more, be more? Her Aunt said condescendingly. Talia was an Evangelista for God's sake, an old rich family in back in the Philippines, she could only be the best to have the best.

Her family was complicated.

Her father was the black sheep of the family, having been basically disowned by his parents for following a career path far different to what they had set before him, that, piled unto the fact he was forced to become a single father while his wife left him, made things worse for his standing in the family and how they viewed him. Talia's branch of the family had always been branded as the "poor" ones, kawawa, as her relatives would say. They didn't have the luxury of growing up with her grandparent's money, they didn't stay in their ancestral home nor were they raised there, unlike her cousins. Their house was simple compared to the vast, elaborately decorated homes of her other aunts and uncles, sometimes they had struggled to pay the bills and groceries while her other relatives dined like kings and queens without a care in the world.

"Do you really want your family to stay poor? I did my brother a favor by taking you here and this is how you repay me? You go retake that test and give me an A unless you want to be living in squalor all your life. You're in the last year of your high school, the deal was that I would take care of you and your brothers until you turn 19. How long do you think you can stand being without my money? So stop crying! Do your work, study harder until you memorize the entire textbook. You're not having dinner unless you do that!"

But Talia never saw her family as poor. Sure, there were hard days, their house was small and there were times when the electricity took a few weeks to come back, but those days living there were the happiest days of her life. While they had been having troubles budgeting enough money in order for all of them to eat, Tala never had a day where she would go hungry. Her brothers and father ensured that she was well fed. "So you'll grow up big and strong!" Her father would cry with a wide smile and a crinkle in his eyes whenever he would give Talia the bigger half of whatever it was they were eating.

She may not have went to school with the newest designer bag nor had all the branded clothes snooty rich kids had, but she remembered how her father would always come home with pasalubong, homecoming gifts from his work trips to give to her and her siblings. She remembers the times when he'd come home from work, tired, but still with a smile on his face as he handed her the prettiest dress she had ever seen. Since then, she had worn it to mass almost every week, in shiny shoes her oldest brother polished himself, and the charm bracelet left by her mother.

She never had the best toys either, but who needed toys when you had a tin can and slippers? She would always come home excitedly after school as she would always call her brothers and neighborhood friends to play tumbang preso with her, throwing slippers at a can until it fell and they had to run from being tagged as the next it. She didn't need any Barbie doll or action figure when she had the spinning tops her brothers would trade their other toys for to the other kids, knowing it was her favorite to play with.

When her brothers were in high school, sometimes Gael would go to the school supply shop near their house in order to fetch her new crayons or colored pencils and paper for her to draw on. Instead of singing songs to pretty girls like the other high school guitar playing boys did, Joaquin took his time in order to teach Talia how to play after begging him to teach her. Occasionally, Andres would use part of his cigarette money to buy Talia her favorite candies from the store a few blocks down. Danilo, meanwhile, learned how to sew in order to help patch up or embellish Talia's clothes.

Looking back, Talia never felt any lack in her life when it came to material things. "Your wish is my command." Her father would say whenever she excitedly opened whatever pasalubong he had brought home that day.

She and her family were tight-knit, thick as thieves. Her brothers, being her older brothers, were always protective of her, always made sure she was doing okay even though they weren't too okay themselves, and Talia is forever grateful for that.

Imagine the heaviness in her heart when they were forced to go their separate ways, leaving her with the aunt they disdained.

Gael, in service moving from place to place depending on where he was stationed. Joaquin on the East coast, Andres in the west, and Danilo on a long trip to Mexico.

Where have the days gone?

What goes up, must come down. That was Talia's rule in life. No expectations no problem, so long as she was the epitome of perfection, nothing and no one could ever stand in her way.

Until she had caught herself spiraling.

It started out like it typically did, sudden migraines while studying, complete lack of motivation, and the questioning of her life and list of priorities.

She had convinced herself she was just putting on too much pressure on herself, letting her aunts harsh words get to her, and all she needed to do to relive her of her stress was to relax.

And she knew a quick and easy way to do so.

It was no secret that some of her brothers had smoked it, Andres had been a smoker since high school, and her other brother Danilo had his fair share of being laced at parties. But of course, picture perfect, precious little Talia would never touch those sort of thing!

She silences the doubts in her mind, things change. Maybe she wasn’t the picture perfect Talia she was made out to be.

Desperate for some sort of relief, Talia had managed to ask around for dealers in the area, and eventually a name made their way in hushed whispers out from their lips: Eddie Munson.

He had since been labeled by the popular kids as a "freak", bullied and made to be the butt of every joke by his peers for being different and non conforming. Talia couldn't help but envy him, or admire him in a way, with his carefree demeanor and somewhat unconventional ways of expression. He only hung out with people he truly liked, and liked him just as much. He didn’t hide under any false pretenses, he was wholly and truly himself.

While he had an eccentric reputation, Talia's little interactions with him were short and pleasant. Picking up her pencil when she dropped it on accident in class, letting her pass first whenever she walked into a room like a gentleman. Talia liked him, well, she liked everybody, she had always found it hard to hate anyone to the point where she would go out of her own way to make them feel bad.

She was observant, curiosity was simply imbedded in her nature, and she was most definitely curious about this Eddie kid.

So, during one of their classes together, on the rare occasion he went to class, she passed him a note, saying that she'd like to meet up with him after class, on the benches near the track field. He gave her a knowing look and nodded.

At the sound of the bell, signaling lunchtime, she headed for the spot she had asked to meet at.

Talia sat, twiddling with her fingers as she looked around, waiting. It was a fine autumn day, the sun was high in the sky, but the crisp weather of autumn made it cool, refreshing. For a minute, Talia closed her eyes to listen to the trees sway to the wind passing by, to the chirp of birdsong; and it was as if she was transported back home, in the spring pools near Mount Makiling where her father used to take them to every summer.

Her thoughts of home were disrupted at the sound of shuffling leaves and footsteps. She opened her eyes to behold a boy with wild, curly hair and big brown eyes, his shirt embellished with a demon design and the words "Hellfire Club" embellished on the front.

She smiled at him, unsure at first what the courtesies even were for a drug deal. "Hi."

He smiled back, dropping his metal lunchbox onto the table before taking his seat. "Hi."

Talia played with the hem of skirt, still unsure as she avoided eye contact with him. "So um, how does this work?"

“Well, first of all, I accept cash only payments, no receipts or anything, for obvious reasons and uh--”

Talia could only nod, finding it hard to focus on his words, the sound of her heart beating in her ears made it hard to listen.

Noticing that she was spaced out, Eddie waved a hand in front of her face, effectively snapping Talia out of her trance.

“You know, we don’t have to continue this if you don’t want to--“

“No, no, I’m, uh, sorry, I’m just-- I’m a little nervous.” She wipes her sweaty palms on her skirt.

Eddie chuckles. "Hey, you don't have to be all nervous with me, I should be the one all sweaty and stuttering, with one of the most popular girls at school sitting right in front of me."

She lets out a small laugh, shaking her head, her initial tension dissipates.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't consider myself that."

"You wouldn't? You're liked by practically the entire school, faculty included." He points at her, pursing his lips.

She laughs, again, but a heavy feeling settles in her stomach. "I don't know if I'm even half of what anyone thinks I am." What was she doing, confiding in someone who was basically a complete stranger? Talia had no idea why those words tumbled out of her mouth, berating herself inside her head. Great, now he thinks you’re weird or like, fishing for compliments.

"I mean, to me you definitely are," he stands up, his hands behind his back as he paces around the table, her eyes can't help but follow him. "Let's see, the great Talia Evangelista, top of the school, star figure skater, and musician prodigy, the sweetheart of Hawkins High." He turns, now beside her. "Checks all the boxes for me, Ms. Perfect."

She rolls her eyes playfully. "You forgot black belt taekwondo student."

Eddie frowns then takes a bow. "My apologies, well accomplished madam."

Talia laughs again. "Yeah but seriously, people only like me for what I can give them, study notes, cheat sheets, gossip, whatever other petty high school thing there is."

Eddie lifts the lid of his lunchbox, revealing the goods Talia had come for. "Well, Madam Evangelista, it seems you and I have more in common than one may think."

She shuffled in her seat. Was she being rude? Randomly asking someone for weed without getting to know them first? Is there even any sort of etiquette when dealing drugs? Suddenly she felt guilt creep up her throat. She swallowed, no, he's right. That's just how the world works, right? You give something, you get something. Still Talia couldn’t help but try and swallow the guilt that had begun to crawl up her throat.

"So, I can charge you around 25 for this much—?" Eddie's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Um, well, uh, I'm actually kind of new to all this." She muttered.

"Really? I mean, I guess that's expected, straight as an arrow, just like her A's." Eddie joked, but all Talia could do was smile.

"You know, we really don't have to continue this if you don't want to." He says, sensing her hesitation.

"No, no, it's just that..would you maybe mind showing me the ropes?"

Eddie let out a breath. "I mean, I don't usually do this but uh, yeah, sure."

"I'll make sure to pay you for whatever we smoke, or huff maybe? I don't know how this works." She hides her face in her hands, a habit she did when she was embarrassed.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," He reassured her. "No need, try before you buy, am I right?" He chuckles, again. He absolutely had no idea why he was saying that, usually he only took his payment, gave them weed, and left. But this was Talia, sweet, kind Talia who somehow kept her humanity despite having friends from the popular crowd. Hell, everyone liked her, it was only natural to be attracted to her overwhelming positivity.

"So do I like, need your address or something?" She muttered.

"I mean, I can give it to you, unless you'd like to take a ride on my mighty steed." He joked. She knew he was joking, but Talia couldn't help but be completely entranced by this boy, curious of him.

"I'd like to take you up on that offer, actually," She replies, pulling up her cardigan's sleeves. "About the ride to your place, I mean."

Eddie blinks. Wait, was she actually serious?

"Uhhh really? You'd risk being seen with me?" He points towards his chest.

Talia furrowed her eyebrows. "Why would that be a problem?" She shrugged.

"Well, it may be part of the fact that you're up here—" he lifts his hand up above his head. "—on the social pyramid and well, I'm down here," he lowers his hand up until his torso.

It was her turn to chuckle. Time to throw all caution into the wind. "Who cares if we're seen together? I sure don't, and if anyone does it's their problem, not mine." Talia was tired of pretending, tired of being ‘perfect’, of being someone she wasn't. Fuck anyone to hell now, all she needed was free reign over her life and this would mark the start of that.

"Okay then," Eddie says, tone pleasantly surprised. "I'll uh, pick you up after class?"

Talia picks up her back pack. "We can go now if you want." She smiles, doe eyes shining.

"You're okay with missing classes?" Eddie tilts his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Yeah." She nods, shrugging nonchalantly, doing her best to ignore the pulsating of her heart at the thought of her aunt finding out about this. Oh who cares, Evangelista? Auntie Isabela is out for the week, what could go wrong?

"Alright then, well, I'll lead the way." Eddie smiles, motioning her to follow him.

Talia hesitated, biting her lip before jogging towards him in order to catch up to his speed, pushing any and every doubt or feelings of hesitation to the back of her head.

Fuck it.

#eddie munson x oc #eddie munson #stranger things oc

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kindafunnyblonde-blog · 7 years ago

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hi babies!! i know that i’ve been shitty with my activity on renee recently, but this is my announcement that this stops NOW! i would really like to get some connections for her, because she really has nothing going on for her aside from sweet ass mojo & her weird relationship with dean & roman, so pls pls pls message me if you’re interested! babe doesn’t have any real plots, so everything is open ^ o ^ love you!

#bg: plot call #( &&. regular-er girl | ooc. )

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bubblegum-pilot · 7 years ago

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#me: girl no #me: but! BUT!! BUT!!!! Both Magica and Morgana are typical regular/dark magic witches #and there isn't a white witch in dt cano n #so mayb e #my gi rl #could b e #like it could've skipped generations in h er fa mily #and considering how Launchpad is so fearful of magic and witches it could make sense that he grew up hearing horror stories about relatives #and loopy after learning she has the 'gift' she hides it #she usually uses for flowers #or the wind #or to help animals #or protective charms on the ones she lov es #and if it so happens???? that millie??? or reggie???? or grin???? learn of it????#sjkdlaf dsf #DONT JUDGE ME #I LOVE WITCHES AND MAGIC O KAY #'OOC; Out Of The Sky'

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has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong · 4 years ago

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Let There Be Cake!!

