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the-cinnamontography-is-amazing · 5 months ago

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I'm thrilled to bring my first submission to @blind-dates-fest! Thank you to the wonderful @mercurygray for hosting this event! I've been saying forever we need more women in the OSS around here, so for the Band of Brothers fandom, I'd like to introduce my OC, Charlie Ayres! Here's a little vignette between her and our favorite S-2 officer, Nix, guest starring Harry Welsh. This is my first time diving into fanfic, so what better way to test the waters? I also love any chance to info dump about the OSS. This piece is in 1st POV, and heavily inspired by the song, No Choir by Florence + The Machine. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys!

REPORT: LONDON STATION, OSS: 02/1945 AYRES, CHARLIE (SO) Agent en route to LONDON via MOURMELON, FR. Waiting on contact:

“Un autre verre, Madame?”

“Non, merci.”

My hand was tingling from the lack of circulation as I peeled my big head away—if my big head was smart, I’d down about three more drinks and continue to pretend I was back New York. Springtime, when the final grasps of winter eased up, and a cool breeze would sweep across our faces—before I let myself spiral into a deeper yearning, I stood up from the bar. Perhaps one day, I’ll yearn for this moment too. That’s what frightened me. Would I be able to stop the idealization of a place that I hardly existed in?

“Combien pour la boisson, Monsieur?” I asked the tired bartender.

“Deux, s’il vous plaît.”

I dropped a couple of coins on the counter, and lugged on my coat.

“Merci, Madame. Au revoir.”

“Bonne soirée,” I gave a halfhearted smile, and slipped out onto the corner of the street.

It felt much later than it truly was. The overcast of clouds made the sky darker, illuminating the wet streets in a blue haze, and although it was a bit warmer than yesterday, few people were out enjoying the shitty weather. A few soldiers here and there trying to escape boredom, trying to forget...

I headed down the cobblestone street, around the corner, and up to the hotel I was billeted at. My room was small, and if I was staying for more than two days, I might have gone crazy in the close quarters. I stripped off my coat and uniform jacket, tossing them on the chair in the corner of the room. I wasn’t sure if I should try to sleep, pace around like a caged animal, or stare at the chipped paint on the walls.

I settled on reading, and pulled out a book from my small suitcase—my only form of ‘off duty’ entertainment in these last few months. Intelligence doesn’t offer a lot of closet space. I threw myself on the creaky bed, noticing the dust fly up around the lamp, and opened where I left off. I only made it through the first page before I couldn’t stomach any more fantasy or adventure. Another thing I will miss about my pre-war life, my attention span. It seemed like the only things I could focus on were the timings of detonations, risk analysis, and the intra-political dealings of resistance groups.

I considered a second attempt in fixing the small radio propped on the side table, but I wouldn’t have the option to quit in a rage again. It would be considered in poor taste to show up at the bar for a second time in one evening.

I got up and dug through my bag to pull out a cigarette. I thought I had carefully planned out my stash, but only one laid in the silver case. I had promised myself that I would have the last one on the plane back to London. I didn’t smoke much before the war, and didn’t want to continue after. I don’t think I would be able to bare the taste again, taking my mind back to all those nights I’d rather forget—cheap cigarettes and incendiary powder… I started to get restless, irritated even. I wanted to be in London now, but was also disappointed I’d been called back. I had hoped for some closure for my time here, but it’s all ended with a quiet irreverence.

I walked over to the small window overlooking the street and threw it open for some air. Below, there were a two men enjoying a loud conversation. I didn’t like this aggravation that seemed to plague me over innocuous things. I’ve always been good at focusing my anger towards the things that matter. Maybe that was my problem… I haven’t blown anything up in awhile.

In my attempt to slam the window down, hoping that would grant me the catharsis I needed, a piece of the wooden ledge below the window frame came loose and fell two stories down. The two men jumped behind them starting at the splintered wood, then up at me.

Son of a bitch. I opened up the window again.

“Sorry.” I yelled down to the inquisitive eyes.

I quickly raced out of the room, down the stairs and onto the street while wrestling my jacket, all witnessed by a few concerned citizens as I rounded the corner. I slowed my gait and approached them hovering over the two by four, like they were watching bugs under a rock. I caught the edge of their eagle patches. Paratroopers.

“I’m so sorry, the window…got stuck.” I lied.

The men looked up at me with bright eyes. I braced for impact at the numerous ways this could go. One was shorter than the other, curly blonde hair, a lieutenant. The other man, completely opposite—tall, dark eyes and hair. A captain.

“It’s fine, windows have the tendency to fall out.” The Captain smirked as I picked up the wood.

“It’d be swell if they didn’t while I’m around.” I gazed up, "This is going to be fun to fix."

“Just charge it to Uncle Sam.” He smiled.

“One Sherman, one window…” I muttered. They both seemed to enjoy the joke. I let out a breath and focused back down to the sidewalk.

“Harry Welsh.” The Lieutenant stuck out his hand, wasting no time. “Or should I salute…Captain?” He gazed at my bars on my epaulets.

“Handshake is fine.” I smiled, awkwardly moving the wood piece to my other hand. “Charlie Ayres.”

“Pleasure,” Harry smiled.

“Lewis Nixon.” The Captain extended his hand.

“Hi.” I nodded, returning the pleasantries.

“So what brings you to Mourmelon? You with the WAC’s?” Harry asked.

“I’m with Intelligence, actually. Just passing through.” I bit my lip, wondering if they would actually believe me.

“Boy, you’re in luck,” Harry shook Lewis’ shoulder, ��Nix here is our trusty, S-2 officer.”

“Ah,” I glanced towards the Captain, he was looking down, humbled at his friend’s flattery.

“I’m sure you both have a lot in common,” Harry slyly glanced between the both of us for several uncomfortable seconds.

“Weren’t you on your way to send a letter Kitty?” Lewis teased, breaking the stagnation.

“Yeah, I am.” Harry narrowed his eyes, all too aware of what he was alluding. “I also better go make sure Dick isn’t having a wild night out.”

Lewis laughed, “Yeah right. I’ll catch up with you later.” It seemed like there was a joke between them I was not privy to.

“Captain, pleasure to meet you. Good luck with the window.” He half saluted—almost bowed over for that matter, and turned on his heels.

“Thanks.” I nodded. We awkwardly stood there for a moment, watching Harry fade into the distance. I examined the dumb piece of wood—It’d be a good piece of shrapnel to plant somewhere.

“So, intelligence huh?” Lewis asked. I shifted my weight, pretending like I just wasn’t planning a detailed method of destruction,

“Uh huh—you don't have to stick around on my account, I think I can manage—”

“OSS?” he nodded to the pins on my jacket.

“Well, I’m not SOE.” I quipped.

“Right.” He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing one in between his lips. “I’ve come across a few of you, well not—”

“A woman?”

“Yeah,” he said after a few painful seconds. I don’t think he knew how to respond to my bluntness. He offered the pack over, as to make up for any possible inconsiderations.

“Thanks, I was just teasing.” I stuck one between my own lips. “Though I should be offering you some, since I almost killed you with a window.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time dodging things from the sky, ” he snickered and lit his own, then offered me the light.

“I’m sure.” I took a full drag. “You guys in the 101st got the hell beat out of you.”

“A few times.” His tone was less playful, but still blasé about the whole thing.

“I should also apologize for Market Garden on behalf of intelligence.”

“What?” He laughed with an edge of nervousness, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Actually your grievances should lie more with the British. They didn’t trust the Dutch resistance groups…” I stopped myself from saying anymore out loud. Although the war was pretty much decided at this point, the Germans were still hanging on. I better not test any luck.

“Can’t disagree with that.” The Captain sighed.

“Holland is a great place to jump though. All flat.” I smiled.

“You jumped into Holland?” He turned to me with furrowed eyebrows.

“No,” I took another drag. A smug smile crept across his face, one that all men share when they are proven right.

“I was too busy jumping in and out of France. My Dutch isn’t all that great anyway.” I returned the smug disposition. Outside of bad timing and poor communications, SFHQ sent the Jedburghs in the day of the invasion. No time to mount a true resistance against the Nazis. In France, we spent months coordinating sabotage and resistance after D-Day and beyond. The Netherlands seemed to be the middle child in the invasion of Europe.

“Anyway, doesn’t really matter now,” I snapped back into reality, forgoing my detailed explanation, “There’s nothing wrong with extending things for six more months.” I shrugged.

This time he let out a genuine laugh, “Yeah, wouldn’t want to end the fun.”

He looked ahead, finishing the cigarette while gazing down the street. It seems like we shared the same dark circles under our eyes.

“You wanna get a drink?” He abruptly asked. I quickly looked away to avoid being caught staring,

“Maybe one. I’ve already reached my limit for the night.” I said.

“It’s only six o’clock?” He looked at his watch.

“I like an early start, so by the time happy hour hits, I can go straight to regret.” I dryly said.

“Right, a spy can’t loose their inhibitions.” He teased.

“I’m not a spy—in the technical sense.” I muttered. “But don’t let me stop you, if you had something else planned.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that.” He smiled.

“What did you have in mind?”

“How about that small place around the corner?”

“Would you believe that’s the exact place I reached my limit?” I cocked my head back towards the building.

“You think the bartender took the night off after you left?” He smiled.

I shrugged, “If he’s a good union bartender.”

“I suppose we could go back to my side of town?” He suggested.

“I don’t know, I’m not quite used to…standing out.”

“Why would you? You’re a captain, you jump out of planes?” He reassurance was strangely comforting.

“Right, nothing else unusual about me.” I pondered my options—a bartender that might judge, or some decent quarters to hang out in with the risk of ogling paratroopers. Lewis caught onto my contemplation,

“We can sneak you in the back, if you really don’t want to be noticed. Should be easy for a spy.” He smiled. “I think it’d be fun.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll come if you stop calling me a spy.”

“I didn’t think you were a real spy…in the technical sense?” He quoted me almost perfectly.

“You should know saying that out loud, has the potential to be very compromising.” I snipped.

