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우리에게 필요한 건 / 달콤한 내일이잖아 / 헹가래 하늘 향해 / 위로 위로 위로 위로

☁️ "left and right" by seventeen

being loved by vernon chwe means comfort, peace, and gentle love. vernon isn’t the biggest romantic soul, nor is he the biggest on stereotypical relationship stuff, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his own ways of showing off his love. being with him is so… easy. he’s great at communicating. he’s great at managing fights if they happen. he doesn’t hold grudges. he is always understanding, and tries to see your perspective on things. it doesn’t mean that you never argue, and that your relationship is like a fairy tale because that’s not how it works. but vernon never tries to make things harder, and the effort he puts into your relationship shows exactly how much he cares about you.

being loved by vernon chwe means having a best friend and a boyfriend in one. besides the kisses, hugs, and cuddles, all the privileges that come with a relationship, vernon is your best friend. he knows you like no one else - your pet peeves, your comfort movies, what you like eating on fridays, and what you absolutely hate about tuesdays. he could list the most random facts about you that no one would even think of coming up with like it’s nothing, that’s how well he knows you. and for vernon it’s the biggest reward - uncovering the next layers of you, while knowing that he is one of the few that you feel comfortable enough with to share parts of your soul with.

being loved by vernon chwe means having someone who’ll always make time for you. he is a busy guy, with a job that expects a lot from him, both physically and mentally, and it’s nothing new for him to sleep over at the company. still, no matter how busy or tired he is, vernon always makes sure to make some time for you - even if it’s only thirty minutes, he makes sure to ask you how you’re feeling, how your week is going - just to make sure you’re truly okay. he also insist on having at least one stay at home date, so you could spend some proper quality time. vernon always makes sure you know he’s there for you, no matter the hour, and no matter how busy he is.

being loved by vernon chwe feels like the smell of freshly brewed coffee, like the moon shining on a cloudless night, like sitting on a swing with your best friend at night, like silent adoration.

“you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed. my darling.” - the miniaturist, jessie burton

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insurance - October 14th - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 200

"....you also have the choice of many optional insurances, including life insurance at different levels, higher coverage for medical insurance, and personal injury insurance," the bored-looking Ministry employee droned on, looking like she quite needed a nap.

Considering, Regulus tilted his head to the side. At first, his reaction was to say that it wasn't necessary. He hadn't been sick in years, and he could brew most potions to heal himself.

But then, he remembered who he was married to.

That he'd had to take James to a mediwitch just this week because he and Sirius had drunkenly decided to try to create their own flying carpet and had both broken multiple bones. That last month, James had had to stay overnight at St. Mungos because he and all his friends had tried to make a Muggle treehouse, but they didn't know they needed nails, resulting in matching concussions for all. That in Hogwarts, James had known everyone who worked in the Hospital Wing on a first-name basis.

"I'll take lot," Regulus sighed, signing Regulus Potter on the line at the bottom of the paper the employee offered him and reminding himself that for some reason, he loved his husband.

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Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice! | Han Jisung

Synopsis: 30 years ago, you agreed to marry some sort of demonic, yet incredibly handsome creature in order to save the spiritual family whom haunted your attic; when the former was banished back to the afterlife, you figured you would never see him again. little did you know, an unlikely yet realistic relationship between the two of you would spark as he became the key in a journey to save your daughter...

Pairing: Beetlejuice!Han X fem!reader (reader resembles Lydia Deetz from 'Beetlejuice')

Genre: Dark Comedy AU, Fluff Towards the End

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: MAJOR BEETLEJUICE 2 SPOILERS AHEAD (The plot is edited at some points), Swearing, Mentions of Death, some gore depictions, mentions of a poor mother-daughter dynamic at some points, coerced marriage (sort of?), I turned Beetlejuice into a loverboy, NOT proofread

Notice: Hello, my loves! I have recently watched 'Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!' and it gave me the inspiration for this fan fiction! Obviously, multiple aspects of the original plot have been changed to fit the description of this story, such as the year the original tale takes place changing by a few years, additional dialogue, and a complete revamp of the dynamic between "Beetlejuice" (Han) and "Lydia" (Y/N), which I do apologize for. I would also like to put forth this statement: I do NOT own the rights to 'Beetlejuice,' nor any of its characters! I only hold the copyright to the scenes I create! Without further ado, enjoy the story! :)

"I can't believe I'm doing this," you whisper with pure dread and anxiety coating your voice as you stood in the attic of your old home. The model of your town constructed by the married couple that had lived there prior seemed to tremble along with your hands. 'I have to. It's my only choice,' you mouthed to nobody in particular; truly, you were correct. If you had another option, you would resort to it rather than being in the stance you were currently.

