#I usually don’t like talking about my ocs with people I know in real life and I can’t really explain why

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

🎉 Thank You for 10k+ Followers!! 🎉

A big thank you goes out to @cozymochi for this beautiful celebratory commissioned artwork for this major milestone ✨ It really captures the scope of all the content that had been put out in the last 4+ years—both in terms of official Twst materials and on this blog! I think it’s very fitting that we hit this milestone in the month of Halloween too (I just held off on posting this til the month after); it’s Twst’s biggest holiday of the year, so it’s twice the cause for celebration!!

A lot has happened over the course of my time in this fandom. I’ve written many things of course, but I’ve also had many other exciting opportunities! I’ve been interviewed for a paper, met many cool people from all over the world, attended Twst meetups + events, collaborated with other talented creators, received kind gifts, contributed to various fandom projects, and finished telling the origins of my Twst OC. This blog has been with me through a lot of major changes and difficult hurdles in my life too—it’s really been an anchor for me, a comforting and safe space for me to be creative or analytical whenever I want to be.

When I first started this blog as a very casual hobby in summer of 2020, I never even considered that it would balloon to this extent. It still doesn’t feel totally real to me 😭 I don’t usually fixate on numbers (they make me anxious), but looking back on it, 10k is a LOT, and 4 years is a long time. To put that in perspective, if we were in Twisted Wonderland for 4 years then all of the students we’ve come to know and love would have graduated by now. That’s crazy to me. We’ve come so far as a group.

I feel that a large part of fandom is the community that comes with it. I would have found it so challenging to stick with Twst had I not had so many great people keeping me engaged with it. I’d now like to take a moment to thank those folks. Keeping in line with the idea of “4 years”, think of these as little messages scrawled in a yearbook. I also have a blog event planned to celebrate! More on that later.

Please note that I’ve used pseudonyms for most of the following people, as I’d like to respect their privacy (I’m very private myself) + not all of them are comfortable with being explicitly named or tagged to a large crowd. You’ll know who you are if you see yourself on here.

Without further ado:

MSS — Thank you for being the first Twst space I felt truly a part of. It’s still the place I consider my fandom “home” beyond this blog.

April — Thank you for making MSS as a place for us to share! We’re tsunderes in solidarity.

Drinking Knight — The banners wouldn’t exist without your help. Thanks for getting the ball rolling on those; I’d like to think that I’m a little more confident in designing new ones myself now, but you were the start of it all. Your endless enthusiasm for the most insane otome boys, drinks, and bullying (positive) others is truly an inspiration.

Q. Opinionated — Can’t count the number of times you ran tech support for me 💀 Thanks so much for being patient and willing to laugh at a stupid situation. I WILL grip you (escape is not an option) 🤲

Dad with his Printer — Why are you so cheeky My unofficial proofreader and fact checker. Still treasure the teeny J word and coffin magnets you sent, and, even more valuable than those, the bad dad jokes/puns advice and wisdom you give. Wishing you luck on your art adventure.

A. Cider — An unexpected friend I met very late into the fandom and happened to run into irl by total coincidence. Funny how life works. Your shitposts are great, and I appreciate having a like-minded person to talk with about the J words and story critiques. I’d also like to thank you for the many little doodles you’ve made; I know you’re very busy and have a wife to tend to at home but I appreciate that you still make time for friends.

Hana — Extroverted pink-haired magical girl representation. Your bubbly love for Disney, Diasomnia, singing, and (yes) angst lights up the entire room. Maybe you’re not too confident with yourself are right now, but I know you’ll find your way.

Swan — For being quick on the uptake and giving me the heads up about various things! We may not talk much one-on-one, but I’m thinking of you and enjoy seeing you pitch into the conversation. You’re still banned for L*ona posting though/j

Ly — My secret French twin/j Thanks for being my cultural + equine advisor and a voice of (salty) reason. Never shut up about your hyperfixations! You’re a real one.

Oys — Enabler + encourager of my Yan!Sil delusions. Sorry for making your blood pressure spike every time we talk about our food takes. But hey, at least we get a good laugh out of it :))

Mac and Bean — For being my inspirations. Bean, you have such atmospheric writing. I hope my writing style can be just as magical as yours. Mac, it was your blog that first got me into starting my own Twst writing. You never stop being so, so funny also I blame you 120% for the L*ona rot.

Peaches and Cream — To my local Twst friends, thanks for keeping me company even through the hard times. Peaches, happy to be your local Twst dealer anytime. Cream, thanks for hooking me up with new books.

Salt and Flora — I don’t know where you vanished to, but the sea brought you back to me on its tides. I’m so happy we could meet again. Salt, you’re so talented at crochet and design work; get your coin 😂 Flora, you’re the sweetest person ever. Literally cottagecore personified, even in your art.

Piano — We don’t always see eye to eye, but thank you for being my serial debater and showing me new perspectives. Your open-minded theories and analyses are such fun. And, of course, it’s always hilarious to think about how we accidentally (?) swapped oshis 🤡 You’re a star.

The Anklebiter — For having the most unhinged jokes and ideas. Seriously, THE most unhinged. I never do any of the crazy things you suggest but I’m always really entertained from just hearing them.

Te, Mi, and Ro — Thanks for organizing local events and giving me an excuse to touch grass. It’s a lot of hard work and you guys manage to pull it off every time! Mi, I was flattered to have you reach out to me to help a little with the Tweel cupsleeve event. Happy to help anytime! Te, I remember you were cosplaying as Kalim when we first met and I kept thinking about how perfectly suited you are for the role. You were very friendly and made such an effort to include everyone in the event even when I was Idia-ing in the corner. To this day, you continue to spontaneously introduce me to new people 😂 Thanks for getting me put of my comfort zone. Ro, I didn’t think we’d meet again like this. Small world! You’re learning and improving the big events. Here’s hoping to many more!

Vic — For being Ace Trappola when very few others would. It’s refreshing to have someone tell it like it is. I wish I could be as bold and as honest as you are sometimes. You have such a big heart when it comes to the characters you love; it makes me want to adore them like you do too 🫶

Kana — For being so sweet and patient. You helped me through so many rough patches and have also contributed a lot to the look of the blog. It’s so fun gushing with you about magical girls and pretty boys, sharing our favorite shows and movies… I feel as though I’ve made a lifelong friend.

Zari — Thank you for charms and art book, big fan of your stuff 😭 So honored to have worked with you on projects too. I hope to see a lot more of your Yuu and other OCs around, I love following them ^^

Lala — You understand, encourage, and validate my weird tastes in fictional men 💕 Really admire your sense of fashion and stylish nails too. Whenever I have my shrimp apron on, I think of you.

Arisu — No longer in the Twst fandom but integral in the earliest days. Wherever you are now, I wish you nothing but happiness.

P-san — You’re a lifesaver!! Thank you so much for helping me find cute little outfits and accessories for my plushies… They are forever grateful to be properly clothed.

V, Fa, Fe, Ray, Rea, Sonny, Glimmer Group, and Incognito Crew — Thanks for being so supportive of my hyperfixation on Disney villain anime boys, even if you guys have NO clue what I’m rambling about half of the time. To V specifically 🫵 I am NOT a cat boy kisser

Mango — I didn’t know I wanted you in my life until you showed up uninvited one day and chewed your way into my heart.

Azul Ashengrotto — For being the character that first convinced me into giving this game a shot. The Little Mermaid was something I always held so dear to me, so it almost seems like destiny that you’d be the one to drag me down into Twst. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart for that, even if my feelings have changed since then.

Rook Hunt — For being there when I needed to laugh a little. It’s scary to glance over my shoulder sometimes, but you make it easier to smile as I look back.

Rollo Flamme — For letting me know that having negative feelings is normal and human, even if we don’t always cope with them in the healthiest of ways. Let’s reflect and be better together!

Leona Kingscholar — For showing me that change and personal growth is, in fact, possible. Th-This doesn’t mean I like you or anything though, so get off your high horse—

Jade Leech — For taking my hand and guiding me back on the path when I got lost in the dark. Whatever crimes you may commit in your free time, I forgive you/j

Miss Raven Crowley — The little black bird who could, the blog muse. I made you on a whim and look at where you are now… You went from a background character to the main character of your own story. So proud of you, my child 😭

Asset compilers, fan artists, fanfic writers, fan translators, cosplayers, merch makers, editors, plushie pic takers, video essayists, theorizers, etc. — You’re all so important to keeping the fandom alive, especially during periods of official content drought. It wouldn’t be feasible for me to list out all of the content creators I enjoy (chjsbsksks and it honestly might be awkward since I haven’t directly interacted with most of them), but I hope that this message still reaches you and finds you well. Keep doing your thing; I love seeing the work you put out ^^

Anyone and everyone that I’ve ever commissioned and/or received fan works from — I appreciate that you took time and energy out of your day to create something for me. There’s so much talent in the Twst fandom and I’m honored that you would dedicate some of that to a silly little birb.

You, the Readers — For supporting this blog and and what I do here! You’re an important part of my journey too.

Thank you!! Here’s to a future unknown and a page unwritten.

- The Writing Raven

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READ VERY CAREFULLY PLS!!!!! Nice and easy.. And uh, oh, hey! Well, good morning everyone! Or afternoon, or evening I guess. And Ciao! Hello! Howdy, Bonjour, Hola, Hej, and Hallo who are from France, Spain, Germany, Italy, Poland, Latin America, Philippines, Taiwan, Russia, Sweden, Mexico, Spain, and especially the United States; wherever you’re from! I'm a guy who’s a real huge cartoon fan currently seeking a cartoon fan to be my rp buddy From mascots to cartoon movies and shows, anime, video games, and much more! Despite liking so many toons, don't fret, there is also anime as well! I rp as canons mostly and I only have one oc to play for now, and my oc’s male and he’s a dog walking on two feet with clothes but depends on the fandom. Hope that doesn’t bother you, I think. Oh, and get this! I’m looking for someone who can rp as canons, especially who’s good with female characters, too. I am 19 so PLS, I am comfy with rping with those around 18+. In roleplay, I usually utilize the pov called third person, but sometimes I do the first person.

Genres I am comfortable with:

slice of life

casual comedic

fandom

Fluff

romance? (It depends, I guess)

Literacy: Semi-lit to lit, and possibly novella. One-liners aren't my thing. :p

I like to do OOC too! I’ve been rping since 2020, also.

So here are some of the fandoms as some sort of samples that you probably would see in the google document I have. If you don’t know the names, perhaps some images might help.

Fandoms:

Aggretsuko

Beastars (finally been watching it!)

Super Planet Dolan (Seriously why isn't that attracting many people? Especially the pink cat? Never ever seen her before? But, I for real miss her.)

Bojack Horseman (Who does not like this show?)

Little Dogs on the Prairie (I love that series of episodes! Have you checked it out yet? On YouTube? Ever heard of Ms. Kitty? It’s pronounced as Miss Kittaaay. She’s beautiful. And you could be her! Maybe go on YouTube so you look it up and watch it. I highly recommend this one to roleplay!)

Animal Crossing

Zorori (You know the one I am talking about! It's the one with the Fox. Just started watching it.)

Robin Hood (another fox film yes)

Blinky Bill (I think only Australians know about it. I think. Do you think you could play as Daisy? The Dingo?)