“You think Germans are around?” He stepped closer. “Next to an airbase full of paratroopers?”

“I see you didn’t watch your training videos.”

“It’s been awhile.” He is charming, I’ll give him that.

“Let me go up and grab my coat,” I realized the wood was still in my hand, “And dispose of this.”

“You need help with the window?”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to come up to safety.”

We made our way back around the corner,

“So is Charlie a nickname?” He asked.

“Yeah, I don’t like Charlotte.” I said. “And it also lets me…blend in more, on paper at least.”

“Makes sense. How long are you here for?”

“Uh, until tomorrow night.”

“Then to?”

“Back to London, the states, maybe east, I don’t know.” I had a feeling my field work would be over and I’d be stuck in a lab with Dr. Lovell or at that uppity country club, training men who won’t listen.

“Damn, no jumping into Berlin?”

“Afraid not.” I exhaled.

“I’ll send a postcard.”

“I’ll be looking out for it.” I looked down, trying not to smile too much. It felt strange… We got back to the hotel, and I ran into the receptionist on our way up the stairs.

“Ah Madame, je suis désolé pour la fenêtre…” I quickly explained what happened as Lewis lingered a few steps behind me. The woman was very forgiving, even apologetic. She took the wood, and of course, her face was painted with that specific look of judgement, while passing Lewis on the stairs. That would not be happening tonight. Lewis looked a little embarrassed himself.

"You have good accent." he said.

"Thanks. It could be better."

"Better than mine." He confessed.

We continued up the stairs and to my room. The door was locked,

“Shit,” I dug around my trouser pockets.

“Do you have a key?” He asked.

“Yeah, in there.” I sighed. “It must’ve latched while I ran out.”

“Should we call after the woman?”

“Let me see if I can break in first.” I started to jiggle the door handle. “Oh, so the window falls apart but not the door?” I groveled, as I shoved my shoulder into it.

“Let me try.” Lewis offered, attempting the same move to no avail.

“You’ve gotta have some sort of spy gadget on you, right?” He smirked.

I glared at him while I was already pulling out a hairpin. I knelt down and started picking the lock.

“Did they teach you that, or was that a prerequisite skill?” He continued. Despite many fellow members of the OSS having nefarious backgrounds, the principle of the comment irritated me,

“No, they taught me, but if you must know, I have a background in engineering. Picking the lock was the easiest option, sans blowing off the door.”

I got it unlatched and kicked open the door, obnoxiously waving my hand, gesturing for him to enter.

“Engineering, huh?” He said, while walking in. He seemed to be impressed.

“Yeah, know any?” I quipped, following him into the room.

“I may have studied some of it.”

“Where?” I headed towards the window.

“Yale. You?”

I was glad the sound of the window closing covered any physical cringe I may have shown due to my under-assumption, Of course he comes from wealth...I turned back towards him,

“Cornell. Physics and chemistry—on a scholarship.” I didn’t want him to think my parents bought my way in. I was proud of working my way up from nearly nothing. “I was working on my doctoral degree when this all broke out.”

He whistled, “Impressive.”

“Cause I’m not a man?” I laughed, grabbing my coat off the chair.

“No, not at all.” he started to get flustered. “I mean, good for you. That’s great.”

I was being unfair, he has been nothing but gracious. I’m always primed for a knee-jerk reaction.

“Thanks. Did you like engineering?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was alright,” He didn’t seem interested in talking about himself. I had no interest either. For once in my life, I was content with inconsequential conversation.

“But let me guess,” he followed up, “You’re in demolitions?”

“Something like that.” I narrowed my eyes, I don’t enjoy guessing games.

“Don’t worry, I won’t pry. Classified information.” He mocked.

“Physical sabotage is only a small part of my work, even if could tell you, there isn’t a whole lot of interest to share.”

“Oh I’m sure there’s at least one crumbled bridge in Europe with your name on it.” He mused.

There were buildings, modes of transportation, even people, all with my name on them. I shook my head, as if I could erase it all.

“Only one bridge, but that was a group effort.” I admitted.

He enjoyed the comment, “I don’t know, that’s pretty interesting.”

“I appreciate the support.” I let out a quiet, involuntary laugh as I took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I hardly remember doing it.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you will when this is all over.”

“That’s a frightening thought.”

“Oh I know.” He took a few steps over and sat in the chair. “It’ll make for a good story.”

“I’m not going to be in any history book.” I relaxed, fumbling with the buttons on my coat.

“You could write it yourself?” He suggested.

“And do you, Captain Nixon, have a desire to write a book?” I leaned towards him, lifting the corner of my mouth.

“Why would I write about all this? Then I’d have to re-read it.” He scoffed.

“I don’t know, for someone else too? Historical representation?” I agreed with his sentiments, but I’d like to think there could be a greater purpose to it all.

“Then what’s stopping you?” He retorted. I knew he was trying to get an answer out of me. I sighed, gazing down to my boots,

“I don’t know. How often do you think the whole story gets told in those books? I’m not good at exaggerating things.”

“There is always some truth to it somewhere.” His gaze was on the edge of the chair, fidgeting with the old threads.

“I’m not so sure I could do that either.” I furrowed my eyes, forming my lips into a straight line. “I’m too good at censoring my own thoughts.” I attempted to laugh to lighten the mood, but instead it was just a shaky exhale.

“Yeah, better to forget the details...” His smile slowly faded into a stark indifference, but his eyes gave away something deeper. We said nothing for several moments.

His eyes soften as he caught my gaze. I almost felt like I was standing in front of a mirror; two sets of brown eyes, dark circles...two people so deeply indulged in their own delusions, as if that would protect our sanities. Then again, maybe I'm just projecting myself... He looked away after a moment, I think he was becoming unsettled.

“Well,” I sprung up, breaking the silence, “Here is to forgetting. Shall we start?”

“Good idea—” Lewis stopped the upright momentum and reached behind his back, “What’s this?” He held up the green, baseball sized device.

“A beano.” I said matter of factly. It must’ve fallen out of my coat pocket.

“Looks like a grenade.” He quickly stood up, following me to the door.

“Cause it is.” I put my coat on. He wasn’t concerned per se, but it looked like he was doing a math problem. Causal concentration to his predicament.

“It’s a dud, I’m pretty sure.” I smiled, I knew it was safe, but I wondered if I could pull any other emotion or reaction out of him.

“Pretty sure?” He laughed, eyes still narrowed on the device.

“It’s a prototype, really. You can pull the top off and everything. Supposed to throw it like a baseball.”

“Model or not, it would get people to listen.” he muttered.

“I would offer it to you but ya know, classified materials.”

“I appreciate the gesture.” He carefully set it on the side table.

“Well, I have been instructed to cooperate with the armed forces.” I smirked, quoting the endless OSS manuals as we stepped out the door.

Notes:

I know first person POV is a little uncommon for fic, but I love getting directly into the heads of characters! I also wanted to make this historically accurate as possible, referencing elements of the OSS and its operations. If anyone wants to learn more about the OSS, especially the role of women in the organization, check out my tag! This is a long piece, so if you make it to the end, thank you so much! 🫶

#I literally have to stop myself from rereading and becoming perfectionist about this so just sending it out as is!#writing #my writing #blind dates fest 2025 #OC Charlie Ayres #band of brothers fandom #bandofbrothersedit

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7frenchfries · 3 months ago

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[ Sally Face Char. Analysis/Headcanons. ]

(Sal, Ash, Larry, Todd/Neil)

ALPHAS BACK W HER SHITTY AU, what i think it would be like if the cult wasn’t involved in their universe (yet) and they got past hs, main cast is estimated to be 18-19/freshman in college since thats how old I was when I first started writing this, i’m a procrastinator leave me alone :( , (some of the HCs will include the main protagonist but i tried to separate them for people who don’t care lmao), Dw tho most of these are just ab the main characters, we're borderlining between canon/non here, erm- can you tell i was watching south park while writing this?, also if u know me irl don’t think ab how hard I'm projecting onto these characters, take a shot everytime i say ‘really’ or ‘just’, you’ll end up on the floor, additional oc's don't have anything rn bc I'm still figuring out the tl so i’m gonna separate them from ppl who don’t wanna read.

( disclaimer: since he's the main story love interest, Sal will eventually have NSFW hcs at the very bottom of his list once i stop feeling embarrassed about it/ will be linked away for ppl who actually wanna check it out/)

My Sally Face playlist if u wanna listen while reading. DONT come at me if you don’t think it’s accurate, I just use it while writing for SF 🐺

My Sally Face Masterlist (WIP)

(additional oc’s sold separately at the bottom)

(Old fanart I made for my fic last year. Can you tell my brain has been infected?)

❅ Sal Fisher.

▪ He’s obsessed with the flavor of mint(?) only buys mint flavored toothpaste, gum, and well- mints. It's not even for his breath (necessarily) he just eats them like candy.

▫ Often had panic/anxiety attacks when he was a kid, it’s a lot better now that he’s gotten older but it used to be very bad before he moved to Nockfell.

(Has never taken Gizmo to professional training, but the felines learned to work/manage around Sals anxiety during an attack and can tell when other people are beginning to get anxious.)

(Bought himself a small cat plushie that looks like Gizmo to hang off his backpack.)

▪ The pink bit of his prosthetic is a piece from his previous mask (the last one was broken from an incident before in Jersey). When Sal and his mom were hospitalized after the attack, Sal chose the color for his mask since he knew pink was his moms favorite and wanted to surprise her when she woke up.

(He never got to show her because she died of organ failure during the recovery period. So now, Sal just keeps his prosthetic mismatched like that to carry around a piece of his mom everywhere.)

▫ Sal can’t really remember the color of his moms eyes, in his memories she’s just a hazy mob of blonde hair and soft smiles, but his dad used to say he had his moms eyes when he was younger.

▪ The best at words of affirmation. He appreciates physical affection (very very very much), but just isn’t used to it. Likes to reassure and praise the people he loves (doesn’t need to be in a romantic sense, he just cares a lot about the people who choose to be in his life, yk?).

