#Baz's younger siblings

[onepintobean]

I just hope Swithin ends up taller than Baz. I know it'll take him a while but I can be patient.

[azsazz]

A Snowy Starfall

Daddy!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Batbabies waging their OWN snowball fight imitating their dad & uncles. Some take it too seriously, others don't take it seriously at all, it's pure chaos that ends in cocoa.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,003

Notes: Happy Holidays my loves 💙

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“Come on, you three,” you tut towards your mate and his friends. They’re standing before the large glass windows overlooking your backyard. The sun casts deep oranges and reds across the snow-ridden land, your children shrieking as they play in the snow. A valiant snowball fight is running its course, and Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand stand, faces pressed to the windows as they watch, quietly cheering their children on. “They’re going to notice you staring.”

“Maybe they already have,” Feyre adds from her spot at your kitchen counter. She’s concentrating intently on decorating a cookie, adding swirls of black icing to the gingerbread woman’s hand, creeping up her extended arm. The cookie’s dress is provocative, bare dough legs showing between slats of laced icing. She hardly glances up as she continues, “They’re probably imitating them as we speak.”

Curious, you peek out the window, too. Indeed, Wren and Baz have built a fortress in the snow to protect themselves from the onslaught of snowballs being thrown their way. Gideon and Nyx have joined forces against the two brothers, the latter packing the fluffy snow into tight, white balls, while Gideon launches their ammo towards your sons.

Your eldest daughter, Zuzu, and Nyx’s younger sister, Asteria, had joined the competition early on. They’d been a formidable team too, but grew bored of their brothers and cousin who were taking the snowball fight a little too seriously. Now, they are in the snow with little Castor, who had cried until she’d been let outside by her protective father, bundled up in so many clothes her wings nearly disappeared into the fabric. The girls are making snow angels, though Castor’s looks very much like a circle on the lawn.

Dark streaks dart behind the wall your sons have built and you frown, watching as Baz’s shadows help roll clumps of snow closer, creating perfectly circular snowballs. From what you’d heard from your husband’s friends, using shadows was against any and all snowball fight rules.

You cut Azriel a glance but he’s conveniently occupied, watching the game outside.

“Well, at least they’re both on the same team,” you comment to your mate, who refuses to let his gaze stray from the little boys. Good, he can watch them while he does the dishes then, since there’s a window above the sink. You pat him on the ass, nodding towards the mess of dishes in the sink. He nods in response, loping quickly over to peer out the window again. “So they’ll either both lose or both win.”

“They’ll both win,” Az responds immediately, a quick but pointed look your way. “They do take after me.”

Cassian scoffs behind you and you turn to see a scowling Nesta shooting him a look as he tries to steal a cookie. Jax giggles in her lap at his uncle's antics, but when Cassian hands him part of the cookie and its head falls off, Jax’s smile wobbles. He’s not outside due to the nature of his powers. As an empath, sensing the competitive nature of his siblings and the sting of a snowball to the face, it had been in his best interest to be inside around the luscious scents of cookies and warmth, instead of out in the bitter snow.

Nesta coos, bouncing him, and Cassian is thankful for the distraction, slipping further down the counter to where the High Lord sits, trying—and failing—to gain his mate's attention. The commander slips an arm around Rhys’ shoulders and glares at the back of Azriel’s head, continuing his complaining. “The only reason you’ve won so many is because of those damn shadows, Az.”

Azriel throws over his shoulder, wincing as Baz takes a snowball to the face, his face going red with fury. “How was I supposed to know they were unaffected by the magic restrictions?” he claims, sending said shadows out into the yard once he sees Baz’s slipping through the snow, headed for the icicles hanging off the railings of the porch. His intercept his sons in a display of authority, spearing them into blackened mist. Baz glances up to the window, locking eyes with his father, who wears a look of warning on his face, brow raised. Azriel watches his son visibly huff and take his anger out on the snow, building a ball and launching it across the playing field in frustration.

His gaze cuts across the yard, narrowing his eyes. Gideon and Nyx are crouched low behind their own pile of snow, looking like they’re scheming. He wants to trail his shadows in their direction, listen in on their conversation, but he’s alerted to Malos’ whines from the other room. If one of his youngest is awake, they either both are, or will be soon.

“Malos is up,” Az tells you softly, shutting off the water to the sink. He wipes his hands on a towel and kisses you gently on the cheek. You’re mixing color into icing for the cookies, getting ready for when it’s too dark out for the children to play. They’ll get all cleaned up and have some hot chocolate to warm their bellies, and you, Feyre, and Nesta have baked cookies for all of the children to decorate. “I’ll get them.”

“I’ll join,” Cassian answers, stealing another cookie off of a platter. He dunks it into your icing to the neck, the cookie dripping with sugary goodness as he lifts it to his mouth, shoving it inside. He ducks under your glare. “Gotta go get my baby.”

Cassian and Nesta’s youngest daughter, Sif, had been put down for a nap with both Knox and Malos. She’s still a little too young to be outside without supervision, and the eldest children of the Inner Circle demanded time outside without their parents, probably because they knew their fathers would try and take over their snowball fight had they been outside. They didn’t want any tips or tricks, not even your children, even with Azriel’s hundred of wins beneath his belt.

Jax climbs from Nesta’s lap over Rhys who lets out a harsh exhale when his knee lands a little too close to his private area, and then over to Feyre, who finally sets her cookie down to scoop your middle son in her arms.

“Pretty,” Jax comments, pointing at her decorative cookie. It looks just like her, and there’s one next to it that looks a little like Rhysand. Purple dots for eyes stare up at him. “Uncle Rhysie?”

“Good job, Jax,” Feyre coos, pressing kisses to his cheeks. They pink with a blush and he settles into her arms, looking utterly at bliss. He revels in the warmth of her emotions, the pride surging through her. It feels like warm bubbles in his chest, and he noses at her collar.

“Look who’s ready to party,” Azriel announces, entering the room, arms full with your two youngest children, Malos and Knox. Knox still looks a little sleepy, head resting against Azriel’s shoulder, cuddling into his warmth. His tiny wings are droopy with sleep, and his twin sister, Malos, is already reaching for the cookies. 

Nesta is quick to scoop her away from Azriel. She claims not to have a favorite niece, but Malos and her have an understanding. You see more of Nesta in Malos’ personality than any of the children of the Inner Circle, and you’re extremely happy that they have such a close connection. 

“Hi baby,” you greet Knox, who is signing mommy to you. You ease him out of Azriel’s arms, who promptly returns to his position in front of the window, pressing exaggerated kisses to his chubby cheeks. It makes him smile wide, flaring those wings that he hasn’t quite figured out how to control. “Are you ready for some yummy cookies?”

His dark eyes light with excitement. Of course your children are ready for sweets, they always are. They picked that up from Azriel, who has the biggest sweet tooth you’ve ever seen.

Cassian reenters the room with his daughter in his arms and Rhys pouts. Almost everyone in the room is preoccupied with a child in their arms, except for him. Maybe he can convince Feyre to have one more. The youngest children in the family are two now and he misses having a tiny babe around.

By the heated look in her eyes, his mate seems to be considering the same, sneaking past those shadowy walls in his mind to catch a glimpse of his thoughts. The High Lord smirks. He sends her over some imagery to go with his thoughts, and her cheeks go red. That hot look turns into one of warning, and she’s speaking out loud now, “Why don’t you call the children inside so they can get warmed up and decorate some cookies?”

“Of course, darling,” Rhys sweeps from his seat in a wisp of darkness. 

Breaking a cookie in half, you give part of it to Knox, who signs thank you, munching on the sweet. The other half is passed to Malos as you head towards where your mate is finishing up the dishes, leaning against him for a moment, reveling in all of your family happily together.

“I love you,” Azriel murmurs into your hair, leaning over to sneak a bite of Knox’s cookie. Your son stares up at his father with wide eyes, and like this, he looks just like Az. It makes your heart warm, and Jax squeals in happiness in response, your happiness radiating to him. It makes your grin wider, peeking over your shoulder to see him so content in his aunt's arms. 

“I love you too, Az,” you whisper back to him, resting your forehead against his. 

It’s a nice moment, until the children from outside are wrangled through the door by Rhys. The boys are arguing about who has won their snowball fight, while the girls are peeling away their winter gear, excited to decorate cookies with icing and sprinkles and the edible petals Elain had given you before her trip to the Summer Court with Lucien. 

“Now, now, boys,” Rhys starts, but the diplomatic tone he’s using does nothing to deter the cousins from arguing. “I’m sure we can come to a consensus without yelling and acquiescing.”

“But Baz used his shadows,” Nyx complains, wringing his gloves between his hands in frustration. “We all saw it.”

“Nyxie, don’t be mean to Baz,” Wren counters, brows furrowed. He doesn’t like it when his family argues, especially over trivial things. His heart is so kind. “You can win the snowball fight if you want, but Baz and I are gonna win the cookie decorating contest, right Bazzy?”

“No,” Baz says flatly, dropping his gear onto the floor. You give him a look but he almost seems un-bothered by it, done with the debate his cousins are currently having. “We won the snowball fight and we’re going to win the cookie decorating contest.” 

You share a look with your mate, watching the scene unfold. Baz is quite the Stubborn Suriel, no matter what it comes to.

“Dad,” Nyx groans, “Can’t you do something?”

Cassian is the one who comes to the rescue, Castor reaching up at him for her sister. He helps the little one down and the older one with her undressing, peeling her thermals off layer by layer. “It’s not about who won, right boys? It’s about spending time and having fun with the ones you love.”

Feyre, Nesta, and yourself awe at his words, but Azriel and Rhysand are rolling their eyes and muttering under their breath at Cassian’s cheesy words. 

“What a kiss ass.”

“Smug fucker.”

“Azriel,” you hiss, turning your body away from him, like that will hide Knox from his vulgar words. “Language.” 

He winces, “Sorry love.” 

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now, bouncing Knox in your arms a little as you turn fully from your mate. You poke Knox’s belly playfully before addressing the rest of the room. “How about those cookies, then? They won’t decorate themselves!”

[skeedelvee]

Ayy! I'm finally trying one of these! Thank you everyone that's tagged me in theirs in the past, I always like getting the notifications so I can check out all of your wonderful WIPs! <3

Doing a few WIPs since I've got a bunch going and I've gotten interest in a few.