Star Trek: Lower Decks (Yes, I focused on one character I probably got a crush on. She is a doctor or vet for humans and she’s also a cat.)

A Kitty Bobo Show (PLS LOOK IT UP! Cartoon Network made it. I highly reccomend it. It’s a guy that shows off his phone!)

Gravity Falls (It really depends.)

The Amazing World of Gumball! (There are characters you could be like Nicole.)

Rimba Racer (heard of that Malaysian tv show?)

Road Rovers (Because only 13 episodes were made, this seriously needs to get more attention again. Don’t you even know the Colleen the British speaking Border Collie?)

Animaniacs (Another goated show eh? Ever heard of Minerva?)

Swat Kats: The Radical Squadron (Pls, I recommend you watching this Hanna Barbera cartoon!)

The Bad Guys (Can’t wait for the sequel on August! No wonder why no one talks about it.)

The Wild Thornberrys (Don’t you even have Paramount+ to watch it there? I like the main characters.)

Night in the Woods! (Do you have that game?)

Sonic! (It’s obvious everyone likes this franchise.)

BNA (It stands for Brand New Animal. Why didn't it receive a new season? It's been 2 years now! Planning to watch it tho.)

Paddle Pop Adventures (I’m pretty sure no one in the US knows it but, it is very popular in Latin America, Indonesia and the Philippines! It comes from the heart brand, of course! Good Humor.)

Okay so uh, these are the fandoms I showed but there’s so many I have! If you wanna check it out, well, my google doc has all the fandoms in there, more than hundreds of them! So, if you are interested in rping with me, discussing the fandom I can either dm you here on tumblr or you could dm me! Also, I don’t like getting ghosted since it’s not correct. Btw, here’s my discord if you also wanna DM and discuss there.

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[creatortools]

Some changes to BvZ OC lore/Info

Okay. I got some questions answered by GBA and I’ll also like to clarify some things as well so I’m going to talk about my BvZ Ocs! Of course most of this info would not be 100% canon in GBA’s universe. And sorry for the yap session and bad grammar. It's a bit unorganized-

WARNING! MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, DEATH, KILLING, ETC! HUGE HUGE HUGE YAP SESSION!

Wyvern:

GBA said that building humanoid robots are banned and any robot building is heavily monitored. But GBA also said that they will still build those humanoid robots and that there might be still might be humanoid robots roaming around.

So, Wyvern does builds his little robots in secret. He knows he’s technically breaking the law. But he doesn’t like how the rules are technically limiting his genius so, why not just do it? He doesn’t care anyway. Creating small animal robots is not as bad as creating a full on human.

GBA also said that people with bounties on their heads cannot become a bounty hunter, but if they were already bounty hunter before, then they can get a bounty on their heads. Wyvern is the only one out of the four that doesn’t have a bounty. All of them are registered bounty hunters, but the three other bounty hunters have all gotten a bounty on their heads after becoming bounty hunters. They all became a group after each and every one of them had a bounty on their heads because Wyvern hunting them all down individually on separate occasions. Wyvern, pitying them all (they were all in a low point of their lives), asked them to join him when each of them were defeated.

Wyvern, being cautious, is the only one who actually turns in bounties, because the rest of them are wanted.

Mammon:

For those who saw my discord message about each of their diets I want to clarify and change some things. I literally forgot that I did type up previously before this that Onis eat Human flesh (usually children), livestock and alcohol I believe. So originally, Mammon doesn’t just each children its humanoid flesh as well. He avoids eating them, but still occasionally gets bloodlust. The reason why he hates children is because they’re the reason for his bloodlust (That’s what he thinks but it’s usually humanoids in general). That’s why he doesn’t eat them often. It’s still pretty bad, Mammon isn’t a good guy. I apologize to you all for the miscommunication! 🙏

But I am changing this to that he and the rest of the Oni just eats livestock and alcohol and that Mammon just hates/fears children for a different reason. And I'm also adding on the fact that Onis get a bad reputation of eating humans/humanoids in this world. Mothers tell stories of Onis devouring bad behaved children to sort of scare children and make sure they don't go out at night. Those stories are definitely not true, of course since I changed this to them only eating livestock and alcohol.

GBA said that death works differently than what I expected. There is no ghosts rlly except for demons, which could work for Onis since they're technically a type of demon, not sure how that would work so I’m just going to change how Onis are “born”. I used to say that they are either evil people who have died or they are truly truly evil people who just turn into Onis on the spot. I’m changing it to only being the last situation, they just turn into one if they are truly evil people.

He became a bounty hunter just after he turned into an Oni (and lost all of his memories of his previous life). Something happened and got a bounty on his head and yeah. (I haven’t rlly thought this out for him)

Sakura:

Like I said before GBA said that death works a bit differently. Which means no real ghosts except for demons but exorcists would usually be paladins. I don’t really want her to become a paladin so I’m just going to work around this kinda. So now shes just a regular old bounty hunter but she’s not an exorcist but she’s just hallucinating. I was originally going to make her a spirit medium who can see ghosts and exorcize them but I’ll change this to make her more canon to GBA’s world.

Changing her backstory a bit. She became a bounty hunter after leaving her group after seeing the death of one of the members who was the closest to her. She was less than 100 years old at that point. She hallucinates about him constantly and has rlly bad nightmares. At one point she just snaps and goes on a rampage. That’s when she gets a bounty on her head. The hallucinations and nightmares lessened but have not gone away.

Ironhide:

Not much changes to her. Other than being a bounty hunter before getting an actual bounty. Not much changes to her.

Her backstory (from what I originally thought) is going to change a bit as well. She became a bounty hunter being influenced to do so by her pack. The pack believed that they were all monsters and that anyone could assassinate them at anytime. She hated them because they basically just kept on calling her a monster too. She eventually left that pack in a rage and also went on a rampage that gave herself a bounty.

And the rest is history

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Also, if you guys have any questions feel free to ask! But if you guys sent an ask before this, and I haven't answered, then I haven't gotten it. For some reason, even though there is no asks, it still says I have like 6? I have no one blocked, so I'm not sure if tumbr is just hiding actual asks from me or these are just phantom asks. I did test by sending myself asks and it popped up, so I'm very confused. Like uhh what’s happening?

You can always send asks of course but if you see that I'm posting and it's been like a day or two since you sent that ask, then just tell me that you asked in the comment section and type in your question there. This allows me to at least figure out if those 6 asks are just there for no reason or tumblr isn't showing asks. And it also makes me actually see your questions!

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@solzticesoulz here you go! I might change some things later on as well but here is what I have so far. I heavily apologize for the yap session, the miscommunication and bad grammar once again! <3

[alwaysonf1]

lewis is doing what?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Changes in the timeline for the sake of the story.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: This is my first F1 fic, which makes me nervous so why not start with a series.

Many Drive to Survive haters like to pretend everything that comes from the show and what it’s about are beneath them. That they couldn’t possibly care, and that the only important thing is the race on Sunday. And yet the day after the latest season drops you can find them amongst the chaos trying to figure out what the hell were all those hints about a new form of content that F1 plans to release. 

Interwoven with the usual storylines and mild dramatics there was a lot of talk about how drivers show their families the support they’re given. How they show up for them in their careers and bits of their lives. It was weird at first, but then it sent off alarm bells when an almost fourth wall breaking moment happened where the Netflix team was blatantly dismissed. 

“I think we have this one Netflix, but thanks for the help.” Those were the exact words spoken by the head of marketing as she closed the door to a room where you get a glimpse of team paraphernalia but see no faces. 

Every social platform that you can find an F1 fan on has it trending and the conversations (and screams into the void) are fast paced. But Twitter is where the real unhinged and brain cell losing behavior is happening. 

And the most accurate guessing.

Almost everyone within the community is discussing what that snippet could mean. Is it the end of DTS as they know it? The end of it completely? Are F1 and Netflix severing ties? Will F1 be taking over? Is this some little game they're playing with their viewers to keep them tuned in? Is it something completely different? What the actual fuck is going on?

In the middle of those questions are those who think themselves a genius or are delusional enough that they can’t help but form some wild ideas of what’s to come.

Someone must be retiring. Multiple people are retiring. There’s going to be a reality show ala Keeping Up with the Verstappens, where everyone learns that Max’s little trauma dumpy memories with Jos are just the surface level of how insane that man is. Someone is getting married. Someone is getting married to another driver. A nepo baby is going to become the “voice of the fandom” and host a show about the drivers during race weekends and it’s going to be all the wrong things. A dating show for all the singles. A behind the scenes at the lives of drivers and their families, but like Family Feud. And the penultimate dude bro dream of them getting to spend the season hanging out with drivers and get confirmation that their toxic thoughts that alienate most of the fan base is true.

After about twenty-four hours it all dies down. Everyone is still wondering, but they don’t feel like they’re losing their minds while they try to be the one who can say they were right when they news drops.

As if timed, the second that F1 drops in trends the F1 admin drops a graphic with the faces of six people who are clearly positioned like the thinking face emoji on every platform that they use. In the captions it says: Week in the Life - Sibling Edition.

If Twitter was home to the first wave of screaming, it belongs to Tumblr the second go round. Everyone is so excited for the content that someone must have thrown up from how aggressively happy they feel. Everyone is talking about who they want it to be and what content they’d love to see from which sibling. Those who make gifs are especially excited to get everything they can, though they won’t be outdone by those whose brains and fingers will be entities on their own once they get hold of a singular moment that will inspire the fic of everyone’s dreams.

Those who always have something negative to say are there as usual, but they aren’t as loud or upset as they often are. Being nosy doesn’t stop just because you want to pretend that you only care about the race, as if someone doesn’t have a file of screenshots from all the times, they’ve attacked the character of a driver for something not race related at all.

The reaction to this is the kind that instills faith in what is being done. The kind of thing that tells all the upper management who didn’t like it that it was a good idea, but also puts a certain bit of weight on the content team. They need this to deliver. Need to keep the hype, especially since the first episode doesn’t drop until the start of December and they’ve already recorded half the series so a failure could stop the rest.

So once the Singapore GP ends, Daniel Ricciardo’s face is no longer gray. You get to see that goofy smile and wink. You’d think they told everyone he was getting a permanent seat with a three year contract with the reception to it.

It’s Charles Leclerc for Japan. 

Lance Stroll for Qatar.

Carlos Sainz for COTA.

Alex Albon for Mexico.

And coming off his first P1 of the season, Lewis Hamilton for Brazil.

For the next week or so if a tweet isn’t about excitement, disdain, or shock in regard to this new F1 exclusive content, it has a certain main character at its center.

[lolita-ily]

You wanted a civilised dressed girl?

TW!!: traumadump, mommy/daddy issues, implied grooming, child on child SA, hypersexuality, abandonment, bullying, self shame and disgust and pretty heavy subject. I think that’s all so buckle your belt and join my wild world

⚠️‼️: None of that is romanticised, cute or whatever. This is serious trauma, so proceed with caution and respect. If you are here to criticize any of thoses situations, please do kindly leave. Thoses situations are very much real across the world, if you relate to any of that, my DMs are always open if you need to talk🫶🏼💕

“Civilised? Hah! Let me laugh, they’re all animals”

(Dont mind me, it’ll be mostly traumadump, abit of a vent oc for this au I guess? Also a response to ppl saying that OG kikita is sexualised while she isn’t at all, she’s just free. The “civilised” Kikita is the most hurt one, but they share same heart and soul. Dont blame her, shes just another child victim of society.)