In which an assortment of Mastersonas visit Seihai’s Chaldea for some tea.

Disclaimer: Err well this may be a very random representation of all the masters, but I hope you enjoy it. (lmao) This may be a bit ooc ;; don’t destroy me pls

Decorating the tables with napkins and cutlery; Mash, Gudako and Seihai helped prepare for today’s meeting.

“I can’t believe so many masters are coming to visit,” Gudako grinned, as she nudged Seihai in the ribs- her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re lucky that I managed to get people like Emiya to lend a hand with the cooking!”

Rubbing their side indignantly, Seihai grimaced. “Hey, don’t nudge me like that! And yeah, I’m grateful...I almost had a panic attack once I caught sight of the guest list.”

Seihai was struck with awe once they realized how many different Chaldeas existed concurrently amongst one another. All they had sent out was a measly little pager, yet it had managed to make a huge impact.

“...To think that parallel worlds really exist...I dunno what to say, really.”

“Haha, try seeing it this way instead- if we can even summon servants from mythological epics, then who’s to say that only one version of this world exists? For all you know, we may live in an entire realm of endless interdimensional universes!” Spreading her arms wide, Gudako reared back her head with laughter, as Seihai accidentally tripped over the table. “For all you know, there may be 100 Gudakos! And they probably all have a nice harem tucked under their sleeves, as well!”

Before Gudako could lapse into yet another one of her much-loved rambles, Da Vinci rushed towards the door of the canteen. “Yahoo! The guests are all here, Gudako, Mash, Seihai. I sure hope you’re prepared!” And with a wink, they were back out the door again.

“Senpai, I think that’s our cue to go now.” Mash cuts off Gudako’s resistance by wrapping her arms around them. “No, senpai. Let’s leave Seihai to deal with teatime today. Good luck, Seihai.”

“Thanks....” Seihai muffled a laugh when they caught sight of the flailing Gudako, who was passionately yelling “NO, I DON’T WANNA WAIT ‘TIL LATER! I WANT TEA NOW!”

‘Gudako sure is an interesting master...’ Taking a deep breath, they went to greet the guests gathering within the hallway.

As soon as Seihai turned the corner, a ginormous loaf of bread was thrust in their direction.

“GWAH!” Leaping back in surprise, Seihai almost tumbled to the ground, until another master with cool, black-lace boots helped them up.

It was Candace and Quin!

“S-sorry about that. You know...I saw your face, and the bread. Yes, well here’s some bread.” Candace smiled softly, as they passed their loaves to Seihai. “I wanted to pass a gift for today.”

“Thanks, that’s nice of you. This bread smells amazing...I feel like I’m in bread heaven...” Turning back to face Quin, Seihai grinned. “Thanks for the save there as well, Quin. You have great reflexes.”

“Ah, that’s nothing much! I just wanted to help, that’s all.” Quin smiles sweetly, as they peer at the bread. “Ooh, that does look tasty...”

“It’s bread courtesy of my own Olive Garden,” Candance’s eyes gleamed with pride; as Quin giggled softly.

“I’ve heard the tales of your Olive Garden as well. BB says that she’d like to make dragon steaks there someday.” As Quin cheerfully shared this, Seihai paled in terror.

‘BB? DRAGON STEAKS? SHE’S NOT GOING TO COOK LIZ AGAIN, IS SHE?’ Only Seihai worried about this, as Quin and Candace enjoyed a good conversation about all of the madcap shenanigans that occurred in the Olive Garden; as well as BB’s cooking skills.

Once Seihai lead them to their seats, they greeted the next group of visitors. There, was none other than Kiryu- with a shy Bunyan lurking by their side, as they held hands- and Julius, holding a rather interesting contraption.

“Nice to see you both,” Seihai waved. As they peered down at the trembling Bunyan, concern flickered across their features. “Is Bunyan okay?”

“She’s just a bit shy,” As Kiryu patted her head, Bunyan smiled brightly. “Hope you’ve got some good drinks and snacks for today.”

“Err...Well we have some tea and stuff....Hahahaha...” In fact, Seihai had no idea at all what was going to be served for tea. They had more or less left everything up to Emiya. “Yeah...”

“I’m looking forward to it too,” Julius unleashed a rather huge machine. “In order to celebrate, I enlisted the help of a few allies to make a ‘magical tea’ device.”

“Cool, what does it do?” Kiryu gave it a light tap.

“It can create tea; in any flavor you want.” Julius explained excitedly. “And by any flavor, I mean any.”

“Nice. That’s more my kinda style.” As Kiryu hi-fived Julius for his genius idea, Seihai clapped with wonder. Julius’ inventions were awesome.

“Thanks, Julius. Well, the canteen is just by there. I’ll see you in a bit!” As Seihai went to look for the other guests, they were caught off guard by an array of floating cards.

Yes, floating cards.

‘B-bruh..what?!!!’ “Y-yo...” Seihai smiled awkwardly as they backed away from the dancing cards. ‘Shit...Where’s my runes? SHIT!’ Worried that they were magical spirits or something, Seihai was about to unleash the algiz rune to make a protective ward- until the cards transformed into people!

It was an amazing magical trick. Arising from a sparkling array of stars was none other than Faye and Vann; two mages that were very adept at magical skills. As Seihai breathed a sigh of relief, Vann posed.

“Yo, it’s me! I’m excited for some tea today.” Vann gave both Faye and Seihai a fist-bump.

“Me too, it’s my first time visiting here! Glad to make your acquaintance.” Faye shook Seihai’s hand.

“Nice to meet you both as well." As Seihai greeted them, the two began to discuss their various skills.

"I'm amazed you also know some card skills and tricks, Faye. Think we could work together?" Vann summoned a card from thin air.

"Hehe, I was taught them by some good allies of mine. Sure, why not?" Pirouetting, Faye invokes a supreme burst of magic, as a bunch of photos land in her hands. "I've been putting my magic to great use lately."

"Ehh! Lemme see!" Vann and Seihai clamored around Faye, as they peered at her photos. "WHOA!!!"

In her hands was none other than a gleaming collection of rare Ereshkigal and Serenity photos....photos that were worth their weight in gold.

'Hot damn, that's so adorable...' Seihai's eyes watered slightly when she caught sight of the cute shots of Serenity laughing and Eresh blushing. 'Faye has some mad skills.'

"Whoa, you gotta teach me that sometime...Wait. Seihai, where are we going again?" Vann looked up suddenly. "Aren't we going for tea?"

"Ah, yeah...I forgot. The canteen’s just by your left.” As they went off on their way, Seihai freaked out in horror as yet another card leapt into their face-Vann grinning mischievously at them as he and Faye walked along.

“H-holy crap...card magic is so good, yet so scary at the same time...” Seihai hoped that they could be as good as them at magic someday. Finally turning to look for the other masters, they bumped into some familiar faces.

“Oh, there you are! We got lost on our way to the canteen,” The final group of masters stood nearby, waiting in the wings. Maya, Val and the mage trio of Kat, Cris and Jeanne greeted Seihai, as they lead them to the location of the tea party.

“Ah, sorry about that. Actually, I also got lost trying to locate you all,” Seihai grimaced. They had lived in Chaldea for god knows how long; yet still struggled to find their way around!!! “How are you all doing?”

“Never been better.” Maya spun to the side, tapping their feet. “It’s a nice break from my regular duties.”

“Ooh, you mean your duties as the CEO of Chaldea?” Kat shot them a wide grin. “How’s that going?”

“Perfectly well! I’m having a lot of fun. What about you? How’s the trio doing?”

“We’re doing great! Although Spartacus ran into a bit of a frenzy during the movie shooting recently,” Jeanne spoke reflexively, stroking her chin.

“Haha, sounds just like him!”

As they burst into rancorous laughter, Seihai tapped Val lightly on the shoulder. “How about you, Val? Are you doing alright?”

“Huh...? Oh, yeah?” A light blush sprinkled across her cheeks. It seemed as if Val was hiding something. And Seihai definitely wasn’t the only one to notice. Leaning towards Val, Maya cheered.

“You hiding a little something?” As Maya winked, Val’s blush deepened.

“Er...Well, you see...” Sucking in an enormous breath of air, Val swung a ginormous box out of thin air. “The girls and I picked out a bunch of tabletop RPGS for us to play! But I was a bit worried that you guys maybe wouldn’t want to play...So, yeah. Well, you know.”

“Val...” Seihai’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears. The fact that Val had gone out of her way to bring games that she carefully selected with the people she loved...It was adorable. So sweet that Seihai clutched their heart. “I really appreciate the sentiment. Thank you.”

“Yeah, we do too. Games are good fun,” Cris patted Val on the back, as Maya helped Val carry the enormous boxes. “No need to worry.”

“Trying out new hobbies is good! Besides, I read Jeanne Alter’s doujinshi on a daily basis. There’s no way I’d judge you for that.” Maya was right. Hobbies were great to share!

“...Thank you...”

Once everybody had gathered for tea, utter chaos ensued. As Seihai panicked, Emiya was competing against Julius’ tea machine. That’s right; Julius’ tea machine was a challenger in Emiya’s eyes. However, Emiya won the competition once he showed off his brilliant bartending skills- by elegantly pouring Kiryu a nice cup of beer.

“Heh. Not even a tea machine can match up against my bartending skills.” His expression was smug.

“He’s got you beat on that one,” Kiryu conceded, as he took a nice sip of beer. “Wow, this beer’s amazing!”

On the other hand, the other masters were cheerfully wolfing down Candace’s baked loaves, and a wide assortment of cakes that had been ever-so-kindly prepared for them. Even Bunyan was treated to a special pile of pancakes.

However, problems began to occur as masters started to arm wrestle over who’d get the biggest slice of cake. Despite this, Quin defeated every single challenger as swiftly as possible.

“I love cake,” She exclaimed, as she took a glorious slice. Nobody could defeat her!!

‘I’m so damn jealous...’ Seihai sighed, as they settled into a small slice. After that, things went even more nuts when playing some of Val’s tabletop RPGS. Even though magic was meant to be banned when playing games, that certainly didn’t stop anybody!

By the ends of things, the canteen was bustling with fun; laughter; and a massive pile of cards.

Once Seihai saw all of the masters off, they chortled. ‘That was a lot of fun...’

They hoped that they’d all come back again soon.

Lol it’s finished. Sadly, I couldn’t go into detail about the tea time events as there were so many visitors! well hope u enjoyed. XD

List Of Mastersonas Included (tags):

@hasabbydoneanythingwrong @hasishtardoneanythingwrong @hasereshdoneanythingwrong @hasnightingaledoneanythingwrong @haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong @hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong @havetheavengersdoneanythingwrong @hasbbdoneanythingwrong@hasnobbudoneanythingwrong

#fate series #mastersona #my writing #WAH SO MANY MASTERSONAS XDDD

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atc74 · 4 years ago

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The Sharp Knife of a Short Life

Warnings: Fluff, parental crap, fluff, love, scary situations, canon level violence, TW: Major Character Death

Summary: Y/N finds love with a young man who is new in town. Will their love last forever like she hopes, or will it end before it’s really begun?

Pairing: Lee Webb x Reader

Word Count: 4025

Written for: @amanda-teaches Amanda’s 2K Writer & Reader Challenge (“I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”), @alleiradayne‘s Summer Shut In Challenge (“Can you please come get me?”), and @katymacsupernatural Katy’s Make Me Feel Challenge (”That’s...a lot of blood.”. Writing has been such a struggle that I combined them all!

Beta’d by: @crashdevlin and @dean-winchesters-bacon. Thank you both so much for taking a look and being so supportive of a new character. Also to @dolphincliffs for continually supporting (and feeding) my Christian Kane fix.

A/N: We all know the orgin stories of our favorite, and not so favorite characters. But when a new character is introduced in the way Lee Webb was, there is so much to learn. He is a blank slate, except for his ending. We really don’t know what is and what not is OOC for him, so this is going to be so fun. I was inspired to write this after listening to The Band Perry’s “If I Die Young”. I’ve always thought this would be a great intro for a hunter, and I finally found it. I hope you enjoy the journey!