First up is Second Moon! This is a sequel to my fic First Moon in which Simon is experiencing his first time transforming into a were-dragon. These fics are inspired by @frjsti 's amazing artwork! The sequel is about his 2nd time transforming and how Simon and Baz handle it differently now they know what they're in for and they've had time to prep for and crave certain fantasies for the next full moon. Here's a snippet of them discussing Baz wanting to bottom this time around:

He’s got his academic face on, as if we were talking about the merits of some new magical theory and not him taking my foot long dragon cock up his arse. “Still, there's a lot of risk involved in this. Even if I don’t destroy your arse, there’s still my claws and my fire breath to worry about. It’s a bit dangerous, innit?” “I thought you were the one to always face danger head on.” “I am, but this really isn’t about me.” “Isn’t it? Listen. If you really don’t want to do this, I won’t press for it, but it’s what I want and I’m not afraid of what might happen. I trust you.” I mull it over for a moment before he adds: “And if you do manage to kill me, please make sure my headstone reads ‘Here lies Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. He died doing what he loved: getting railed by Simon Snow’s monster cock.” I snort. “Your father would have my head if I even suggested that.” “Then I’ll have to have it written up in an official will,” he says with a smile. “What will it be then, Snow? Do you want this?” There’s no point lying about it. “Yes. I want it. I want you. You have to promise me though, that you won’t let me hurt you. Don’t muscle through it for my sake. Say your safe word as soon as things turn bad.” “I promise, Simon.”

@stitchy-queerista wanted to hear more about A Good High, so I'll do that one as well!

A Good High is a one shot non-magic college roommate AU where Shepard leaves a pot brownie for Simon on what he thinks is his desk, but is actually Baz's desk. Baz thinks it's a normal brownie from Simon, eats it and gets really high by accident. Simon gets back to the dorm, finds Baz in his current state and has to turn Baz's bad high into a good one. Here's a snippet:

“Have you seen Ratatouille?” I ask as I set up my laptop at the foot of the bed. Baz is hugging his knees to his chest, but he’s lost that panicked look in his eyes. They look sleepy instead, droopy and dark like they are first thing in the morning (it’s very distracting). “I have four younger siblings, of course I’ve seen Ratatouille.” “Right, of course. Well, it always helps me relax, so it might help you,” I say as I make a fluffy pile of pillows to collapse against. “Just try to focus on the movie for a bit and let it melt your anxieties away.” The movie plays and I sit back, kick my feet up, I get immersed in Remi’s story as a start to feel the gummy kick in. I’m so relaxed that I almost forget about how Baz was feeling, but as soon as I do remember, I can’t seem to think of anything else. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He’s watching the film and his breathing seems relaxed, but there’s something about his face that still looks raw, something about his posture that still seems on edge. I wish I could magically make this better for him. If he were anyone else I’d probably know what to do to cheer him up, but we’ve only just (kind of, sort of) started to get along. I don’t know if I’ve ever truly seen him relaxed before now that I think of it, he even looks tense while he sleeps. Maybe I should just ask him about what would help. “Psst, Baz, can I get you anything? Tea? Or a snack?” “No, I’m fine.” “A blanket?” “No.” He curls in on himself more and I mentally start kicking myself. Fuck, I’m making it worse. I wrack my brains for an idea to make this better, ignoring the little voice in my head telling me to leave well enough alone. Maybe if I got him to laugh that might get him out of this funk. “How about a cuddle then?” It was supposed to be a joke, but I can’t manage to laugh at it. My heart is beating out of my chest as the words leave my mouth. It’s a silly notion, the two of us cuddling, and I know it's something he’d never go for. And part of me is still hoping he’ll think it’s funny and he’ll break into a smile as he laughs it off, but the other part of me is desperate for him to say yes.

And @roomwithanopenfire wanted to hear about my untitled Gareth/Rhys fic, so I'll do that one too

This one is fairly new actually. It's kind of inspired by an outfit of mine actually. A lot of people who have met me IRL will probably have seen me in this, but I like to call it my Gareth as a slutty queer woman cosplay; a black crop top, black short shorts, and a brown belt with a white jaguar enamel belt buckle. I was wearing it recently and thinking about Gareth and thinking about a fem Gareth (I call her Gi in this) wielding the magic thrusting belt buckle, and then I started to write this. It's a getting together story about Gareth and Rhys with mutual pining. It starts with the two of them in their room, unpacking and settling into the space for their 8th year. Gi has her skirt tucked into her underpants and it's a whole thing for Rhys. Here's a snippet:

I can feel myself blush down to my toes. Thankfully, Gi discovers the state of her skirt and is distracted from seeing the full state of my complexion. “Has it been tucked in this whole time?” “Pretty much,” I wince. She snorts and then giggles as she unbuttons the thing and kicks it underneath her bed. I try to keep my eyes above her waist. “I hope my grandma saw. It’s what she deserves for insisting I ‘dress like a lady’ in her presence.” She’s stepping into her school trousers now, she has to do a little wiggle jump to get them over her thick thighs (it’s poetry in the making). “She has seen how you cast spells, right? Surely trousers should be the least of her worries.” “I wear the buckle as a bracelet when the old bat’s visiting. Mum says she has ‘a poor constitution’ and I’ll ‘send her to an early grave’ if I try thrusting spells around her.” Gi does a poor imitation of her mother’s voice, playing up the theatrics for my entertainment. I watch her as she lovingly threads her belt through each of the loops on her trousers, it’s like watching a superhero put on their suit for the very first time. She does a turn in front of the mirror, smiles at her reflection, and then shoots finger guns at herself. I can’t help but smile too. I’m so in love with her, it hurts.

And here’s my belt buckle that inspired this:

I think most of you have already posted yours for the day, but I'll tag: @bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aristocratic-otter @roomwithanopenfire @stitchy-queerista @artsyunderstudy @noblecorgi @monbons @rimeswithpurple @ileadacharmedlife @facewithoutheart

[orange-peony]

One day late, sorry! I was at the zoo yesterday. 😎

Thanks for tagging me @nausikaaa and @larkral!

I haven't had much time to write in the past couple of weeks, but I have made a little bit of progress with my snowbaz accidental baby acquisition fic (Simon's POV):

“Baby Snow-Pitch,” I read out loud, my voice fading on the last word. Is this some kind of colossal and extremely cruel joke? I wish for a family with Baz, and someone sends me a baby to taunt me. Typical. Baz’s hands start to properly shake. He rummages some more and extracts a folded document. It looks exactly like my birth certificate—the one I found hidden in the Mage’s office. There’s a stamp at the bottom, and it looks so bloody official that I find myself holding my breath as I read it. There’s a date of birth (today), a place of birth (my address), a sex (female). The only thing missing is her first name, but the surname is written clearly as Snow-Pitch. Her two parents are mentioned. That’s me and Baz. The absurdity of this simple statement makes my heart skip a beat. Me? A father? This can’t be possible. Even if this is not a royal prank by some psychopath, and the Magickal Stork really exists and brings babies to people, it certainly wouldn’t pick someone like me as a parent. I could understand Baz—he’s amazing in everything he does, and he told me that he has younger siblings that he often visits. He would make a great dad—I’m one hundred percent sure of it, which is why I desperately want to have a family with him. But me? I’ve got no idea what having a father feels like, let alone be one. I would fuck things up spectacularly! If I was a terrible boyfriend, imagine what kind of parent I would be… I look at the baby, at her scrunched up face and minuscule fingers tightly closed into tiny fists, and I feel a lump in my throat. I can’t fail her. I can’t possibly let her down. She’s so tiny and vulnerable and precious.

Since I'm one day late, I'm going to tag anyone who wants to share their WIPs (of any kind) and those who forgot/didn't have a chance to do it yesterday or on Sunday. 💙

[beebopurr]

What was Baz childhood like

Baz was quite the rambunctious child. Ha ran around and got hurt a lot, but that never really stopped him. He's super curious and loves to explore the world around him as well as figuring out how said things work.

His family is actually quite large despite just having one sibling. He's got around 6 cousins that live close(more that don't), and a handful of kids he hung out with because their parents were close. Most of them are older than Baz, even if only by a year or so, so he got picked on a bit.

Outside of that though he would just explore and run errands for the adults in his life(bringing them beer, reaching into machinery that the adults hands were too big for, babysitting) to make himself useful.

Now that he's older he doesn't get to have as much fun. He still likes to mess around but he has to be much more reserved now that he's also tasked with looking out for his little sister and the other kids who are younger than him. When he does get free time he manages to get himself into other people's problems more often than not.

[destinyc1020]

Confession Sunday: This is going to be very unpopular, but after SM4, I don't want Tom and Z to work with each other as love interests. Or again, if that means they can maintain privacy in their relationship. I hope Z has a smaller role in that film, and it's more on Tom's Peter and Black Cat, maybe. The backlash both of them got for TCR and Challengers because they became public is very deranged. They should be able to play characters with love interest without fear of public backlash because they are adults and professionals. Im kinda scared with Romeo and Juliet. I hope ppl are sensible and dont embarrass Tom cause it's not just him on stage. Francesca and the rest of the cast deserve their moment.

They are not the first couple to act but they the first famous couple of the younger generation that ppl are too invested in and honestly don't have the best energy towards their union depaite them being complete starbgers to us. I'm aware this is hypocritical as I am a fan of both and I'm on tumblr but I've been aware of both sides of the fandom on these blogs, solo fans of each other and I understand the frustration to want you fav to be independent of their relationship because it limits their artistry. They are actors first!!!!

Unpopular opinion, and I'm gonna get tomatoes, but looking back, SM NWH presstour was a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing for Tomdaya fans, but its a curse cause now when they do it again, the soundbites are gonna feel curated and tired. I started to see a problem when Tom kept mentioning it when he was promoting TCR because, let's be honest, he was ashamed of the results of the show. He used it as armour, and that's not fair case it was him that chose to do that show with poor execution. Using his family as pr is no better than Dom no shade. Even when Challengers was promoted and Tom was mentioned, it was cute as Tomdaya fans, but objectively, it's unheard of unless it's a podcast.

David Bowie and Iman are the best counterparts because they both were successful in their lane but were together. Iman was asked about David, but I was brief because she already had a business and foundation stand from. Both Tom and Z are in the middle of building that foundation.

I read on a blog how Riley from that Daisy amazon show filmed an intimate scene with her actor husband, and she said it was awkward because they were acting, and when they are together, it's real. I want them to have a life that we, as fans, don't know because overexposure is always bad in hindsight. Look at Jelenas. They can't get over the accessibility they had to that couple, and that's just sad.

I enjoyed the intimate scenes in Challengers and TCR because I was invested in the characters they were playing because they had respectful costars who i had little information about them other than acting, and it was great acting. I think it's even why I couldn't buy Paul and Chani in Dune 2 because I know Timothee and Zendaya are very good friends. Almost like siblings, like Timothee called her a sis!!!😭😭😭

I never have this issue when he's Taylor, Florence, or Saoirse because i know them through acting only, and I'm not invested in their lives cause its private as fck.

What are your thoughts???

Wow Anon.... you said a LOT with this ask/confession lol.

Thank you for your input and confession Anon.

Personally? I don't think there's anything wrong with Tom and Z working together even though they're in a relationship together. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Do you know how many actors have worked together in Hollywood and were in relationships with each other? Paul Newman and his wife Joanne Woodward, Elizabeth Taylor and her husband Richard Burton, JLo and Ben Affleck, Emily Blunt & John Krasinski, etc. Shoot, even Baz Luhrmann and his wife work together on films lol 😅 It's not exactly unheard of in Hollywood. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Re: The NWH press tour....