▫ Smells like leather, cigarettes, and mints. He doesn’t wear strong cologne since his nose is sort of sensitive around them.

▪ Adapted this habit of staying ungodly still while he sleeps, continues doing it when he first wakes up in the morning too. He literally looks like a corpse and no one can ever tell if he’s actually sleeping or just laying there.

▫ Has a fascination with magic tricks. (sorry guys it the undiagnosed ‘tism) specifically with coins and cards. He carries around a pack of playing cards with him at all times to fidget with (wears baggy jeans/cargo pants with lots of pockets that are always full of things(?)).

(can’t be sneaky AT ALL ‘cause if you hear keys and shit jangling from down the hall, you just know it’s his ass.)

▪ Owns a knife collection and likes to do little tricks with them too. He’s also pretty good at knife throwing but at the expense of hidden holes left around his room due to bad aiming that he covers up with band posters (One time he and Larry played a game of tossing knives at apples stacked on top of each other’s heads and got caught by Lisa. Safe to say that was quickly put to a stop.)

▫ Hard of hearing in his right ear, his auditory nerves are slowly getting worse overtime so he wears a hearing aid. Sometimes if he’s feeling sassy when fighting with Larry, he’ll just take it out and be like “can't hear you,” shrugs and ignores him for like ten minutes (pisses Larry off because he knows Sal can literally hear him just fine from the other ear but he likes being dramatic to prove a point).

▪ Self-proclaimed professional ghost hunter. He has trouble sleeping at night so sometimes he’ll just go to random places and walk around for hours. He finds abandoned buildings or areas that just give off an unsettling vibe and then text the gc his location being like ‘we should ghost hunt here’/‘lots of ghostly aura’.

(for some reason everyone just goes with it more often than not, if they’re available at the time. There’s a duffle bag in the back of Sals truck filled with ‘hunting gear’ the groups accumulated over the years, most of which were just mini-projects Todd made).

▪ Actually has a pretty broad music taste. Only really dabbled in metal before meeting Larry. (listens to Weezer, Larry shits on him for it but he could care less.)

(Deftones changed his life.)

▫ Sleepwear is strictly flannel pants and whatever top is appropriate for the season. (granted, only 1/3rd of his pants are actually his, the rest are stolen from his dad or Larry /pretty sure there's at least one pair of Todds/)

▪ Goes thrifting with Larry high (hits the bong in the car before going in /not based on personal experience lol/).

▫ Owns two pairs of shoes; beat-up old red converse from highschool and some thick black boots (decorated w chains n junk).

▪ Gizmo has a habit he’s adopted from when he was a kitten of hanging off Sals shoulders like a scarf. When Sal was younger (and smaller) he’d do it to choke the boy but now that he’s a bit bigger, Sal just walks around the apartment carrying him casually.

▫ Skateboards but only at night; he’s a fast learner but he’s also a little clumsy so he falls quite a bit. (to get away from all the stares he and Larry /sometimes the gang/ will just go when it’s deserted. Larry takes the opportunity to smoke and draw large murals/ graffiti art on the courses.)

▪ A relatively safe diver. He’ll need a little help with the blindspots if it’s dark out but overall compared to Larry or Ash, he’s a saint.

▫ He does do drugs sometimes (lmao sorry y’all). It's not as bad as it used to be (and trust me, it was bad) but he’s tried a lot of different substances before. It mostly stemmed from being prescribed a shit load of pain meds when he was a kid after his facial surgery.

(He knows it's terrible for him and that he needs to quit but he aches for temporary quick-fixes to distract himself /he’s self aware and it keeps him up at night).

▪ It didn’t really become a habit until highschool and he did a pretty good job at hiding it from his friends until Larry found him unceremoniously passed out in the bathroom one morning.

▫ Yeah. After that he kind of had to cold turkey it and force himself to detach from hard substances. It's been a while since he’s relapsed and he strictly only partakes in one joint a week with Larry but he’s learned to like the mello feeling of inhaling second hand smoke.

(Kind of why he was originally hesitant about getting on prescription medication for his depression/ that and he hates the hazy numbness that lingers afterwards.)

▪ Refuses to touch alcohol though, mostly because he grew up watching his dad turn to a bottle rather than deal with his own feelings so I don’t think he’ll ever really consider it (kinda also the reason why he’s so grateful to Lisa because Henry improved a lot after moving away from Jersey and getting a new job).

(he isn't sober but he really is trying to be better)

▫ Sweet tooth like crazy but has a knack for sour candies, but like-obscenely sour. (Freak.)

▪ Anemic, this man is literally transparent (sorry). You can see the veins running up and down his wrists tho :) (‘n some of them pop out a little bit/ even more so when he plays guitar).

▫ Cold hands. Skinny-ish fingers, but they’re long and his finger knuckles are a bit bulky. (The skin is surprisingly soft despite the scabbed scars on his knuckles.) (like i said; self improvement at a linear rate or whatever.)

▪ Kind of becomes a workout junkie with Larry towards the end of highschool when he first tried getting off substances. (He can’t really overwork himself because of his asthma at times but he’s learned to enjoy it) They used to go to the public gym but now have a set up in Larry’s room.

▫ Loves beach/lake days with the group, hates swimming/or getting his hair wet. Sure, the idea is fun but the water’s always cold, and his clothes always feel heavy and sticky- no. (the most you’ll get out of him is dipping his feet ‘n legs into the water and that’s it)

▪ Still wears old band-tees from middle/highschool but since he’s a bit bulkier now they fit a lot better.

▫ Has a 200+ photo album of nonsensical twitter posts/memes he giggles at (will send in his new favorites into the group chat monthly)

▪ Slight jersey accent lowkey, was way more prominent when he first arrived at Nockfell. It's drowned out more now, but whenever he’s angry/annoyed, it’ll slip through a few syllables.

▫ Learning how to speak spanish. Lisa and Larry teach him a little bit day by day (even though Larry definitely had a period of time where he was tricking Sal into saying unhinged shit without knowing).

(Sal found out and shot Larry in the face with a water gun shortly after/ now he no longer trusts Larry anytime his brother asks him to repeat certain phrases he doesn’t understand yet.)

▪ (sassy man apocalypse tbh)

▫ Has the kind of ‘tism where he’s obsessed with music. Writes and composes his own songs written in a (diary) journal hidden inside his pillow, but there’s no way he’d actively show anyone else.

(Sometimes when everyone is hanging out together, he’ll play them some chords but refuses to tell them where he heard it from, likes pretending the secret music he makes is some other underground artist he’s gatekeeping lmao.)

▪ Has created multiple playlists dedicated to his friends, gets really into it and then spends hours curating them.

▫ Piercing count : snake bite, 5-10 mm gauges in his ears (i'm not too familiar with the sizing for them but like a pinkie size), two helix and a tragus on his right ear, one helix on his left (he had another but that one healed wrong so he let the hole close up) and two lobe studs above the gages.

(not a piercing but his tongue is forked lol. He’s into body modifications lowkey but only because he’s like there’s nothing worse than getting shot in the face. Lmao sorry.)

( not that educated regarding piercings but i tried)

▪ (exclusively) wears silver jewelry. His favorite is a ring that was apparently from his deceased grandfather on his mothers side; it’s a thick band with a shiny black diamond encased in the middle (it only fits on his thumb tho).

(wears specifically chunky vintage rings)

▫ He only has sparse patches of eyebrow hair on the side where his scarring is so he cut a slit into his brow on the other side to ‘match’ (Larry did the same thing on his right eyebrow to copy Sal in HS before he got his piercings).

▪ Does wears makeup (it’s only really eyeliner/and sometimes a dark eyeshadow but nothing for his face, his skin is too sensitive and it causes breakouts underneath his mask if worn for prolonged periods/ he has to be careful around his scarred eye too, nothing too close to the waterline or else it might get irritated). Has tried gothic makeup before, in the comfort of his own room.

(One night, Larry woke up to some sounds coming from down the hall and in his half-sleepy ridden state, he nearly shit himself because he thought he saw a ghost. In actuality, it was just Sal coming out of the dark bathroom, face ghostly white with black markings sharpening his features, and the surrounding darkness did NOT help (Larry’s vision is shit. He literally thought he saw a demon again). Sal- (who was sleep deprived, running off three Red Bulls and a pack of cigarettes) only blinked in confusion when he heard Larry's door slam shut because he thought his brother was sleeping already but didn’t think much of it before sluggishly making his way back to his room.)

(nightcrawler Sal who refuses to turn on the hallway light at night when he goes to the bathroom because it’s “a bother”. He thinks everyone’s being concerned for him when they ask him to turn the lights on, when in reality he’s just accidentally scaring the shit out of his family atp.)

▫ Wears black nail polish most of the time but he doesn’t mind other colors, his favorites to use are purple or red.

▪ Has a very intricate spine tattoo that vaguely resembles a thin abstract centipede Larry designed for him (starts from the very edge of his back hairline, reaches down to his upper tailbone).

▫ Owns a display box full of different eye prosthetics. He's played around with a bunch of different colors and fun pupil shapes before but usually just sticks to colors similar to his own eye.

❅ Ash(ley) Campbell.

(kinda sad bc I feel like I don't have enough hcs for Ash :( I looked up as much as I could but there's not a lot of fics/hcs for her. )

▪ Has a younger brother (Benjamin) there's quite an age difference between them (19 and 4 years old). She adores him though, dresses him up every halloween/holiday and has a photo collection of his costumes throughout the years.

▫ Her motorcycle is an old bike gifted to her by her dad when she turned seventeen. That same summer, she learned how to work on it, fixing it up and cleaning out the gears with her dad.

(Ash being one of the only other people in the group that has a normal relationship w/ her parents lmao)

▪ Chronic nail biter so they’re always short. Uses black polish religiously, doesn’t like extensions because they never last long and get in the way (the last time she got them, she ended up chewing through the acrylic/ tastes like actual shit and she swore never again).

▫ She has a spam/private account on every social media page, mostly just live tweets while hanging out with the guys to complain about them (I say them like it’s not mostly Larry doing stupid, loud shit in the butt-fuck middle of nowhere during a ghosthunt).