P.S. I am using my forevers and my Dean list, since he does make an appearance. Please let me know if you prefer not to be tagged, should there be future Leo installments. Thank you.

Circa 2001 - Somewhere in Oklahoma

“Mama, he’s a good man,” Y/N sighed loudly as she set the table for supper.

“He’s a drifter, Y/N. He’s only been in town a short time. And working at that place!” her mother, Ruth, spat.

“Not everyone gets a good family upbringin’. He’s had a hard life and is trying to make it better. And it’s a bar, Mama, not the Devil’s playground.” Y/N protested, slamming the last fork down harder than she intended.

“That’s exactly what it is! Nothing good ever happened in that place and you’re not going there!” It had been a long time since she had heard her mother raise her voice.

“Mother, I am twenty years old. I am not a child. Lee is a good man and I’ve been seeing him for more than three months. He’s coming to supper and you’ll be the gracious hostess we all know you are. Please reserve judgement until you’ve met him. Isn’t that what Jesus would do?” Y/N smiled sweetly, knowing how her religious mother always followed the Golden Rule.

“Of course I will, Y/N. I’m not a heathen!”

“Supper was delicious, Miss Ruth. Thank you so much for having me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a meal this good,” Lee smiled at her as he stood to clear the dishes.

“Well, I’m pleased you liked it. I’ve got plenty left over. Would you like me to pack you some to take home?” Ruth blushed at the compliment from her daughter's boyfriend as she searched for a container for his leftovers.

“That would be wonderful, thank you ma’am. Now, you ladies go enjoy your tea, I’ll clean up here,” Lee shuttled the remaining dishes from the table to the sink.

“Nonsense! Guests don’t do my dishes,” Ruth swatted him away with her towel.

“Then let me dry, please. It’s the least I can do after such a meal. I haven’t eaten that well in, forever I think,” Lee offered.

“Mama, let him help.” Y/N’s voice carried through from the dining room as she carried the platter of fried chicken to the kitchen.

~*~

“He’s a good man, Y/N. I can see he cares deeply for you,” her mother told Y/N quietly that night after Lee had gone. They sat on the back porch, sipping chamomile tea, as the sun set.

“He loves me, Mama. And I think I love him, too.” She smiled ear to ear. “You changed your tune pretty quick, though.”

“He told me a little about his life, ya know. How his daddy left and his mama got sick. That’s no way for a child to live. But he’s making something for himself, and for you one day,” she commented. “He looks at you the way your daddy used to look at me.”

“Yes he is, but please don’t go putting a ring on my finger. I’ve barely started living. I won’t always be working at the library, content to stay in this town,” Y/N stated.

“I know, baby girl. There’s big things waiting for you out there. But leave room for him, too.”

“Mama, three hours ago you didn’t even like the man, now you want us to run away together and get married?” Y/N laughed.

“No, baby. I want you to get married, then run away and live your lives. I don’t want you stuck here like I was after your daddy passed. It’s no life for a young woman so vibrant and with so much to give the world,” Mama sniffed slightly, running the crumpled tissue in her hand underneath her nose. She rose and kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight, girl. Don’t stay up too late.”

A pack of coyotes howled in the distance as Y/N thought about what her mama had said. “Goodnight, Mama.”

~*~

“Lee, what are we doing all the way out here? Why did you bring me out here? It’s dark and creepy,” Y/N muttered as Lee led her away from his truck, the path dark and obscured by shadows from the ancient pines towering above them.

“I have a surprise for you, darlin’,” Lee smiled, his dimples carved deep into his cheeks. “Ta da!”

“What is this?” Y/N gasped seeing a crippled cabin in front of them. The porch steps sagging from years of rot, the roof following suit.

“It’s ours...well, mine. I bought it from Ed for just the deed transfer fees. It’s going to be incredible,” Lee beamed at the compromised structure, then turned back to Y/N, his smile falling as he did. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Is it safe?” Y/N asked hesitantly, brows furrowed.

“Not yet. It needs some work, but I’m gonna fix ‘er up real good. It’ll be a good home for us, darlin’.”

They sat on the hood of his truck and Y/N listened as he told her his plans for the small two bedroom cabin, his thumb brushing over the knuckles of her hand folded in his. Y/N was content to stay tucked under his arm, his body fending off the chill of the night. Time passed as they talked about their future, laid out under the slivers of moonlight. “I love you, Lee.”

“I’ll love you forever, Y/N.”

It wasn’t until the night air became too cool that they decided to head back into town. “Let’s get you home, darlin’.” As Lee opened the passenger side of his truck, the sound of breaking glass came from the direction of the small cabin. He pushed Y/N inside the cab and shut the door. “Get behind the wheel, if I’m not back in five minutes, leave! Call the sheriff.”

“Lee, let’s just go!” Y/N shouted through the open window as he grabbed a two by four from the bed of his truck. He turned and winked at her, then kept walking, right around the side of the cabin. Four minutes.

The night was too dark to see anything solid, the slivers of moonlight playing tricks on her eyes as she scanned the small clearing. Three minutes.

Y/N slid across the bench seat and started the old beast, her engine rumbling to life. Two minutes.

She heard nothing as she continued to search for Lee, her eyes darting back and forth, the headlights of the truck brightening the clearing. One minute.

“Damn, baby, you smell so sweet!” A man jumped through the passenger window, breathing deeply through his nose. And then he smiled at Y/N. Only there were far too many teeth and they were all wrong.

A scream ripped from her body as he grabbed her arm, pulling it towards him as he tried to shimmy further into the truck. He suddenly lurched backwards and Y/N heard a sickening crack as wood connected with his skull. Lee rushed around the side of the truck and wrenched open the door. Y/N scooched over to give him enough room to get behind the wheel.

“What the H-E-double hockey sticks was that?” Y/N cried, noticing the tears on her face for the first time.

Lee threw the truck in reverse and gunned it back down the dirt road to the main highway. “I don’t know, baby. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I think so.”

“Something is going in this town. That man, and others have been squatting in our cabin from the looks of things. I’m calling the sheriff as soon as I get you home. He’ll figure it out. Maybe they have something to do with the two missing people,” Lee pondered as he slowed down as the highway came into his rearview mirror. He straightened the truck out and put her in drive, heading back towards town.

“Who’s missing? Why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N asked.

“Coupla regulars down at the bar. I reported it to the sheriff. Not really the type of guys that people miss, but they hadn’t been in for a few nights and that’s not normal. Sheriff confirmed today, they just up and gone, or so he said,” Lee shrugged.

Lee drove the last few miles into town silent with his hand clutching Y/N’s. He pulled into her driveway and cut the engine before getting out to open her door. Always the gentleman, Lee walked Y/N to the door, but this time he came inside. “What’re you doing, mister? My mama’s upstairs!”

“Just checking that all the doors and windows are locked. Gotta make sure my girl is safe,” he winked at her before he went up to the second floor. He returned moments later. “All set upstairs.”

When he was satisfied with his inspection of the first floor, he came to a stop in front of Y/N. She was leaning against the counter, a cup of tea next to her. She pulled him tight to her, fingers trembling as she grabbed his shirt. “Don’t go.”

“I won’t. I’m here.” He pressed his lips to the side of her head, holding her gently, as if he was afraid she’d break.

~*~

The library was empty the next day as Y/N settled behind the counter, her third cup of coffee in hand. She didn’t want to work today, but since Miss Birdie was out of town visiting her grandchildren there was no one else to open the library. It’s a library, so it is usually quiet, but it was too quiet. Even the online courses couldn’t drown out the quiet today as she followed along and took notes.

Y/N was lost in the online lecture until the bell above the door dinged, reminding her she was still at work. A tall young man, dressed in a leather jacket walked through, smiling at her as he passed the desk. He headed to the back, where the periodicals are kept. Y/N returned to her laptop, but now unable to concentrate on anything for longer than a few minutes, her mind occupied with Lee, their “future” and the events of the last few days. She sighed and gathered the stack of books next to her, adding them to the cart for restocking.

It took less of her time than she hoped to return the books to their rightful place on the shelf. Y/N went back to the desk and closed her laptop, stowing it in her bag, when she heard a voice from the back.

“Dad, I’m telling you, there’s nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch!” The young man was on his phone, waving his free arm in annoyance. “Yeah, okay. Bye.”

Y/N looked at the clock, noticing the time. “Sir, we’re closing in a few minutes.”

He was walking towards her, a confident swagger in his step. He winked at Y/N as he passed. “Thanks, Sweetheart.”

She flipped the lights off and followed the young man out the door, locking the doors behind them. Y/N took a deep breath of fresh air and hooked her bag across her body, starting the walk home. It was just past five in the evening and the weather was perfect, not too hot yet, but warmer than it had been. She smiled, making her way down the street. She wanted to rush home and get supper ready to bring to Lee down at the bar.

He was working so hard, for them, for their future, and he deserved home cooking more than he got it. Y/N swung left through the small forest in the middle of town. It would easily cut ten minutes off her walk and that was more time to cook for her boyfriend. Lee was indeed her boyfriend, and hopefully, with the way he talked, her future husband. Y/N smiled at that. Husband.

~*~

Y/N had said she would bring him supper even after he told her she didn’t need to. She just said he needed to eat proper and if he was being honest, he liked it. He was in love with that girl. Lee wanted to make her his wife, provide a future for her, for a family. He wanted to make her happy, even if that was letting her bring him supper at work, for now. He was such a goner. And for the first time in his life, he was okay with that.

The bar wasn’t busy being a weeknight and all, but it was still early, only a hair past nine. A few regulars at the bar, a couple new faces playing pool, and a handful taking up tables. Y/N should have been there by now, or at least called. Lee started to worry. He should call her and check in. He should have told her to stay home, with everything that was going on. He cursed himself as he reached for his phone. It started vibrating in my pocket. Y/N’s picture lit up the screen and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Baby? Are you alright? I was so worried!” Lee blurted out.

“Can you please come get me?” Y/N sniffed and she sounded small, almost fragile.

“Where are you?” He asked, signaling Ed he needed to leave.

“I think I’m at the cabin. I don’t know. Someone grabbed me on my way home from work, and now it’s dark. I don’t know, Lee,” she was crying so hard, he could barely understand her.

“The cabin? I’m on my way, baby. Hold tight!” Lee was already in his truck before the call disconnected. The cabin was only about ten minutes outside of town, but he wasn’t obeying traffic laws that night. Lee needed to get to her and now.

The waning moon barely broke through the cover of the trees overhead as he eased his truck down the narrow drive. There were no other vehicles in sight, so if someone had brought her here, they had done it on foot, or left already. Either way, it didn’t sit right. What did someone want with her? Sure, Lee hadn’t always been a law abiding citizen, but he had done his time, made his peace with God, and changed his ways. Y/N made Lee Webb a better man. He wanted to be a better man for her.

He killed the engine and slowly opened the door, trying to be quiet. Lee searched the bed of his truck, looking for a weapon of any kind, and all he could find was a length of rusty pipe. It would have to do. He slid around the back of the cabin, searching for any sign of movement or sound, but it was quiet. Almost too quiet. He crept up the back steps and the door was ajar. Someone had been there recently. Lee pushed it open and walked inside. Something fast moved in front of him and before he knew what hit him, he was flat on his back, the air knocked out of his lungs, his weapon rolling across the sagging floor.

“I knew you’d come for me!” Y/N cried out, straddling Lee.

“Y/N? Baby, what happened? How did you get here? Are you okay?” The questions flew from his mouth faster than he could process the lewd smile on her face.

“I don’t know! One minute I was walking home from the library, taking the shortcut through the woods, when a man grabbed me. I think he knocked me out, or I passed out, I don’t know. But when I woke up, I was here. Alone. I don’t know what happened or where they went, but I knew you would come for me,” Y/N recounted the events since she left work rapidly.

“Of course I came. You’re my girl and I’m going to protect you and take care of you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, but I’m here now, baby. I’ve got you,” Lee cooed softly, holding her tight to him, just relishing in her safety for the moment.