Hmm... I'm not sure why this is a concern exactly. 🤔 But I also don't feel like how TZ were during the press tour together was a bad thing either? 🤷🏾‍♀️ Even if they were to break up tomorrow, their press tour videos are endearing, sweet, and just a testament to a good friendship and casting for their Spiderman film imo.

While us shippers and Tomdaya fans may love the press tour for other reasons lol, I don't think that the general public has an issue with the press tours with TZ being together and in love etc. I think most think it's cute? 😅

Granted, I will say that if you do feel like you're having a very hard time separating an actor's character from their real-life persona, and it's hard for you to see them disappear in certain roles, then maybe it might a sign that you're following a celebrity a little too closely, and it may be a good idea to perhaps lessen the amount of time you spend tracking and following that celebrity/actor. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Re: Fans...

I def think that SOME fans get a little too invested with the lives of their faves, to the point where it can become a bit parasocial, but like I mentioned earlier, you can always take a bit of a break, and try not to be so obsessive.

Re: Public Backlash

While I def understand the concern regarding the gp and any backlash on TZ and their projects, the truth of the matter is, a lot of actors get bad reviews on their projects also, but it's not an automatic death. Many Actors have recovered from bad projects and have gone on to do wonderful films that had critical acclaim. ☺️

[naowminali]

SNOWBAZ CHILDREN!!

Bcuz i loveee the idea of them having children!! (Mainly bcuz im a bitch for the pov outsider and want their old teachers and classmates being like 😐🤨😧 so that strange ass kiss wasn't a goodbye???)

Also, i have fanarts for all of them but will not publish them for now ig i want a carry on fanbase first!!!

The first one:

Finneas, or Finn, is the first born!

He got Simon's curly hair and moles (not a lot, but some), but Baz's bitch smile and hair. His skin is more healthy than Baz's, similar to Simon, kind of a middle point.

He is a really good student and a even better mage. Still, his personality and actitud is not the best, so he isn't very popular outside of his very good looks. He also plays tennis bcuz he HATES contact sports.

He is kind of know for being a womanizer and a man eater (which is kinda of a lie but kinda not? He just really like partys (and he also is living the crazy free life Baz could have loved to have).

He is really chill, but also kind of mean to everyone in general (except his parents, which beats the rebel child idea. He is just spoiled) (and he likes to bother his siblings in general)

The second on issss!!

Darius!!!

He got Simon's tound face but everything else is Baz's. But his personality isn't like them. He is less out going, more subdued. He is a really good student, but not so good with magic. Simón thinks that it's bcuz he is quiet and lacks personality when in comes to fighting, but Baz insists he should just work harder.

Darius does not, in fact, work harder. He is actually kind of lazy, which none of his parents are, but also really inteligent (he isn't first in his class, like Finn). He plays chess bcuz he likes it, and tennis bcuz Baz insist he has to do some physical sport yes or yes.

He doesn't have many friends, and wants to go to a Normal U when he finishes watford (which he could have not gone to if he had a say in it)

The third one is!:

Lucy!! She is the first one to be called by a dead parent name. She looks a ton like Simon, kind of her twin tbfr. But if anything, she takes after Baz a lot. She is the one with most raw magic out of them all, really strong and athletic. She has lots of friends, but none very close, and tends to eat with her younger brother in the dinner hall all the time. She also studies the most.

It could see she got the best out of both parents, but she isn't the most patient one, and it always plays against herself. Can't really shut tf up, and she and Finn get along the best bcuz of this.

She gets in a lot of fights, and also plays football really well. She's her team's cap. She also plays tennis and golf on the side (tho she only plays golf with her family).

The last and fourth one is:

Nathan, which is also called that bcuz or a dead parent, bcuz Bsz tought it was like a deal to not call their children that?? But simón still did?? He looks just like baz, but isn't as tall, and...

He is, to put it simply, mediocre.

He lacks magical power, and doesn't want to try and be better. He has bad notes, and makes no try to study. He lacks off in sports, and doesn't even has a close circle of friends like his siblings, who now and then hang out with the same 2-4 people. Finn thinks he is strange af (affectionate), and Lucy always eats with him.

But he is actually quite adventurous (? when he is alone. Lowkey has the same vibes as Simoj going on quests alone around school or outside. He just really likes to be alone.

Still, his professors really like him and try to help him bcuz you just gotta talk with him one time to realize he is as bright as his siblings, may just in a different way...

So! Basically:

Finneas "Finn" Salisbury G.P (Grimm-Pitch). Or just Finn Salisbury, like be calls himself.

Darius Salisbury Grimm-Pitch. Or just Darius Grimm, like his classmates call him.

Lucy S. Grimm-Pitch. Or just Lucy, like everyone calls her.

Nathaniel "Nathan" Salisbury Grimm-Pitch. He is just called that.

[theearlgreymage]

I'm an emotional disaster today (yesterday? Does it really count if I've yet to go to bed?) And opening tumblr to see all the Tags and stunning WIPs really brightened my day ❤️

So thank you to @hushed-chorus @wellbelesbian @ileadacharmedlife @whogaveyoupermission @artsyunderstudy and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for the Tags today!! (I don't think I've ever been tagged by so many people in a single day 👀)

Also, taking this little moment to scream about what lovely people @buffy and @ic3-que3n are and to thank them for letting me just vent today.

There is still a small mountain of WIPs staring at me, but I've had to return to my normal work life this week, so I don't have as much progress to share.

My primary focus right now are my COBB fics. (And if you're one of my partners, please know I adore you and appreicate you for being patient with my slow writing process lately.)

I thought I'd share some very small snippets from those pieces that I was typing away at today on my lunch break.

COBB Project #1

Back inside, I went to keep my younger siblings at bay. They didn’t need to see their mother in such a state. I tried to find Vera to ask her to help my parents, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Baz?” Mordelia pulled at my sweater insistently. “What happened? We heard mum yelling.”

Swallowing around my nerves, and pulling my fangs back into my gums, I knelt in front of her. “Just a little accident with Uncle Cyril is all, everyones fine.” The words sound hollow, even to my own ears. And Mordelia is old enough to recognize that, but not old enough to call me out on my lies. I wouldn’t even know how to begin to tell her the truth.

COBB Project #2

We both ignore him as Malcolm says, “The Underworld needs a queen.”

“I would disagree,” I tell him dryly. Rolling my eyes.

He huffs. “I don’t understand why this is such a difficult discu-”

“Because I don’t need a queen to rule my realm!” I’m nearly shouting.

And now, even though it is technically Thursday here in my timezone. Some Tags and Hello's to all of the beautiful people in this Fandom ❤️

@aristocratic-otter @ivelovedhimthroughworse @shrekgogurt @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @martsonmars @confused-bi-queer @bookish-bogwitch @johnwgrey @mostlymaudlin @raenestee @ionlydrinkhotwater @erzbethluna @bazzybelle @foolofabookwyrm-activated @facewithoutheart @henreyettah @thewholelemon @stardustasincocaine @theimpossibledemon @fatalfangirl @palimpsessed @onepintobean @ebbpettier @upuntil6am @larkral @yellobb @letraspal @captain-aralias @stitchyqueer

[martsonmars]

[wrote most of this last January — I'm not deleting the tags but LOL — and I'm not changing my answers — not even the last time I cried — but I'll add stuff]

15 Questions 15 People

Thanks @nausikaaa @johnwgrey @shrekgogurt @raenestee @yellobb @stitchyqueer @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @prettylightsbigcity @sillyunicorn and at least two more people (whose notifications were eaten by Tumblr) for the tags! I love being tagged in these games even though I don't always participate. [And now it just took me a year...]

I almost didn't participate this time either because I don't like some of the questions, but I really wanted to answer a couple of them so here we are 😂 It'll likely be long so...

[Tagging @onepintobean @brilla-brilla-estrellita @palimpsessed @ileadacharmedlife @technetiumai @thewholelemon @youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @ic3-que3n @theearlgreymage @messofthejess @theimpossibledemon @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @valeffelees. That's 15! If you played last year you can ignore me or play again.]

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not really? Definitely not after a relative (thank god, I'm not a fan of it), but:

a) my mother's religious enough that biblical Marta was on her mind. She used to say that if she had another girl she wanted to call her Miriam, and it wouldn't have happened anyway because when we thought my brother would be a girl — before that “uh there's a penis here” that made me cry because I was used to being a single child by then, and I was already so upset to get a sibling that at least I wanted a sister — I fought for the name Emma, but she did want to play a vague Martha&Mary game. (My brother got a religion-inspired name too, anyway.)

b. there's a song by one of her favourite singers that's called Marta che parla con Dio (I love this song so much!) and she always mentioned it when I asked about my name

c. Marta Abba was an actress and the muse of my mother's favourite writer. I always say that I'm named after her because I like the idea.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I don't remember when I last cried properly (not because I never cry but because I cry too often) but the last time I had to fight tears because I was in public and almost failed was two days ago.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope! I'm baby myself. I used to say I absolutely didn't want kids but now my stance is more “we'll see what happens”. Kids feel like too much — I'm always exhausted when I have to take care of my brother (who's almost 11 now, so not a baby, and still requires so much time and energy) and spending a week with my 3yo cousin reminded me of how it is when they're younger — and I'm not sure I'd want to devote such a big part of my life and my days to someone who, at least at first, would need me so much. But I love kids. I usually joke and say that I love them as long as they're someone else's and they go home at the end of the day, but I think I'd like having my own kid. I want to believe I'd be a good parent. But I definitely don't want to birth anyone, so we'll see what more queer rights or moving to another country life brings!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I think so? I love sarcasm, but I probably don't use it as much as I think I do.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

This is one of the questions that bothered me because I couldn't think of any physical characteristic, but then I realise that the answer is SO easy: the first thing I notice about people I interact with is whether they pass my anxiety's vibe check.

(What I notice about people I don't interact with is whether they'd be good fancasts. The only faces I remember among all the people I've seen in 3 months of classes in person are: potential Shep fancast & potential fem Baz fancast.) (They're friends btw.)

6. What’s your eye color?

Brown. (I almost found a way to turn this answer into 15 paragraphs too, but I'll spare you.)

7. Scary movie or happy endings?

Happy endings for sure. I'm not a fan of scary movies in general (can't see the appeal), but I'll always pick happy endings. Though I can bear sad movies better than sad books, probably because everything's faster.

8. Any special talents?

I'll skip this one. Not because I don't think I have any special talents, but because what's a talent? What's special? Honestly my special talent is not being able to answer this kind of question about myself (along with “describe yourself in 3 adjectives” and shit like that).

9. Where were you born?

Wouldn't you like to know.

10. What are your hobbies?

I am, sadly, pretty inconsistent about hobbies. The ones that never leave are reading and writing (even when I had my 3 year long writer's block, writing was still at the top of my mind), but other than those two I have a wide variety of hobbies that come and go. Mostly because if I don't master a skill immediately I give up, and so I keep picking hobbies up and then abandoning them and then picking them up again. I'd probably be happier if I stopped wasting so much time on my phone and dedicated more time to getting better at some of these hobbies I've tried, but alas, my brain cannot be coerced into it.