However, your daughter's life was at stake, and this was the only way you knew how to save her.

You thought Astrid was going on a normal date; she had just met a boy not even a couple of blocks away from your old family home. His name was Jeongin, and he seemed like a typical neighborhood boy when you dropped your daughter off; he was sweet, shy, and homebody-ish. You had only just learned the truth because of your close friend; she came over to prep your family home for marketing following your father's death and unknowingly revealed the boy's true intentions.

The address in which you had dropped Astrid off, 125 Jefferson Street to be specific, had infamously become known as the "Murder House." The young son who had resided in the home two and a half decades prior had slaughtered his parents in cold blood and evaded police for hours on end in the treehouse constructed in his backyard. When the cops had finally caught up to him, he slipped in attempts to escape, falling on the hard ground several feet below and snapping his neck almost instantly. The young boy's name?

Jeongin. The same Jeongin in which your daughter was currently, "on a date," with.

He was, conclusively, a ghost, only being visible to you due to your spiritual mediation abilities. It all made sense now; why the street-goers and tricker-treaters had glanced at you and Astrid strangely when Astrid was dropped off, why Jeongin refused to let you come inside, and why he took a sudden keen interest in Astrid after only knowing her for three days.

Trouble was brewing.

Yet, Jeongin had failed to recollect that you had possessed your spiritual abilities for decades, which had initially allowed you to visualize the being you were attempting to summon. You remembered 1994's events all too well, from the moment you had discovered the ghostly couple in your attic, to meeting the demon that called himself, 'Beetlejuice,' although his real name was Han, who would proceed to give your family hell for the next several days, to the coercion he placed upon you to marry him if he helped you save the couple from an exorcism.

After the latter event had come to a halt after a situation involving a sandworm swallowing Han whole, you believed you were rid of the demonic soul; however, Han had been making himself more and more present in your life lately. You saw him everywhere, whether it was on the set of your reality ghost hunting show, outside of your house, even lurking around your father's gravesite. You did not want to summon him and tried to search the inner macamations of your mind for a way to help your daughter that did not involve him.

Yet, there was a part of you deep inside that knew Han would be the only reasonable solution to the problem at hand; hell, you could even go as far as to say the same part of you wanted Han to come back. Sure, he was batshit crazy, for lack of a better term, but you could not deny that he was the best looking demon you had ever laid your eyes upon. Perhaps it was that same part of you that felt bummed that the marriage between the two of you never truly consemated, and maybe it now thought that this could be the second chance for the both of you.

You pushed those thoughts aside, quickly refocusing on rescuing Astrid, the more important issue at stake. You took another deep breath, closing your eyes tightly before muttering three words that would once again change the course of your life.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"

On cue, the replica of the small down began to crack straight down the middle; buildings and model objects fell in the split, never to be seen again. The star of the show slowly rose from the ground, illuminated by shades of turquoise and lime-green lighting. He looked exactly the same as he did thirty years ago, with longer, shaggy green hair that framed his pale white skin; his eyes were encircled by pure blackness, and what looked like patches of moss were ever so present on the sides of his sharp jawline. He still wore the black and white pinstriped suit that was loose around his thin waist. He naturally looked abnormal, creepy even; of course he did, he was dead! Yet, you thought he still looked abnormally handsome, even after all of these years. Your eyes widened in awe as he threw up his hands in a jazz-like motion.

"The Juice is loose!" Han screamed in excitement. He vanished from sight, only to reappear behind you and put his hands on your shoulders, slightly startling you.