“I was so scared,” Y/N sniffed, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you now. It’s okay,” he soothed before pulling back and inspecting her carefully. Y/N looked okay, a little disheveled, but she didn’t appear to have any injuries that he could see immediately. “What else do you remember? Anyone come into work today?”

Y/N shook her head. “A few families came in for story time, Billy and his girlfriend, Jenna, to study for a couple hours.” Then she remembered. “There was a man, a man I didn’t recognize. He was tall, wearing a dark jacket, maybe gray. He had um, spiky, light brown hair, and was wearing a necklace, with a weird looking pendant on it.”

“I saw that guy tonight. At the bar. He was with another man, an older guy. Thought they were just a father and son, having a beer and playing some pool. Son of a bitch!” Lee growled, knowing exactly the man she was talking about. “I’m calling the Sheriff.”

“No, baby, don’t. We can do that later. Just hold me,” Y/N begged, putting her face back into his neck.

He was angry and scared that someone took her, but his instincts to hold her won. Her body was warm against him and he let his thoughts linger over what she would feel like laid out beneath him. They hadn’t gone far in that department, as much as he wanted to. He loved her enough to respect her wishes and she wanted to wait until they were married. Lee thought it was sweet, and he did love her. He had been with many women who were quick to please, but none of them could hold a candle to the woman he held in his arms.

He felt her shift above him, slowly grinding her hips into his as she licked and sucked along his neck. Lee attempted to stop her. “Y/N, baby. This isn’t what you want. You’re scared and you need me to tell you you’re okay. I’m going to do that, but not like this, okay? I told you I’d wait for you and I will.”

“I don’t care anymore about some stupid promise. I want you now,” Y/N bucked into him harder, and he responded in kind, despite how strong he thought he could be.

“No, not like this. If we do this before we get married, we’ll do it proper, not on the floor of a dirty, run-down cabin,” Lee gasped, pulling back, but she didn’t loosen her grip on him.

“No!” Y/N screamed, biting down hard into the meat of his neck.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! What the hell was that?” Lee screamed, pushing her back and jumping off the floor.

“I’m the new and improved Y/N. If you won’t fuck me, maybe one of these men will,” Y/N smiled wickedly, Lee’s blood dripping from her lips, and that’s when Lee noticed they weren’t alone. Two men slinked from the shadows and stared him down.

Lee looked around the room, gauging the distance to each of the two exits, when he spotted a body by the front door, slumped over. And another near the hall. “What is going on here, Y/N?”

“Oh, we gave your girl here a makeover. Stronger, faster, better. We’re immortal and we’re going to live a long, bloody life with her by our side. Eat up, baby girl,” one of the men said, grinning as he took in the look on her face. She was hungry and he knew the feeling too well.

“Come here, baby. I want a taste. It’s your choice. I change you and we live happily ever after. Or, I bleed you dry and my new friends here will be my first, and second. What’s it going to be, baby?” Y/N laughed maniacally as she advanced on Lee. “You want a real taste of this tight little body? Make me cum over and over for eternity?”

“No, this isn’t you, Y/N!” Lee shouted, rounding the small table, trying to put a little distance between them.

The front door blew open, wood flying through the small cabin. The two men from the bar entered, blades raised.

“No, it isn’t Y/N!” the older one announced and the first two men advanced on the newcomers.

Lee watched in disbelief, possibly shock as well, as the older man swung his blade, easily decapitating the first man as Y/N screamed, launching herself at him. The younger fought against the second guy, fists flying and grunts filling the small room. It was like a well choreographed fight scene from an action movie until another head rolled to a stop next to him.

“What the hell is going on here?” Lee demanded.

“We can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.” The younger man approached him, while his father restrained Y/N.

“Trust you? You just killed two men and I should trust you?” Lee bellowed. “This is my house and you better explain yourself right now!”

“Those were not men. They were monsters. They took your girl here and changed her. She’s a monster, just like them. And now, she’ll die, just like them.” The older one spoke, dragging Y/N to a chair and securing her tightly. He pulled his machete from its sheath and lifted it high, ready to swing.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just stop! What the hell are you talking about? Tell me now!” Lee demanded.

“My name is Dean Winchester and this is my dad, John,” Dean said. He then pointed to the headless men on the floor. “Those are, were, vampires. And that is a newborn vampire.” He gestured to Y/N tied to the chair.

Lee looked at the girl, the woman, he swore to love forever. Her teeth were bared, long blood stained fangs brushing against the soft pink of her lips he had kissed so many times. He looked down at himself, the front of his shirt bright red with blood. Then he remembered she bit him.

“You bit me?” Lee asked her.

“You are my first meal, or should have been, if these assholes hadn’t interrupted dinner time,” she laughed. “I was going to feed on you, then turn you so you were like me and we could live forever, fucking and killing, the way it should have been.”

“What?” Lee asked, still reeling.

“Vamps think they should rule the world. No cares, just living out their basics instincts, for an eternity,” John announced.

“Feeding and fucking, “ Dean shrugged, a small smirk on his face. “Now, Y/N, sweetheart, do you have anything you want to say before we chop your head off?”

“Fuck you!” Y/N spat at the two hunters. She looked to Lee, her teeth returned to normal and smiled sweetly at him, a small glimpse of the girl he loved. “Please don’t tell my mother. Tell her I’m in heaven, please. I’m so sorry, Lee. I really do love you.”

Lee took one step closer, aching to kiss her once last time. “Y/N, I’ll love you forever.”

“Dean, son, take him outside, he doesn’t need to see this,” John ordered his son.

“Come on, man. Let’s take a walk.”

Lee hesitated, but Y/N just nodded and smiled. He turned and stepped out into the cool night, Dean by his side. He flinched when he heard a thump from inside the cabin. Their cabin. Where he planned to love her, start a family with her. Funny how forever can be severed by the sharp knife of a short life. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, before letting it out and opening them again.

He looked down at his shirt with tears in his eyes before looking back up and meeting Dean’s eyes. “That’s...a lot of blood.” Lee dropped to his knees in the dirt.

“You’re going to be okay. Eventually,” Dean told him, pressing a cloth to the side of his neck. “I’m sorry this happened to you, to your girlfriend. Everyone has a story. This is how yours starts.”

~*~

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happyhollow-mellowmarsh · 4 years ago

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S.H.R.E.C.

“Hello and welcome to Sharing How Related Elements Contrast, or S.H.R.E.C., for short. My name is Eleanor Eglantine Ambrose II, the author of the… Controversial book Forbidden Temptations: I Can Eat This But You Can Not as well as one of the apprentice of the Grand Witch Treat. Today I’ll be joined by two of my fellow apprentices as we go over the way that different magical elements contrast, interact, and change based on their relationships with one another.”

A short pink haired girl with elven ears stands in what looks to be a kitchen, the type used for a professional cooking show. How she and her companions got the rights to film here is a mystery. Grey eyes flick to the two men accompanying her, and she gestures at them, clearly unaware the camera is going to pick this up. One of the men, the one with white highlights and scars all over him, simply stares back at her, clearly confused as to what the hell he’s supposed to do here.

Elle nudges the scarred man with her elbow, aggressive whispers, “Introduce yourself!” She knows this is getting picked up by the mic, right?

He hisses a bit at the nudge before slowly turning to the camera. He seems a little...shy. “I’m...RJ Mendoza. Another one of Treat’s apprentices. Mm.” Doesn’t seem like the talkative type, either.

The other man, on the other hand, is all smiles and appears to be more than comfortable in front of the camera.

“And my name is Maui Nguyen, also one of Treat’s apprentices. It’s so great to be with you all today!” He says with an enthusiastic wave at the camera. “Especially you Elle, thank you for lettin’ us join you,” he says, gesturing towards Eleanor. “I can’t wait to see what you got in store for us!”

“It is no problem Mr. Nguyen.” No thanks for RJ though. Elle moves off camera briefly to bring two… Interesting smoothies. Given they each have a tide pod floating on the top of them, they are clearly deadly.

“Today,” she continues. “We are going to be testing different ways to negate poison using magic. Poison is my primary specialty, and as a result I have studied a variety of ways to use it and negate its effects. Mr. Mendoza also has magic that can negate poison.”

RJ nods, but there’s a short pause before he realizes that he should probably say something. “My primary element is Salt.” He then pulls out a salt shaker from his pockets. “This is just regular table salt, but I can use it with my magic to make poison stuff edible.”

Maui oos exaggeratedly as if this was his first time hearing their elements, picking up a tide pod from his “smoothie,” showing it off for the camera to see. “Edible you say? Even this?” He says, waving the tide pod in front of them, clearly trying to put on a good show for the audience.

Elle clapped her hands. “Oh yes! With my magic, and Mr. Mendoza’s I suppose, you could definitely consume a Tide Laundry Capsule! I have heard that this was a fascination for youths online for a considerable amount of time. I thought it would help us get wider appeal.” She remembers she’s still on camera, right?

After a brief pause, she turns back to the camera. “Ah, yes. Mr. Nguyen is not immune to poison, and as a result, he will be our test subject for this endeavour. You, of course, consent to this, correct? You need to say it for legal reasons.”

Maui, with a flashy smile, nods his head and gives them all a big thumbs up. “Absolutely! With you two magic masters, what can go wrong?!”

“Excellent! Mr. Mendoza, will you start us off?”

RJ nods and simply sprinkles a generous pinch of salt into one of the smoothies. “Should be good now.”

Maui claps his hands in performative amazement, before taking the cup and sloshing it around. “Still lookin’ pretty thick. Anyone have a guess at what this’ll taste like?” He asks the audience, before giving another cheeky smile. Someone is having fun. “Well, bottoms up!”

Without wincing at all, Maui begins to chug, taking huge heaping gulps, and in no time at all shows off his empty cup to the camera. It was only then did the man shudder slightly. “Eu-eugh, salty…”

“And, he suffers no ill effects- Oh, wait, I meant to show how deadly… Maui, can we edit this to go before the drinking?” Who does Elle think is editing this? Either way, she runs off screen and grabs a potted plant, pouring a bit of the remaining drink in. It immediately starts wilting.

“I customized the poison so it would be far more potent than the average one,” the girl explains, far too cheerful about something that could have killed her test subject if the magic failed. “Now, Mr. Nguyen, to test the second glass, I’ll be siphoning the poison out of you before it causes you any harm. Would you prefer I hold your hand, or do you want more contact. The more contact, the easier it is.”

“Uhhhh-” Maui stutters, momentarily disarmed before realizing he was still on camera. With cheeks steadily getting rosier by the second, he flashes another smile and sticks out his hand. “Sure, why the hell not?! … Bu-But just in case, how much skin contact do you need for -uh- ease? Do I gotta take off my shirt er somethin’?”

“No, I think that would get us demonetized… Just let me hold your arm. Like this.” The pink haired girl wrapped both her arms around Maui’s right arm, binding it in place for the time being. “I should easily be able to pull out any poison before it becomes a problem.”

Maui flushes quite a bit as Elle suddenly wraps herself around his arm, his on camera persona breaking for an instant. “U-Uhh- Yea, this is nice. Suure doesn’t feel like anythin’ is happenin’ right now though…”

“You need to consume the poison before I can really do anything.”

You can’t help but notice RJ sighing and shaking his head in the background.

“Ha-Hah, right…” Not wasting another second, Maui swipes up the second glass and chugs it all down once more, his face squinching slightly at the soapy taste. Elle squeezes his arm tightly, clearly focusing on filtering everything out. She made this really deadly and didn’t want to kill him.

Killing someone accidentally with a super poison again would be horrible.

“Are you doing alright?” Elle asked, after she finished dealing with the poison.

“Hmmm, other than feelin’ a little warm I think I’m doin’ jus’ fine. Maybe I shoulda drank even more-! Hey RJ, grab me another cup will ya?” He jokes, laughing.

It seemed Maui might have said the wrong words here, because Elle absolutely preened at that. “I suppose that means you find my method of poison extraction to be superior to Mr Mendoza’s salt bath. Of course. Salt is impressive in some ways, but Poison is by far the superior element.”

RJ glares at Elle, disgust and annoyance evident in his face. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Rather hear it from Maui then from you putting words in his mouth.”

“He all but said it already!” the girl huffs. She unwraps herself from Maui’s arm dramatically while looking directly at RJ. “See, I’m not influencing him. I have no doubt as to his answer.”