December edit: learned and learning to crochet and I have a feeling this hobby will stay.

11. Do you have any pets?

Nope. I probably wouldn't want a pet that can move around, or one I'd have to touch (I assume you have to touch most pets somehow... but when I helped my aunt with her fish I didn't have to touch them because she had a little net I could use to move them when cleaning was needed, and it was great, so I could probably handle something like that). I'd also be sad about their lifespan.

Honestly, I'll probably only have a pet if someone I live with will have or strongly want one.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I did ballet from age 4 to age 11, then I let them fat shame me away from it. I probably would've quit after middle school anyway, but I wish I hadn't let them make me feel like shit about my body because I really love ballet, and I was the best of my group (the examiner from the Royal Academy of Dance said so twice.), and we were going to try point shoes the next year, and I was just a chubby kid.

Then I did archery for 2/3 years in high school. I quit because I felt like I didn't have enough time to do it AND study, and so I didn't want to commit to it to the point of buying my own bow, and the equipment my trainer gave me for free wasn't good enough that my skills could improve past a certain point, and so I got frustrated with it. I'd like to pick it up again someday.

(I almost googled whether ballet is a sport because I feel like a lot of people would say it isn't for different reasons, but then I decided that I don't care. It counts as a sport to me.)

13. How tall are you?

174 cm, I think. Maybe 173. 5’8”?

14. Favorite subject at school?

Oh boy. I could spend hours on this, I'm such a swot (which is why my current struggles with studying hurt so much! I never thought I'd be the kind of person who'd struggle with the only thing I used to be the best at, and yet here we are).

I think my favourite subjects to study are things like history and law. I also love languages so much and I need structure to study them (I struggle to be consistent and practice on my own). I loved scientific subjects and kinda miss them occasionally. I loved all the literature/social sciences classes I've had in my life but most of them are mostly stuff I like to read about and don't really want to study.

[December comment: I didn't post this in January because I didn't finish answering this question. I still don't want to finish because it's too much. I just want to say that there's a difference between subjects I like in general and subjects I like to study, and I think the two categories intersect in the fields of history, languages and law.]

15. Dream job?

There are two wolves inside of me.

The wolf that wants to leave a very specific mark in the world, which is the reason why I'm studying politics. I am not saying that politics are the way (or the only way) to change the world. I'm not even saying I want to be a politician. But there is in me the desire to do something for the world from this point of view, be it through writing or activism or NGOs or European/international institutions and organisations or the government. I'm currently [December] planning to write my bachelor thesis in International Law and talk about the regulation of AI, and my professor says this is a field that's creating more job opportunities and isn't yet as saturated as the human rights job market, so maybe this is something to pursue.

And the wolf that wants to stay in my little bubble and write fiction. Or translate books (though I don't think I'd actually want to be a translator. It's a shitty job). Have a nice house and a family and forget about the world.

I know these aren't necessarily mutually exclusive (in the sense that both could be possible at different times), but I'm not sure what will prevail. I guess it also depends on the jobs I will find when I'm done studying.

I agree with who said they want a job they like well enough but that leaves them time and energy to pursue their actual dreams. Work doesn't have to be your dream, it can be just work. But maybe I'll turn my dreams into work and have more, different dreams in my private life. We'll see!

[alternate-kiza]

Just because someone might care, here are my HC notes:

Nicknames

Penguin- Winter

Apoo- Ghost

Kid- Alex(Real name)

Hawkins- Baz

Luffy- Lulu (Occasionally)

Drake is Drake or That thing

Kiza and Alen have two kids: Alemer(3) and Laika(4)

Kay and Guin’s sons name is Santory. Their daughters name is Guentil. She is a robot, cyborg.

Shachi Ravedell

Orca Ravedell

Dain Ravedell

Penguin Rouge

Guin Rouge

Killer Zedelic

Mason Zedelic

Vault raised Raid, Apoo, Mylu

Apoo raised Kid with Penguin since he was 3

There is a curse where a Scratchmen has to take care of a Eustass and vice versa. The earliest y anyone knows of was with Eustass Avolta and Scratchmen Mia. Avolta raised Mia after Mia’s father left her. Mia’s father knew the repercussions of not doing so. Avolta was 10 when she started taking care of Mia. She died in childbirth with Vault at age 21.

Angel and Mia were lovers. Angel got taken back to her home town and forced to marry a man. Mia was enslaved by a disgusting man. She has been able to escape three times, but was always brought back.

Angel was lucky to have a husband that was also forced into the marriage, so they were able to come to an agreement.

Mia wasn’t so lucky; one of the ways she found to take revenge was to remove his genes from her kids. First one(Raid) ended up being related to Vault(the one she was replacing the genes for). The second one(Apoo) came out perfect and wasn’t related to either Vault or that disgusting man. The third(Mylu) was going to be Mia’s replica, and besides the red hair and purple eyes, she was.

Because it was Mia’s second escape, Apoo was hunted by his real father from the moment he was born. Luckily he was too busy to notice that Mia did it again. This ended up being very helpful to Apoo because he made so many strong allies.

There was an incident that occurred because of Penguin; twice. This even was when Apoo first met Penguin. 23 years ago, Penguin escaped the facility and was now on the run. This has happened before when Penguin was 3. Apoo first seen Penguin after killing a fleet admiral. That day he swore to himself that he will become strong. So Apoo spent three years training with the yanko and Roger. It was also the reason he was captured.

Mia age: 57/ birthday: 8-19

Vault: 46/ 4-23

Angel: 56/ 10-2

Raid: 33/ 6-4

Mylu: 28/ 2-15

Zonne: 32/ 1-7

Mörderin: 55/ 7-26

Collec: 26/ 9-13

Raid married Hawkins’ blue haired older sister, Zonne.

Heat has an older brother ; Calor. He has short blue hair that goes left, and golden yellow eyes.

Wire doesn’t have any biological siblings but he has a pack that he considers family. The pack has 16 members with 12 being adults and 4 being children.

Raid, Apoo, and Mylu have one younger sister that is almost exactly like their mother they have contact with; her name is Collec.

Angel is a lesbian

Mia is bisexual

Mylu is Aroace

Kiza: March 4

Dally: April 9

Alen: May 12

Kay: January 2

Vanessa: July 26

Dino: February 7

Guin: June 18

Lone: December 31

Orca: October 1

Dain: October 1

Mason: August 13

Record: September 24

Useless: November 19

Kiza doesn’t care about labels

Dally is in a polyamorous relationship with Vanessa and Dain.

Alen also doesn’t care about labels

Kay is pansexual

Vanessa is aromantic but has a physical relationship with Dally. Does it with Dain when Dally is unavailable.

Dino doesn’t care what they are, if Dino likes it doesn’t matter.

Lone, Aroace

Guin is a straight ally. Would be bisexual if Vanessa didn’t traumatize her.

Orca is Gay

Dain has a romantic relationship with Dally. Doesn’t like intercourse, but will participate in it with women only.

Mason is bisexual

Record is a straight ally. Tried it with Dain but didn’t like it.

Useless isn’t straight but does prefer girls over guys.

The Demon Pirates ship name is Vaixell Embru.

Penguin found Kid first. They met up with Apoo later in the week. Because of the bond Kid ended up mixed with their dna. Now Kid isn’t recognized for having biological parents because some of the dna he got overridden his biological parents. As a result people just say Apoo and Penguin are his parents.

Useless knows papier-mâché and origami.

Alen’s cover name is Rozil. He likes to become a female. Has participated in drag shows.

Who’s child is who’s:

Sap trio: Kiza, Kay, Lone, and Useless

Killjoy trio: Alen, Vanessa, Guin, and Mason

Traitor trio: Dally, Dino, and Record

Party trio: Orca and Dain

Duo’s

Zoro and Law: Season

Drake and Zoro: Salt

Apoo and Kid: Tact

Drake and Wire: Chase

Drake and Luffy: Unicycle

Hawkins and Luffy: Lights

Apoo and Penguin: Creation

Penguin and Kid: Winter

Heat and Wire: Round bout’s

Kid and Luffy: Affection

Hawkins and Drake: Chaos

Apoo and Drake: Spy

Apoo and Hawkins: Opposite

Apoo and Law: Trip

Kid and Wire: Word

Penguin and Hawkins: Steal

Killer and Shachi: Scare

Luffy and Shachi: Dissolve

Kid and Zoro: Alcohol

Penguin and Killer: Cheesy

Drake and Law: Mirror

Heat and Zoro: Test Play

Drake and Heat: Game

Law and Luffy: Question

Zoro and Luffy: Lost

Penguin and Zoro: Potion

Kid and Law: Reality Check

Shachi and Wire: Fluff

Heat and Shachi: Fly

Penguin and Shachi: One Way

Hawkins and Killer: Crazy Blonds

Killer and Heat: Burn

Killer and Zoro: Sword Play

Hawkins and Shachi: Dress Up

Kid and Drake: Tutu

Penguin and Law: Ice

Kid and Killer: Rock

Zoro and Wire: Tease

Penguin and Luffy: True

Apoo and Wire: Capture

Luffy and Heat: Kind

Killer and Drake: Riot

Penguin and Heat: Sponge

Shachi and Law: Write

Killer and Wire: Target

Killer and Luffy: Dance

Penguin and Drake: Swing

Shachi and Drake: Mark

Penguin and Wire: Sight

Hawkins and Heat: Kitten

Apoo and Killer: Whereabouts

Kid and Heat: Document

Apoo and Luffy: Faye

Kiza and Dally: Fight

Alen and Kay: Stand By

Orca and Dain: Twins

Vanessa and Orca: Discover

Kiza and Alen: Lovely

Vanessa and Dino: Feared

Dally and Vanessa: Tainted

Dain and Record: Sweethearts

Lone and Mason: Rights

Kay and Guin: Mechanic

Mason and Useless: Background

Dally and Dino: Run

Orca and Mason: Jester

Trios

Apoo, Kid, and Penguin: Dart

Apoo, Hawkins, and Drake: Traitor

Penguin, Killer, Zoro: Killjoy

Kid, Luffy, Law: Sap

Shachi, Heat, and Wire: Party

Kid, Law, and Zoro: Theoretical

Penguin, Shachi, and Law: Heart

Apoo, Law, and Heat: Adults

Apoo, Drake, and Wire: Run

Penguin, Apoo, Luffy: Confident

Kid, Law, and Zoro: Watermelon

Drake, Zoro, and Heat: Quest

Kid, Drake, and Law: Game Glitches

Groups

Hawkins, Killer, Luffy, and Shachi: Destructive crew

Drake, Law, Zoro, Wire, and Heat: Outcasts

Apoo, Penguin, Kid, Luffy, and Zoro, Live Cast

Apoo, Penguin, Kid, and Drake: Game setters

Hawkins, Killer, Drake, and Wire: Insanes’

Apoo, Heat, Law, and Zoro: Calm Ones

Penguin, Kid, Luffy, and Shachi: Childish Games

Penguin, Hawkins, Luffy, and Shachi: Mothers Night

Fusion related:

Shachi, Luffy fusion uses flaming yo-yos

Penguin, Hawkins is called the Stealer and they have a scarf in their braided hair that has little penguins on the end.