"Hi, Doll," he smiled, his pale squirrel cheeks ever so prominent. "How ya been? It's been a long time. You haven't called, so what's up with-" you cut off Han's ramble by shoving a book titled, 'Handbook for the Recently Deceased,' in his face; you had recently acquired it from the "Murder House" during your futile first attempt at saving Astrid.

"I need you to tell me what this means!" you frantically commanded as Han snatched the book from your hands. He pulled a small magnifying glass from seemingly out of nowhere as he analyzed the line you were inherently motioning to with your pointer finger.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" he inquired, leaning closer to the book in order to read the section. He skimmed over the line before widening his eyes and grimacing. "To make a long story short, your daughter is screwed." Your eyes widened as he spoke, mouth slightly agaping in sorrow. "Yeah, looks like she decided to trade lives with the boy. He gets to come back, while she's stuck on the other side permanently. One-way ticket on the Soul Train." Han ended the explanation by tugging his arm downwards, as if he were pulling on a train whistle. You shook your head at him in disbelief.

"Soul train?" you repeated in a murmur.

"That's right," Han instantly responded. "Last stop: The Great Beyond!" 'The Great Beyond,' he was referring to essentially translated to eternity, that being either Heaven or Hell. Han looked at you before continuing to ramble. "Y'know, she really should have been our daughter. I would have been a great father if you had taken me up on my offer and-" You sighed in frustration.

"Han, that doesn't matter right now!" you snapped. "What does matter is the fact that Astrid can't get on that train!" You lunged forward, grasping the front of Han's shirt in a desperate attempt to plead for his help. "You've gotta get me in there so I can get her out!" Han gripped onto your wrists, slowly lowering them as he spoke.

"Well, I can get you in, but it's going to take a quid pro quo." You rolled your eyes at his response.

"Of course there is," you groaned. "What do you want?"

"Well," he began by scratching the nape of his neck. "I've got this ex-wife, and she's kind of a whack-job. First of all, we are THROUGH," he emphasized as if you would outrage at the fact of him having an unmentioned spouse; you did not feel anger, though. After all, the two of you were not ever married nor officially even together, yet you did feel a bit confused at the fact of Han previously being committed. "She's kind of clingy, and if I could just keep her away from me somehow-"

"You want me to marry you, I presume?" you moved your hands in a 'get-on-with-it' motion as Han tilted his head to the right a bit whilst raising his eyebrows.

"I thought you would never ask!" A smile swiftly plastered onto his face as he shuffled his feet like a child. "Finally realizing how things were supposed to be, aye?" he teased, managing to reignite the same fire in your heart from thirty years ago.

"Whatever," you dismissed his apparent flirting, trying your best to conceal a prying smile. "How do I know you're going to keep your word? That you aren't using me for your own gain?"

"Sweetheart," Han dragged out the word, sounding sarcastically offended. "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"You aren't a person, you're a demon."

"Fair point," Han commented. "I swear on my dead mother's soul," he promised, moving his hands in a Catholic cross symbol. Suddenly, he burst into flames, which made you contemplate if it was a binding of his word or a sign that he was a flat out liar. Nevertheless, you agreed to his conditions, with part of it being out of concern for your daughter and the other part stemming from repressed feelings resurfacing.

"Okay, fine! I will marry you if you help save my daughter!" you felt a hint of fear, but also a sense of relief finally being able to solidify the marriage that failed to become so many years ago. Han smirked, unrolling a marriage contract that he had materialized, similar to how he had done the magnifying glass.

"I'm going to need that in writing." Han made a grab at your hand. "Give me that," he sing-song demanded as he pricked your pointer finger on an unusually sharp quill pen. You screeched in protest as he used the pen to forge your signature onto the contract, throwing it down as swiftly as he made it appear. He exhaled and cusped your cheeks, pouting adorably. "I am going to make you so happy!"

"Jesus!" you exclaimed, clutching onto your throbbing, injured finger. "What's the plan on getting in?" Han smirked, eyeing the wall behind you. You looked behind you, seeing where Han had now appeared drawing a chalk outline of an explosive on the grey brick wall; you still felt his hands caressing your cheeks, however, yet as soon as you turned back around, Han had vanished, his only form now being that of the one sketching the outline. You whipped your head back around and made your way over to Han's current position. You looked at him in everfound confusion, contrasting to dopey grin he had upon his face.