Uh oh. Wrong words said indeed, this was NOT how Maui envisioned his joke to land. Now with both of his friends looking towards him for an answer to an impossible situation… there was only one thing left to do…

“Whoaa guys- guys,” Maui says raising his hands in hopes of pacifying the building tension, “This is… This is all jus’ fun ‘nd games, yenno? A-Actually- That reminds me!”

Without skipping another beat, Maui flees offstage, still blabbering as he does.

“I actually got you guys some gifts while I was travellin’ around that I’ve been meanin’ to give- OH FU-“

Suddenly, a crash. The camera topples onto the floor, the last thing the audience sees and hears is a big meaty brown man cursing and apologizing at the same time before the broadcast abruptly ends.

Happy Hollow: Mellow Marsh is a tumblr submission trials game with Discord ooc and a Discord thread server, and the sequel game to Happy Hollow. This game is 18+ with the exception of returning players. We will be accepting a cast of 16-18 people including mod ocs, and characters should be aged 16-24. The events of the previous game are not public knowledge to characters, so catching up on the last game is not necessary!

Apps close on April 12th, one week away! A three day extension is available upon dm request.

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gleambloom · 6 years ago

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Aly answers mysterious qs?

BASICS

► Name ➔ Alythae Wildsong

► Are you single ➔ Umm... No!

► Are you happy ➔ As happy as I can be in my current situation, I guess.

► Are you angry ➔ No, I don’t think I get mad much.

► Are your parents still married ➔ They were married until my father passed away!

SEVEN FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Outside of Astranaar, Ashenvale.

► Hair Color ➔ Silver! I went purple for a few years too, though.

► Birthday ➔ July 24th. It’s coming up soon!

► Mood ➔ Er... Nervous, I think. Worried. But also resilient.

► Gender ➔ I’m a girl!

► Summer or winter ➔ I much prefer summer over winter. I don’t like the cold very much. I’m not the best at maintaining body heat!

► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon! I am not a morning person, at all. I can be pretty grumpy in the mornings.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ I think so...?

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ No. Lust at first sight? Yes. Two very different things!

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ Hm.. Me, I guess. I felt as if I was being cheated on.

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I’m sure I have. But it always out of the best intentions. I’m sorry it came to that. I fooled myself and others repeatedly for a long time.

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ No, not at all. I used to be.

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yes! I’ve hugged quite a few people within the past week. Hugging is nice!

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ How would I know if they kept it a secret? I think every time I have admired someone there was no secret about it on my part. Why not just be open and forward?

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ I’m not sure what this means. Probably a time or two. I’m usually over-eager to prove things to people.

FIVE CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Hmm... I mean, both, but love I guess?!

► Cats or Dogs ➔ Both. I can’t choose, that’s rude to my dog and cat friends.

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Many regular friends! I try to befriend everyone I meet and I like having lots of friends. I enjoy helping others!

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Oh no, this is hard, again! It depends on my mood, I think. I enjoy wild nights out with my friends, but romantic nights in are fun with my dearest, as well. What about a night out that isn’t wild? A peaceful night out. Those are the best.

► Day or night ➔ Uh, night, duh! But I’ve been more acclimated to doing things during the day since I started spending time with humans, in human cities, and so on.

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ When I was young, yes, many times before I moved out to live on my own. If my mother caught me, she would warn me before letting me go out during the day anyway. If my father caught me, I would be in lots of trouble.

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ I don’t think I ever have..Maybe once or twice? When drunk or..?

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes. A million times, yes.

► Wanted to disappear ➔ Yes, and I have a few times over.

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Is it hypocritical if I say eyes? Since I only have one natural one? Eyes, sorry!

► Shorter or Taller ➔ Taller. I don’t like being looked up at! Being considered short for most of my life makes me feel weird when I can be seen as tall by humans, dwarves, gnomes, and others now.

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Again, is it hypocrtical if I say intelligence? I don’t believe I’m that intelligent...I like to marvel at others’ intelligence. Although I don’t mind someone who is attractive!

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship, I guess.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ It’s off and on. I used to be a brat. Hopefully I can patch things up relatively positively now.

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Uh... No. I don’t think anyone really has a ‘messed up life’. I think everyone has a set of circumstances that they have to overcome. To assume your life is more ‘messed up’ than anyone else’s... is kind of silly. You should always be grateful for what you have here and now.

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ A handful of times when I was younger.

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No! My mother was always understanding of me, and tried to let me flourish. I left by my own choice when I felt myself ready.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ No, of course not. I can’t be friends with someone I hate.

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ As in do I consider them all close or do I consider them all good at being friends? I have a few that I believe are closer to me than others. But there are a lot of people I also keep at an arm’s distance.

► Who is your best friend ➔ Probably Grim. He is the most reliable and sturdy person I know. I can always depend on him, and he’s very supportive!

► Who knows everything about you ➔ Good question. No one, and I’d like for it to stay that way.

OOC: Thanks for the tag West! I guess I tag uhh @honorable-guardian & @elunedew and anyone else who wants to do this for their wow OCs!

#my writing #long post ish #IC

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sufferthesea · 7 years ago

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Puppy Love

Kakashi Week 2017 - Prompt: “I hate to do this, but please call me Hokage-sama this time”

Not feeling this one 100%, but I think it’s the best it’s going to get. Is Kakashi slightly OOC? Idk, I haven’t seen him as Hokage yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Kakashi could barely contain the gasp of surprise when his eyes landed on the tiny puppy walking through the crowds towards one of the food stands. Iruka’s words fell on deaf ears as Kakashi gawked at the tiny animal, its paws padding along the dirt road, its little ears flopping around as it bounded eagerly to keep at the heels of its owner. Not even Naruto’s extremely loud voice in his ear was able to draw his attention away. As soon as the pup was swallowed up in the legs of the crowd, Kakashi turned to Iruka, his eyes wide and serious.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“What? I - Kakashi! I’m in the middle of going over some really important things that you need to —”

“Do you see where we are?” Kakashi cut in, motioning towards the open street lined with booths. “You showed up in my office to talk to me, and I left my office and you followed. And you brought Naruto with you. If I’m not in my office, then I don’t have to listen to anything work-related.”

“That’s not how that works!” Iruka shouted, clutching his stack of papers in his hands. “You’re Hokage now, and as that, you must —”

“Keep your voice down - I don’t want people to …” Kakashi stopped, whipping around to see if he could see the dog. “Wait, that’s a great idea! Thanks, Iruka.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Kakashi-sensei,” Naruto spoke up, folding his arms across his chest and scrunching up his face, “what are you looking at? Oh! Did you see a cute girl? Ha, even as the Hokage you’re just as perverted as ever —”

“Follow me,” Kakashi said, hurrying off. “This’ll only work with you two. I don’t look the part.”

“What do you mean?” Iruka asked, gathering up the rest of his papers and rushing after the other man. “Look what part?”

Instead of answering, Kakashi slipped into the crowd of festival-goers. Iruka growled in annoyance, turned to Naruto and barked, “Follow him! I have to get through these papers before this weekend!”

The two rushed after Kakashi, trying their best to catch up to the man who seemed to have disappeared among the sea of bodies. Naruto hesitated in front of a takoyaki stand but Iruka grabbed his collar and shoved him forward. ”Keep going! He’s given me the slip one too many times; but not this time! He can’t avoid his responsibilities forever.”

“There he is!” Naruto called, pointing above the crowds at the silver head of hair moving swiftly through two groups of people heading in opposite directions. “He’s near the barbecue pork stand - oh, that sounds really good… Iruka-sensei, can’t we stop for something to eat?”

“If you can catch Kakashi, then I’ll buy you Ichiraku —”

Naruto sprinted down the road, leaving Iruka behind in a cloud of dust. When he caught up to the Copy Ninja, Naruto reached out and grabbed his arm. “Sensei! What are you doing? I mean, I understand not wanting to do paperwork, but I think you’re annoying Iruka-sensei — and he’s scarier than Grandma Tsunade when he’s angry.”

“Shh,” Kakashi said, throwing up his index finger.

“Wha —”

“I said shh!”

Naruto huffed and turned to see where Kakashi’s gaze had landed. When he saw a pair of long legs dressed in sensible heels and framed by the short hem of a summer dress, Naruto let out a devious snicker and nudged Kakashi in the side.

“I knew it! You’re still an old perv, sensei! Don’t worry, I’m sure even Iruka wouldn’t complain about her. Do you know her? She doesn’t look like a ninja —”

Iruka grabbed Kakashi’s shoulder tightly and pulled him around, looking at him right in the eyes with a deadly glare. “You - can’t - run - forever - Kakashi -!”

“I have a favor I need to ask of you,” the silver-haired man cut in, obviously not paying attention to what the younger ninja was saying.

“Wh-What? A favor?”

“Yes, I …” Kakashi paused, looking up towards the sky. Naruto looked up too but saw nothing. “I hate to do this, but …”

“No you don’t,” muttered Iruka, shoving his papers under his arm. “What is it?”

“Please call me Hokage-sama this time.”

“ … what?”

Kakashi’s face burned hot with shame as he turned back towards the crowd and spotted the puppy sitting at the feet of its owner, who was resting at an outdoor table of a cafe. “I’m going to walk by that table and I’d like f-for you … t-to please call me … Hokage-sama. Just this once!”

“What are you up to?” Iruka frowned, scanning the crowds. His eyes fell on the young woman sitting at the table, her attention pulled into the pages of a book. He sighed irritably and planted his feet firmly in the ground. “Absolutely not. I am not going to be part of some - some - some scheme for you to flirt with a civilian! If you want to talk to her, then go do it! But don’t pull us into it!”

“What are you talking about?” Kakashi gave Iruka a puzzled look. “Just - nevermind. Naruto!”

“Yes, sensei?”

“You do it. When I walk by the table, call me Hokage-sama.”

“Uh … sure thing.”

Kakashi took a deep breath to steady himself, straightened out the front of his flak jacket and started off at a moderate pace towards the cafe, Naruto by his side.

“Okay,” Kakashi hissed out of the corner of his mouth, “you can start talking now.”

Naruto threw his hands to the back of his neck and grinned widely. “Jeez, Kakashi-sensei you sure seem nervous. This girl’s got you acting all funny! I didn’t think she was that cute, but —”

“Hokage-sama, just call me Hokage-sama,” Kakashi muttered frantically as they got closer to the table.

“Huh? Oh, right. So, Hokage-sama, thanks for running off, actually - Iruka was going to try to get me to do paperwork too and -”

“Naruto, call me Hokage-sama now —”

“— and I really didn’t want to. Also, I think you’ve gotten slower in your old age! I was able to catch up to you easily! Good thing too, because I’m hungry - and broke - but Iruka-sensei said he’d buy me —”

“Naruto, now —”

“Huh? Now what?”

“Naruto!” Kakashi stopped and turned, his eyes narrowed threateningly at the younger ninja. “You’re supposed to call me Hokage-sama when we’re passing by the table! So she can hear you say it!”

“I thought I did that —”

Kakashi turned Naruto and pointed at the spot they’d been when Naruto had called him ‘Hokage’. “Don’t do it when we’re 10 feet away! Do it right in front of her! Okay? Now we have to go back and do it again.”

“Jeez, sensei. You must really like this girl! You’re putting a lot of effort into this.”

“Just - you know what? I’m going to go stand in front of the table and you can just come up to me and address me as Hokage-sama.”

“Alright.”

Kakashi strode over to the table, turning so his back was to the woman, and crossed his arms with a subtle nod to the blonde ninja. Naruto quickly hurried over, grinning widely.

“Hey! Hokage-sama! What’s up?”

Kakashi sensed the woman behind him stiffen and turn her head slightly towards him. Under her breath she muttered, “Hokage …?”

“Naruto,” he replied calmly, giving a more definite nod to the boy. “How are your missions going?”

“Huh? Mi - oh! Fine, Hokage-sama! Just fine! You sure assign a lot of them, though, since you’re the Hokage!”

Subtle, Kakashi sighed. If Naruto threw around the title too much then it’d seem fake. Kakashi gave a gentle but firm pat to Naruto’s shoulder.