So, in this AU, Kikita is “civilised”. She lived with her grandmother and 2 little brothers since her mom abandoned her. She was sent to a boarding school accross the world and she took the unlucky plane that crashed in.

PRE-ISLAND:

Her story is messy, tied with discoveries of her dad not being her biological dad, abandonment, mommy/daddy issues. She had to mature quickly to take care of her two little brothers but it only attracted miseries. She got groomed and lived child on child SA that lead her to hypersexuality and bad life choices. Nobody knows about that since she isn’t willing to tell anyone and is TERRIFIED of her grandmother finding out. She tried her best to be a regular teen and somehow success. She was good at school and had a wonderful social life beside the fact she was often sexualised because of her appearance even if she was young. For her education, her kind grandma sent her to a boarding school in another country. Sadly, she hoped on the wrong plane.

ON-ISLAND:

In a pretty dress and Mary Jane shoes, alone with a bunch of british boys and some girls(if ocs included), at first she’s relieved to be freed from the terrifying adults and allow herself to live her life but reality settles in harshly and she realizes that it will not be so simple. She immediately take the littluns under her wing, as she did for her brothers, maternal instinct kicking in. She sticks by Ralph, finding comfort in the democracy he showcase, her duty is fruit picking and looking after the littluns. Beside that, she REFUSES to bend down to gender norms, that’s how she earned a slap from Roger when she defied Jack. Noticing girls are left behind and forced to stupid roles, she does her hardest to not do the same. She quickly creates herself a social life, adapting to any persons around. She’s quickly labelled as “Allumeuse” and proundly showcase the title no she don’t, it hurts, is only my body pretty? Please love me. Beside the littluns, Piggy and Simon, she flirts with anyone and even got affections that way its the only way, the only one. Stuck in the same old cycle, she thinks people only love her for her body and grow extremely insecure inside but nobody sees it so she dedicates herself to fruitpicking and the littluns, hoping that the self-shame and disgust will go away. Simon was the only one she spoke to, so his death was devastating and she refused to speak for a few days. Eventually, SOMEONE* manipulates her into joining Jack Merridew, seeing that more than half of the littluns are here, she joins them. Her new job is war paint and still looking after littluns(even when Roger asked for a new paint with Piggy’s blood). When Ralph is chased, she stayed behind with the littluns and was rescued like everyone else.

POST-ISLAND:

She went back to her grandma and little brothers. Beside the Island trauma, Her life went back as usual with no much changes and she was eventually sent again to that boarding school. She will never forget what happened. Nothing else is known for now.

Some facts!!:

-She loves coca cola -She loves fashion -I’m thinking of giving her an Island crush where she would be desperate and would do almost anything to get his attention(that would be why she flirts around and also the person who convinced her to join the Merridingles. I also want to do an unrequired love thing and that the guy she likes is a actually a lil bitch)* -Anger issues goes brrrr -She imposed herself and managed to get some rules done. -She despises her mother and herself(physically, they are the same) -She can lie and manipulate unintentionally(bc mom) and then feel terrible about it. -Beside the “bad” parts, she’s just like og Kikita a sweet child at heart and very kind and like anyone else she just need a hug -Naive at love -Philophobiac(fear of love) -Afraid of Night and will never admit it -Was bullied(its the 50s and she’s coloured) at 6.

-When she was on her period, she left the camp for a few days and hid in the forest and came back only when she was “clean” again -Terrified of boys and adults(but hide it) -Playgirl -Airhead, energitic, chaotic -𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 -somehow had her lipgloss on her, its her signature object

A LINE THAT WOULD DESCRIBE HER?

“I put cocaine in my lipgloss, so when he kisses me he thinks im God” -someone

dont come after me pls

please dont be mean to any of that, its very much real and I beg for some acceptance and respect, pls dont hurt me? Haha

byebyeeeeee

[plague-karm]

Okay since people actually wanted the oc x canon shit here it is ig. I also want to preface this by saying that I am VERY inexperienced with writing characters from pre-existing IP’s (I mostly write for my own characters) so if anything’s OOC here then that’s why. But the funnie rock man has consumed by my brain so yeah. Here’s some background stuff about Carissa and other things regarding this funnie little thing I came up with.

Carissa is the heavenly virtue of charity, the seven heavenly virtues are some of the only creations god doesn’t regret due to them enacting their purpose without any pushback and they live on a completely different plane of existence as a result, high ranking angels visit them often as their domain is nearest to heaven.

My voice claim for her is Christy Altomare.

Unlike the angels who don’t care about humanity, the virtues haven’t lost faith in them (they often talk to the humans who ended up in heaven during the final war, soothing their fears).

She has pet rabbits that she tends to in her private sanctuary that she loves dearly.

I know Sisyphus is based more on the Camus poem rather than the Greek myth but the constantly cheating death thing fits with the concept of Greed WAY too well so I’m including it (this will come into play later).

Greed is the lowest layer she’s willing to go to (Wrath is the midpoint of how bad the sins are and I feel like the lower layers are that depraved that no one really goes there).

Sisyphus overthrew Midas here because of course he did.

He created the moon pendant so she could visit him in Greed more frequently because the rays and dust damaged her body.

One of his main motivations for getting with her was the fact an angel was heavily pining for her and the thought of cucking the enemy was too tempting to pass up (he got to spite the oppressors and he got a wife win win).

The formation of the council took FOREVER so that’s how Carissa got away with being with him for so long.

They get together before Minos’ death and separate before the Greed Insurrection.

She saw his beheading and is the only living being who knows the location of his husks head.

Carissa and Gabriel are actually pretty close which makes what happens later pretty fucked up. Things get complicated.

I’m subscribing to the theory that Treachery is a frozen wasteland and will make hell freeze over because it’s cool.

Okay let’s get into this shit wheyyyyy

PRE-GAME

Carissa is a VERY respected figure for obvious reasons, she was kind, compassionate, and giving to all.

When god disappeared she was incredibly concerned about the state of heaven and what could become of hell with the peering eyes of heaven averting their gaze.

So without telling anyone, she secretly travelled to hell with the intentions of reporting her findings to whoever would next be in charge.

Limbo was a ghost town, she wasn’t expecting much there anyway, but she felt…wrong.

Why were those who didn’t believe in god here? He wasn’t a physical presence, how were they supposed to know if he existed or not? And the books she found…they made her feel sick to her stomach.

They were innocent, slowly being driven insane by the superficial world around them, a constant reminder of what they could’ve had…

No, it couldn’t all be like this right? Besides, Lust IS a sin, surely that’s a place where the depraved souls of the damned deserve to toil in eternal punishment?

So she ventured deeper…and what she found was shocking…

A city, a paradise, she couldn’t believe it, all of this…? Was built by those who sinned…? Was what she was told up there even real? Several people putting aside their differences and building a better life for themselves…it moved her deeply.

She eventually met Minos and was heavily conflicted.

Surely she should report this right? This was against the father’s law! The punishment created by him was being turned into a reward!

…But still, she just couldn’t do it, she was enamoured with the city of Lust, her home was usually quite bright so the change in scenery was very much needed in her eyes.

She would continue visiting in secret, her and Minos had similar philosophical views so they became quick friends and of course her meeting Sisyphus was inevitable.

He was immediately intrigued, she was the complete opposite of him, and he had no idea why she hadn’t said a word to heaven about any of this.

He wasn’t rolling the boulder! Minos’ methods may be too passive for his tastes but they were STILL defying heaven! Why wasn’t she saying anything to them?!

He didn’t mind it of course (hell it was actually pretty convenient considering what he was planning) but still…

They hang out in Lust normally because a majority of meetings are held there (plus Minos was literally the JUDGE of hell it makes sense).

Carissa was very intimidated by Sisyphus at first, and who could blame her? His disposition and his history was enough to put anyone off.

He noticed this and it irritated him quite a bit, he may have killed a few people and used every outsider who dared enter his kingdom on earth as an example but come on he wasn’t THAT bad!

Her first travel to Greed didn’t go well to put it lightly, the heat was almost unbearable, if it wasn’t for lower levels of Sisyphus’ place (I like to think the area in 4-3 and 4-4 was where he lived) having significant amounts of shade she would’ve passed out for sure.

As a result she mostly goes to Lust due to the cooler atmosphere.

He doesn’t know what to do…he likes seeing her anywhere but the fact that she barely visited him in his own layer…it irked him to no end.

So he had an idea.

A way for her to visit him.

It took forever but he somehow made it.

The moon pendant.

He requested her presence and she showed up fairly covered since the heat still got to her.

He used the pendant and she was in AWE.

The night sky was beautiful and the air was clear instead of being humid to a suffocating degree.

She asked him why he did this, and he said that the fact that she couldn’t visit due to her body’s limitations frustrated him to the point of creating the moon pendant as a way to make her time with him more convenient.

This is where it started.

Minos could IMMEDIATELY tell what was going on with Sisyphus, him doing something for someone else (especially if that someone wasn’t from greed) was EXTREMELY out of character for him, he knew him very well, he was one of the only people Sisyphus respected as an equal regardless of him disagreeing with his methods so he immediately figured out what was happening and he was ecstatic.

Carissa on the other hand didn’t know what to do, she had SO many admirers from heaven…so out of everyone she could’ve fallen for why did it have to be HIM?! She was terrified of what could happen if people found out, she may have been incredibly high ranking but she wasn’t invincible, her sisters of virtue could cast her out! He could be killed!

But…the fact that he would go as far as to create a day and night cycle in Greed for her sake…the way he made sure that he took on the load for his people if it was too much for them to bare…it moved her in a way she couldn’t explain.

Sisyphus could TELL that she felt the same, but he was patient (as he always was).

He knew she was worried for good reason, even though he didn’t fear them, he knew exactly why she did.

He was okay with being killed as long as he stood by his beliefs but she was innocent, she wasn’t a cog in their corrupt system, she was BEYOND them, and helped the people in the layers regardless of her status, that was more than enough for him.

Over a VERY long period of time he finally confessed and she accepted gracefully.

The two came to an agreement, no one could know about this (except Minos of course), if it was up to him he’d show her off like no tomorrow, but he knew that her position would be in jeopardy so for once in his life he was subtle.

He would send her gifts pretty often when she was in her sanctuary, they were unsigned so no one knew it was him, Gabriel delivered them (the guy was also a messenger and the fanart I saw of him delivering mail was funnie so why not).

He would often ask who kept sending her these overly luxurious gifts but she’d say she had no idea.

It was mostly night time when she visited him but she had eventually gotten used to the heat there so she visited quite frequently regardless of the weather.

They bantered a lot, she felt like she could be herself around him, less formal and more relaxed.

She really likes his voice, it soothes her when she’s feeling stressed about the disappearance of god, it may have happened a while ago but it was still on her mind…

He was aware that he had an effect on her and used that to his advantage, he’s a very smooth talker (he cheated death god knows how many times so he definitely has a way with words).