"Well, you can't exactly go in through the front door!" Han responded to your perplexation; he did not alot time for a response, instead lighting a spawned match and placing it near the chalked fuse. It lit instantaneously, as if it were a real explosive. As the spark neared the wall, you instinctively clutched to Han's forearm, eliciting a sly smirk from the taller. The wall detonated in a flash, allowing you to walk through to the other side.

Quite literally.

The first thing you were met with was a shroud of shrinkers gasping, eyeing you both with uncertainty.

"You never saw us," Han commanded the shrinkers, the demand sounding more like a factual statement. "¿Comprende?" You figured the reason for the command had something to do with the, "whackjob," ex-wife Han had mentioned. A short tap on Han's shoulder turned him around at the speed of light. "Bob!" He addressed the shrinker, who was notably disguised as Han himself. "You and the boys stand guard. Nobody gets through." Bob nodded as Han snapped his fingers, causing an entrance on the other side of the room to open up.

"Let's go, Honey," he growled to you as he grabbed your hand and led you to the opening. The pet name sent sparks through your body, but you persisted onwards instead of acknowledging it. Before you knew it, you were venturing down twisted hallways, nearly falling down illusive corridors, and making one too many wrong turns at times.

Yet, you never let go of Han's hand during the entire journey.

It was not long before the afterlife police, as you decided to refer to them, had discovered that a living being had illegally crossed into the afterlife, prompting an automated voice to blare, " Warning: 6-9-9 Violation," multiple times over. Furthermore, you had lost count on how many times you and Han had to maneuver your way into tight corridors or plainly defy the laws pf physics to conceal yourselves. That is exactly how you ended up, quite literally, on the ceiling. You only dropped down once the crowd of cops had made their rounds, calling, "All clear!"

"We're like Bonnie and Clyde, you and I," Han remarked as he dusted off his suit and retook hold of your hand. "Without the bullet holes, of course." You nodded your head in agitation, feeling a bit irritated at the circumstance; after all, you still wanted your daughter back.

"Do you even know where we're going?" you motioned to the hallway in front of you, allowing for Han to take the lead once more.

"You go right down this hallway, take three rights, through the ninth door, and right to the Soul Train!" Han once again made the whistle-pulling movement before letting go of your hand; the only thing was he was going in the opposite direction of what he had just described.

"And where are you going?!" you interrobanged, crossing your arms towards the demon.

"I have to go to the little boy's room first," he replied casually, making your face scrunch up in grotesque. He could detect your nervousness, so he clasped a hand onto your shoulder. "We'll get Astrid back, don't worry. I promise on Bob's soul." This time, Han did not catch on fire, allowing you to conclude that the earlier circumstance had indeed been a lie. Yet, the honesty he now possessed ignited a passionate fire within your heart; you sensed the care he felt for Astrid, and it was just as strong as the amount in which you possessed.

You nodded in response, moving your hand to hold the one currently placed on your shoulder. You heard footsteps coming down the hallway, so you quickly scurried off in opposite directions assuming that it was the cops.

Little did you know how wrong you were...

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Neon lights illuminated the air as you cascaded down a flight of stairs. There were multiple souls near the train tracks, dancing a never-ending choreographing, acting as if they were alive once more. Yet, past all of those energetic souls, you spotted a glum, frightened girl being hoisted to the Soul Train against her better judgement.

"ASTRID!" you screamed out, your callings drowned by the lively music that was blasting. You watched against your will as your daughter was thrown into the train, instantly becoming swallowed into a crowd of party-goers now making their respective ventures onto the locomotive. You rushed down the steps as fast as your legs would let you and pushed through the crowd of dancers filling the train.

"Astrid!" you called once again, only this time she heard your desperate cries and made her way towards you. You gripped onto her hand firmly and pulled her off of the Soul Train just in time as the doors closed and the train made its departure for The Great Beyond. You engulfed Astrid in a tight bear hug, holding onto her for dear life; the sweet moment was short-lived, however, as the afterlife police began to surround the area, slowly enclosing on you and Astrid.