▪ Post low-grade quality pictures of Larry so people will stop simping for him (it doesn’t even work, they always want more of him).

▫ Loves watching long commentary videos about Reddit forms, her favorites are the shitty two horror story sentences and AITAO.

▪ Has a pet garter snake! His name is Riddler (don't ask, you don't wanna know) but she calls him Ridley. She has a personal preference for reptiles and has owned a few different ones before.

▫ Used to be a theater kid all throughout middle/up till early high school (still listens to Hamilton like it’s her dirty little secret).

▪ Smells like jasmine and kinda earthy(?). Likes the smell of jasmine perfume because it's her moms favorite scent.

▫ My favorite man hating lesbian fr, always putting Larry in his place.

(that being said, they both bring out the competitive side from each other, drinking games are the worst because at that point they’re just trying to see who can withstand blacking out first)

▪ Ash usually only takes photographs but has been dabbling with video recording as of late since she does them for the groups ghost hunting adventures (it’s mostly just to keep track of things and watch for ‘anomalies’).

(The closest thing you’ll get to a group vlog is funny clips she posts from editing the ghost hunting footage.)

▫ She’s kind of a lense/camera freak (like markiplier iykyk), Ash has owned a lot of different cameras over the years and has gotten to know what specific things she might like about them. So now, she’s kind of picky about her cameras- she just wants the perfect pictures fr.

▪ Her walls are lined with polaroids. She likes taking nature shots whenever the gang goes out to explore any woodsy area but most of her favorite pictures are ones of her friends or family. She got her first baby camera when she was like twelve and hasn’t stopped since then so she’s taken A LOT of pictures. There are some in boxes, hidden away in her family's attic, but most of them are inside picture books she’s collected and curated over the years.

▫ Loves the concept of being a plant mom but will literally kill anything green within a 10ft radius.

▪ Not strictly monogamous, she’s pretty open about sexuality and intimacy. (not in a bragging way, but bc she doesn’t think sex is something that you should be afraid of(?) (in moderation ofc).

▫ Has freckles! She mostly only has them on her face but they come out more in the summertime. If it gets hot outside and she wears a top showing skin, you’ll see the speckles of them on her back and chest.

▪ Also not that easy to win over romantically. She’s just having fun for now but she’s not against a relationship (has yet to find someone she’s serious about, but when she does meet someone she's into, she will be upfront about it pretty quickly).

▫ THE girl's girl- she loves women. not even because of her sexuality she just appreciates women sm, and would give the world to make a girls day (even if they’re strangers).

▪ Mapple is her childhood best friend, they met in middle school at theater (maple was more of a tech crew girl tho).

▫ She's not into self-deprecating humor. Especially if you're her friend, she doesn’t like it when people put themselves down, even if it’s meant as a joke she won’t find it funny.

▪ Still has yet to cry in front of any of the boys. She advocates for communication and talking about your emotions but still tries to look strong in front of others. (it's the eldest sister in her)

▫ Her bedroom walls have been the same eye-itching vibrant purple color since she was a little kid. She hates it(?) but kind of loves it(??) so it’s staying for now. Most of her walls are covered in pictures and posters anyway, so it’s easy to ignore.

▪ Confrontational, will address an issue with you if she thinks there is one (it's only bc she cares about her friends, yk? She wants there to be no miscommunication because she thinks it could be easily avoidable).

▫ Piercing count : Has a smiley, a stud on her left nostril, and an industrial on her right ear.

▪ Likes metal but prefers softer-more alternative/indie-rock vibes.

(her playlists are best for late night drives home)

▫ Laser tag god. Her and Larry are pretty on par with each-other skill wise, she’s good strategically and is stealthy/ Larry shoots like a madman but he's fast, puts his whole pussy into full body dodging an attack (there's definitely been times where they decided to team up and take out everyone else to share the prize. 50/50 chance at the end where one might betray the other just to gain an upper hand).

▪ Comfort accessory is her biker gloves; plain-black leather and fingerless. It’s practical for her bike and she thinks they make her outfits cuter (she’s right).

▫ Leftie, learned how to use her other hand but her handwriting isn’t as consistent with her right one. (Larry calls her the double handed devil.)

▪ Has perfected her everyday makeup look, has been doing it since highschool (she used to wear falsies but is now a mascara girlie, chalk it up to laziness tbh)

(Black eyeliner 4ever tho. You could never make her get rid of it.)

▫ Ultimate sleeper build. She’s tall, the third tallest out of the main group and she’s lean too. If she doesn’t wear hoodies or sweaters that hide her figure, it wouldn’t be hard to notice the slight muscles that protruded out with her every move.

(She doesn’t work out as often as Larry or Sal but she still looks so good omg.)

▪ Erm. Also in my AU, Ash is kinda masc(?) she just likes wearing boy clothes because they’re more comfortable and she hates wearing a bra.

(She still sluts it out every once in a while tho, don’t get me wrong.)

▫ Has cut and colored her own hair since early middle school. In her sophomore year, she chopped all her hair off into a really short pixie cut because it honestly felt like deadweight. She’s been wearing her hair short ever since, now she doesn't really let it grow past her chin.

▪ She’s actually gained a few followers online (like A LOT) since she’s so active and is relatively popular. She doesn’t talk to everybody but she’s nice to her classmates and other acquaintances, so people love her.

(Her feed is entertaining to viewers since she’s always out doing something, either by herself or with the gang. Most of the time, she just posts pictures she takes of her friends or parties they go to.)

▫ Started sending in overly dramatic, heavily fonted texts into the group chat after seeing it online. Todd hates it so sometimes the others will copy her and button spam in glittery fonts and emojis until Todd turns his phone onto DND.

▪ Look- Ashley’s known her friends for forever, practically most of her life by now. And she loves them, she really does, but god was she happy to finally befriend another girl other than Maple.

❅ Larry Johnson.

▪ Larry is unlabeled, he doesn’t have any specific preferences. He gets crushes easily but they never really evolve more than that. He’s never been in a committed relationship yet, the longest relationship he had was with Ash in freshman year (they dated for like a week before they realized there was no romantic chemistry).

(they laugh about it now)

▫ Likes to skateboard (has a collection of old boards hung on his wall) and he’s pretty good at it. He broke his nose when he was sixteen attempting a kickflip (drunk) off a stair railing. It healed back a little crooked ever since. (also chipped his right front tooth in the process)

▪ He has a shelf above his bed lined with a miscellaneous bong collection. He's gathered a few over the past year, either gifted to him or bought by friends.

▫ Obsessed with incense so his room always smells like them to cover up the persisting weed scent (an ex-situationship introduced them to him and he just picked up the hobby).

▪ Currently working two jobs, a pizza place and a part-timer at a tattoo shop. He's planning on quitting soon to be a full time Tattoo artist.

(he’s already given most of the gang piercings/or tattoos)

▫ Tats and pierces himself, he can manage fine with getting tats but cringes at any type of piercing needles. (also HATES getting shots) it’s kind of funny considering how many piercings he has but each time he gets a new one, he still acts like a baby about it.

▪ Larry had a stillborn little sister, devastated by her loss; his parents never told him if they had a name planned so he came up with one on his own. Isabella. (sometimes he’ll look at the stars and talk to her, calls her Isa)

(Larry never knew of his dads.. Otherworldly origins but he does feel a pull towards the stars and sky. He finds it funny how they bring him comfort and he doesn’t even know why.)

▫ Strictly only buys watermelon flavored gum.

▪ Got called out by teachers a lot when he was still in school. He’s not a terrible student, and it’s not like he’s trying to be rude; he just believes that people should earn his respect. And it's not hard too, as long as you’re not a dick, Larry’s pretty chill but he’s too laid back and blunt for old people to tolerate (granted, the everlasting weed stench that sticks to his clothes everywhere he goes doesn’t help much either).

(not inclined to listen to positions of authority, other than his mother) (‘respects where respect is due’ or whatever that one guy said)

▫ Type of bro to keep one arm around your shoulder after a hug. He’s already as tall as an oak tree, but since he’s started working out his arms are HUGE. (basically, he gives the best hugs)

▪ Barely cares about his personal hygiene (sorry y’all but trust, he was WAY stinkier in hs) but has an in-depth, weekly hair care routine where Lisa will oil his scalp while he complains to her about whatever drama is going on at work or school.

▫ Lisa waxes his eyebrows too, or threads them (depending on her mood) (which btw he has those perfect 2016 eyebrows istg).

▪ Smells like weed, and faintly of campfire smoke and maple. He has a specific cologne that he’s always doused head-to-toe in (Sally doesn't let him spray it inside the car or else he’ll start sneezing like crazy so Larry has to wait until the drive is over to spray himself down).

▫ Hot tempered. He can easily get irritated by others if they say the wrong thing the wrong way (can control it better if he’s around his friends). But on the off chance someone is messing with say Sal or the girls? Larry’s stepping in like an overprotective mama bear, doesn’t matter how big the other guy is, he’ll still take him on.

(He’s the eldest of the group, and even though he’s usually the one causing trouble or being silly, he still feels responsible for everyone if anything happens (and Larry draws the line when it comes to harassment towards his friends))

▪ After finding bands he likes (if they’re popular enough) he’ll watch movie documentaries/or video essays about the group.

▫ Does, in fact, own a friendship bracelet making kit for when he and his friends are stoned (wears whatever bracelets his friends make for him on his left wrist/ shows them off at work to his coworkers like a proud dad).

▪ Owns a lion stuffie from when he was a child, it’s dirty and tattered (basically looks like a questionable dishrag) but he refuses to let it go.

“His name is King Bart and he will be buried with me when I die.”/ “Dude, what the fuck?-”

▫ Sometimes puts his hair into a braid while he’s painting, other times he’ll just use a claw clip he stole from Ash (pre-lesbian chop).

(doesn’t like it if strangers touch his hair but will let the girls play with it; braid, brush, doesn’t care as long as he can keep himself busy.)