“That’s good to hear! You know, I’m actually kind of busy right now - but if you want to talk more, feel free to stop by my office anytime, alright?”

“Hu —?” Before Naruto could finish questioning why Kakashi was stopping him, he was shoved away in the direction of a fuming Iruka. Kakashi threw a glance at the girl who was sitting up straight now, her eyes focused on him. When she noticed him looking at her, she fumbled with her book and dropped it in her lap, giving a nervous giggle.

“H-H-Hi!” she stuttered, feeling her cheeks burn as Kakashi turned to face her. She gave a slight bow where she sat, her hands trembling against the cover of her book. “Did I … I mean, not to pry but … did I hear that right? Are you really … the Hokage?”

“Hm? Yes - I’m the Rokudaime Hokage.”

The woman let out another halting laugh and stood up suddenly, giving a deeper bow. “Wow! I - I’ve heard so much about the Hokage - most of my clients are ninja! But I never thought I’d meet him, er, you … This is such an honor —”

“Who’s this?”

She looked up to see Kakashi knelt in front of her, eagerly patting the head of the small puppy at her feet. Taking this as an opportunity to get to know him better, the woman crouched beside him and smiled warmly. “This is Kibble, isn’t he just the cutest? I adopted him about a month ago. Do you have dogs?”

“Ah, yes, a few.”

“That’s wonderful! Maybe,” she pushed her hair out of her face and casually pets the puppy’s back, hoping maybe hers and Kakashi’s hands would brush against one another, “maybe … they can have a play date?”

“Hm,” was all he said. He continued to scratch behind the small dog’s floppy ears, raking his short nails over its head and under its chin, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled genuinely from behind his mask. The puppy seemed to be just as in love and leapt up, planting its much too large front paws on Kakashi’s thigh, and buried its head into his arm, trying to fling itself fully into Kakashi’s chest.

“Wow! He really likes you,” the girl sighed, catching cautionary glimpses of a rather distracted Kakashi. “Now I really think our dogs ought to have a play date! We could - uhm, you know - m-meet here at the cafe, too. You with your dogs … me with mine … together … j-just a regular old doggy play date.”

Kakashi was not listening. At all. He was completely enraptured with the tiny warm body nestling against his inner thigh, wiggling excitedly between his legs and playfully leaping on his sandal, nibbling on Kakashi’s exposed toes.

“So … do you have people who walk your dogs for you? Since I’m sure you’re so busy as Hokage!” She gave another laugh, reaching out to pet her own dog only to be met with the pup slithering away to hide behind Kakashi. “Oh, uh - well … Guess he likes you … a lot …”

Kakashi was now cradling the puppy in his arms and it was giving him eager kisses all across his mask, and even leaving a sloppy trail of affection over his eye, making the hair of his eyebrow stick flat against his forehead. The dog wiggled upwards and planted its paws on Kakashi’s shoulders, nipping at his ear and tugging at the dark cloth of his hitai-ate.

“What are you dogs’ names?” the woman asked, trying to hide the exasperated sigh crawling up her throat.

Now, somehow, the puppy was lying across Kakashi’s head, its back paws kicking against Kakashi’s forehead as it scrambled for purchase in his wild silver locks. Kakashi let out a soft laugh and let the puppy roll off of his head and into his awaiting arms.

For the next five minutes, the woman tried with increasing frustration to get the attention of the Hokage, but to no avail. His total attention was on the loving dog in his arms, nuzzled up under his chin, giving wet kisses to his clothed neck. The young woman had never felt such jealousy towards a dog before.

Iruka and Naruto were standing a ways off, staring in bewilderment.

“Did he …” Naruto began, watching as Kakashi brushed off the woman’s comments and kept snuggling up with the animal. “Did he use us … to pet a dog?”

Iruka felt his eye twitch and he gripped the papers in his hands tight enough to crumple them. “Unbelievable … We’ll never get him back in the office.”

“I’ll go get him,” offered Naruto as he slipped from Iruka’s side and headed for the crouching jonin and the irate woman. “Hey, uh, Hokage-sama?”

The woman’s eyes snapped to Naruto and he reeled back, feeling the fury behind her glare. Oh, Kakashi-sensei, if this woman ever sees you again …

“Hm? Oh, Naruto. What are you still doing here?” Kakashi asked, seemingly pulled out of a daydream.

Ugh, talk about puppy love, Naruto thought, frowning. “You’re really needed back at the office! You are the Hokage, after all.”

“Right …” Kakashi sighed heavily, turned around to give the puppy another squeeze and a gentle pat between its ears. “See you around,” he said as he stood and the woman scooped up the dog in her arm, glaring daggers at the oblivious ninja. Grabbing her book, she stormed off in the opposite direction, scaring a crowd of people into parting like the Red Sea when she headed towards them.

“I don’t think she wants to see you again,” Naruto said off-handedly, watching as the woman kicked up a dust storm behind her.

“Huh? I was talking to the dog. Why? Did she say something about meeting up?”

Iruka joined them and shoved the papers in Kakashi’s slobber-covered face. “Here! You need to go over these papers as soon as possible. You still have a ton of missions to assign, reports to read, and there’s a treaty you’re supposed to go over before the end of this week —”

Kakashi rolled his eyes back up to the sky, tuning out the irritating list of things he had to do once he got back to the office. He knew Naruto and Iruka meant well, but they both could be so annoying. He hardly noticed that their small group was moving again, back towards the Hokage Building, back to stacks of unfinished paperwork, back to not finding time to read Icha Icha, back to being locked up in a stuffy room all day. He was already dreading it - but more than that, he was already dreaming of the next time he’d get to see Kibble.

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lost-your-memory · 8 years ago

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Supergirl calling Cat at 4am. "We just rushed Katherine to the hospital!" You know how I love your angst right? Thank you Gane!

Hi dear. Now, this isn’t too angsty but it’s not happy either. I tried to stick to the characters because I really didn’t want to be OOC for this. Let me know if you like it!Little warning : minor character death.

It’s her quiet but persistent ringtone, that wakes her up.She groans, out of reflex, before opening her eyes and looking at the numbers the digital clock atop of her nightstand. It takes almost a full minute for her vision to stop being blurry with sleep and when she can finally make out the time, she stares.It’s 4 am on a Sunday morning.Her first thought is for Carter and she instantly feels her heart squeeze in her chest. It takes her two seconds to remember he’s sound asleep in his bedroom, at the end of the hallway.It’s only then that she can breathe again.The sound stops and she looks at her phone with a frown between her eyes. It rings again barely a minute later and she recognizes the ringtone this time. It’s a part of the song Over the rainbow, sung by Kara herself. Cat had recorded it without being seen on one evening when she had come home earlier than planned. Kara had been singing while cooking and Cat hadn’t been able to resist it.Since then, it’s the ringtone for when Kara call.Which she is doing right now, Cat realizes as she stares at the picture of Kara’s smile displayed on her screen. She reaches for the phone and picks up, already asking “Kara. What’s wrong, are you okay?”She still can’t shake the feeling of fear whenever Kara flies out of the window to save the day. Even though she is well aware that her lover is gifted with many superpowers, like being bulletproof for example, she worries and she’s never at peace until Kara is back in her line of sight.“I’m okay, Cat. I’m okay but … I’m in the hospital.” Kara starts and she sounds anxious, there’s an unusual edge in her usually bubbly and sweet voice. Cat’s heart drops again in her chest and she’s thinking irrationally for a few seconds, before remembering that Kara can’t go to a regular hospital. The realization makes her frown.“Did you blow up your powers again?” She asks and it’s a little sharper than she wanted to sound.