You looked around, hoping to find some sort of escape as Astrid trembled in your arms. You pointed to a door with a red neon sign above it reading, "Emergency Exit." You and Astrid made your way to the door, Astrid holding up the skirt of her Halloween costume so that it would not slow her down.

"By the way," she began breathlessly. "I saw dad!" Your face lit up in delight; the scenario revolving around your ex-husband's departure to the afterlife had been shrouded in mystery. Years ago, he had went on an expedition in the Amazon River; several days afterwards, they could not find his body. You had tried to reach out to him several times, but you were never able to, and you never knew the reason as to why. Hearing that Astrid had seen him put all of your worries to rest.

However, you barely had time to react to her statement as you pushed the door open. Instead of your feet making their next steps out of the afterlife, they began freefalling and landed in a pile of sand. You looked around at your surroundings, and you found yourself in a desert-esque wasteland. The only objects in sight besides sand granules were weirdly shaped rock carvings.

"Where are we?" Astrid worriedly asked as she looked frantically at the sight.

"I don't know!" you replied with just as much worry, if not more. Suddenly, Astrid tapped your shoulder and pointed towards a nearby planet.

"Look! That's Saturn! So we must be on one of its moons!" she shook her head in disbelief. "I swear, the afterlife is so random!" You were not able to formulate a response before the sand arounds you began to shift; a puff of tan dust appeared suddenly, and you and Astrid found yourselves faced with a black and white striped monstronsity arising from the depths of the wasteland. It had beady red eyes that were glaring hungrily at you both.

"Sandworm!" you instantly remembered the creature, both from your multiple paranormal books and from the events that transpired so long ago. You grabbed Astrid's hand and ran at the speed of light across the deserted wasteland. The sandworm was about to catch up to you both when you heard a familiar voice:

"Take my hand!" Mirroring the statement, a hand dropped down and swiftly pulled Astrid up onto a ledge. The sandworm had began to rear its second ugly head as the hand reached back down to grab you; the mystery being pulled you up onto the surface as well, shutting the door harshly behind you three before the sandworm had a chance to strike. It was here in which you finally came into contact with the face that belonged to the limb:

Astrid's father.

He looked much different than you remembered, naturally. His skin was a seafoam green shade, most likely resulting from the waterlogging of his body. He had sores all over his body, exposing parts of his muscle from the forehead down. Finally, the most humorous feature, he had tiny blue pirhannas nibling on every sector of his body.

The three of you spoke for a long time over respective cups of coffee. He had complimented Astrid's Halloween costume; she was dressed as Marie Curie after she had been poisoned by radiation. Furthermore, he commented how he was always watching over you guys, although neither of you were able to visualize him. He ended the conversation with a hug before the automated voice sounded another warning about the 6-9-9 violation.

"We've got to get back to Winter River," you stated as your body lurched up, ready to take action.

"We can't leave until Astrid gets her life back," your widower replied, standing up from his chair. "Follow me." The three of you sped for quite sometime until you had reached the ticket booth. Here, you saw Jeongin, smirking deviously in your direction with a voucher in hand, no doubt a passport to venture back into the living world.

"Don't stamp that passport!" Astrid's father yelled out in desperation, but the operator at the ticket window had already done the unthinkable.

"You're too late," Jeongin smugly commented as he waited for his passport to be returned. Jeongin was right; time had ran out.

Or so you thought.

"I think it was Doestoevsky who said," a moderate voice began as the "operator" slid Jeongin back his passport. Jeongin's sly grin slowly faded as he read the stamp marking:

Shit Out of Luck.

The operator lifted his head up to reveal a pale, squirrel like face with messy green hair entracing the sides.

"Later, fucker!" Han's hand gripped onto a lever beside him as Jeongin glanced up at him with worry. Before he could protest, Han's hand had yanked the lever down, opening up a trap-door into a fiery inferno. Jeongin fell down into eternal torture, never to cause harm to anyone again.

"You don't mess with the daughter of the love of my afterlife!" Han screamed into the entrance to Hell. You only caught a glimpse of his words, but they still fluttered your heart, nevertheless.

Before you knew it, Han was standing right beside you, Astrid, and Astrid's father.