Dart trio have a coat that has falling snow.

Raid and Zonne have a son named Parslee and a daughter named Azcielo and their youngest son Rofujo

Dino got together with Page One. They have a daughter with purple hair and red eyes. She got the time ability with hers being a Divided watch. Her younger brother has blond hair and purple eyes. People like to say he’s a new Drake.

Daughters name is Rellovis and the sons name is Pàgin.

Angel and Zonne: Blue hair and red eyes/ father is blond

Raid, Vault, and Mylu: Red hair and purple eyes

Mia and Collec: Black hair and brown eyes

Apoo’s real father: Dark yellow green hair and yellow eyes

Mia, Raid, and Collec have the same face structure as Apoo

Mörderin: Ginger hair and crystal green eyes with the face of Killer.

Regain memories:

Penguin: Never lost them

- Was born in the facility so there was nothing to build on.

Apoo: Two days

- Erased and replaced his entire memory.

- Got rid of the ones before the facility, so there was nothing to build on.

Kid: Memory Exposure

- Spending time with the ones that remember.

- Since there wasn’t much to build on the erased and replaced memories are fragile.

Luffy: Ace’s Death

- Ace’s death reminded Luffy of Hawkins’ death.

Law: Past Dream

- He has appearing fragments of memory.

- Most of the time they happen when he sleeps, and for the the first year thought they were nothing but dreams.

- He got a fragment when he met with the others that weren’t on the crew.

Killer: Instigator

- If Killer finds evidence of his memories being fake, he will hold an investigation.

- Is the instigator for Hawkins getting his memory back.

Hawkins: Investigation

- Will only remember throughout an investigation.

- Hawkins will not notice it on his own, someone has to point it out to him.

- This will lead to him gradually getting memories back.

- Will be with Killer throughout the process, and has to happen during the alliance.

Wire: Click

- It just happens

- His presence/memory is constantly present, and often makes itself known.

Shachi: Realization

- Cannot be one of the firsts, and if Shachi is, then everyone fallows.

- Only comes when he realizes that he knows nothing about Penguin

- Can only happen after two years

- Otherwise Shachi will just write it off

Children left:

Useless: Immediately

- Before Kid lost his memories, he took Useless to Dragon.

- Has met Robin, but no one knows who he is.

Kay: One year

- Stayed for one more year, but left because he wanted to work on his machines.

- Has become well known, and even got a bounty with no picture.

- Will have shown up on Wano briefly, but is on Egghead where his daughter is.

Dino: Three years

- Only left because it got too much, and went straight to Penguin to get fixed.

- Got turned into a doll and couldn’t move, so she stayed with the beast pirates.

- Gets to Wano before Penguin arrives

Mason: Two years

- Is out walking in a snowstorm when Killer or one of the Kid pirates find him.

- Would have stayed, but he needed to start working on getting Kid and Killer back.

Record: Two years or Three years

- Depending on weather or not Mason is with the Kid Pirates depends on when she gets out.

- If Mason isn’t with the Kid pirates then she gets out in two years

- If Mason is with the Kid pirates then she will get out in three years.

Kiza: Last

- Kiza will be the last to go, despite everyone’s protest

Alen: Three years

- Will be on punk hazard if he does leave in three years.

- He won’t be alone, the children will be with him (Laika and Alemer)

- The straw hats that don’t know will think Robin is his mother. (Luffy, Franky, Brook, and Jinbe are the ones that know)

- When Alen explains what his other dad is like those straw hats are skeptical to think it’s Sanji

Vanessa: Copy cat

- Mostly shows up when there is a copycat

- Usually it’s when she’s being copied.

These aren’t all the notes, I’ve got an entire other post for anything that happened in/during the facility. I’m also not done with the notes in general so some stuff is going to be incomplete.

Other notes posted:

[azsazz]

About Last Night

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Req from @noteonthepolaroidpicture : all of the baby bats either in velaris or in some other court (maybe autumn n they’re older along with Maude or something) plan to sneak out and go to Rita’s (or some bar in another court) and baz is very much ‘they cannot catch all of us’ and of course they all get caught but it’s a very admirable effort by them. And Knox is very much ‘I told you’

Warnings: Creepy guy hitting on Zuzu and Asteria, drinking, partying, mentions of blood.

Word Count: 5,211

Notes: A little taste of the older bat babies a lot of you have been wanting. Enjoy! 🥰

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“Look Giddy, I know you want to see your girlfriend and all that, but if we get caught, we’re in deep shit,” Wren argues, a stern look on his face and arms crossed tightly over his puffed out chest, trying to seem like he’s the one in charge.

He isn’t.

“If we get caught,” Gideon defends, before adding as an afterthought, eyebrows furrowed, “And she’s not my girlfriend.”

He rolls his eyes at all of the knowing looks his sisters and cousins give him at that little statement, cheeks tingeing red in betrayal.

“Besides,” he brushes off, coming around to Baz’s side. He slings an arm over his cousin's shoulders, an easy grin replacing the frown he’d just been wearing, knowing the younger male will be the easiest to convince to agree to his antics, “If we don’t go, we’ll have no cool stories to share when we’re older.”

Wren's mouth parts, another protest on the tip of his tongue but Gideon’s quick to cut him off, “And, if you don’t think that our parents are guilty of sneaking off you’re only playing yourself, Wrennie.”

The latter cringes at the use of his childhood nickname, sharing a look with Nyx.

“You’re not talking about a different bar Giddy, you’re talking about a whole different court,” Sif wrinkles her nose at her older brother, and Castor agrees.

“And one in Autumn.”

“Fine,” Gideon responds breezily, but the rest of his family knows he’s not about to let this crazy idea go. “Stay here. Go to the same hole-in-the-wall our parents have been going to for centuries. Baz and I will go. Right Bazzy?”

Wren's younger brother takes a moment, looking around the circle at each of his own siblings. Wren, with his wide eyes, pleading with him silently not to agree. Zuzu, looking as bored as ever, giggling with Asteria over some male she’d seen in Summer. Jax is as stoic as always, but that pinch in Baz’s gut tells him that his younger brother could use the excitement.

And the twins. Malos, who’s picking the dirt from under her nails with the curved tip of her most precious blade, smirking while Knox speaks into her mind–

The group startles as someone stumbles out the backdoor of the bar and into the alley, clearly drunk out of their mind. The bassy music and loud conversation spill from the building until the heavy door swings shut, cutting it off abruptly.

The male digs deep into his pockets, grunting as he struggles to free his hand from the tight fabric once he’s grasped whatever is so important, unaware of the eleven sets of well-trained eyes watching him, grinning triumphantly when he produces a thickly rolled snout.

He places it between his lips, bringing his free hand to the end of the joint, and with the snap of his fingers a flame flickers to life. Knox’s brows twitch while Malos’ eyes widen with intrigue at the blatant use of magic.

The male hadn't noticed the large group of young adults arguing, for they’d all gone silent in his presence, watching the drunkard struggle with his treat. He suckles at the tip of the joint, holding his breath to let the smoke leech into his lungs, before exhaling all of his worries away, white smoke curling from his mouth like the few shadows sweeping around the group protectively.

Mirthroot.

The male coughs into the crook of his arm at the strong flavor, the smoke sticking to his throat, and finally seems to realize that he’s not alone. He blinks once, twice, trying to clear the glaze from his vision.

He staggers closer to the group, not picking up on the way they all bristle, wings tucking closer to their backs with tension.

It’s Zuzu and Aster he stops next to, of course it is. They’re dressed scantily, ready to head into the bars and immediately wander off from the rest of their families in favor of prowling the dance floor for potential suitors, waiting by the bar drinkless until males and females alike send one their way.

Zuzu looks over her shoulder at the man. He’s a half head taller than her in her heels, not handsome, but not quite ugly either. So she forces her red painted lips into a sultry smile, batting her eyelashes, the face she’s mastered, one that will get her almost anything she wants from any stranger.

It works, the corner of his mouth lifts in response, gaze flicking towards Asteria who’s also smiling at him like he’s the most handsome thing they’ve ever seen, watching with round eyes as he brings the joint to his mouth for another drag, pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Two very pretty girls,” he grins, sidling up close to Zuzu. His voice is like gravel, like he’s smoked a tinge too much mirthroot tonight, “Might I have the pleasure in–”

“Yes,” Zuzu agrees immediately, plucking the joint from his grasp. The male’s mouth parts in protest but Asteria’s stepping forward, trailing a red dipped nail down his alcohol stained shirt.

“We’ll look after this while you go inside and get us some drinks,” her smile is alluring. He seems to mull it over for a second, hazy gaze drifting down to where her hand is on his chest, up to her gleaming violet gaze and then over to Zuzu, who has his joint hanging limply between her clawed fingernails.

He agrees then, stumbling back a step as he rushes to get the pretty females their drinks, calling over his shoulder in a rough slur, “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere, pretty girls!”

Malos makes a face while Castor seems awestruck at her older cousins who snicker to each other as the male gives them one last eager look before dipping back inside. They mentally take notes at how easy Zuzu and Aster have made it look.

The males of the group relax slightly now that the male has swooped inside like a knight on a mission from princesses, although, they suppose that’s nearly what they are, with their parents titles. Tension melts from their tight wings. It’s much too early for their talons to be ruffled by some asshole in the street.

“You’re not going to smoke that, right?” Nyx points disgustedly at the man's joint in Zuzu’s grasp.

She rolls her eyes, red lips curving into a wicked grin as she stubs it out on the side of the building and holds it up with sparkling eyes.

“Let’s see what this will get us in Autumn.”

“Not you too,” Wren groans, brushing a hand through his dark hair, free hand on his hip. He looks towards Jax and the twins for some sort of reinforcement, even though he’s the oldest of the six.

“Knox says we’ll get caught,” Malos provides in a bored tone, sheathing her knife and crossing her arms over her chest. She doesn’t want to burst Wren’s bubble, but a part of her is itching to go, to explore a different court.

Wren breathes a sigh of relief but it’s short lived because Baz’s mouth curls into a splitting smile. All of his siblings groan at the sight, knowing exactly what that look means.

“Anyone else care to wager how far we’ll get before mom and dad find us?”

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Maude Vanserra meets them at the border of Autumn, her younger sister and brother in tow.

She’s thrown herself into the arms of Gideon, who, despite telling his sisters and cousins that Maude is not his girlfriend, secretly is.

Juniper perks up at the sight of Sif and Castor, nearly flinging herself into a group hug with her two best friends, while Rook grows smaller under the lingering gaze Malos throws his way. The youngest has been forced out of the palace by his sisters, who, for once, actually want him to go out with them.