Carissa is fully aware of this and sometimes calls him out on it, it’s all in fun though.

LOVES his hair, she always wonders how he keeps it in such good condition despite the weather of greed being so brutal.

He has met her pets, he wasn’t expecting so many of them but hey they’re quiet at least.

Sometimes watches them play fight in his throne room, gets oddly invested despite how ridiculous it looks on the surface, their battle tactics are interesting.

He sometimes wonders how they can withstand Greed’s temperatures, but he tries not to think about it too hard or else he’d risk going insane.

They take nightly walks often, he made clothes for her so she wouldn’t blend in with the environment in case anything bad happened, they’re very comfy :)

Her comfort is his top priority no matter what, he respects her and makes sure everything in Greed is at its highest standard whenever she comes over.

They were both aware that they were walking on thin ice so the wedding was VERY lowkey, he never told her this but the actual event kind of disappointed him, he thought she deserved more, but she was fine with it, she was just happy she was with him.

Things were great…

That all changed when Minos died.

Carissa wept while Sisyphus grieved silently.

He knew this would happen, he KNEW…but a small, foolish part of him hoped that what Minos had built there would work out…but it wasn’t meant to be.

A few nights later he told her about his plan to put insurrection in motion.

The watchful eye of heaven made it harder for Carissa to sneak into Greed but they made it work.

They would become distant during this time, his focus on the army was too great, the plan he had been formulating for millennia was FINALLY coming to fruition.

Carissa was VERY worried about him despite his demeanour being the same as ever. Regardless of their differences she knew Minos meant a lot to him.

This culminated one night in an argument, she exclaimed that this was putting his people in extreme danger, that he could DIE doing this…and he responded saying “I know”. It was a risk he was more than willing to take for his and his people’s salvation, regardless of what his fate would be.

This was too much…and then he told her to leave, he knew that if she chose to stay with him during the insurrection she would be killed (she was high ranking, but defying heaven was considered heresy, regardless of who it was).

She had no fighting experience, she only existed to spread peace and joy, the thought of her dying, leaving her rabbits behind, HIM behind…he couldn’t bare it.

She was heartbroken, but she left without another word…she was devastated. He almost wept himself…but his plan was too important, he had dedicated his entire afterlife towards this, he couldn’t stop now.

Divorce Arc :(

The day of the insurrection was witnessed by all of heaven, even Carissa, because she wanted to make sure he would be okay…

And then Gabriel descended upon high…and Sisyphus’ head was displayed for all to see.

The last thing he saw was the horror in her eyes as his conscious left him, her sobs were like whispers compared to the cheers surrounding her as he was slain.

She grieved in private, she knew he’d be happy about this, fighting against his oppressors until his last breath…but she didn’t want things to end between them the way they did.

She would return to Greed in secret, horrified by the fate of the Sisyphean Insurrectionists, mutilated and ripped apart except for the bare essentials…

She would use the night pendant to make their punishment slightly more bearable.

During one of her many secret visits she found the head of his husk…she would visit it often as a way to deal with her grief.

She’d tell it everything, what she did that day, how the rabbits were doing, how much she missed his company…his humour…everything. She had never felt this empty before in her life…

She would write about her feelings in several empty books, ones she kept hidden throughout the deepest depths of the temple.

She didn’t talk to Gabriel much after that, she knew he had practically become a vessel for the council’s cruelty but it still hurt.

He thought she avoided him because she wasn’t used to him committing such violent acts (nah bro it’s because you killed her friend and her husband idiot 😒).

POST-GAME

Carissa continued her duties but the light in her eyes had lost its lustre, something her sisters of virtue took notice of.

They were worried about her, but she’d always brush them off.

Since we know the council gets murked later on the fathers light would die alongside them. Heaven knew this and they were free for their final moments…

The heavenly virtues had no idea though, so when they slowly died off along with her rabbits Carissa was terrified and confused until she went down to heaven and realised that the end of times was upon them all.

Gabriel became aware of Sisyphus becoming a prime soul, being slain at the hands of the machine…but unlike those before him, he wasn’t fooled…

Minos’ will to go on was snuffed out the second the machine robbed him of his chance at vengeance…

Sisyphus cheated death several times, his tenacity was as annoying as it was impressive, he’d do it again.

He KNEW he’d do it again.

He travelled to Greed to see if he had returned to his domain and inevitably found the books Carissa left behind…and everything clicked for him.

The constant disappearances, the gifts, the ring she wore, the fact she could barely look at him…my god, it all made sense.

He knew things were going to end soon, he knew his time would soon be over…

So he wanted to do a good deed for his dear friend one last time.

He entered the barren sanctuary and saw her sitting motionless, the last embers of the fathers light filling the once vibrant scenery gifted by he who left them…

He kneeled beside her…

“He isn’t dead…”

“…What? Gabriel, I saw you-“

“His soul lives”

“…”

“I know it does…and I know about…what happened between you…”

“How do you-?”

“I went down there to see if he tried to rebuild it, I saw your books…you spoke fondly of him”

“I hoped no one would find out…”

“The machine had him slain, but you know him better than I ever will…”

“He’s always been stubborn…even in the face of impossible odds…”

She chuckled weakly, she always admired that about Sisyphus, no matter how the odds were stacked against him, he’d always go for it, regardless of his actions (she knew he wasn’t perfect) that was an aspect of him almost everyone respected.

“Do you want to see him again?”

She turned to look at him for the first time in years, of course she did, the last thing she wanted was to die in this cold, dark world alone.

“Do you know where he is?”

“No, but I will be able to sense his presence if we go down there together, I can’t stay with you though, if he sees me there will be a fight…and you deserve to go out peacefully”

She nodded, they travelled to Greed…they found him, he was standing alone, a shining light in the rubble that was once his home. Carissa whispered.

“Thank you…”

Gabriel nodded and left without a word, Carissa approached him quietly, standing beside him, looking over the remains of the Insurrectionists and the landmarks once littered across the dust below. He looked different, but she could tell it was him.

Sisyphus finally took notice of her presence, barely managing to restrain himself from doing anything too emotional.

“I thought you would’ve gone up there and completed your mission by now…”

“No, the weapon will get further than I ever will…are they all…?”

“Almost…”

For the first time in his life he wasn’t sure what to do, this was the first time he had seen her in years…should he apologise? But he got what he wanted…no…he had something else to tell her, something that would mean more than a handful of words he had never said with once with seriousness.

“I heard you…”

“Heard what?”

“When you were talking to my husk…I heard all of it, I felt your kisses, I thought it was all a dream…I just wanted to make sure you knew that before you were gone”

She wanted to cry, he heard her? He could sense her sadness, after the way their relationship ended he wouldn’t have blamed her if she never wanted to see him again…but she came all this way…the least he could do was provide her with company before the jaws of death claimed them…

The two talked about everything before their time was over, trying to regain the years that had escaped them

The fact that she was still wearing the ring after all this time…that meant so much to him…more than she could ever know…

And then he could feel it, the cold…

Hand in hand, side by side…they died together…

And he didn’t regret a second of it

[strawberrystepmom]

hello kendall !!! i hope you don’t mind me dropping by to visit 🥹🌸 i’ve been enjoying seeing you talk about dante on dash even if i am not too familiar with him or the fandom— but i was wondering if you have a list of your current fav characters? i am just very curious and love hearing about people’s favs— even your top 5 or 10 that have been occupying your mind and what made you fall for them if you’re comfortable giving more information!

💗 i hope you have a delightful wednesday ^^;

hi vana <33333333 i hope your wednesday has been the loveliest! i hope the sun is shining! i hope the birds have chirped! i hope you have enjoyed something very tasty and memorable!

my list of favs is many and long im crying but the usual suspects are:

senku ishigami from dr. stone - i have a love/hate relationship with him most of the time but it's only because i appreciate him so deeply LMAFOEIJFLSKJF im so ungrateful. i originally fell for him bc i love nerds and will fuck nerds until the day i die. i appreciate his big heart even though he keeps things close to his chest and the idea of real feelings makes him wanna gag. something will always be so dear to me about a man that is ill behaved with a big heart.

i have several au's with senku but the main one diverges from the canon storyline and he and his friends end up at a settlement in california set up by me and my friends. my si/oc is an agriculture expert and he and i go back and forth on science, life, sociology, the future all the time.

gen narumi from kaiju number 8 - my skrunkle cat.........where do i even begin? he enchanted me from the minute he started being unhinged for zero reason. like he's wound SO tight despite appearing as someone kind of laid back and relaxed and i think about it so often. a capricorn nightmare aka my day dream. my si/oc in this universe is a seismologist and we date online for a very long time before it becomes a real life thing. i also have a couple of au's with him - knight/princess ofc and omegaverse.

satoru gojo from jjk - i cried every day for three months just thinking about him and had to really figure out what that was all about. man of all time. even talking about him makes me feel like im literally stripping naked for you guys to see so i have to stop myself bc he makes me crazy and unwell. my oc/si in that universe is a teacher who went to school with him in nanami's class. there is a million years of drama and like 10 straight years of being off and on but yeah. it's a lot.

yami sukehiro from black clover - i watched black clover for the first time this summer and fell so disgustingly hard for this man i dont think i've ever looked so dumb in all my life. he's big, he's brash, he's Daddy energy embodied and he drives me nuts. my si/oc in that universe is a noblewoman who works as a spymaster for the wizard king and yami and i secretly sleep together because im horny, unmarried, and wanna "practice" to be a good wife. little did i know that would be the man im being a good wife for. life comes at you fast!

and ykw since we mentioned him let's give a shout out to mr. may cry himself...

dante from devil may cry - idk what the fuck has possessed me but the minute i saw this man i said man that sucks bc he's for me. i denied him for months (i did this with gojo too everyone will tell u) and was like im not getting into this bc i know I KNOWWWWW and i was warned and here we are.

what i love about dante is that he is a true believer in good. despite how shitty his life is, despite all the trauma and horrors he has been put through, he believes in people. he believes in love. he's compassionate and protective and silly and sure of himself and wiuehgwaioejfalwjf that's cat nip to this lil kitty kitty. like i didn't wanna speak too soon and sound insane but he is kind of soloing the rest of my harem bc tbf he's everything i like about the rest of them with huge arms and pecs to boot. i am just a woman vana.

[brooklynislandgirl]

A quick and dirty RP policy guide!

Bold all that apply to you and your blog. Italics if you’re on the fence about something. Feel free to add anything I may have missed in the appropriate category, or re-categorize something that is in the wrong place!