▪ Bad vision, istg he’s always squinting at everything. He isn’t even high; he just can’t see and refuses to wear his real glasses (even though they’re literally sitting on his nightstand).

▫ Has SO many moles and body freckles. His skin is really sensitive to scented products and he has mild eczema. (it’s mostly on his shoulders/upper arms and chest)

(since Yuné has eczema too she’ll help/remind him to apply his ointments)

▪ THE cockiest mf during a game, doesn’t matter if it’s something small or even if he’s absolute dog shit at it. (WILL shit talk you throughout the entire game to piss you off/catch you off guard. but if he ends up losing, he’ll act like he let you win/ ignore the fact he came in last place)

▫ Has a ‘secret’ pet rabbit named Bombon. He still hasn’t told Lisa about her (she literally knows). He originally bought it because he felt bad for blowing up Mrs. Gibson's rabbit but he was too nervous to actually give it to her.

▪ Second to Todd, he’s also a hardcore gamer, he likes horror games/or anything with co-op. The whole gang will get on occasionally but it’s mostly him and todd. (he was an among us fanatic when it first came out/but not in the meme way, it was his special interest for like five months and he forced the others to play with him)

(type of mf that would keep count of how long someone spent at a task station and then accuse them of being the imposter. AND HE WAS RIGHT TOO.)

▫ Into video games but not that big of a fan of general social media. He just doesn’t really think about it since he’s always so busy, doesn’t feel the need to post things unless it's his art or if he and the gang went somewhere together (but will also be the first person to like your post/tweet).

(def has notifications turned on for all his friends)

▪ Always found a way to get a job ever since he could have one. He’s skilled in random things because of the different amount of odd-jobs he’s had over the years.

▫ He also has a motorcycle that was gifted to him from Lisa, originally owned by his dad, so it was pretty old but Lisa wanted to wait until he was a bit older to ride it. (Mostly out of concern for his safety lmao) Ash had to help show him how to clean and get it working.

▪ He usually just drives his shitty Honda accord bc it’s more convenient going to and from his jobs in a real car. But sometimes he and Ash will ride their bikes together.

▫ He’s the type of mf to wear a tee-shirt while it’s literally snowing outside and would still make fun of you?? For being cold???

▪ People might think he's a bit of a troublemaker but he really does care about what his mom thinks of him. It would kill him if he ever disappointed her, they became a lot closer after his dad’s disappearance and he doesn’t want to see Lisa in a state like that ever again.

▫ Chronic head-patter. He towers over everyone in the group (even tho he and Todd are pretty close in size, it doesn’t stop him) so he’s always giving someone a head pat, or keeping an arm around them. He’s just rlly touchy but and doesn’t even realize it, his body just moves that way naturally.

▪ Needs at least two hair ties if he wants to wear his hair up, which is why he prefers claw clips.

▫ He’s helping Sal learn spanish but if anyone asks him to translate a meme that he thinks is actually funny, he won’t tell them what it means (and then he’ll save the picture for later while just giggling to himself).

▪ Piercing count : Has a septum, bridge piercing, two on his left brow, two helix in his right ear and then stitched out gages (his tongue is pierced too)

❅ Todd Morrision/ Neil Douglas.

( I put Todd and Neil together bc I don't think I have enough for either of them, also I see them as an unbreakable pair, cannot make a head canon for one without adding the other. #soulmates)

▪ Todd is a horror fanatic, specifically for sci-fi heavy plots, anything with a lot of technical charm and visual effects. Neil will sit through them for Todd (he enjoys them, yeah) but he prefers shitty rom-coms, though. When they have movie date nights, the two of them will just binge watch Aliens and Neil lets Todd quote basically all the lines (even if they both have the movies memorized at this point).

▫ Neil smells like neroli and freshly brewed coffee/ Todd smells like vanilla and baby powder.

▪ Neil is a coffee enthusiast, but not in the performative tiktok way where he makes a show out of drip brewing, his daily coffee to water ratio intake is insane.

(he also eats those little caramel flavored candies all the time, and keeps at least two in his wallet.)

▫ Todd will drink coffee but only black (like a FREAK), he usually prefers energy drinks but they lowkey taste like battery acid. (Yuné made the mistake of taking an offered sip from his can during lunch and almost hacked all over the table).

▪ Toward their final years of college, Todd and Neil move into an apartment together and invite the gang out to go home decor shopping with them. (candle shopping w them>>)

▫ Todd experiences hand tremors and is epileptic.

▪ Todd is also a part of the eczema gang lmao. Usually appears on the back of his hands or forearms, it's mostly because he likes to experiment around with his inventions and shit gloveless (Todd says fuck OSHA).

(not really, he just honestly forgets and hates the feeling of his hands being suffocated).

▫ Todd is the one in the relationship who has to get the spiders ‘n bugs because Neil will shit his pants if he sees one (one time Neil saw a spider in the corner of Todd’s tub during a shower and he shrieked so loudly Sal even walkie-talkied them to make sure the apartment wasn’t being haunted again).

▪ Bonus: Todd doesn’t even care at all about the bugs. If it’s in his own house, he’s honestly fine with them existing there as long as it’s not an invasive or poisonous species. But he’ll take them outside for Neil, just to get him to calm down (doesn’t quite work bc Todd grabs them with his bare hands and that freaks Neil out even more).

▫ Neil goes to a different school than the gang on the outskirts of Nockfell because that's the closest beauty school (it's about an hour drive from the Addison apartments but he still comes down to see Todd every weekend).

▪ Neil is a cosmetologist, specifically a hairdresser. Todd is currently a psychology/engineering major.

▫ When he’s not coding or making an experimental engineering project, Todd likes to play video games. He’s literally goated man idk. It takes Todd less than a day to become really good at a game.

(Irritates Larry because he’ll literally be the one to introduce Todd to a specific game, only to find out a week later the redhead is significantly better than he is).

▪ While Todd's considered the more quiet one in the group, when he’s with Neil, he never stops talking. Whether it’s about school, or games, or his latest fixated movie series- Neil is a great listener, so it’s really easy for Todd to feel comfortable around him (not that he isn't comfortable around his friends but with Neil it’s different).

▫ Todd doesn’t like needles either but Larry convinced him to get one tattoo so the latter could get his “practice” in ( so TODD HAS A SMILEY FACE ON HIS BUTT IDC).

▪ Neil’s chill with needles, he actually really likes getting tattooed by Larry a lot. Surprisingly enough, Larry’s pretty serious about his passion for tattooing and he makes the experience enjoyable ( included with small talk and snacks).

▫ Neil makes fun of Todd every summer because the redhead is just as transparent as Sal is so he cooks under the sun. Give it like ten minutes before Todd's all red and sweaty- god forbid he shows his arms to the sunlight without some form of protection, he’d literally burn alive.

▪ Neil is the type of boyfriend who’s really sweet and affectionate, likes to do things romantically by the textbooks/ but the way Todd shows affection is by calling him dude bro and doxing anyone that messes with Neil (jk kind of).

▫ Okay, Todd doesn't dox people… but if say Larry was getting pissy over voicechat with some random dick during a game.. All he has to do is send Todd the message and the poor guy will suddenly find his home address leaked in the chat.

❅ General Group Hc's.

(super random but since i was in school i thought about this)

▪Larry has super coarse/thick hair. It’s not tightly curled, but the natural beach waves go CRAZY. (you’d think this man goes to sleep in a roller set omfg) His mom has naturally curly hair but her curls have fallen out over time from heat damage. (Lisa just usually wears her hair up anyways but she has thought about bringing the curls back)

▫ Sal’s hair is pretty fine and straight. (it’s SUPER soft tho). He cuts his own hair with his dads old straight razors. He never brushes it so it keeps its poof shape(?) (if you dump water on his hair he’ll look like a wet cat)

(he’s naturally blond) re-colors his hair every two-three weeks. (also i can’t remember if this is canon or not/ but i hc that since he and his dad aren’t super close, henry decided to color his hair to match w sal/he’s kinda awkward but he’s trying to make an effort)

▪ Ash has medium-coarse hair, it’s pretty straight. (before her big chop) her hair was really heat resistant so it never stayed even if it was curled. In highschool she used to have random strands of colors throughout her head which faded out. (by the time of senior year she cut it all off into a short-short pixie and has been growing it ever since/w some regular trims)

▫ Also side note but Todd has really curly hair but was never taught how to maintain them until he met Neil. Since then Todd and Neil help each other with their hair, Todd’s trying to learn how to do natural/protective styles for Neil (he’s gotten really good at semi- freeform locs bc it’s Neil’s favorite way to have his hair). And Neil will help him detangle and moisturize his hair after a shower while they talk or relax.

(Larry never really felt the need to cut his hair but WAS convinced into getting an under layer buzz cut in sophomore year that he’s currently growing out (around that time he did wear his hair up a lot))

▫ (when she had longer hair) Ash and Larry created a routine of pulling on each other's hair. At first it was an accident, Ash just wanted to get his attention for something and tugged on his hair (it wasn’t even hard) but after that Larry did it back to her in retaliation (MUCH HARDER THAN SHE DID) (he’s so brother core omfg, like a literal menace to society). And then the game just kept going on from there.

(okay, now let's pretend I didn't just spend the last five minutes talking about literal hair. I'm insane, ik.)

▪ Larry likes black licorice, Yuné likes the red kind; Sal and Ash just hate licorice in general and definitely poke fun at the other two for subjecting themselves to it. (i don’t really see Todd being a BIG sweets person but i do think he like sour candies)

▫ Larry and Sal have a tradition where they hangout once a week up in the treehouse alone. They just smoke and listen to music, talking about their shitty days or letting the silence comfort them when things get too much.

▪ Ash forced Yuné into watching Gossip Girl for like three days straight, started off as a ‘go piss girl’ joke Yuné didn’t understand and suddenly they’re three seasons in (i’ve never watched an episode of GG).

(The group has monthly sleepovers, the designated place will rotate between each person’s home but if they’re sleeping at Ashley’s, her and Yuné will force the boys to watch Rupaul's Drag Race w/ them. Larry and surprisingly Todd(?) really like Bad Girls Club/ messy bitches that live for drama tbh.)