He’s a dashing young male, with his unruly amber hair brushed back from the glowing embers of his eyes, a crisp white shirt hanging off of his thinner frame, the first two buttons undone in haste.

He’d much rather be at home, reading strategy books or playing whatever wraith he can find in a game of chess, especially when he catches sight of Gideon and Baz, two of the loudest troublemakers in Prythian.

“C’mon,” Maude squeals, grabbing Gideon’s hand and tugging him along to the front of the group, “Let’s get this party started!”

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Chlo’s is nestled in the foxholes of the Autumn Court, a place where none of the Night Court children had been before. In fact, they're pretty sure they aren’t allowed to be in here, not because of who their parents are, but because the city reminds them of Velaris, hidden and protected from above ground.

There’s music in the streets, not dissimilar to the music found in the Night Court. Bonfires litter the foxholes as they walk, males and females alike gather around the fiery pits, dancing and drinking and laughing the night away.

Knox shakes out his wings, brushing off the uncomfort he’s feeling from being unable to see the stars in the sky, sharing a look with Jax, who looks equally as uneasy.

He’s regretting not slinking away with Malos, who never truly let herself have a night off from Spywork, their shadows whispering in his ear her whereabouts.

Even Wren has given up on complaining once they’re entered the bar.

It’s nothing like Rita’s, that had been around for ages. Chlo’s is all dipped cedar and dark pine, flanked by a pristine cafė and a rundown storefront that claims to do psychic readings. Faelights beam in colored glass jars that are swinging throughout the room like strobes. The folk music from around the bonfires disappears as the plucky strumming of the guitar and deep bass of the drums plays unabashed, the bodies of fae and creatures alike gyrating to the lust lined music.

“Now this is awesome,” Zuzu breathes, dark eyes casting around the room in wonder. She peels away from the group with Aster on her heels, mirthroot joint tucked behind a pointed ear as they beeline towards the bar, eager to try the autumnal flavored drinks.

Castor, Sif, and Juniper head for the dance floor, giggling like school girls as they slip through the crowd with ease, hands linked together like the flower children of Spring.

Even Jax seems to be feeling lighter, absorbing the would-be overwhelming emotions filling the space, had he not mastered his powers at a younger age. The air is filled with excitement, carelessness, and a hint of lust that makes his throat thick. His hazel gaze glosses over as he revels in it, mouth twitching into a blissful smile.

Nyx and Wren find them an unoccupied table, settling into the chairs with minor struggle, the wings at their backs shifting awkwardly to wrap around the backrest. Jax slips into an empty seat without complaint, looking lighter than he has in years, while Knox kicks out another with a heavy boot, flipping it around to straddle the high back of the chair, wings resting comfortably at his back.

Baz, Gideon, and Maude move towards the bars for drinks, leaving Rook standing nervously at the table full of tall winged males, clad in all black and as intimidating as the cauldron itself.

He really should’ve stayed home, the youngest Vanserra thinks as he slumps into one of the empty seats.

Knox blinks, looking around the bar with all-seeing eyes. He hasn’t called his shadows back, figures it would be safer for Malos to have them creeping along with her while she’s snooping through the Autumn Court. He sends her a mental note not to stay out too long, to which she replies immediately, Missing me already?

Dearly, sis, he replies with a roll of his eyes.

Her laughter echoes in his mind and with quick word that she’s already on her way back to meet them, she’s gone.

Knox tries to settle into his seat, but finds himself at a loss. Malos is on her way and he’s with his siblings, but the bar is nearly too dark for him to be able to sign across the long table to Wren on the other side, and he isn’t sure how to conversate with Rook, if he even knows sign language, and Jax seems to be strangely in a world of his own right now, so fiddles with the thick ring on his finger while he waits for his drink.

Wren and Nyx are in deep conversation when a tray full of drinks slams down on the table between them, held by a grinning Baz.

“You’ve got to try these,” he exclaims, handing out shots to Nyx and his brothers. Maude and Gideon follow with their own trays, pitchers of drinks and a multitude of shots line each, presumably for the rest of their party.

Wren sniffs at the glass Baz hands him. The singing smell of alcohol burns the back of his throat and the tinge of cinnamon chokes him as he swallows the dark liquor down. He makes a face, frowning up at his brother.

“What in Mother’s name is this?” Nyx asks for both of them.

Baz shrugs, clinking his glass against Gideons and Maudes who’s cups are raised in a silent toast to themselves, “I don’t know but it’s awesome, isn’t it?”

The two oldest share knowing looks, well aware not to trust what Baz suggests because it’s most likely the thing that will get them in trouble.

Rook takes his like a pro, slamming the empty glass onto the table and quickly reaching for another. His pale, freckled cheeks have a rosy blush to them from just the first drink, and all of a sudden the first few undone buttons of his shirt don’t seem like they weren’t clasped because he was rushing, but now seems purposeful as his shoulders loosen with the alcohol.

The drink turns out to be some sort of cinnamon moonshine Maude had told them would put them on their asses when they’d each eagerly reached out for a second shot.

Jax forgoes the liquor, opening his senses more and more, letting the happiness and fun wash over him, loosening his tight shoulders. He turns to speak to his youngest brother, catching the prick of discomfort he feels when his eyes lock on a pretty female slinking through the crowd.

His mouth goes dry at the sight of her and he’s quickly mumbling to the youngest as he slides from his chair, “Be right back.”

Knox puffs out a silent breath as he watches his brother go, slinking through the writhing bodies with the stealth of a snake. He sits up in his chair, trying to follow Jax’s path but he loses him quick enough, slumping down, fingering the rim of his glass.

His dark eyes cut to the clock behind the bar, taking note of the time. He knows that their father is going to catch them, there’s a guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach that says so, but even so, it’s nice to see Gideon with his girl, his siblings letting loose.

If only he himself could do the same.

Rook looks as bored as he is, tipping back on the two hind legs of his chair, a drink clasped close to his chest as he watches with sharp eyes both the party members and the crowd around. Knox watches intently as the youngest male does so, the gleam of his golden necklace catches in the bouncing faelight but the shadowsinger can’t quite make out the shape of it.

He averts his attention before he gets caught.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Malos stalks into the bar thirty minutes later, her itch to spy around the Autumn Court unfulfilled.

She’d wanted to find out more about the shadow hounds she’s heard so much about, looking to try and lure one out with her own shadows, but hadn’t caught sight of one of the protected animals of the Court.

She pushes through the bodies without a care, and no one dares call her out for her actions once they see her glower, the massive wings and fighting leathers. They don’t even know about the numerous weapons sheathed within them.

She almost wants one of them to bite back at her, stir up some trouble. Preferably someone at least twice her size or with a knack for fighting. 

She feels up for a little challenge.

But no one does, not even her older sister when she brushes through her and Aster, her shadows trailing her like obedient dogs.

Zuzu tugs on her hand but it’s not a fight she wants, laughing tipsily as she tries to get Malos to dance with her.

A smile tugs at the corner of Malos’ mouth, all she will allow before she’s twisting Zuzu into a spin, twirling her right into Aster’s arms. The pair spill into a fit of giggles before deciding to get another drink.

The younger sister takes the unoccupied spot next to Knox, scooping up an abandoned shot and knocking it back like it’s nothing. It’s sweet, the taste of cinnamon coats the back of her throat like syrup and she grimaces at the taste.

Not even her Aunt Nesta would drink this shit.

She doesn’t even get a chance to speak to her twin before Nyx is sliding into Jax’s empty seat, slinging an arm over her shoulders with an easy grin on his face.

Malos blushes at the contact, trying to shove the older male off of her. The heir doesn't budge, just plants a wet kiss to her cheek and beams, holding up another drink for her to take.

“Where’ve you been?” Nyx asks loudly–knowingly–in her ear.

She cringes away on instinct, glaring at the sly look on her twin's face, who blanches under her gaze, smartly averting his gaze to try and catch a glimpse of Jax.

She can smell the liquor on his breath. It’s hard not to, with all of the empty glasses littering the table. He’s faring better than Baz and Gideon though, who have their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders, drunkenly serenading Maude and Wren, who are only encouraging it.

“Around,” she replies smoothly, voice even like her father taught her.

If she’s going to be Nyx’s spymaster some day, she’ll have to keep practicing.

“You need to catch up,” is all he replies, cheersing his glass against hers.

Reluctantly, Malos takes the drink, glancing at Knox on the other side of her.

How much longer?

Should be any minute now, he replies, arms crossed as he leans on the tall back of the backwards chair, looking as relaxed as ever for someone who’s awaiting the downfall of their plan.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Baz should’ve seen it coming, he really should have.

But he’s having too much fun in the Autumn Court, with their fast-paced music, whimsical drinks, drunk and partying with all of his family. It’s everything he wanted tonight and more; dancing with the girls, trying to out drink his brothers.

His shadows are hissing in his ears but the bass is too loud and he’s not focused, can’t quite hear the urgency over the fun that he’s having. He bats them away when they ruin one of his toasts, and Rook nearly topples out of his seat when they skitter his way.

Three things happen all at once.

One. 

The shadows beneath the table awaken, shifting and slithering around each of the Night Court children’s ankles and pulling tight, chaining their legs to the ground.

They startle, sharing wide eyed looks between each other and harsh swallows of guilt, knowing they’re in deep shit.

Two. 

Sif and Juniper’s beaming smiles drop, looks of terror replacing them as they catch sight of the bulky figure striding for them. The crowd parts easily, some grumbling about how the night is going to turn chaotic from the sight of those broad wings, some sneering at the Night Court females.

Castor hasn’t noticed, back to the looming male. She’s having fun, buzzing from the spiced cider she’s had and dancing wildly to make her sister and Juniper laugh. Her eyes are shut tightly, grin stretching across her face so hard her cheeks ache, until she runs into the brick wall of the male at her back.

She spins on her heel, ready to tell them off but her mouth goes slack as she stares wide-eyed up at him, a firm frown on his face.

“Dad?”

Three.

A shadow crawls over the shoulders of the two females at the bar, drinking in the attention from a group of fit fae males while they await their cocktails of choice.

If they had been paying more attention they would’ve felt the rippling power throughout the nightclub, seen the fae lights flickering overhead.

They share a quick look and a low curse, before Zuzu and Aster paint on their most innocent faces as they turn towards the crow of darkness standing at their backs.

The High Lord of the Night Court stands behind them, arms crossed over his chest, a disappointed look on his face. Rhys has even put on one of his most extravagant crowns for the occasion, dark painted iron and gleaming onyx gems that drink in all of the light.

The young warriors surrounding them cower under the harsh violet gaze of the High Lord, slowly backing away in hopes he won’t notice.

“Let’s go,” he growls, grabbing each female by their wrists and winnowing away into nothingness.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

“Knox wins, again,” Malos mutters, crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes.