My blog is _

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I will RP with __

Any fandom - Most fandoms - Only fandoms I know - Only people in my fandom - OCs - OCs with no fandom ties - OCs who are related to/know my character in their backstory - Only one version of any particular character - People who have the same muse as me - People who do not have a rules page - Multimuse blogs - People in RP groups - Indie RPers {{I will mostly give anyone a shot, though if you're a canon from a fandom I don't know, I might ask annoying questions to make sure I'm not ruining your fun with my ignorance.}}

When RPing, I like to use _

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I will ship with _

No one - Anyone - Chemistry - Select ship - OCs - Others of my own muse - Crossovers with characters from different fandoms - Only one version of a particular character - One person in my main verse - Multiship - One main/canon ship within my main verse

My blog WILL contain __ in it’s content

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{{I write as the story unfolds, and sometimes that will contain subject matter that some people find triggering. I do my best to tag stuff, and I will listen if I am asked to tag something in particular. I am not always going to be perfect and as one adult to another, if you see content that you're not cool with, I understand an unfollow. We have to be comfortable and curate our own spaces and experiences. That being said, the only tag I appreciate is a tag regarding real life spiders.}}

I will follow __ back

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Follow back - Answer an open - Message me OOC - Message me IC - Make a starter - Answer my starter - Send in a meme - Like a starter call - Send an ask as a starter

{{Literally, even a message/dm saying "Turtle, let's fuck some shit up" is cool :) }}

Other:

I practice reblog karma with memes - I expect reblog karma with memes - I expect my rules/about to be read - I read the rules/about before following/interacting - If you follow me, I would like nsfw tagged - I expect all smut to be beneath a read-more - I am a multiverse blog - I am multi-muse - I do not wish for my OOC posts to be reblogged - I do not wish for my threads to be reblogged by those not involved - I expect post length to be matched - I expect icons/gifs to be used in a reply if I have used them - I don’t expect post length to be matched, but I will try to match yours - I am patient when waiting for replies and expect the same courtesy {{You can dash commentary, message me here or on dis/cord, occasionally even comment on a post/thread if the mutual doesn't mind. But I hate hate hate when someone not in the thread reblogs stuff, and most of the time I will block without hesitation over non-rp for that kind of repeated thing. I also don't have but like 8 rules and I tried to make them funny.}} ~*~

Tagged By: the exquisite L @adaxrafaelbarba

Tagging: Anyone who feels like 3 critters of your choice in a trench-coat {bonus points if you say which 3 critters in the tags}

[islandtarochips]

How the Toa Last Name Was Made?

Talofa everyone! Today, I would like to share with you some lore that I’ve been keeping in ever since I have started to create my OCs. Which is Tiala and Kanoa.

Tiala and Kanoa are the FIRST two OCs that I’ve ever created. And the first two that ever popped up into my mind ever since my dear friend @forestgreenbunny had introduced me to the COD campaign and fandom! And then later on, I was trying to find a perfect last name for them. I had picked their last name as TOA.

Toa is the Samoan word for “Warrior”. So I know that will be very fitting for these two and their siblings. And there, I have continued on making their siblings and parents. When I suddenly have a good idea about their family’s last name.

What if I told you that Toa is NOT their ACTUAL last name? Yes, Toa is NOT their real last name until their FATHER changed it.

Indeed that last name was from their father since you know. Every woman who marries a man will take the man’s last name. Same goes for men marrying the woman will take the woman’s last name too if they wanted. But THIS one is a bit different…or personal. Up to you.

But their father didn’t take their mother’s last name because that is NOT her last name either.

Here is where I’ll explain about how the word Toa became their last name. It’s a very nice story! Trust me!

As you can see, Nakoa (the father) was born and raised in Savai’i. He was also the Chief’s son of the village called Safotulafai (sah-foh-too-lah-fah-ee). Nakoa and his family are very strict people when it comes to their culture. Even for everyone else around the Samoa island of Savai’i and Upolu.

His family also has the bloodline of chiefs. And Nakoa’s older brother was next in line.

Now to the point of how he met the love of his life. A certain other Chief from American Samoa had come to visit their own family from Samoa. And knowing about his family, they don’t usually get along with someone who is from that island. Believing that the Americans had owned that island. Believing that KIND of Samoan are not meant to be taught or to be raised in their birthright cultures.

This family from American Samoa, were only visiting some of their own blood. Who was different from Nakoa’s family.

And so, Nakoa's father was invited because of a friend who is related to the AS chief. Wanting them to meet their side of the family. Which he has no choice.

So meeting them to have lunch and dinner with. He saw his father is not even interested in talking with the Chief or his family. And he thought he could do the same but things had changed when he met the daughter of the AS chief. The most beautiful and the most fearsome girl that he had EVER met. He doesn’t know why he would fall for her. But something about her had made his heart go BOOM!

And he had to keep it a secret. Because knowing about his father. He would definitely despise him for having a feeling with an Afakasi (ah-fah-kah-see). Meaning being half Samoan and Half American/European. And that’s what the daughter is. Because her father is a true Samoan while her mother is American who has the blood of one of the Europeans.

And it really disgusted the Samoan people in Savai’i and Upolu.

While the family of the AS Chief and the daughter stayed for a couple of weeks. Nakoa had learned that their daughter is named, Elei. And he could’ve fallen in love even MORE to hear that beautiful name.

So let's just say that he gets to see her secretly. Even Elei did the same when she met him. And she likes him too. Despite what Nakoa’s family thinks. They know that their feelings are quite true.

Until they are found out by Nakoa’s parents. And they were enraged by it as they demanded Elei and her family to leave. Which causes a great argument between the two.

And that’s when Nakoa had decided that he wanted to MARRY Elei. Just for the family to stop. But his father disapproved of this as he demanded his son to choose.

It’s either THEM or his family.

That is the BIGGEST decision that Nakoa has to make. Because if he chooses Elei’s family. Then he will no longer set foot back to Samoa and never contacted them AGAIN.

But if he chooses his own family. He will never step foot off from this island and never see Elei ever again.

It had hurt him so much that his own father would let him choose like this. He even asked for his older brother’s help but…he can’t. For his brother had looked away in shame as he was too weak to go against their father’s will.

Seeing how none of his family supported his love for Elei. He decided to go with Elei and her family back to American Samoa.

Elei’s father welcomed him with open arms and apologized to him for what had happened there.

After like a few weeks of staying with Elei. Nakoa had decided to change his WHOLE identity and his last name. For he wants to start anew. Thanks to one of Elei’s older brothers. He had a friend who is a lawyer to help out by changing his identity. So Nakoa had decided to only change his last name.

Which he had picked TOA. Nakoa Toa. As he figured that his ancestors were once Warriors and wanted to honor them for that. And still have that warrior spirit inside of him.

Seems fitting huh?

So after some changes on Nakoa’s papers. He had asked Elei’s father’s blessings to have her hand in marriage. The Chief of the village had accepted it and let his daughter marry him.

And he holds his new last name proud.

And that, my friend, is how the last name Toa was made. I have been thinking about it for SO long ever since I’ve created that name! And since watching some Samoan drama movies when I was little. It started to come back at me and gives me great inspiration to add some family drama and that Romeo & Juliet vibes too! Lol.

So I hope you guys like this! And thank you for reading this far! Love ya, pele! 😘💖

P.S. Whatever I said here is TRUE. The islands I mean but the dramas that are going on. That’s MY made up story to fit how the name Toa was made. Just to let you guys know in case there's any Samoan people around Tumblr that think that I’m offending them. I’m sorry if I am. Please don’t hit me 😅. Thank you!

[sirspazingtonthefourth]

The Strength it Takes to Continue: Chapter 6

1.7k words. Gojo and OC's. Fluff, but a little angst along the way. Found family. Content warnings: cursing, misdiagnosis.

Summary: Sometimes, the wrong decisions are the ones that seem right

Hikari sat in the white room, flanked by her parents. It was supposed to be the last visit for the month. While she’d been visiting, the doctors had had her do a bunch of odd things, and they’d asked her about the curses. One even had a small one, Aunty Ieiri called ones like that one fly heads, sitting on his shoulder.

The doctor came into the room, wearing a long white doctor coat and holding a clipboard. He sat at the desk in front of them, looking worried and a little sad.

At least, that’s what the lines looked like.

She’d started seeing them recently. They gave her headaches if she looked at them too long, but they were so pretty. Lines of gold tracing all over people, from their fingers to their toes, and sometimes floating a little around them.

If she looked at them closely enough, they seemed to tell her things. Like that the doctor was worried, but not for the same reasons her mommy and daddy were.

“I know this might be difficult to hear,” and the lines shifted even though the doctor stayed still, “but we believe your daughter has schizophrenia.”

“No,” her mother says from next to her, a hand reaching up to cover her mouth. She has a hard time making out her face from underneath the lines, but it looks like she’s trying not to cry.

“Are you certain? There’s not anything else it could possibly be?” her father asks, his hands gripping the material of his pants tightly.

“It is the most likely case, yes.”

“Can you fix it?” She asked. “Like, with soup and Tylenol? Schitsy- Skit- Schyto- It doesn’t sound good, and I don’t want my friends at school to get it.”

“It’s not that kind of a sick,” the doctor says, and the strings say that he���s trying to be gentle, that he wants her to understand. “You can’t give this kind of sick to anyone else. It’s a kind of sick that stays in your head, makes you see things that aren’t there and believe things that aren’t true. Like the monsters you see.”

“Curses are real,” she says with all the conviction in her little six-year-old body. The doctor doesn’t believe her, just like the one with the fly head didn’t believe her even though it was gurgling into his ear.

“There are a few routes of treatment we could take,” he says, purposefully not addressing her statement. “Therapy is, of course, highly recommended in cases like this, both to monitor how she’s doing mentally and to give her tools to recognize reality from the hallucinations. I would also recommend getting family therapy, so you can all better cope with these treatments. It also wouldn’t be unwise to consider antipsychotics.”

“Medications? But she’s so young,” her mother said. She really was crying now, that’s what the strings said.

“I know, and I know this is difficult. But the sooner we can begin treatment, the sooner we can find a way to help Hikari live a normal, happy life. We have a wonderful pediatric pharmaceutical team who can help you through the process of getting her on the medications.”

She couldn’t believe it. They thought she was sick, just because she could see curses and they couldn’t?

“Will they help?” her father asked.

“Eventually. It can take a few weeks for a medication to really take effect, and even then it may take time to find the right medications to help your daughter. But in time, yes.”

“Then we’ll do it. Tell us who we should talk to.”

Gojo wasn’t greeted in the standard way when he got to the Saito house. Usually, Hikari would shriek his name loud enough to wake the dead and jump at him, and he’d be waiting to catch her. That was how it had gone every visit for the two and a half years he’d known her, save those first few visits when she was still getting used to him.

But she wasn’t there.

“Hi, Satoru,” Kouta called from his office. “Emika’s out right now, and I’ve got to get a few things done so I can’t chat right now, but Hikari’s in her room.”

“Thanks. Hope the work goes smoothly,” he responded, stepping into his slippers. Normally, she’d have been down by now. It was concerning, but her father knew where she was so it couldn’t have been too bad.

He climbed the stairs to the small second floor, made up of three bedrooms and a bathroom. Hikari’s room was to the right of the stairs, across the hall from what had become his room. Her parents’ room was on the opposite side of the stairs, and the bathroom across from that.

He knocked on her door, opening it before she could respond. “Heya, bean sprout. Missed you at the door. Everything al-”

No. No, everything was definitely not alright.

Hikari was sitting on her bed, hugging her knees and staring at nothing. She didn’t even look up when he walked over, though she startled out of her daze when he sat next to her.

“Hey, Hikari, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Nothing,” she said quietly. More quietly than he’d heard her talk since she first introduced herself.

“Is it because I was gone? I know I promised not to disappear again, but this was a really big assignment and-”

“It’s not. It’s just the medicine.” That did not sound good.