▫ Since both Todd and Larry are horror movie connoisseurs (self-proclaimed), the latter likes to propose absurd questions to the group like ‘which movie villain would beat who’ or ‘would you smash freddy Krueger for one night if it meant your insides could withstand his claws’... shit like that.

(And Larry takes his horror movie debates VERY seriously, even if you find better contextual evidence against him, he’s still standing his ground)

▪ Sal runs cold so he’s always wearing socks (white socks only) but Larry refuses to wear them inside the house no matter how cold his feet get. Sometimes he’ll put his cold feet on Sals leg just to bother him (like when they’re playing games to throw him off/or at the dinner table. Usually ends with them ‘playing footsie’ (they’re kicking each other as hard as they can in the shins))

▫ Sally’s chronically online in the way where he likes to scan the internet to save funny, relatable memes/ Ash IS chronically online- but to the point where she knows everything that’s happening right now on each of the forums. Larry’s too busy to be worried about social media stuff but he does enjoy getting the occasional low grade reaction pictures from Sal, and Ash always keeps him updated on any current events on the timeline anyways, so there’s no point.

(Sometimes Ash will talk with brain rot vocabulary and it throws Larry off so hard. But it’s funny watching his expressions afterwards when she tries explaining it to him)

“... that’s stupid as fuck.” / “I know, dumbass. That’s the point.”

▪ (for future reference) Chug and Maple went to uni for about two years before having Soda.

(Woah there. haha i totally did not forget ab Chug and Maple other than this one Hc… spare me..?)

▫ Chug is such a girl dad tho omg. I see him working a blue-collar type of job so he’s also too busy to be chronically online like some of the others. But on the few occasions he is posting, it’s mostly just about Maple and Soda.

▪ Soda is so spoiled because she’s the first kid out of the group, everyone likes getting her gifts and toys. Sometimes if Chug wants to take Maple out on a date, the others will watch her for them.

▫ Travis and Larry used to be close friends as children but got distant after Travis’ dad got worse and Larry’s fathers disappearance. Travis started to take his frustration out on other kids (i see larry as the type to defend others, especially if they’re not the type to fight back) and it caused resentment on both sides.

(Also unsure of which chapter I'm gonna put this in, but Travis leaves Nockfell with his parents right after senior year because the church was trying to spread and migrate around the country to sister organizations.)

▪ Yuné and Ash bake together! The boys can’t cook for shit, save for Todd who only knows a few recipes from his parents (he’s still not really a baker though) and Neil .

(Neil can cook but he’s the type to say he’s going to make something simple and it ends up taking over two hours but the result is a five course meal so it’s definitely worth it. )

▫ But they still like hanging around when the girls bake. Mostly to just watch and mess with shit (Sal’s a good boy only when Larry isn’t roping him into things, and Todd will watch and maybe help with easy stuff like stirring or grabbing ingredients).

▪ Sometimes on rare days when he’s not busy, Neil will come by and he’ll actually help them unlike some people... Larry takes the liberty of eating their creations, and since he’s a FREAK, half the time he doesn’t even wait for it to cool down before he’s shoveling the steaming sweet treats into his mouth like a squirrel saving for winter.

▫ They're not sure why, but ever since elementary school Ash and Larry have always had at least one class together in their schedules. They only became friends in middle school but have been growing up around each other for forEVER.

#okay #literal word vomit #that was a lot #my bad #sorry LMAO #this shit took forever to edit omg #I need to edit this again :(#sally face #sally face fandom #sally face headcannons #sal fisher #ashley campbell #larry johnson #todd morrison #neil douglas #original character #sally face fanart

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How has your week been?

Hopefully good if not hope you're doing better

Busy mostly.

Since I'm so great at time management, I completely procrastinated my term paper and had to do all the research and literary analysis in like 5 days (still have to do final adjustments before deadline hits tomorrow). Topic is interesting (representation of women and gender roles in India depending on caste). Term paper would've probably been more fun if the book wasn't so weird and partly infuriating in its depiction of women.

Paid 100€ for a cab back to my hometown on Tuesday cuz my first train was stuck for like 10 minutes and I missed my last connecting train and nobody else could pick me up (it was 11PM).

Lose part of my sanity at my job (specifically because of men and their behavior and audacity).

Wrote the corresponding situation to the latest Snowfox bonus that I may or may not post on patreon?? Idk it's still a work in progress.

Act out my little scenes playing every OC (it's a one-woman show).

Question my art abilities.

Question my writing abilities.

Question my sexuality. Am I demisexual? What if I'm just pretending to be demisexual? AM I A FRAUD? Those thoughts I had recently weren't very straight of me. I keep having them. Am I bi??? Wtf is going on?

Question my life. Like... what am I going to do with my degree... let's be fr here.

Panic over my semester abroad. Ireland is expensive. Dublin is expensive. Why did they have to nominate me for Dublin? HOW DID I MEET THE QUALIFICATIONS FOR DUBLIN? MY APPLICATION WAS SO SHITTY?!? How am I going to survive 4 months there? What if the DCU doesn't reach out and my place is not secured? AAAAAAA

Otherwise, I've been in a back and forth with myself on whether or not I caught feelings (ew) and overthinking if he really is interested in me romantically and wtf to do with that and it occupied my thoughts so much I couldn't concentrate on my term paper for a solid 15 minutes.

Life's great 😭👍

#moonmeg ask #things happening in meg's life

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princelysnape · 1 month ago

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Man, you're such a real guy for that take, my dude. We need less insecure, kind, pure, and feminine inserts, and more strong, independent girlbosses who are unafraid of being cruel, masculine, and brash. The former are just so milquetoast and gives bioessentialism. To hell with criticizing the latter for being "not like other girls"! We actually NEED more of that gender non-conformity!

alright, i see i touched a nerve here💀

tbh i wasn't even going to answer this. i don't like the type of criticism that needs to hide behind sarcasm and passive-aggressiveness to work, it's lazy and intellectually cowardly as hell. but wth, right? i think this can be a great opportunity to further elaborate my earlier point. and you know, under all that, you did unfortunately bring up an interesting subject. born to be a hater, forced to understand where you're coming from etc

so first of all, i see that you tried to mimic the vocabulary i usually use, presumably with the intention of mocking me. okay. but what i want to know is: why do you know me enough to know what type of words i use anyway? and if you know me so well, how could you have so grossly missed the point i was trying to make?

i can only conclude that either my post wasn't clear enough or your reading analysis was made in bad faith, and given the tone of this message, i'm inclined to think it's the latter

now, i don't have to explain myself to you, nor do i have to clarify what i meant. other people seemed to catch the message just fine without resorting to anon hate, so obviously, this is a you problem. i don't even know why you would bother sending me this, given my clear record of just blocking people like you. i have a very firm rule about not using my time to acknowledge clowns like you, you see? and as my fan, you should know this. again, i apologize if i ever gave the impression that this blog is a democracy and i'll give space to any piece of shit trying to act smart with me—it isn't and i won't

and yet

i do think it's interesting that, upon reading my criticism about overused tropes and shallow female characters, your first assumption was that i was automatically endorsing the "not like other girls" type of ocs. it shows that:

1) you're thinking in extremes. or rather, you're using a false dichotomy to throw me off. so if a female character isn't, and i quote, "kind, pure and feminine" (you used these words, not me), then she's instantly, and i quote, "girlbosses who are unafraid of being rude, masculine and brash" (again, your words, not mine)

and 2) you're trying to frame my critique as faux-feminist and an attack against femininity

here's the thing though, and i want you to pay attention to this: it's true that there's nothing inherently wrong with being young, shy, insecure or a virgin. you either are or you aren't one of these things, and all of them are outside of your immediate control. a female character isn't useless or pathetic for that, not at all, except that the narrative makes it so

so you have a whole lot of fanfic where the main character is constantly being put in humiliating and degrading situations, literally being set up for failure, all for the sake of highlighting how fragile she is and how much stronger, smarter, powerful and generally better the love interest is. i don't think it's that hot of a take to say that this feels shitty and lazy

of course, at this point, i already know that the condescending and paternalistic vibes are made on purpose and that some people like it, which is fine. like i said, not a lot i can do if your taste is awful. it's not like i have a gun to your head forcing you to not write or read yet another 20-virgin-sunshine-insecure/40-daddydom-snarky-dangerous fic. i just think it's funny that you would accuse me of falling for old and prejudiced female characterization while simultaneously defending the oldest of them all

and anyway, who said anything about the characteristics i used being feminine or masculine? while one can argue that they're most frequently used in female-identified characters, they are in no way things only found in women, nor are they inherently feminine. anyone can be young. anyone can be shy and insecure. anyone can be a virgin. and being a virgin doesn't mean being pure either, it just means being sexually inexperienced. so who even said that? oh, right

also, it seems to me that you're mocking gender essentialism critics and gender non-conformity as a valid concept, which is giving terf, actually. the purposeful use of my own personal vocabulary to misgender me seems to support this theory. and if that's the case, what the fuck are you even doing here? get out

and the next time you think about sending me anon hate, do me the favor of stating your opinion clearly and eloquently. while this was a fun thought exercise, i actually do have better things to do than reading between the lines of your hate and general imbecility. and of course, i reserve the right of simply blocking you at any time lmao

#“but prince didn't you say 'no circus no clowns'?”#why #i did say that #but i guess that some people are clowns while some people are jesters #the different is that only one of them can amuse me for long enough for me to answer #hope this helps #man why would this person even try this with me of all people?#guess severus isn't the only one with a humiliation kink #you don't even deserve your own emoji get outta here #and stop mimicking me to other people weirdo🤨

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rose-of-oz · 4 months ago

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criminal minds + jj ship?

Love this so much, thank you!! Also gonna tag the Criminal Minds gang, @luucypevensie, @manyfandomocs, @thatmagickjuju, @xoteajays, and @endless-oc-creations!! <3

NAME: Eve Perez.