They’d all been dragged back to the Night Court without a word from their fathers, and now they’re all standing in a line before them, mothers and fathers furious with them for their actions.

Her twin looks down the line of siblings and cousins, a smirk on his face that clearly states ‘I told you so,’ but when his fathers withering glare turns his way he ducks down bashfully, shrugging in defense, signing a lame ‘I’m sorry,’ that he knows will do nothing to get him out of trouble.

“This isn’t something to be won,” Rhysand scolds. His heart hasn’t stopped racing since he’d learnt of his children’s venture to the Autumn Court. And while Beron was no longer an issue at hand, there are many other things that could’ve happened had he showed up any later. “This isn’t some game!”

Rarely have they seen the High Lord like this. Once, when they’d ruined a High Lords meeting by releasing a young snowcat they’d found roaming outside during their snowball fight in Winter, and the other, when they’d all banded together when they were young, trying to steal a slice of the enormous Starfall cake before dinner. The entire table had fallen to the ground, destroying all of the desserts in front of the entire party. They were sent to bed early that night.

Azriel hasn’t spoken. He’s absolutely fuming at what the children have done. A part of him feels so stupid, his shadows screeching in his ears hadn’t been enough to wake him from his deep slumber, after having taken you three times since arriving back from a long trip to the Steppes.

His children had done well in choosing tonight to sneak out, he had to give them that.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do with them. Interrogate them all separately like he used to do when they were younger, though he knows that his children had learned some of his ways and have most likely made up a story to all tell their parents.

On the other hand, it’s quite obvious who the masterminds behind the plan are.

But Cassian asks anyway, slipping easily into the voice he uses when he’s commanding an army, “Who did it?”

For a moment, none of their children move. There isn’t a twitch of a hand, a flicker of a gaze to point out the culprit. 

At least, not until Rhysand and Azriel let their power leech a little.

That would always get them to break.

The rest of the children flinch, frantically pointing at Baz and Giddy, who sway in their spots, though they’ve seemed to sober up tremendously since getting caught, knowing they’re in deep shit.

They seem to realize at the same time that they are pointing at each other, frowning and protesting at the same time, “Hey!”

“Basil, Gideon, stay put,” Rhys’ tone is fierce, a pointed look pinning the two young males to their spots, “The rest of you, get out of my sight.”

None of the other children dare to respond other than quickly filing from the room with you, Feyre, and Nesta on their heels.

Azriel studies his son intently. His eyes are glossed over, cast downwards to the floor because he knows he’s in trouble. There’s a leaf shaped shot glass tied around his neck and Azriel can smell the stink of moonshine from where he stands.

Gideon isn’t much better off. Mouth bruised and neck littered with love bites from the eldest of the Vanserra daughters. His hair is a disheveled mess and his shirt is rumpled.

They look utterly guilty.

Rhys takes the lead. He’s acting as High Lord first instead of concerned father and uncle, since this incident is a multi court disaster, and he knows his brothers are too infuriated with their sons to speak right now.

“Do you know how much danger you could’ve put everyone in?” Rhys asks, violet gaze unwavering, “I had to send a raven for permission to retrieve you all.” He’s disgusted, they can tell. Baz can hardly look at his father, for fear of the utter disappointment he’ll see.

Gideon opens his mouth to respond but Cassian is quick to silence him, “I don’t want to hear it, Gideon. This is the most foolish thing you’ve ever done! And putting your sisters into that kind of danger all for a female? What were you thinking?”

His son shrugs, biting his tongue because he wants to yell back that Maude isn’t just some female. Baz tries, “But we had Wren and Nyx with us! And Malos and Knox! And Jax! We’re all trained, we know how to defend ourselves!”

He doesn’t know what’s worse. The fact that Azriel responds with an icy calmness, when Baz wishes he would raise his voice and scream at him, or the fact that of course, his father is right.

“That’s not the point, Basil. You may know how to defend yourselves, but in a different court, should something have happened, it would not be so easy to help you out of it.”

The shadowsinger’s frozen with anger, with fear. He’s immediately brought back to his childhood, when he was locked away from the rest of the world. If his children had been seized and locked away like he was…he can’t even think about it, the churning in his stomach is enough. His mind is racing a thousand miles a minute, and hasn't calmed since getting all of the children back to safety in the Night Court. 

He’s afraid he’s losing his mind.

A gentle thrum vibrates in his chest, like a purr. You, calling out to him through the bond, sensing and sharing his fears, but trying to be supportive in the only way you know how while you’re in separate rooms.

He eases only slightly.

“Your brothers and sisters are not spymasters yet, you should remember that,” each word tastes like acid, he hates the fact that he even needs to be having this conversation.

Baz’s shadows pick up on the well-hidden emotions of his father and his throat goes thick with emotion.

“Dad–”

“Enough, Basil,” Azriel raises a hand in response, shaking his head slightly, “Hear your punishment with no complaints. Then, we are going home.”

“Yes, sir,” he mumbles, cheeks burning with shame as he steps back next to Gideon to await his punishment.

Rhys looks back and forth between them, trying to decide a punishment worthy of sneaking out the court. He knows that Gideon is a young male in love for the first time, and his heart squeezes in his chest at the thought of what he was like when he was young and in love.

And Baz…he knows Baz means well, that he wants to please his siblings, wants them to have a fun time no matter what they are doing. He has much to learn, if he ever wishes to be as good a spymaster as his father or warrior like his uncle.

“Gideon,” Rhys starts and the older of the two looks up, ready to accept his punishment, “You’re to help Aunt Elain out in the gardens. You’ll be–”

“But what about my allergies?” he protests loudly. A harsh look from Cassian shuts him up, huffing quietly, “Yes, High Lord.”

“Basil,” Rhysand turns to his other nephew, “You’re going to spend one hour a day with Bryaxis.”

Baz’s mouth drops open in shock. He glances to his father whose eyes have widened only slightly, before they get that familiar gleam, and he knows he’s speaking to his High Lord.

You can’t put him down there, Azriel hisses to his brother.

And why not? Rhys’ brows twitch but he doesn’t avert his gaze from his nephews.

This is Baz we’re talking about. Baz and Bryaxis? I can’t even imagine the kind of friendship my son will have with the beast…what kind of trouble they’d get into.

Shit, you’re right, Rhysand agrees, before amending his punishment, “I’ve changed my mind. Baz, you will be bringing Amren her dinner for the next two months.”

“Fuck me truly,” Baz mutters under his breath because she’s a way scarier beast than the monster in the library is.

Gideon can’t help but to be relieved with his punishment, mild compared to his cousins. He’ll take an itchy nose over having to take blood to Aunt Amren anyway.

“And the both of you are on doubles for training until your father’s deem you sorry enough to stop,” his violet eyes cut to Cassian’s, then Azriel’s, a hint of amusement glimmers there before he finishes addressing the young males, “Starting this morning. At first light, which is now only an hour away. Rest up.”

They are definitely going to make their son’s hangovers a living hell.

Baz bites back a groan, shoving Gideon when the older boy starts for the door. He stumbles and throws a glare over his shoulder at his cousin, but chooses not to say anything because the entire thing was his idea and Baz hadn’t ratted him out, even though he easily could’ve.

“And one more thing,” Rhysand calls after them, and they turn slowly, a bad feeling settling in the pits of their stomachs. 

“You’ll be walking the stairs in the House of Wind, right now.”

“Try not to be too late for training, boys,” Cassian adds, siphons flickering with his words.

He owes Baz big time.

[ecchs]

Full Name: Echo Jennifer Galaeus

Nicknames: Echs, Coco (don't fucking dare)

Pronouns and Gender: She/Her, Cis woman

Age: 36

Birth place: Baton Rouge, Lousiana

How long have they been in town?: 15 years

Sexuality: Bisexual

Housing: Aurora Bay Drive

Occupation: Owner @ Titanium Gym

@aurorabayaesthetic

THE LIFE IN BULLETPOINTS.

hailing from the great city of baton rouge, louisiana, echo was the eldest daughter of rick & josett galaeus - a former bounty hunter and a beauty pageant director

most of her childhood was spent primping and prepping to become miss usa -- a title that her mother desperately wanted to claim for her own, failed miserably, only to thrust her first born daughter into the limelight as soon as she could walk on a stage

for the most part, her childhood was miserable. every time she wanted to go off with her father, her mother would be determined to drag her kicking and screaming through the tropes of what is ladylike and etiquette-approved. meanwhile this often backfired in school, as echo had a tendency to get into fist fights and acting out throughout her school career

much of her time was spent on the road traveling tri-state for pageants under the management of her mother, winning little miss titles as she grew up

eventually her mother fell pregnant and had her little sibling, davis, who ended up becoming echo's semi-adopted child considering echo would end up being the one parenting her younger sibling. davis is, quite frankly, echo's entire world.

tw emotional abuse: because she wanted to shield davis from their mother's insistence and emotional abuse, echo would continue into teen miss competitions well into her high school career and eventually drop out to pursue Miss Louisiana once she was 18

she would go on to win several titles, and was supposed to be on the trajectory of Miss USA - the exact dream her mother always had

echo, however, chose to backfire this plan by cursing out the judges and created a viral moment that haunts her to this day, effectively ending her beauty queen career

taking the $$$ and running, in her mid-20s, echo wound up finding a home in aurora bay. she bought a rather expensive house in aurora bay drive, used said money to open the gym of her dreams, and never looked back since

she's since paid for her sibling's nursing career at duke university and continues to give money back to the community annually. although she does a lot of good deeds, no one would ever classify echo as charitable or kind - the opposite, actually. she tends to draw unruly behavior and oftentimes finds herself back in the same drama that has dragged like a ball and chain since she was fists clenched as a child

PERSONALITY.

+ disciplined, loyal, determined

- truculent, abrasive, relentless

BONUS ROUND.

knows how to twirl a baton. will throw one at you if you ask her to do it.

passionate about the die hard film franchise

is aware her name is a little insane when you consider jennifer is her middle name

has an affinity for barrel cheese balls

once landed a role on law & order: svu and bombed the guest spot

has a chonky ginger cat (kramer) & an elderly shih tzu (zoe) that she rescued while living in aurora bay

has a very thick southern drawl (no i will not be writing it)

has an issue where, if she sleeps with someone, it will be like a stage five clinger curse - aka she falls in love pretty fast after getting physical, so she avoids relationships and intimacy like the plague

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

made-up enemy / loyal patron / accidental hook up - santiago de leon

former 'college' friend - ben hyun

stress shamwow / camping buddy - caleb majhi

old friend / gossip buddy - van gable

mentor / older sister vibes - cricket campbell

business connection - angel rojas

boss of @ titanium gym - baz howlett

titanium gym member / friend - gideon green

acquaintance / friend - mei huang

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friendly.

lousiana childhood friends / family friends / employees at titanium gym / ride or dies / older friend good influences / younger friends that she takes care of / friends in general / drinking buddies / new friends / positive influences

romantic

ex-flings / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / the one that got away / flirtationships

antagonistic.

enemies (i can imagine she has a lot lol oops) / people who are not a fan of her in general / former friends / frenemies / exes on bad terms / rivals / negative influences

[carryonprompts]

Simon and Baz play with sidewalk chalk. Maybe Simon had shit experiences with sidewalk chalk in care homes, and Baz wants to help Simon make better memories, especially since he has lots of experience with sidewalk chalk from having four younger siblings.