“Medicine?” he asked tentatively, leaning down to try and get a look at her face. It was completely blank, and she still hadn’t looked at him.

“Mhm. The doctors said I have some kind of head sick, so they said I have to take this medicine.”

“What’s the medicine supposed to do?”

“It’s to get me to stop seeing the curses. I started taking them right before you left.” Dammit. Dammit all, no! He was gone for a month, and they’d drugged her!

“It doesn’t work,” she continued, completely unaware of how Gojo felt like he was breaking down next to her. “I still see them. But I can’t fight them. I try, but it’s hard to get the cursed energy to work. I even stopped seeing the lines-”

“Lines?”

“They were so pretty,” and she cracks a smile for the first time the whole conversation. It was so small and fragile, the complete opposite of those smiles that were usually so big and bright and always there.

“Everyone had them, even curses. If I watched them, I could tell how people felt. With curses it was harder, but I could tell when they were going to move. And with Aunty, I could see them move when she showed me a technique.”

That sounded like the start of a technique. It must have started to come in shortly after he left for that assignment. Sure, there were a few odd things about it, but he’d had the Six Eyes his whole life. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to the oddities of a visual-perception technique.

“And you can’t see those anymore?” She shook her head, the smile fading.

“They’re gone. I don’t get headaches anymore from always seeing them, but I miss them.”

“You… you said you couldn’t fight the curses. Why?” Her face started to screw up, and he saw tears prickling in her eyes.

“I can’t get it to work. Sometimes I can get the cursed energy to work, but most of the time I can’t get enough, or I get too much and it hurts me, too. I can’t even get a barrier up, so they keep hurting me and I can’t stop them. But the worst is that I… I can’t tell if they’re real.”

This… was bad. Worse than what he’d feared, and he hadn’t even known what he thought was going on at the start of this conversation. He had no idea what to do besides sit there like a moron and listen.

“Sometimes… it’s like everything is all fuzzy. Like nothing is real. Like not even I’m real. Sometimes there’s a curse around, and before I can tell if it’s real or not it’s bit me or scratched me or knocked me over.”

He can’t bear to hear any more. He just scoops her into his lap and holds her. She doesn’t sob, but he feels the tears as she presses herself into him, like she thinks if she stays that close then he can make it all stop.

But he can’t. He’s the strongest sorcerer, and he can’t do anything to help her.

Except… maybe he can do one thing.

“Let me show you something?” She nods and pulls away. He holds a hand out in front of her, sticking up one finger. He lets a small bit of cursed energy flow into the tip of it, and it starts to spark.

“It doesn’t take hardly any cursed energy to do this. If you can get a tiny amount of cursed energy and focus it on your fingertip,” he flips one of her hands over so her palm is facing up, and carefully taps her wrist. It sends a jolt through her, and for a moment she looks awake.

“You can do that. I don’t know if it will help you tell about the curses, but it should at least help ground you. Help you feel real.”

He watches her try, sees the way her own finger sparks before she taps it to her wrist and jolts again. But the wakefulness fades from her gaze almost as quickly as it appeared.

“It does.” She’s quiet for a minute, before she turns to look him in the eyes. “Uncle Toru? The doctors are wrong, right? I’m not… I’m not sick. Curses are real, right? You can see them too?”

“Yeah, bean sprout. They’re real, and I can see them. You aren’t crazy, or sick, or whatever they told you. I’m sorry I can’t help you any more than that.”

“It’s okay,” she says, leaning in to hug him again. “At least I know for sure.”

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idk if you’re doing oc-reader requests. But uh…yeah

could you do a Yandere fyodor with a reader inspired by my oc, Nera?

the gist is, she’s the guardian of the book(the one everyone wants). However, she has a deep rooted loyalty to the agency. The only thing rivaling that loyalty, would be her love for Sigma, one of the few she views as family. She’s distrustful of people, but still nice to people she knows and likes. Her ability allows her to feel the emotions of others, but she’s very sensitive to it. She usually wears mostly back formal wear, liking pants better so she can defend herself if need be

[A.N.: Sorry for being so late, I've been busy with midterms. Hope you like it!]

Rat And Mouse

Tw: Yandere, kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of murder and torture.

Nobody knew about your connection to the Book.

It was something you’d never discussed - not with the agency, despite your loyalty to them; not even with Sigma, though he’d been born of its pages. You’d kept your head down, continuing to pretend that you were just another Agency member, just an ordinary person with a near-useless Ability. It was worth more than your life if anyone found out.

And yet somehow, Fyodor did.

You cowered before him as much as you could while tied to a chair. Though the room was cold, your skin was slick with sweat, hair hanging loose around your face. Your head was still a little fuzzy, but you were certain you’d been chloroformed in your apartment.

The man sitting before you smiled serenely, one leg crossed over the other.

“Be calm, dorogaya,” he said.

You grimaced. Your ability allowed you to feel other peoples’ emotions, yet you could sense nothing from him. Not anger, nor excitement, nothing.  It was as though he wasn’t a real person, but an empty doll with blank eyes and an unsettling smile.

It was unnatural, inhuman, and utterly terrifying.

“What do you want?” you said, trying to keep your voice from quavering.

Fyodor spread out his pale fingers. “Come now, I know they do not hire idiots at your Agency. Do you believe I do not know about your connection to the Book?”

Your heart leapt to your throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to inject as much confusion as you could into your voice.

Fyodor smiled. “How disappointing.”

He stood up. You’d never seen Fyodor Dostoevsky in person before. In photos he’d seemed unimpressive – a pale, thin man with lanky hair and a tired expression. But what those pictures had failed to capture was the malice of his demeanour, the aura of darkness that hung around him. It was almost palpable, making your flesh crawl as he came closer.

“Please,” you said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just an innocent—”

“—secretary? Forgive me, but I do not believe you.”

You tensed as he placed a hand upon your face, expecting blinding pain before the oblivion of death overtook you. But nothing happened. His hand was ice-cold, but nothing else.

“I said to be calm,” he murmured. “I am not looking to kill you.” To your horror and confusion, he ran his hand through your hair in an almost gentle caress. “You are very beautiful. I should have noticed a piece of such monumental importance earlier.”

“I-I-” you began, “I’m not ly-”

“Ah, please do not. Sigma has already told me everything, so there is no need for you to lie any further.”

No. A leaden weight dropped in your stomach. Sigma wouldn’t have - he couldn’t have! ‘But he could,’ a treacherous voice in your head reminded you, ‘his Ability allows him to extract information from people with a touch, remember?’

You looked up to meet Fyodor’s indifferent gaze. “You’re lying.”

He shrugged. “Believe what you wish, dorogaya,” he said.

Then he turned and left the room.

You exhaled, mind racing a mile a minute. Sigma wouldn’t have betrayed you, even if he did have the ability to do so. He hated Fyodor, and had no reason to work with him ever since the Vampire Incident. But then, the only other person who’d known your secret was your ex – actually your first, and only – boyfriend, whom you hadn’t seen in several years, and whom Fyodor had no reason to contact unless he’d already suspected you of hiding something. And the only thing which would give him cause was...

‘No,’ you firmly told yourself. ‘It wasn’t Sigma. He would never betray me like that! I trust him with my life. Fyodor must have found out... some other way.’

You shook your head vehemently to convince yourself. It didn’t matter much at the moment anyway. What was more important was the fact that Fyodor would use you to find the Book. Though you were its Guardian, you possessed no supernatural link to it, only the knowledge of its location. Something that he could draw from you through torture.

You looked around. It was a small room. There was no window, no clock, no way to gauge the time. Fyodor had tied you up rather cruelly; the rope binding your wrists had been looped around your neck, so that you were forced to keep your arms bent at an unnatural angle to avoid strangling yourself. Your eyes welled with tears as the full extent of your plight hit you. Fyodor was a madman, a cruel and barbaric terrorist no matter how mildly he acted. Your ability was useless, your fighting skills non-existent - how were you going to get out of this alive?

‘Its fine,’ you told yourself. ‘The Agency will know that I’m missing. They’ll find me. I just have to hold it out till then.’

Your arms were burning, sweat beating your brow, when Fyodor returned.

“Ah, my bird has kept herself on her toes,” he said, as mildly as though he’d caught you in some trivial task. “I am glad my arrangement was not beyond your capabilities.”

“What do you want?” you said through gritted teeth. “I’m not telling you where the Book is no matter how matter what you do, so just forget about it.”

“No? That is quite the bold claim. Are you not afraid that I will hurt you?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You swallowed. “No matter how much you t-torture me or whatever. I’m not telling you anything.”

Fyodor nodded, looking only mildly disappointed. “I admire your resilience.” He reached for your hair again, running his fingers through it to straighten it out. “There is a lot about you that is to… admire.”

His words sent a chill down your spine. Fyodor movements were gentle, almost tender – more suited to a lover than to a lunatic. You tried to pull your head out of reach, only for him to pause with a raised brow.

“You do not like it?” he said. “Apologies.”

He stepped away. You followed his movements nervously as he began fiddling with the things on the sideboard. “Tell me,” he began, as there was the clink of glass, followed by the sound of pouring liquid. “Determined as you are to keep the location of the Book from me – what makes you think I do not already know?”

“What?”

You started. Fyodor turned back to you, a full wine-glass in his hand.

“Would you like something to drink?” he said, proffering the glass to you.

“No,” you said distractedly, ignoring the dryness in your throat. “What do you mean, you already know? You know where the Book is?”

Fyodor slowly took a sip of the wine as he strolled over to you. That faint, awful smile danced upon his bloodless lips as he leaned closer. “Well, we have used a page from it before,” he said softly. “Did you not wonder where and how we got it?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Your position as Guardian meant that you knew the Book’s location, but you had no way of knowing if someone had removed it from its place. If Fyodor had somehow found it…

“Ah, I have agitated you. I am sorry for that.” He held out the glass to you once again. The wine smelled enticing; it was a deep red colour, almost the rich red of blood in the dim light. Yet your stomach roiled at the sight of it. Fyodor had the Book… if Fyodor had the Book, then the world was already as good as done for.

You met his soulless eyes, and dropped your gaze to the floor.

“You’re lying,” you said miserably, trying to think of what to do next. It was your worst nightmare; to be battling wits against one of the smartest terrorists in the world.

“Why would I lie?” Fyodor casually circled behind you, tracing a finger across the rope around your neck. You braced yourself yet again, imagining his finger slicing your throat.

“If you already had the Book, you wouldn’t need me,” you said, biting back the scream that threatened to erupt from your lips. “You’d already be halfway already to your next awful scheme.”

“Oh?” He ran his fingers along the base of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “And what makes you think that you are not part of that scheme?”

‘It can’t be.’ Your heart drummed painfully against your ribs. The door before you seemed to dance, the shadows in the corners laughing at your misfortune. “You – I’m only as important as the Book. The only reason you could want me is because of the Book. There’s no other reason.”

“Before the vastness of God, everybody is insignificant. But for sinners such as us, there might be other reasons.”

Something simmered beneath your skin, a faint flicker of an emotion so dark, so twisted, it made you feel ill.

Desire.

Lust.

Obsession.

It disappeared in a flash, as though dragged back into the void.