LOVE INTEREST: Jennifer “JJ” Jereau.

SUMMARY: A former sex worker who’d basically fought her way through getting a double degree in criminal justice and psychology later in life, Eve had had only one mission when she’d gotten into the FBI Academy: to do her damnedest to ensure that every killer targeting sex workers and the homeless that she could set her sights on was actually acknowledged and caught, and that none of her sisters would have to die an unavenged death ever again. After seeing so many of her peers attacked and cruelly murdered, only to be ignored by law enforcement or be too scared to come forward, she was fucking exhausted and ready to do whatever she had to to make a difference, so she had clawed her way through college and the Academy, no matter how many snide comments or shitty treatment from teachers she had endured, fiercely determined to get into the Bureau and make everyone who dared to target people like her regret the day they’d ever even thought about it. And though actually getting into the Behavioural Analysis Unit is almost a dream come true for her, Eve isn’t really sure whether to be able to trust her new teammates with the details of her past, worried about their judgement - especially that of the team’s sweet media liaison, who makes Eve feel like flowers are blooming in her chest whenever she smiles at her.

OTHER INFO:

Is this kind of me expressing my personal anger at how often serial killers purposefully target sex workers, and how many sex workers won’t come forward about being attacked in fear of being arrested themselves because of their profession, and the fact that sex work is still so dangerous in large part because it’s still illegal? …It’s a possibility.

Look, Eve’s just a total badass and I adore her, okay?

And she is trans, of course, because Zión Moreno is, which has only made her past experiences and her time in the Academy that much worse for her. But she loves herself and who she is, and the whole team does too!

JJ and Will are still together for a while here, and Henry still comes to exist, but they eventually agree to part as friends and share custody, and are amazing co-parents. (And Will actually loves Eve, so that’s a massive bonus.)

JJ does need to go through her whole queer awakening and the struggles that come with that even after she and Will break up, so she and Eve are a big slow burn, but they’re so amazing and sweet and loving when they do get together!

send me a fandom and a faceclaim/love interest and i’ll make an oc!!

#asks about my ocs #ask game plot bunnies #oc: eve perez

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relleytrots · 10 months ago

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VTM OC Ask Game: I'm keen to find out more about Sorcha!: 19. What are their thoughts on the Sabbat? 25. How often do they cause a masquerade breach? 27. Do they have a clan they don’t particularly like? 40. Would they ever commit diablerie if given the chance? 55. (Related to #40 and possibly #19). If Sorcha were given the chance to commit diablerie, would she do so in order to lower her generation to become full-blood?

Sabbat? Sorcha's not really encountered them yet, but everything she hears about them is deeply sus. Her uncle's done business with them, and says most of them are psychotic; her boyfriend was enslaved, tortured, mutilated and (accidentally) Embraced by one and fucking hates them; they keep trying to possess, abuse and destroy her friends in Oklahoma City; but then there's Harlow, who's fascinatingly awful and probably doomed but if Sorcha wanted to commit suicide, there are worse ways to go than "eaten alive by bug girl."

Masquerade? She's actually pretty good about this... well. She's OK. Her "Schere's Disease" defence stands up to a casual analysis, she's leaving Glasgow at about the time she would have graduated from a four year degree with a gap year, and her small Herd know to keep their gobs shut about why the rent was so cheap. But... she does have a certain taste in men, and there are bodies left behind. If she doesn't live somewhere with an expected quotient of violent crime, she'll stand out more by association.

Clans? She's smort, she knows people are people and clan only has so much to do with whether they're arseholes or not. She doesn't have much time for the Ministry's practices, but that's mostly down to shitty low grade heroin and legacy beef she's inherited from her father. She's scared of Salubri, but only because her ex Draven was one and he... brought out the worst in her, and said he was helping.

Diablerie? So... Sorcha has actually tried, once. After she and Draven got Vegas married, he convinced her to try and eat her way out of her problems by diablerising a bottom-feeding Giovanni. It didn't work: flushed out some of her Flaws and brought her closer to operational Hecata, but didn't stick, she didn't get all of the soul by a long shot. Since then... no. She has made being thinblood and Hecata a point of pride, and she doesn't want to lose her best friends. Hazel would crucify her for selling out, and she'd be right to do it.

#vtm #vampire the masquarade #hecata #thinblood #duskborn #oc: sorcha dunsirn #thanks for asking!

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the-ellia-west · 1 year ago

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Oc Takeover tag

Thank you so much for the ask @willtheweaver

What would your characters do with your phone if they had it for a day?

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Marril would scroll through pinterest looking for aesthetic art, and then have several online debates over the meaning of life and art itself

Shyre would take random blurry photos of Marril and post them like: Look at this dumbass, he's my bestie

Kasi would take photos of Xhaazi and edit them to look dumb

Xhaazi would record random stuff and bring up a bunch of shitty dad jokes to tell

Chrin would watch game theory

Viasaki would laugh at dumb meme compilations and make a really sick google slide on a random topic

Kila would scroll through my search history and silently judge me

Damian would pull up film analysis' and articles to read them to Geon

Geon would ask Damien for help because all he feels is a small, smooth, flat brick in his hand that sometimes makes sound when he touches it

Hornul would go on black market websites to frame me and use all the money on my credit card on illegal guns

Sokuna would look up funny child stories to laugh at, and buy cute t-shirts for Mouse

and Mouse would download 43 illegal mobile games

@vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @agirlandherquill @phoenixradiant

#creative writing #fiction writing #writing community #writer things #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writers #writer

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plutotunealouette · 8 months ago

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multiples of five for your favorite oc atm c:

oh! oh! oh! thank you so much ily :,)

ok im gonna do these for julius because i affectionately want to strange him

5. Will they give a speech, and what about? fucking yes, and it literally doesn't matter what about tbh; as long as it's making the people around him laugh, he'll go on for h o u r s

10. What age do they most want to be right now? he's actually decently comfortable at his current age (28), he likes to get to be a kid at heart with adult money lmao but he's not in any particular rush, nor is he very nostalgic, and if he and joey could just find a better goddam apartment than living with george for the rest of time (not that they don't love him, but like... couples want privacy) his current life would be p much perfect

15. What would they consider a waste of time? he definitely thinks there's a time for situational analysis and discussion but if there's a pretty clear action to take, he doesn't see it fit to sit around talking about it when he could be, like, doing it

20. What do they like that nobody else does? ok he doesnt like them but he doesn't have the vitriolic hate for hangovers that other people do. its 1) proof that you had a good time the night before and 2) an excuse to lay on the couch and watch shitty tv all day

25. Safety or possibility? this man has no regard for the concept of personal safety in any scenario so

30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven? He'd probably confront certain people and tell them how shitty a lot of their behaviour was (context context context blah blah blah). he regularly does it in his own way but if he knew that his friends wouldn't be hurt by it he would lose his restraint and filter and just go the fuck off on people who have done bad things. also he'd go to the store and pile his arms as high as they could go with sour patch kids and walk right out the door without paying.

#this was so much fun and so enjoyable thank you :')

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nothoughtsjustmhaandotherthings · 1 year ago

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"Family Tree (Intro)" - Jack's Playlist

Welcome to another installment in my song analysis posts, where I pick a song from my character/OC playlists and explain why it's there! This week I'm looking at my POTC playlist and basically taking a more in-depth look at something I thought about in this post. The addition of this song was influenced by the lore @everythingispirates and @swannposting devised for Jack's mother (and I welcome any notes/additions you guys might have)!

CW: mentions of death, hanging, abuse/neglect

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A woman, a mother, a mother is a very special thing and other than the Lord Jesus Christ, I think that a mother is one of the most precious gifts that God gives to this world because the mother is the one who loves the Lord and always seems to be there when we need her. A mother is a very special thing. A mother is a very special thing.

So, honest to god, I had no idea what the voices in the intro were saying until I found the transcript on the Ethel Cain fandom page and it just solidifies that this song belongs in the Jack segment of my playlist. Part of the Seashella lore is that Jack totally loses his memories of her with the heatstroke and the alcoholism and the dying so I picture him hearing these whispers of her existence in the recesses of his mind and going even more insane.

These crosses all over my body Remind me of who I used to be

Taking the lyrics out of their intended context (which is what I do with every song I put on a playlist tbh), the "crosses" here are the marks left on Jack throughout the years, from abuse (old scars and the brand) to liberty (his tattoos).

And Christ forgive these bones I'm hiding From no one successfully

Obviously, there's no question that Jack has skeletons in his closet, but I also see this as him trying and failing to conceal his true nature; being the suave, sly pirate when it's clear that there is Something Wrong with him.

Jesus can always reject his father But he cannot escape his mother's blood

Firstly, this might be my favorite lyric in this whole album. Secondly, this goes back to the entire Jack forgetting Seashella thing. Jack can escape Teague and his bad habits because he's grown up with him and he can recognize the behavior. It's a lot harder to never be like somebody you never really knew.

He'll scream and try to wash it off of his fingers

I'm not clear on whether the nature of Seashella's death was violent or not, but either way, I imagine Jack finding her body was awful for him.

But he'll never escape what he's made up of

In my mermaid lore for my WIP, I have it down that mermaids pass a certain amount of their magic onto their offspring, so I like to think that the same could be said for Jack (hence his either incredible or very very bad luck).

The fate's already fucked me sideways Swinging by my neck from the family tree

I do think that the transition from living with Seashella to living with Teague was jarring and all-around shitty. Jack went from a chill mermaid mom to a neglectful father in a household filled with insane people who either ignored him or hated him. Although I can say as a Child of Divorce that is excellent representation of my prior custody arrangement.

He'll laugh and say, "You know I raised you better than this" Then leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me

The "he" being Teague and the "they" being the rest of that family, this closing lyric is a bleak portrayal of Jack's childhood.

#sorry if none of this is coherent #but overall the vibes are immaculate #song analysis #lyric analysis #potc playlist #jack sparrow #ethel cain #preachers daughter #family tree intro #Youtube #potc #potc fic #writeblr #writerscommunity

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namazunomegami · 9 months ago

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About me

First, let me tell you I'm a chronic oversharer lmao. Have fun with my character profile. I've written it with the same structure I write my ocs lol.