New Carry On prompt!

[goldhymn]

hellooo, it's milk again, here with my second muse on offer: bastien herrera, or just baz, a sunshiney golden retriever boi with the poetically troubled soul of an artist.

╰   *    ꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀froy gutierrez.   twenty-four.   cis man.   he/him.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱        hold your f*** horses !   bastien herrera  has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the   bassist   in   sleepy city riot   and have been signed with the label for   three months.   they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at   @BAUHAU5.  fans know them for being   overexcitable  but i swear they’ve got an   attentive   side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with   copic marker doodles on dusty sneakers, coffeeshop receipts folded into origami frogs, waking up at noon and having ice cream for lunch.   stan twitter even voted them most likely to   respond to texts with only emojis or blurry selfies.   we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

╰   *   statistics.

full name : bastien felipe herrera vargas. nicknames : baz, or whatever you’d like. age : twenty-four. date of birth : december 11, 1998. place of birth : [ undecided, to be discussed with band members. ] gender : cis man (he/him). orientation : bisexual. occupation : bass guitarist for sleepy city riot.

╰   *   backstory.

bastien doesn’t come from a particularly musical background. growing up, he was really more of an artsy kid — the kind with paint-stained fingertips and crosshatch doodles in his notebooks; who hung out at art supply stores after school and bought pens and watercolours just because they were pretty. he picked up a bass for the first time in middle school and learned to sing for a girl he had a crush on, and he only continued with it on account of his more musically-inclined childhood friends deciding to start a lil band in high school. and while these days he does love making music and being with his bandmates more than anything, bastien has a sort of lingering impostor syndrome about it — like he’s only here because his friends are the talented ones, and he’s just lucky enough to come along for the ride. the source of that feeling probably comes from the fact that he couldn’t hack it at art school. it was always his passion, and getting into a good college out of state for it, despite his somewhat poor grades, was a dream come true — but three semesters in, he just… couldn’t do it anymore. classes were hard. fitting in was hard. being away from home was hard. the stress and anxiety led to him dropping out before the end of his first year, after which he just… went home. drifted around. babysat his younger siblings. worked a bunch of part-time jobs (including as a barista, a climbing gym attendant, a waiter, a flyer distributor and a stationery shop clerk). for all his insecurities, however, bastien’s always projected a soft sort of confidence: bright like sunshine and just as warm, incurably friendly and openly affectionate. while he does still have some “bummer feelings” (as he puts it) about being a college dropout, it’s easy for him to put it aside most days, especially if he has other things to focus on. most of the time, that’s the people around him — bastien’s an extrovert who feels most comfortable when he’s surrounded by his favourite human beings, and he tends to follow them around with all the eager adoration of an energetic puppy. so when his childhood friends eventually filtered on back home from their respective post-high school plans, he jumped at the opportunity to bring them all together again. and when the idea of starting up the band again began floating around, he didn’t really have any reservations. pursuing it seriously hadn’t really been the goal, then — it was just something fun for them all to do; go to open mics and play a few gigs as a fun thing to do together, just like when they were kids. he ended up taking it so much more seriously this time around, though. maybe it was because he didn’t want to feel like the weak link. or maybe it was because he hadn’t realised how much he still needed a creative outlet after he’d started setting art aside. but the bass — and the band — quickly became a prominent part of his life in the three years that soon came and went. …and when those three years culminated in a signed record deal with revolution? well, just maybe, it felt like a second chance for him to do this whole ‘growing up’ thing right. 

╰   *   headcanons.

bilingual, and fluent in both spanish and english. not the best speller in either, though. expect errors even in work emails or public social media posts.

bad at texting in general tbh. typing out full words?? worrying about spelling and punctuation?? nah bruh. you’re getting a string of barely comprehensible emojis or a badly-cropped selfie of him giving you a thumbs up. 

big on bouldering. it’s his preferred physical activity, and one of his favourite methods to burn off steam or distract himself when overly stressed or restless.

speaking of — he very much has a tendency to get restless. he’s a fidgety sort, always bouncing a leg or fiddling with something on his hands. try to hold one limb down and a different one starts vibrating. 

oldest of five kids, and so despite his carefree, almost careless disposition, he does also have a bit of a “big brother” vibe. protective. playful. an instinctive caregiver, and a lot more diligent/gentle about it than you might think.

he got himself his first apartment after sleepy city riot signed with revolution records, though he still visits his parents’ home often. known for having a “plant of the week” because he likes the idea of houseplants but can’t seem to keep them alive.

not the tallest boy at 5’8”, but his build and confident oddball charm have a tendency to make people assume he’s bigger than he is when they first see him in photos. 

despite having set art aside on the professional scale, bastien still can’t quite separate himself from it. he doodles all the time (on napkins, on music sheets, on his shoes). his bass guitar is heavily sticker-bombed. he folds origami animals and then sneaks them in his friends’ pockets. he hasn’t felt brave enough to touch a canvas in years, but he’ll always have a lil bit of an artsy streak. 

has a driver’s license, but has historically preferred to take public transport or to bike (he has a fixie he pretty much rides everywhere). the band’s growing fame and recognition hasn’t yet been an issue for him in this.

according to social media and the opinion of the general public, baz is a massive himbo. between the golden retriever energy and the obvious lack of academic interest, it’s not a hard label to stick on him. and sure, he may not be the sharpest knife in the… place where you keep the knives, and he may be beefier than your average bass player on account of the climbing, and he’s goofy and overexcitable and clumsy with words, but… hm. there was supposed to be a point in here somewhere.

far-sighted, so he has reading glasses (that he doesn’t often use, because he doesn’t often read…). the font size on his phone is also comically big because he has to hold it over a foot away to see anything on it.

╰   *   wanted connections.

friends. his bandmates obviously fall under this category, first and foremost, but baz is a naturally friendly person who seeks out the company of others, and so friends (or at the very least, people he considers to be his friends; their own opinions may vary) come easy to him. he's a highly affectionate and expressive sort, if a bit flighty, and is very likely to claim someone he met two seconds ago is his new favourite person.

celebrity crush. another person in the industry, possibly of greater fame, that bastien is just head-over-heels starstruck for. maybe they're a fellow bassist, or maybe they're part of a genre so far removed from scr's yet he can't help but swoon over them anyway. he's very likely to be drawn to people with incredible presence, both on-stage and off, and will display his usual over-the-top energy with an extra dose of fumbling over his words and his footing around them.

sibling-like relationship. gimme that sweet sweet sibling dynamic!! baz, as the eldest in a family of five kids, has spent a great deal of time being a responsible big brother when needed, and would happily adopt that role with others. that said, i think it could also be really sweet if he found someone that likes to treat him like their younger brother, and exasperatedly puts up with him being playful and childish while still being a lil endeared and protective toward him. bickering optional, but adored.

mutual confidant. baz prefers to be the light-hearted one in any given social circle, but it'd be nice (and intimately valued) if he had someone he wasn't afraid to be sincere and vulnerable and real with that goes both ways.

publicity stunt. fake relationships/feuds/whatever that's meant to be mutually beneficial in some way?? baz isn't very good at keeping up a front though, and if the dynamic between him and the person is very different in the public eye than it is out of it, things will either fall apart or lines will get blurred real quick.

misc. fellow bass players he can trade tips with (or just fawn over and admire); maybe a mentor of some kind (in the industry, in life afksdl); exes (on good or bad terms, the latter with the caveat that baz actively tries way too hard to make it be on good terms regardless); friends with benefits (he likes flirting and casual hook-ups but prefers it to be with people whose company he knows he enjoys beyond sex); people he's known since he was younger?

[howlettbaz]

Full Name: Baz Howlett.

Nicknames: Baz.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male.

Birth place: Seattle, Washington.

How long have they been in town?: His whole life.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Swindelbrook St. Apartments.

Occupation: Mechanic.

Family: 1 younger sibling.

tws for death, violence, crime

QUICK OVERVIEW:

Ghoulish grown man that stemmed from being a tearaway teen, yup yup.

Fell into a bad crowd in high school and got involved in some dodgy ass business. Very much was and still is a big fan of quick cash. Would be the perfect mark for being recruited for an MLM if he didn't lack patience the way he does.

Not a violent guy by any means but he def got a little too big for his boots when money started  rolling in and pissed off the wrong people.

Joyriding since before he could even drive properly, was the fastest fucker when it came to stripping cars for parts which is why when he ended up going straight being a mechanic was about the only thing he could think to do that didn’t make him want to die of boredom. Though when he actually has to do his job, he does find himself veering pretty close.

Broke his mothers heart several times over with his life choices and his attitude and his dad always likes to remind him that thats what killed her (more aptly it was a stroke, but that doesn't mean those words still don't land).

Was the sole person with his best friend when he was killed over a drug dispute that went from an argument to a shooting and took off when he heard sirens. Never disclosed that to anyone and never got over it either.

Still wonders if he could have done something more that night to actually save him - kinda shut down for a long time over that, has done absolutely fuck all to process it really. Carrying that around still feels as real for him as helping carry the coffin at the funeral.

Very much uncomfortable with everything about himself and his life, most likely hasn't felt genuine joy in years.

Suffers from a terminal case of seeming out of place and disinterested.

If he cares then he cares but he’s just not the best at making that translate.

Got married on a whim during a two week stint of trying to live life to the max and is still trying to finalise that divorce.

PERSONALITY.

+ innovative, independent, methodical.

- disrespectful, selfish, untrustworthy.

FUN ADJACENT FACTS.

Swindelbrook St. Apartments anti even though he lives there, can’t stand the ruckus that’s always being caused by the 20 somethings that live there.

Drives a shitty car, especially for a mechanic, but he spends way too much time under the hood of everyone else’s to get caught up in that.

Thinks Grace and Frankie is the greatest show ever made. Jane Fonda stan for life.

Online menace!!!! Has a number of burner accounts on twitter so he can harass local politicians and dox Karens who've pissed him off at the garage.

Veers close to online identity theft at time if he really doesn't like someone because he'll make a burner with their name and image and start tweeting a stream of consciousness that usually gets him a fact check warning of a suspension.

Not materialistic but does wish he had a lawn so he could tell you to get off it.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

roommate of @murphyaltman

cousin of @zerolawrence

personal jigsaw the puppet on a tricycle to @thaddtilly

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

his (soon-to-be) former ex-wife. this would need heavy plotting, but could be fun to play out the disintegration of the dynamic/dissolution of the marriage!

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommate / tbh anyone who can put up with him for longer than 5 mins.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes from his early twenties / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / people he's fought with online / people he's fought with in real life / people who simply fon't fuck with him.