“I will give you a chance to make your own decision,” Fyodor murmured from behind you. There was a soft swish, and the pressure on your neck and wrists slackened. You slowly pulled your hands to your lap, realizing what had happened.

“You’re letting me go?”

Fyodor stepped back into your field of vision. “I told you; I am giving you a chance to make your own decision.” He pointed at the door. “You wish to leave? Leave.”

You stared at him, alarm bells ringing in your head. “What are you planning? You’re planning something.”

He smiled that awful, soulless smile of his. “It would not do to reveal all of my secrets, yes? You must figure out some things for yourself.”

You looked from him to the door, then back. There was no point in arguing with him. Fyodor hadn’t become who he was by being honest or transparent. There wasn’t a chance in hell that this wasn’t part of some elaborate strategy – but this was also your only chance to escape.

You stood up slowly, joints stiff after the prolonged restraint. “I don’t – whatever you’re planning,” you began guardedly, as you began backing towards the door, “but you’d better drop it. I’m not so stupid as to lead you to the Book.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to be.”

“So—” You broke off as you bumped into the door. You were wasting time. Fyodor watched as you fumbled with the doorknob, making no attempts to stop you. His eyes – those empty, all-knowing eyes – chilled you to the bone. You looked away as you flung open the door, fleeing the room. There was a narrow corridor that led down a flight of stairs, but you barely paid your surroundings any heed in your desperation to leave. 

‘I have to get to the Agency,’ you thought. ‘I have to tell them about the Book. And I need to go check up on the Book, see if it is still safe. It has to be – I’d have known otherwise!’

But an awful thought hit you just as you reached the front door. What if Fyodor did have the Book?

“What is it?”

Fyodor spoke from behind you. You jumped; you hadn’t realized he’d caught up to you.

“Nothing.” You spun towards him, hand still gripping the door-knob. “I – stay away from me!”

He raised his hands in a placating gesture. “I have done nothing,” he said. “That door is unlocked; you are free to leave. Why do you not do so?”

“Because you brought me here!” Wrung by a sudden jolt of anxiety, you threw open the door. A blast of cold wind hit you; it was night, a chill wind howling through the trees. A snow-covered landscape surrounded you, a foreign horizon visible from the distance.

“Where are we?” you said with dread.

“Siberia.” Fyodor cocked his head. “I did bring you here. But even I can make mistakes sometimes, can I not? Or do you consider me incapable of fault?”

“No! But—” Your head spun. You hadn’t drunk the wine; you hadn’t ingested anything back in the room. Were you still suffering the aftereffects of having been drugged? Or had Fyodor done something to you?

“But you said that I was part of your scheme,” you said, rubbing your temple. “Don’t tell me you realized your mistake in the last five minutes. So it stands to reason that letting me go is part of your plan.”

“Is it? What if you’ve already told me what I need to know?”

“Because I haven’t told you anything!”

“Haven’t you?”

“I—” You ground your teeth. You didn’t know. You didn’t know what Fyodor wanted. But if he was simply done with you then he would have killed you, which meant that letting you go was part of his plan. He was either hoping for you to lead him to the Book, or he was somehow using you to get to the Agency. There was no way to tell unless you wrenched it out of him.

You looked at him, and felt yet again, that faint prickle of desire radiating off of him. He claimed to be a human… and humans were capable of more than just fault. They could hunger, for more than just food or water. They could desire, and be swayed by it.

“You… want me,” you said slowly.

Fyodor smiled. “The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil fight; and the battlefield is the heart of man.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Is it not obvious?”

It wasn’t. The only obvious thing was that he trying to trick you, to manipulate you somehow. Whether or not Fyodor was attracted to you – and the idea made you both want to laugh and scream – his main motive was the Book and the eventual destruction of the world.

‘I can’t stand against him,’ you thought. ‘If I try to foil him directly, he’d crush me. But if I stay close to him, I may be able to get a hint of his plans, enough to take down the Decay of Angels for good. I could just pretend that I’m f-falling for him or something. So long as I don’t reveal anything about the Book, it’ll be fine.’

It was a sickening thought. The very idea of staying close to Fyodor filled you with dread; pretending to be his lover was straight-up repulsive. And the longer you stayed with him, the more you were at his mercy.

But you were a member of the Agency. And you were a Guardian of the Book. And if that meant putting your life on the line, you were willing to do it.

You took a deep breath.

“You want me,” you said, fighting down the panic clawing in your chest. “That’s why you brought me here. And you’re letting me go because—?”

“I brought you here in a fit of passion, but it is obvious that you don’t want to be with me. And I do not want a woman to submit to me by force.”

“That’s considerate of you,” you said carefully. “But I hope it isn’t a lie. You really have no interest in the Book?”

His smile widened. “Even if I swear on my life that I am not lying, would you believe me?”

‘Fair point.’ “So if I walk away, you’d just let me go?”

Fyodor gestured towards the snow-covered woods in response.

You bit your lip. “And how far are we from the nearest airport? How am I to get home?”

“Are you really asking me that?” he said, raising a brow.

“I don’t fancy travelling through the snow at night by myself. Your guidance is as good as flailing around blind.”

He inclined his head. “True. Well, we are far from the nearest city, at least a couple of days on foot. In any case you would find it difficult to go home from there — you have no documents on you, after all.” He slyly cocked his head to the side. “My private transport will be here in a couple of weeks; you are welcome to stay with me until then.”

The revulsion deepened. But you forced yourself to nod politely. “Then… I guess I have no choice but to stay.”

“A difficult decision.”

“But—”

The words stuck in your throat. How could you talk about living with a murderous psychopath like him? How could you simply state your demands as though hashing out a deal with a roommate?

Fyodor stepped up to you, leaning to whisper in your ear. “Do not worry, dorogaya,’ he said softly, his breath tickling your ear. “I will not force you in any manner. Anything you do will be entirely by your own will.”

You shivered. His presence pressed upon you like a shroud. ‘This is just a game,’ you reminded yourself. ‘A game of cat and mouse. Just play along for a while and you can bury this guy.’

“Thank you,” you said out loud. “Could you please step aside?”

Fyodor pulled away. You threw a glance over your shoulder, at the stars twinkling in the night sky. Then, squaring your shoulders, you stepped into the Rat’s Lair.

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Heroes | November 6th, 1983

steve harrington x oc

(this entry contains: pining, yearning, slow burn, teen angst, unrequited love, childhood best friends, best friends, friends with benefits, sex, drugs, rock-n-roll, smoking, drinking, david bowie, vampires, potentially erotic soccer playing, dungeons, dragons, and the incurable desire to be known)

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from the diary of Sara Henderson: writer, actor, biter, striker, team player, good with kids

dedicated to her brother, Dustin, and her best friend, Steve. may they never, ever read this!

if you have made it this far, why not go the extra mile and return this diary to sara henderson? 

November 6th, 1983

Crying wolf has become second nature to me. People are inclined to believe you when you’re confident enough in what you say. Soon enough, you’ll start to believe it yourself. Most of my life revolves around playing pretend. That’s how I have to live for now. Look at me… False alarm.

Halloween was a week ago but I feel like I’ve been hit by an aftershock. No amount of aspirin is soothing the pounding in my head. It makes the 20 steps from the front door to my car feel like a mile. Can you be hungover for a week? I’m probably just devastatingly tired. Maybe I should find time in my schedule for a moment to breathe. Do I have enough time between my cigarette at lunch and study hall? 

Tonight, I drive slower and play music quieter than usual through the neighborhood, attempting to get the most out of my alone time. It’s a short drive, only time for one song each way. I pick on the way there, Dustin decides on the way back. Unfortunately for him, I’ve rigged this system by only bringing one tape in the car. So for now, Modern Love is on as loud as I can handle. I’ve been replaying this tape since I got it as a very belated birthday gift. I’m sure Dustin is getting tired of it. He doesn’t like Bowie as much as I do. He says no one does. That’s why Steve got me the cassette. As long as he has known me, he has known David Bowie. It used to be that I was forcing it onto him, but he’s come to enjoy it. Well… when he’s not too busy. 

I could probably do this drive blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. The Wheeler’s don’t live far from us. If Dustin isn’t at home or school, he’s in that basement with his friends. I’ve been there a million times. Mom insists that if it’s too late, I have to pick Dustin up. I don’t mind it, but her overprotection of him has been cast onto me. 

When I pull up to the house, the sprinklers are on in the front yard, splashing my car. The boys are heading into the garage as I park at the bottom of the driveway. They’re talking loud enough for me to hear as I roll down my window.

“There’s something wrong with your sister” Dustin proclaims as blunt as ever. Have I influenced him enough yet?

“What are you talking about?” Mike responds. 

“She’s got a stick up her butt” I’m not sure if they haven’t noticed me or if they just don’t care. They're in their own world as usual.

“Yeah. It’s because she’s been dating that douchebag Steve Harrington.” Lucas chimes in. I can’t help but laugh. He’s not wrong, but what does he know about Steve?

“Yep, she’s turning into a real jerk.” Dustin says before Mike cuts in. 

“She’s always been a real jerk. You know, your sister is actually cool.” They turn to me. They did notice.

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” He jokes as I get out of the car. 

“Ouch, Dustin.” I feign offense and the boys laugh. 

They all hop on their bikes, ready to head home. 

“Goodnight.” I wave to them as I open my trunk for Dustin’s bike as he heads down to the car.

“I’m actually gonna ride home. I wanna race Will there. Winner gets a comic.” He turns to his friend.

“Any comic?” Will's eyes lit up at Dustin's offer.

“Don’t make me the bad guy.” I’m only half joking.

“Sorry.” He shrugs.

“It’s late and it’s freezing. I’ll drive Will home too.” Will turns to Dustin at my offer, seemingly indifferent. He’s always been one to follow his friends' lead. Not in a bad way, it’s endearing.

“Now that my honor and a comic are on the line? No way.” He protests and, hesitantly, I oblige.

“Fine. Just don’t complain when you get home.” I get back into the car. “And don’t tell mom that I let you do this.” 

“Yeah, alright.” The two start to ride off.

“See you soon. Goodnight, Will.” I wave to them as they speed off. Will gives a small wave before taking off far past Dustin. Oh well, this just means another moment alone. The garage lights flicker as I start to drive off. My music starts to crackle before resuming as normal.

I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder

Saw the stars crashing

I only see Dustin and Will again once they reach the house. Will continues on after defeating Dustin. 

“What’d you lose?” I ask as I open the garage.

“My X-Men 134” There’s a defeated tone to his voice.

“Bummer.” I softly nudged him into the house. I head straight to the kitchen. 

 “Did you eat?” He nods. I offer him a bucket of popcorn.

“Well I brought this from work if you want any” 

“Thanks.” He dips into the bucket and takes a handful. We’ve been quieter with each other lately. No fault on either of our parts. I just think there are things we want to keep to ourselves now. I grab a Coke from the fridge and cut the almost awkward silence.

“I was thinking about watching a movie, if you’re interested.”

He thinks for a moment, genuinely. “I would… but I have homework.” 

“Excellent point my dear scholar. You’d better get to it.” I respond, nudging him.

“One night this week for sure.” He promises, I nod.

“Maybe even at the theater. Employee perks.” 