Nicknames: you may call me Nene, which is an alias derived from my irl name. But I won't bite your head off if you call me Vanessa.

Age: I'm 24

Pronouns: she/her and I'm fine with any feminine terms.

Height: 162 cm/5'3

Occupation: I'm a special needs education therapist student specialized in behavioural disorders and learning disabilities. I'm also a veteran goth and I work in customer service despite my anger issues

Likes: creating moodboards, collecting perfumes, creating playlists for my OC characters, spending my money on useless stuff, making edits on capcut, and I want to do audiobooks and voice acting in the future (not on a professional level tho, just for fun)

Dislikes: insects, darkness, capitalism

Sexuality: Bisexual

Typology: My MBTI is INFJ, my big three is Cancer sun, Libra moon, Leo rising, my chinese zodiac is the dragon, my diabetes is type 2

Some fun trivia: I was born with dislocated elbows which makes me able to twist my arms in creepy ways, I'm left handed, I have BPD which kinda explains all the impulsive shit that I'm doing on here also my blog is safe for fellow cluster Bs

This blog is a writing blog, a personal and a main blog because I'm too lazy to have their seperate accounts and running multiple blogs is just... overwhelming for me.

Fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, Star Wars, Naoki Urasawa's Monster, Dune, Tarantinoverse, Hunter x Hunter, Chainsaw Man, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Sailor Moon, ASOIAF, House of the Dragon, Choujin X, Touchstarved, Hellsing Ultimate, Gotham, the list is endless tbh

Tag system:

I'm very shitty in organizing stuff on my blog but I'm trying my best

#I should shut up for today: basically just my 2 am rambling about any random subject

#meesa writes: all of my fics and drabbles are mushed under this tag

#obligatory selfship tag: anything about my selfships, but every ship has their seperate tag

#accidental hunposting: stuff I reblog and tag in my first language

#asks: every answered ask but mutuals have their seperate tags

#jiujitsukarate: jjk reblogs

#hydrogen peroxide: bleach reblogs

#analysis posts: some really intense rambling on fandom stuff

#my moodboards :3: what did you expect? these are my moodboards for ocs

#.navi

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cresvalkyrie · 1 year ago

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Oh! also 1,2 and 9!

Since you also asked 11 and 12 in an earlier ask I'll just answer them all here xD

1 - Favourite character?

Erin. If my pfp icon hadn't already given it away lmao. She's just so badass and cool and takes no shit from anyone at all, just ticks off every single box I have when it comes to top fav fictional characters (if anyone says it's because of the white hair, no they didn't. nuh-uh)

Crescent is actually not too far behind, which is surprising since I didn't really like her all that much before. Gotta love mysterious characters with a cool introduction and presents herself as someone unflappable, but as you get to know her she turns out to be a dork who's just trying her best. Not to say that she doesn't have any faults or hasn't done anything remotely wrong, but the fact that she is genuinely trying to improve herself as a person and open herself up to the main cast is really endearing to me.

2 - Least favourite character?

Texen, need I say more? xD

But seriously, I really dislike Texen because of his shitty Andrew-Tate attitude. I get that it's most likely a smokescreen to hide his actual vulnerable self, but it doesn't make it any less irritating to watch.

Another character I dislike a ton is Neved. His resolve as a father is admirable, but as a person he is undeniably petty, delusional and hypocritical. In what world do you think that fighting for Team Xen would give your daughter a chance to live? As if she'd be spared from the inevitable oblivion that Xen brings if they were to win, and that's assuming she even survives the Light Curse. And just because Keta was overly blunt to his offer of support and gave him a harsh but well-deserved imo reality check, he decided to hold a grudge and take it out on Aelita because he isn't alive to take the brunt of his hatred anymore? Bruh.

9 - Is there something you felt should be talked about more? (Could be a character, a scene, anything really)

Honestly, not really? I feel like other rejuv fans are a lot more perceptive and analytical about the story beats, character developments and underlying themes than I do lol, so it's always a pleasant surprise to read their analysis on the game itself.

11 - Do you have ocs? If so, feel free to ramble about them!

I have two rejuv OCs for my rejuv verse the Chroniclerverse, although there are others of the same verse as they are (namely rejuvswap AU Sara from @/tired-needs-sleep). Both of them are Interceptor OCs, but each of them going down a vastly different path.

The first is Hauyne, my Paragon Interceptor for the Chroniclerverse. She's experienced all of rejuv's thirteen (fourteen if you include v13.5) versions, although she doesn't remember her past runs until the end of the thirteenth version and realises that she's been trapped in an endless loop for who knows how long. So her main goal is to put an end to the timeloops and set everyone free, this time armed with her knowledge of the future and her powers as an aura wielder no longer suppressed.

The second is Electra, my Renegade Interceptor. Unlike Hauyne, she's a Garufan who volunteered herself to be the vessel of the Archetype, but ended up contracting Genesis Syndrome and died. However, she did show a lot of promise when she gained the attributes of Dialga, so her soul was later harvested and kept for the interceptor Program upon her passing. She was eventually resurrected and placed in Aevia's body as her host to become the Interceptor, although the process had caused her memories to become fragmented and thus driving her to find the truth of her origins. When she did, however... it ended up driving her over the edge from grief, and it was what set her down the path of oblivion. She wanted to destroy the world, in the hopes of restoring the Old World and returning to the life she once had.

In a sense, Electra is Hauyne's predecessor. And when she went rogue and destroyed the world, her role as Interceptor was revoked and given to Hauyne instead. But even then, remnants of her legacy still remained in the reset world in the form of the Red Chain and the prototype of the spell that would later become End of Night.

The reason why Electra was picked over Hauyne in the beginning is because the Garufans and the Aura Wielders had a deep feud between them (the Garufans genocided the Aura Wielders out of greed for their powers), so Electra - being seen as more trustworthy - was chosen first. But after she ended up being a disappointing case, they were left with no other choice but to go for their enemy as a candidate. And it really shows how much they distrusted Hauyne, constantly putting her through loops when she so much as attempted to deviate from the script. In the end, this would be ultimately be their downfall.

12 - Any personal headcanons? Feel free to ramble! (You can ask for a specific character as well.)

Boy, do I. Okay, so here we go:

Ren's starter is his Growlithe, which was a gift from his late father before he passed away. It's also the only member of his old team that was on his current team roster; the rest were kept at his childhood home.

Ren once had an edgy emo phase when he was younger, something he was extremely embarrassed about. Not that it stopped his mom or Reina from teasing him about it.

Venam's starter was a Venipede that she raised from an Egg, but she later replaced it with Seviper.

Melia's Togekiss, Hapi, has a red star-shaped birthmark on his left hip.

Hapi has a habit of calling Melia "Mama", since she was the one who raised him since he was an Egg.

No one knows Melia's actual birth date; the one that is mentioned in-game is actually the day she and Jenner first met.

Erin's first Pokemon is her Butterfree, who she met as a Caterpie from before being imprisoned in the Unown Dimension.

As much as Erin claims to dislike battling, she does have a lot of talent for it and mainly does it to as either for self-defense or as a way to bond with her family/friends.

Before Erin was imprisoned in the Unown Dimension, she loved visiting the Kugearen Library (I'm hc'ing that there was once a library there before it was replaced by the Magnolia Library in the present day) and would go there whenever she can. It's mostly to get away from her toxic home environment, however.

Erin likes to dance, but gets very self-conscious about doing it in front of an audience so she only does it when she thinks she's alone.

Continuing the above point, Erin also has a really nice singing voice, but she almost never sings in front of anyone due to her feeling self-conscious about it.

Don't ever play any kind of card game with Erin, ever. She has insane luck when it comes to card games.

Erin's a coffee addict, and absolutely cannot function without her morning coffee.

Aelita has never once gotten sick. Not even a minor cold.

As a child, Aelita loved to hang around Vivian's tree. It still is her favourite spot, although she didn't exactly know the reason why she's so attached to it until she found out the truth behind her origins.

Tesla used to be a singer in a band, as a side-gig from before she made it big as a fashion model.

I'm not sure if this was confirmed as canon, but Crescent's birthday is on December 25.

Crescent specialises in Dark and Fairy types too, not just Psychic, although she does have a few exceptions like her Aevian Bronzong and Garchomp.

Crescent's favourite battle strategy is Trick Room and Gravity.

Crescent's Gothitelle is a partner Pokemon hence its peculiar colours, but it somehow kept the ability to evolve. Which is weird since Alain's Pikachu is also a partner Pokemon but it never evolved.

Alain is the second strongest trainer in their class, right behind Aero. The two have a friendly rivalry because of this.

While Alain mainly goes by they/them as a demigirl, they allow only their closest friends to use she/her to refer to them. The same goes for Aero, except with he/him.

Aevia is a Water/Fairy specialist... and is notorious for her stall strategies back in the academy. You better have some wallbreakers at the ready if you want to challenge her to a battle.

Ariana used to be cheer captain in the academy. Fittingly, her Sun team also goes by a dance theme.

While Axel is known to be the weakest trainer of his class, it's not actually because he sucks at battling. It's because he rather use movesets and gimmicks that he thought was funny to troll his opponents with, instead of going for an effective strategy.

Not tied to any character in particular, but Black Boxes have a pulse yet no heartbeat. If you put your ear against their chest where their heart would be, all you will hear is silence. They also don't need to eat, sleep, and breathe, although they may choose to do so either out of instinct or pleasure.

Black Boxes are essentially immortal; as long as their cores are undamaged and have sufficient energy levels, they can recover from any injuries. This includes regenerating lost or non-functional body parts. This doesn't prevent them from dying to poison, however.

Some of an Interceptor's abilities include clairvoyance and astral projection, allowing them to intervene even from a distance without being physically there (aka my personal theory on how character switching works)

#ask answers #tysm for the ask!#chroniclerverse #interceptor oc: hauyne #renegade oc: electra

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