“Hum no I’m actually here as Kara Danvers-Grant this time … Cat, it’s your mother. She’s just been rushed into the ER.” Kara answers, slowly.Cat blinks and takes a look at her phone, wondering if she’s heard Kara right. She frowns and then puts it back against her ear.“I’m sorry, did you just say my mother has been admitted in a hospital?” She asks while looking at her clock and wondering if she’s still asleep and only dreaming that improbable conversation.“Yes.” Kara simply answers and Cat blinks again. She sees the minute change, going from 4:25am to 4:26am. Kara takes her silence as an invitation.“She’s in town for the week, something about an author throwing a big thank you party and she’s the guest of honor … A big fancy dinner really, with cocktail dresses, tuxedos, lots of champagne and French food … Apparently, she had a stroke towards the end, before dessert.” Kara explains, slowly. Her voice is calm and neutral, the unusual edge is gone. “They tried to call you but you wouldn’t answer so … they called me. I have no idea how they found out my number but they did. I was coming home after having handed an alien to the DEO when I got the call, I went straight in the hospital and I’ve been trying to call you ever since.”Cat stays silent, contemplating the strange calm that took over as soon as Kara talked about a stroke.She thinks life, and death, have a strange sense of humor.She’s always thought that her mother would die like she’s lived, in a grand show, making a lot of noise and holding on to her audience. She’s expected some kind of very rare and very long disease that would make Katherine looks like a martyr, something the woman could shove into everyone else’s face.After having suffered for so many years of her mother’s omnipresence, Cat never thought her mother, the person she often calls the wicked witch of the East, could just be gone in a matter of minute.“Cat? Babe, are you still there?” Kara asks and her voice is soft and tender. Cat focuses on it.“I’m here, I’m just … Surprised.” Cat settles for that word after a slight hesitation. It’s the truth, after all. She’s not angry, she’s not shocked, she’s not even worried, not in the slightest.“Uh … Do you want me to send a car to pick you up or … or do you want to stay at home and I will call you as soon as I know more about her condition?” Kara offers and Cat is tempted to jump on that solution. She knows it’s planned, of course. Kara thinks she’s being subtle but Cat just knows it.“I’ll be there in half an hour. I just need to wake up Carter and …” Cat trails off, a little unsure of what to do with her son. She doesn’t want to submit him to the stress of the situation and she absolutely doesn’t want him to ever put a foot in a hospital if he doesn’t need to.“Alex offered to come and keep an eye on him, that way you don’t even have to wake him up. She’s waiting for your text, she’s in the neighborhood.” Kara supplies and Cat marvels at Kara’s ability to always anticipate her every needs. She shouldn’t be surprised by now, not after their five years of marriage and seven years of being a couple.“Oh, that would be ideal yes. Although, I will wake him up to let him know what’s happening. I don’t want him to wake up to find Alex in the penthouse without having explained anything to him.” Cat replies and she can hear Kara’s hum of approval.“Okay babe, I’ll see you soon then. I will text you the information you need to find me and if I learn anything in the meantime.” Kara says and Cat hears a shuffling noise in the background. She narrows her eyes and purses her lips.“Kara, are you filling my mother’s medical paperwork?” She asks and it sounds threatening, she means it.“Hum, I, well, I know everything and I, you know … I figured, you know, that way it’d be something you won’t have to do?” The girl of steel stammers and stutters and Cat can’t help the smile that comes grace her lips. She wants to be mad at Kara for being so helpful and kind to someone who doesn’t deserve it but she knows it’s in her lover’s nature. It’s just how Kara is.“Fine.” Cat sighs. “I’ll be there soon.”“I love you.” Kara simply answers and she hangs up before Cat can reply.—In the car driving her to the hospital, Cat only sighs.Carter had been unhappy to be forced to stay in the penthouse when she had explained the situation to him. She swears he’s got something of Kara, sometimes.He’s kind, generous and his endless capacity to forgive always takes her aback. She doesn’t understand how he could forgive all the years his grandmother had missed on, the cold birthday cards, the absurd presents, the last minute cancellations and Katherine Grant’s whole attitude, barbs and criticism included.Her phone buzzes with a text and she smiles at the picture Alex just sent. It shows Carter, sound asleep on the couch and the TV in the background is playing The Wizard of Oz.It has become Carter’s favorite movie, ever since he listened to Kara explain why she loved it so much. Cat herself had warmed up to the film.The realization suddenly hits her that she doesn’t have one single happy memory of her childhood with her mother. She has some with her father, snapshots of happiness that keeps her company when she feels lonely or nostalgic but she has none with her mother.Cat lets out a dry chuckle.She’s come to accept the fact Katherine Grant never loved her.—“She’s still in surgery, they say they need to give her a new heart and …” Kara explains but she stops when Cat laughs. It’s so out of place, in the glowing waiting room of National City’s Hospital, that a few people frown at them and the looks thrown their way are outraged.“Cat?” Kara asks, confused and a little alarmed. Cat is still smiling when she focuses on Kara, taking in the worry in the deep, deep blue eyes, the anxious frown above them and the way she was biting her bottom lip, a tell-tale of concern.“It’s funny that she would need a new heart … I wasn’t aware she had one in the first place.” Cat smirks but her tone is devoid of all trace of humor. It makes Kara think twice before speaking again. She looks nervous this time, Cat notices.“Hum … They don’t have any … compatible heart at the moment so …” Kara winces when Cat starts laughing again and this time, they both hear the disapproving grumble of a few people. Kara swallows and then finishes “She might not make it out alive, Cat.”Cat tilts her head to the side and she looks right into Kara’s incredibly blue eyes. She sees worry, she sees love and she sees patience, with a sparkle of anticipation. It looks like Kara, sweet, lovely, incredible Kara, is waiting for something and Cat frowns because she can’t think of what.Then, it hits her.The full weight of life.It falls on her shoulders and takes her breath away. She feels her heart stop, her mind goes blank and some white stars blurry her vision. It makes her knees wobble.Kara’s there, in a split-second, putting her arms around Cat’s waist and Cat clings to her, curling her shaky fingers in the back of her wife’s pale blue shirt and holding on to it for dear life.She realizes, in the middle of her panic attack, that she is not ready to let go of all her questions, all her regrets and all that desperate need to know she is actually loved.—She falls asleep around 6am, curled in Kara’s arms on one of the uncomfortable plastic couches that fill the hallways and the waiting rooms across the whole hospital.She doesn’t sleep well.Her slumber is full of images that come straight from her memories and it’s half a dream, half a souvenir and it’s never happy. It often ends up with her being sad, frustrated or desperate for her mother’s approval, her mother’s affection, her mother’s attention. It’s all about her mother and when she wakes up at exactly 7:15am, she feels weak, confused and lost. She hates it.She leaves the comfort of Kara’s arms to go search for a coffee.Kara doesn’t try to stop her.She’s in the cafeteria and narrowing her eyes at the coffee choices when her phone starts ringing. Hit me with your best shot is the ringtone Carter had selected for Alex and the picture shows a funny picture of The Scarecrow, from the Wizard of Oz musical. Kara had been the one to put that image up to replace Cat’s initial choice of a Keep calm and pick up meme.“Yes Alex? Is Carter okay?” Cat asks immediately, a little worried about her son.“Relax, Carter is still asleep, I managed to carry him to his bed and he’s still sound asleep. I am making pancakes but I haven’t heard from you guys for a while so I was just … checking in. Are you okay, Cat?” Alex asks, rather bluntly but Cat is used to it by now. She actually finds Alex’s attitude refreshing.“So far, nothing and yes, I’m all right, thank you.” Cat answers, a little on edge because she’s exhausted, anxious and ready to kill for a coffee.“Listen, I know you have a shitty relationship with your mother.” Alex never tries to embellish things, it’s a wonder how Kara can be so sweet with a sister so brutally honest sometimes.“She’s in a bad shape and she might not get out alive but Cat, it’s okay if you don’t forgive her. It’s okay. You don’t have to erase years and years of unhappiness and bad memories just because she’s dying. Kara won’t tell you that, she’s probably going to try the opposite direction at some point and that’s why I wanted to call you. Whatever you feel, Cat, it’s valid and legit and it doesn’t have to change because she’s your mother and she might die.”Cat stays silent for a while, taken aback by those words. Alex doesn’t push and it allows Cat to realize how true it is. She’s scared she’ll never know if her mother actually did love her at some point but Alex’s little speech makes her think she can live without that answer. She doesn’t need to act like everything is forgiven just because Katherine Grant might die.“I … Thank you, Alex. I think you’re right, Kara might try to convince me I need to at least talk to her. She has a different point of view and we both know why that is.” Cat whispers, softly. She hears Alex’s groan of agreement.“Yes and it’s okay too. Whatever you want, whatever you need. Do what’s best for you, Cat. Not for a woman who made you feel like shit your whole life.” Alex states and Cat is torn between smirking or wincing at the bluntness this time. She opts for the first one.“Thank you, Alex. I’m going to get a coffee now and I’ll call you if anything changes.” Cat says and once Alex has acknowledged her, she hangs up.She’s calm, quiet and strangely at peace with herself when she comes back upstairs.—Katherine Grant dies at 8:30 on a Sunday morning.She goes without any fanfare and her last words were for the host at the party, something about the low quality of the Champagne.Cat thinks it’s typical.She’s calm and quiet on the way back to the penthouse and she can feel Kara’s concern, it’s radiating around her like a halo of heat vision. She thinks she should say something but she has no idea of what.Cat doesn’t know what to say to ease her wife’s worries because she doesn’t feel anything.Emptiness is the first word she can think of to describe her state of mind.She’s exhausted from too little sleep but not from her emotions because there isn’t one. No anger, no sadness, no bitterness, no fondness, she’s not even relieved. She probably should feel guilty for the last part.She doesn’t.—“You don’t seem affected, at all.” Kara says and her voice is soft and tentative as she sits on the couch next to Cat.They’re watching a movie Cat doesn’t even remember the title, nevermind the plot and Carter’s voice is echoing in the background, coming from the kitchen. He’s on the phone with Winn about a video game that just came.“It’s because I’m not.” Cat’s answer is clear and true. Kara looks at her and she tilts her head to the side, wonder etched across her features.“Kara, honey, I know you wanted me to at least try to talk to her in the end but … I don’t think I needed to. Katherine Grant was my mother yes, I know how you feel about this but you have to understand how I felt. What I had with my mother, it wasn’t just a bad relationship. It was deeper and worse than just a bad relationship, it left scars that I am still trying to overcome today, wounds that will never fully heal. I was, I still am, entitled to those emotions and I just didn’t see the point of pretending everything was fine just so she could die in peace.” Cat explains and she’s careful to be gentle and open because she knows how much of a sensitive spot it is for Kara.“I was never the daughter she wanted me to be, I made peace with that fact a long time ago.” She finishes with a soft smile, without any trace of regret of bitterness.Kara’s eyes seem to stare in the void for a moment but then she only shrugs and curls closer into Cat’s side.Cat takes it as a sign they’re okay.—The funeral is quick and not many people show up.It’s simple but elegant and the tombstone is beautiful.On the way back to the penthouse, after all is said and done, Carter suddenly starts laughing uncontrollably.Cat and Kara exchange a look of alarm and wonder.Kara is about to ask if he’s all right when Carter just starts singing.“Ding Dong! The Witch is dead … Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead …”

#sentences prompt #supercat #supergirl #supercat prompt #supergirl prompt #supercat ficlet #supergirl ficlet #tw: minor character death #kara x cat

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Unusual ask - prime numbers!

right off the bat i’m going to say that i love you, but i have absolutely no idea what a prime number is anymore. also i’m going to wing it i got through one and then i blanked so i googled it after all and apparently “one” isn’t even a prime number?? i’m leaving it there anyway what the fuck

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

spotify, i’ve never used the other two

2. is your room messy or clean?

messy god help me. it used to be clean(er) in college but also i had more furniture/space there, which i know sounds backwards, but

3. what color are your eyes?

hazel!

5. what is your relationship status?

please don’t touch me

7. what color hair do you have?

brown!

11. favorite social media account

twitter all day every day

13. any siblings?

an older sister

17. how many times a week do you shower?

uhhhH honestly it depends on how depressed i am that week and also how many reasons i have for leaving the house. usually i think 4 times a week. i try to never go more than a day w/o showering bc it makes my depression worse ish

19. shoe size?

BUCKLE UP, IT’S COMPLICATED. basically i’m a size six BUT i have wide feet which makes wearing standard size six shoes practically impossible so usually you can find me sporting size seven shoes. that being said the shoes i own range from size 6-8 because life is a mess and we’re all gonna die

23. describe your dream date

man/woman comes. slides tons of money under my door. like i-am-set-for-life-now money. i do not open the door. they never return.

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done?

listen i’ve done a lot of stuff that could maybe qualify for this section but i feel guilty about none of it, so, n/a

31. 3 favorite boy names

answered here

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

i used to read a lot and i’m trying to get back into the habit but for some reason setting aside time to read books makes me really anxious?? idk life. my favorite book is anything by gillian flynn!!! especially gone girl and sharp objects

41. top 10 favorite songs

OH MY GOD, DELANI, THIS QUESTION ALONE WILL TAKE ME YEARS TO ANSWER. fuck it okay there’s nine radiohead albums so i’ll just select a song from each and then one b-side that works for me DISCLAIMER ALL RADIOHEAD SONGS ARE MY FAVORITE SO THESE SELECTIONS ARE RANDOM PLEASE DON’T ATTACK ME I LOVE ALL THEIR SONGS

you (pablo honey)

black star (the bends)

electioneering (OK computer)

optimistic (kid a)

knives out (amnesiac)

where i end and you begin (hail to the thief)

15 step (in rainbows)

morning mr. magpie (the king of limbs)

burn the witch (a moon shaped pool)

how i made my millons (b-side)

43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

mostly dry? i think. normal skin type idk

47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

an apartment

53. opinion on smoking?

as someone who has smoked like 6 cigarettes and a bit of a cigar i’m not really opposed to it per se but i think it should be done in severe moderation because the health risks are astronomical. also cigarettes always make my teeth feel gross. cigars are chill tho except they kill u faster which is like…a win win

59. do you smile for pictures?

depends on the situation and who is taking the picture. never with my teeth except for on like very rare ooc occasions

61. have you ever peed in the woods?

maybe when i was little (like under 5)?

67. what are your hobbies?

being paranoid all the time, hanging out with my cats, procrastinating, etc.

71. tea or coffee?

iced coffee, always

73. do you want to get married?

yes probably

79. do you believe in ghosts?

YES

83. regular oreos or golden oreos?

regular oreos!!! idk what a golden oreo even is exactly but i know i don’t want that shit near me i have standards

89. do you like your neighbors?

i have no idea who most of my neighbors are which is funny because my family has lived here for over a year and there’s only like…12 units.

97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?

milk chocolate

#this was...a lot #jennie interacts with people #hotgirlwizard #radiohead #music

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soulstream-rp · 8 years ago

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Hey, Sheep! Welcome to our little group! We absolutely loved Kit. The extensive lore and the story definitely showed the time and energy you put on this bio. We are happy to have you with us! Please make sure to follow everyone on our masterlist and our gossip blog. Follow the tags for announcements, starters, follows & unfollows, as well as events. Also, make sure that your submit is activated for OOC chat link purposes.

OOC Info.

Name: Sheep

Age: 25

Preferred Pronoun: They/Them

Timezone: GMT - 3

Activity Scale (1-10): Okay so uh… I study at nights Monday through Friday but I work home office so I should be online at least every day a little? With more time on the weekends. I’d give a solid 6/7.

IC Info. Original Character

Character Name: Kenneth Cassidy MacLáchlan (originally Badbh Dubhshláine)

Age: 33 (Deceased at age 30)

Character Type: Ghost

True Name: “Devotion”

FC: Matthew Gray Gubler

Sexuality: Pansexual

Date & Place of Birth: 30/06/1984 & Cashel, Tipperary, Ireland Date of Death: 31/10/2014

Occupation: (Former) Trauma/General Surgeon, Emergency Department Director at the Redwood Memorial Hospital

Family: Casey MacLáchlan & Fergus Dubhshláine [Mother & Father, deceased] Older siblings: Reagan & Gormlaith (brother & sister, alive) Twins: Courtney & Deirdre (siblings, deceased)

Background: (cw: depression, murder, violence and suicide)

When it came to dealing with magic matters of life and death, what the Dubhshláine clan learned was that balance was the key. A long line of magicians (and mediums mostly) that could be traced back to Celtic Druids and Roman sorcerers, craftsmen passing down their knowledge, making up centuries of tradition – and above all, they were protectors of their community, their lands and the life that dwelt within. Like Port Ashborne, the Tipperary county in the Éire was a hub of life force, one of many and that granted the three clans that lived there to thrive, looking after the balance around them. The Dubhshláine were healers, caregivers, some alchemists and some necromancers, keeping their people safe, alive and healthy.