“Roger that.” With that, he disappears into this room. 

Another event for my never ending schedule. Movies with Dustin. Probably after practice, but before I call Steve, hoping he answers. And wouldn’t you know it, it’s that time now. I lock up the house and turn the lights out. The phone that sits on my desk waits for my inevitable return to dial my most frequently called number. It’s like the flip of a coin if he will answer or not. Heads: he answers. Tails: he’s making out with Nancy Wheeler. The line rings, once… twice…

“Hello.” Heads!

“Second ring? You must have been waiting for someone to call.” I tease.

“I wasn’t. I was just near the phone.”

“Mhm. Well we have that History project this week. I’ll give you a copy of my notes tomorrow.” He groans. Not exactly the academic type like myself or Dustin.

“You just have to look them over, maybe make some revisions, give me some input.”

“Yeah, fine. I got it.” 

“Good… You were totally waiting for Nancy to call.” I laugh.

“Shut up.”

“You’re welcome by the way. Couldn’t have done it without me. My charm. My connections.”

“Connections? Yeah, your brother being friends with her brother isn’t exactly impressive.”

 “You are impossible.” 

“Well look where I learned it.”

“Then I guess I am a damn good teacher.” He laughs. Finally, I haven’t heard him laugh much recently. This is the most fruitful conversation in weeks, and that isn’t saying much. I make fun of him, he makes fun of me. We know we’re joking and life goes on. Whatever keeps it from being awkward. I’m only occasionally known for my ego, but I think he needs me. Neither of us will ever admit it, but we rely on each other. 

“Alright, Striker. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“You never know.”

“Goodnight.” He insists.

“Goodnight, Steve.” Setting down the phone, I always make sure to be the one to hang up. Some sort of habit or instinct I guess. 

Striker

I guess if I said I’d have the notes tomorrow, I should finish the notes. Light a candle, put on some music, and write.

wait a minute, baby

stay with me awhile

[peachhcs]

Not a request but I wasn’t sure if here or dm was the best way to reach you

I’ve been thinking about starting a Connor Bedard x OC au. I’ve been reading both your Will and Macklin au and I really love your work and your world building. Do you have any tips on like how you put together your worlds and keep your stories together especially since you don’t necessarily write in order.

aww!! that’s so sweet! of course i can give some tips or at least try to haha

i usually have a basis of what i want the au to revolve around like a few key points that i build off of from there. for example, the samy and will au, i knew i wanted them to be childhood best friends and i basically already had in mind how they got together and what led them to figuring out their feelings if you look back at the au timeline and background post. i try to keep that pretty simple and broad so i have room to expand it out.

a lot of what i write comes from what people want me to write and then i kind of expand on it from there! i didn’t know i was gonna make a wonder years series in the samy and will au, it just kind of came to me and i’ve been building that part of the au off based off of what i established in the beginning of samy and will.

for like the main imagines, i usually try to follow that closely with the real life timeline going on rn and then whatever people request. the blurbs are more for jumping back and forth between the past and the future and expanding those out more if that makes sense? so like basically don’t try to think too hard about the history of the characters yet and just kind of let that play out as you write the present moments at first.

i also just try to remember what i write about so when i write something new it doesn’t conflict with what i’ve already established in the au (which means rereading and looking back on my work a lot LOL)

honestly it’s all up to you! i love world building and i’ve found that i (and all the anons who send in requests) come up with really great ideas as the story progresses for things like the wonder years and then in the future as i write! i also try to do a little research about the actual people like will, mack, gabe, ryan, etc. so when i talk about their histories it’s still somewhat accurate to the real timeline (like ive written about mack going to shattuck when we was younger, will going to catholic school before usntdp) which just kind of pulls real life into the au and make it more like..homey and comforting i guess?

this is probably SOO much, but i hope it makes sense and it’s helpful!! my dms are also always open to chat if you wanna talk more or need anymore advice!! :)) i love writing and am always full of ideas!! (this also applies to anyone else who wants to reach out or needs tips!!) 😊😊😊

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

Good Morning council it’s been a while

@xerith-42 @gonedreaminggg @cinnamontoastcroonch

I wanted to talk more specifically about what happens to certain SK characters after Shad’s eventual death, as well as the difference between premature and full shadow knights. i never really got around to this so i figured now is as good a time as any.

Ok first and foremost, full SKs:

I know some of you had liked the idea of full SKs dropping dead once and for all after Shad’s death, and at first I did too. But then I got to thinking. Technically speaking, they’d already earned their immortality. Yes the rest of their SK abilities were lost, but I like to think they remain immortal, a final gift of sorts from Shad due to their loyalty. Only issues? Well first off, they’re immortal, not invisible. They can still die, they just don’t age. Second, unlike PMSKs, they don’t have half a soul. They have no soul. They’re essentially walking husks of their former selves. They’re basically zombies, wandering the earth aimlessly, with one goal. Finishing their task. For most, like Gene, their task is fulfilling Shad’s wishes. Ie, killing Aphmau and her gang. So, if you were to approach them they’d be extremely aggressive, even if you had nothing to do with Aphmau. These guys would eventually need to be rounded up, they’re too dangerous to be left alone.

As for the few full SKs that weren’t loyal to Shad, (Vincent, Zenix, and Sasha) they’d also be husks, but they’d be non violent (Zenix… for the most part). I’m sure the Phoenix Alliance would probably try to find a cure for them, though I’m sure that’s unlikely.

Then we have the 2 PMSKs that actually died and were resurrected, Vylad and my oc Eseryt (i’m counting her bc she’s canon is my rewrite). Now the only reason they aren’t walking husks is because they never gained their immortality and thus still have the other half of their souls. Only thing is, half a soul has a tough time piloting a body alone. And so, they remain motionless and cold. Not dead, but comatose. Though they’re minds are very aware, moving a million miles a minute, panicking probably. They can very faintly hear and feel the things around them, but it’s muffled and far away. Eventually Eseryt is awoken by being given Kul’Zak’s relic (i’m sorry it’s not vylad 😬), the reason this works is because A) Eseryt is Kul’Zak’s incarnation and B) that relic contained a fragment of Zak’s soul, which was then bestowed upon Es. She’s awake, but less of herself, though not much less of a person, she now has more soul than most SKs.

Now Vylad is different. In order to wake him they needed to travel to the Yggdrasil Forest and convince the elder and council to left them have a sapling. This was very hard to do. The only real reason they eventually gave in was because these people had just vanquished the one thing that was a threat to all of them. Anyway, a ritual is preformed and Vylad awakens, also less of himself. He goes on to live a semi normal life, but one night while in a bout of sleeplessness, he unknowingly admits to Garroth that he wishes they wouldn’t have wasted the sapling on him and that he wished they would’ve just killed him. This absolutely shatters Garroth.

And on that cheery note! Laurance!

Now Laury is different. Not only was he premature, but he also never actually died. He was just transformed. Meaning, his body never needed to be resurrected. In the beginning he falls unconscious just like the others, but eventually he wakes up on his own. Though it is a slow process, taking weeks maybe even months for him to get back on his feet. When he first wakes he doesn’t know what’s happening. He’s feverish and scared and barely conscious. Eventually the fever leaves him and he’s left feeling like less of himself. More numb than usual. And he has to come to terms with the fact that he can hardly see or walk, that he’ll never guard again, and that his closest friends the past couple of years are both on their deathbeds and no one knows how to save them (he wakes up quite a bit before vylad and es). His only solis is that he’s finally with Aph and Garroth again, and he can finally meet his daughter.

I’m sorry that was a lot but I had to finally get it all out

thoughts? prayers perhaps?

[generalallxsanjishipper]

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Hi! Welcome.

This is Generalallxsanjishipper's blog

(A long ass nick, I know.)

*stares at the (not many) but 100% "Yes" votes that was in the poll* (How the hell am I supposed to introduce myself? I have no idea, but okay, whatever—)

Killian here! It's not my real name, but it's my art name. I can be called Isa or Bibi as well. My real name is Barbara.

I'm from Italy and I'm a 2001 girl, She/her pronouns, bisexual, introverted, Virgo (too much of a perfectionist sometimes. Ops)

I am a Writer, a Screenwriter and an Artist. I even went to an art school, but the only thing that I learned there is anxiety. Yey.

I love reading. Like tons of books, but for whatever reason I stopped entirely reading books written in Italian and now I'm constantly binge-reading english stuff.

As a Writer, I create tons of Own Characters, yes. I have honestly so many OCs that it's hard to keep track of them between Original Works and Fanfiction. I have to admit that I never wrote as much fanfiction as I'm doing during those last years, mostly for bad experience with criticism in my first fics. But apparently I got over it after randomly starting to write little One Shots of a few different fandoms. It excalated, now.

To read my stuff, you can find me in AO3, Efp and Wattpad under Killian44peeta's nickname. Even as an Artist, you can find me with that nickname on Instagram. I DO NOT have TikTok and I DO NOT intend to have it. If I change my mind, it's gonna rain for months lol.

I have many, many fandoms.

Listing them all is impossible, but my obsessions usually stuck the most when I have a "main crush" in said fandom. If not, they are fleeting at best... And usually the same main crush is the one that I ship with most people (Not always though).

Yep. I'm a multishipper, pro LGBTQ+ and I love polyamorous relationships.

When I hate a ship, I just hate it. No matter how hard you try to change my mind. Still, I'm of the "live and let live policy" because, damn, ship wars are boring and if you dislike something, YOU BLOODY IGNORE IT.

YOU DO NOT STUPIDLY FIGHT SOMEONE AND SAY TO THEM TO K*LL THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY DO NOT SHIP YOUR PAIRING. THOSE PEOPLE YOU SHIP DO NOT EXIST. THEY ARE JUST A WRITER'S FANTASY. NO NEED TO BE SO STUPIDLY CHILDISH. JUST CALM DOWN.

*takes a deep breath*

Thanks.

A few examples of my main crushes:

Animated ones first.

Sanji, Corazon, Reiju and Vivi (One Piece), Douxie (Tales of Arcadia), Zuko (Avatar), Mika (Owari No Seraph), Levi, Jean and Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin), Akashi and Kise(Kuroko no basket), Gwen (Total Drama), Megara (Hercules), Dark Bloom (Winx Club), Hijikata (Gintama), Hyoga, Eden, every Virgo Saint ever except Shun (Saint Seiya+), Shiro and Pidge (Voltron), Lust and Roy(Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood)

Not animated crushes (directly the person, not the role, because if not the list would be sooo much longer, ok)

Daniel Sharman, Danielle Campbell, Colin O'donoghue, Richard Armitage, Ian Somerhalder, Josh Hutcherson, Zoe Kravitz, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Ellis, Hayden Christensen, Bridgette Mendler

(am I forgetting someone? Probably. Sorry)

Welp. I dunno what else to say. Hope you have fun inside my blog? If you wanna be friends (chat here, on Discord, WhatsApp... ) and ask questions I'm okay with it? If you wanna talk with me about (my, yours) stories, I'm DEFINITELY okay with it.

:D I love to rant about fanfictions and original works. I love ranting about ocs and headcanon about characters. Yes.

(do not kill me if I don’t answer immediately, I have a life/I need time to draw/I need time to write)

Bye.

-Killian