Making into the twenty first century, though the preternatural had fallen within myths and legends, the magic ran thin and most traditions forgotten, the oldest clans still survived, doing their silent job, living mostly peaceful, quiet lives. Casey and Fergus as heads of the dwindling Dubushláine, had twins as soon as they got married and five years later, triplets. Casey did not make through the birth of three children at once – not when said three children were born all mediums, draining her life force. Kenneth, Courtney and Deirdre were practically raised by their older siblings while their father kept their family afloat. A pack of five children, lead by the fearless Reagan closely assisted by Gormlaith his right hand girl and then followed by the triplets. Kenneth always the last in line – the quietest, the shy one and the one who most times would be out of trouble. They grew up like that, a quiet but fulfilling childhood in a quiet Irish village.

That is, in a way. You see, female triplets children born in the heart of a necromancer family were interpreted as a sign, envoys from the Tuatha Dé Danann – the Triple Goddess herself, Morrígan. The older twins were celebrated but not nearly as much as the triplets. Though the three had been named after The Morrígan, after all. Badbh, Macha and Nemain. Sure they weren’t any kind of deities but their family believed the names would bring them power and a blessing from the Goddesses, and also fortune for the clan. Needless to say, the older twins got bitter and resentful as the years passed. They were dedicated and powerful but they did not match their youngest siblings, alone they were powerful but as three, they were exceptional.

Jealous and bitter, made frustrated and exasperated by his father’s constant criticism, blinded in a fit of rage Reagan killed his father and Deirdre, absorbing their life force and powers. The triplets were fifteen at the time and as Courtney faced Reagan, Gormlaith slayed him, taking over his life force as well. Left alone with an unbearable hole in his soul, terrified of his siblings, Kenneth ran off into the night to never return, chased by his siblings, he found sanctuary in Fulacht na Mór Riogna, a site the people considered belonged to the Morrígna. It took a week for Kenneth to be rescued by an uncle, who sent him to Boston, where one of his children lived and where Kit would be safe from his siblings’ blood thirst. Under a different name, with a talisman so he would become untraceable, Reagan and Gormlaith shouldn’t be able to find him.

Kenneth had, until then, been tied to his land, to his family and to his sisters – life as he knew was all gone. For some solid six months he barely managed to get out of bed, assaulted by a powerful depression and anxiety but in time, he slowly recovered. Being from an elemental and necromancer family, he knew Death wasn’t the end of all things and that his sisters would always be there, that they would have wanted him to move on. And so he did. Finally shedding the female outside, assuming to be a man as he’d always felt like, supported by his new foster family, Kenneth tried to put the past behind, going for the first time to a regular school. He was a bright, kind kid that grew up to be a kind, bright adult with a full scholarship to the Washington University Med School. Though he had buried his past as much as he could in the back of his mind, dedicating his days to saving lives and helping people, Kit would never overcome the brutal murder of his siblings, the darkness of depression and nightmares haunting him.

It was the fifteenth anniversary of That Tragedy, he had landed himself a nice job in Port Ashborne, had bought a nice apartment when the past came back to bite on his heels in the form of Reagan and Gormlaith. He was in the graveyard shift of the ER, three twenty-seven in the morning when his siblings showed up, looking as dark and famished as the evil that was consuming them. But despite everything, Kit wouldn’t give them the pleasure of consuming his life force in the belief it would make themselves stronger – while he knew it only made them Anathemas. Though there was no real fight, he ran off into the hospital’s roof and jumped before they could get him. He never wanted to kill himself but if that was the cost of keeping the dark hearts of his siblings away from whatever was left of him and his siblings. Hitting the pavement, his death was deemed a tragedy. ‘Struggled with depression for years’, the headlines said.

But he couldn’t move on from that, still hiding from his siblings, staying close by because his work at the hospital wasn’t done yet, knowing he could help even after death.

Additional Information:

#1 – Kit was trained in the arcane arts from the moment he knew how to read, and so were all of his siblings. The Dubhshláine clan is/was a druid clan with their craft mostly focused on Necromancy associated with Elemental magic, especially in touch with the sea and the wind. After running away from Ireland, albeit afraid of his siblings coming for him, he kept studying the magical arts and exploring his mediunic link with the soulstream. Becoming a doctor was only natural to Kit, he’d always been dedicated to his studies and though back in the Éire his family was mostly devoted to the natural arts of healing, he blended both that knowledge with modern western medicine. The reason he became an outstanding doctor was exactly because he knew how to moderately use his magic to help his patients or at least soothe them so they wouldn’t suffer horrible deaths.

#2 – When he was fourteen, Kit summoned a familiar for himself, the pied crow named Odin. The crow is The Morrígan’s symbol and there were three, one for each triplet – Huginn, Munnin and Odin. When Courtney and Deirdre died, so did their familiars but Odin stuck around since Kit’s life-force remained on Earth, they’re linked and until Kit disappears, Odin should stick around. Unlike his master, Odin’s personality is unkind, almost cruel, he balances Kit’s softness and kindness. Since he’s attached to his master’s ghost, he’s become bitterer and angrier but he’s loyal and acts as Kit’s ears and eyes around the town, keeping especial attention to Phantoms and Reagan’s presence.

#3 – Kit died on Halloween night, when the veil between worlds is made thin and that helped his decision to not pass through. Though all he wanted was to be reunited with his twins, a violent suicide left a lingering sadness that did not allow him through. As a ghost, he’s not particularly attached to a place. Since he was a necromancer before, he’s not exactly a weak ghost even though he’s a fairly new one but as he was in life, Kit is shy and quiet, rarely ever doing anything worthy of being spotted.

#4 – He does, however, haunts mostly places such as the hospital, the university or the high school, solely because those are places where he can help people. He prefers avoiding possession due to the fact he doesn’t like to talk to people and ask permission (counting that they’d be able to see and hear him) but sometimes he deems necessary, taking control over the doctors in the ER because he knows he can save someone’s life. Or taking over someone’s body during a party or an emergency, more than once Kit has helped intoxicated college students to save their friends for overdosing. Clearly a doctor’s work is never over even after his passing.

#5 – Kit is a transgender man, or rather was and died as one and that is one of the reasons he still couldn’t pass into the next life. Still, though a shy ghost who tends to keep to himself, he’s extremely protective of LGBT youth – he would never harm anyone but he can pull some… stunts, on bullies and abusive parents. Those that he can spot at the hospital, school or university tend to get haunted for a while if they get on his bad side.

Personality:

Though named after a Goddess of Death and War, of the triplets Kit was always the quietest one. The one with the steadiest hands, softest words and kindest heart. Unafraid of toil, dedication has always dictated how he lived his life, pouring everything he had into his studies, into his relationships, into his emotions. Sensitive, with a heart so big he’d easily get heartbroken, naïve to an extent and sometimes deemed too fragile. Kit is shy, had always been even before his death but always resented being called stupid because of that. He’s not stupid, nor unable to hold social interactions, he was just always too self-conscious about himself and afraid of making a fool out of himself. Stubborn when he sets his mind to something, resilient, though shy and soft, Kit had always been the stronghold of his siblings. The one with his feet planted on the ground, gluing them all together… but also the one who’d overwork himself, sleep on top of his books and forget to eat. Selfless to a worrying extent, with a heart full of love and a melancholy that was there even before the grief. Depression clouded his mind though, with the highs and lows, though a good person the bitterness that settled in his heart never wavered, blaming himself for the death of his siblings and father he always had the tendency to make the best out of everything.

Skills:

- In life, Kit was a powerful medium and skilled necromancer, though he always considered himself more of an arcanist than a magician, studying more than he exerted magic. He was exponentially weakened by his twins’ deaths and his own, he still holds the knowledge of years he spent studying under his father’s and cousin’s guidance, thus being a reasonably skilled ghost. Still most of what he uses his skills for is blinking long distances and using whatever poltergeist abilities he has to help the living. - Draining from his own life force and risking long term damage, Kit can use his magic knowledge to heal the living, transferring his own energy and converting into matter. He used to do it to save people in emergencies but it always came at a high cost within the Equivalent Exchange law, more than once rendering him sick for weeks after he’d done it. As a ghost he hasn’t tried to do any major healing in any living so far, afraid he’ll damage his own spirit forever if doing so and become unable to go back to the soulstream. - Kit was always the smartest of the five siblings, while his twins were skilled magicians, he was more dedicated to the theoretical studies. Not quite exclusively an arcanist, not quite a full-fledged magician, he’s memorized everything that was passed down by his father and relatives, their old arts and books. Though there is still much he couldn’t learn considering he had to leave the Éire at age fifteen, he also studied modern western magic and modern regular medicine.

- Though he can’t quite execute all of his magic anymore, Kit comes from an old family and centuries of knowledge. The runes he’s always used were the Ogham, the olden gaeilge, imbued with meaning and power. He had many of them tattooed on his body along the years for protection and power, and they still confer energy to his ghost even after his death.

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“Don’t look at me like that.” Kit scratches his nose, sitting in the windowsill, Odin by his side staring with those judging beady black eyes. The window is open and the day outside is beautiful but he’s there, in a child’s hospital room. The crow standing by his side croaks out.

‘This is depressing Cassidy, why do you do this to yourself?’

The kid inside the room – a little girl, no older than ten, named Esther laughs as she watches them. Kit shrugs at the crow and makes his floaty way to “sit” at the feet of her bed. “Well, she needed company and it’s not like we’ve got anywhere to go, do we?” He raises one eyebrow and looks at the little girl, as she laughs. “I didn’t think so—why don’t you come here and let her pet you?” He motions at the white-chested crow that looks indignantly back at him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you Esther?” He asks nicely and the girl giggles and nods.

[I would! He’s so pretty!]

‘I’m not your employee, Cass! And I’m not pretty, I’m beautiful.’ Odin croaks indignantly back as he glides over to the bed and lands exactly over the little girl’s lap much to disagree with his own words. “Of course not, you’re my friend.” Kit says with an appreciative smile, laughing softly at his familiar as he looks outside the window, a beautiful sunny day outside. He turns his head back at the little girl on the bed. “How are ya’ feelin’ now, lass?” Kit doesn’t mention any way but as she runs soft, careful hands over Odin, the crow scoots a little closer to her hands, making the ghost break out an amused smirk.

[I’m much better, thank you doctor!]

“I’m happy to hear that, maybe tomorrow you can go home, right?” She nods at his words and he flashes a bright smile back. The doorknob rattles as her mother walks into the room, Odin swiftly flying off her lap and disappearing out the window. Kit doesn’t even motion to move, just holds one finger up to his lips in a shushing motion. “Remember, your ma’ can’t see or hear me, okay?”

Esther nods and turns to her mother and of course, as any bored kid she starts chatting effusively. Kit stays there watching the blue sky outside the window. He allows his mind to wander as Esther and her mother talks, doesn’t even notice when the attending doctor walks into the room to check up on her. He stands up only to sit again at the window, keeping his eyes on Esther as she looks back at him, he smiles reassuringly back. The other doctor in the room (the living one), talks to her mother as Kit and Esther make faces at each other.

[Esther my dear, are you making faces to the window?] Her mother asks with a laugh. [No mom, I’m joking with my friend!] Kit grimaces, though most times parents only deemed kids that age had imaginary friends, it didn’t matter. He sticks his tongue out at the little girl.

[Oh and who’s your friend?] The doctor asks while checking on her vitals, medication and all that. [His name is Kit and he’s a doctor here, too!] While her mother laughs, the attendee loses the humor on his face and Kit can’t help but feeling sorry for him. [Oh, and where did you… hear that name?] He can sense the hesitance on the other man’s voice so Kit decides that’s enough tension. He moves on and concentrates enough only so starts knocking the loose objects around the room to the floor.

The living doctor and the girl’s mother look around confused, while Esther laughs loudly and Kit bows to his new little friend. Though he didn’t like interacting with most people, he enjoyed the company of children and had the impression children enjoyed his company, too.

#matthew grey gubler fc #magic rp #supernatural rp #rp #roleplay #sost:accepted

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