"I've got it from here, big guy," Han winked at Astrid's father, causing him to mumble a quick, 'I love you,' to Astrid before speeding off.

"This way, follow me!" Han led the two of you back down the same twisting corridors you had traveled earlier in the venture until you reached a room with dark blue walls and a ladder in the dead center. "This is as far as I go for now," he commented, a look of regret replacing the one of smugness that was usually present

"Mom, is this-"

"Beetlejuice? The one and only, Honey!" Han interupted Astrid's inquiry, holding out a ghostly hand to shake. "But you can call me Han. Or dad if you'd prefer." You waved your hand across your neck in a, 'stop-talking,' motion, causing Han to clear his throat. "Well, carry on then!" He held steadily onto the ladder, helping Astrid climb up with you prepared to follow.

"I'll see you soon, Wifey," Han remarked as his hands snaked around your waist. You quickly embraced his hug, not caring how twisted it may have seemed. You held his words close to your heart as you let go, clutching onto the ladder as you exited the afterlife.

---

You climbed, and climbed, and climbed until your arms were sick of doing so. Eventually, you reached an opening which led to the Winter River Cemetary.

You were home at last.

Astrid turned around to face you, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Thank you for saving my life," her voice trembled as she expressed her gratitude. "I'm so sorry I never belived that you saw ghosts and...I don't know, I'm just sorry for all of it!"

There were only two situations you can say you ever felt your heart truly beat. The first was when you met Han for the first time; the second was this exact moment.

You and Astrid's relationship was subpar, at best. Ever since her father's passing, she had refused to interact with you, especially where the paranormal was concerned. Until tonight, Astrid thought the entire concept of spirits, witches, demons, and all things supernatural was a load of hullabaloo. She never wanted to claim you as her mother.

Until tonight that was, when you had earned her trust back.

You inched forward in preparation to give a response; however, your train of thought derailed when you heard someone calling your name repeatedly, insisting upon the fact that you were, 'late,' for something. You glanced over Astrid's shoulder and noticed that it was the town pastor calling your name. That is when it hit you:

"Oh my gosh, my wedding!" you yelled as you rushed towards the church building, Astrid trailing your feet close behind.

"Wait, mom, after everything that's happened tonight, you know you don't have to do this, right?" Astrid asked earnestly. Your mind flashed back to the events of tonight; the pet names Han had called you, how tightly he had held your hand, how he referred to you as, "the love of his afterlife." You knew by all means those were not the events Astrid was talking about by a long shot; however, they sunk the truth into her words.

"I know, but if I don't do it now, I'm never going to do it!"

"Are you really sure about this?" Astrid could sense the unsincerity in your tone. You let out an aggravated sigh.

You were not actually sure, that was the truth. I mean, who truly is sure about marrying a man they have been committed to for less than a year, let alone a man who proposed on the same day as your father's funeral?!

You answered, hesitance prominent in your voice, yet giving a response in attempts to convince both your daughter and yourself that this marriage was a good thing: "Hyun loves me, and that's got to be enough!"

Ah yes, Hyun. Short for Hyunjin. The tragic fiancé you had met at a widow's resort. He had told you his sob story of a tale, how his fiancé had perished in a skiing accident, and as you would have put it, the two of you just clicked.

You agreed to the marriage on his accord rather than your own, truly; you felt pressured by the crowd of people watching his proposal at your father's funeral and by his desperate pleas. You knew this was not what was in the tarot cards for you, yet you tried to claim that it was.

You had finally reached the entrance of the church when you ran into the aforementioned fellow. He lazily embraced you, your arms suddenly becoming doubtful to wrap around him in return.

"I thought you got cold feet," Hyunjin confessed as he removed his arms from around you.

"No, blame me," Astrid piped up. "She just saved me from my date from hell."

"Who are all of these people?" you failed to acknowledge either statement, instead taking notice of all the unfamilarity present within the crowd of attendees.

"Just a couple of influencers; nobody under five million followers, and I think we have a Netflix executive in there," Hyunjin smiled as he said this, but you could only groan in frustration.

You see, along with being your husband to be, Hyunjin was also your manager. He partnered alongside you for every media project you participated in, most specifically your new hit show, "Ghost House." Hyunjin loved the attention.

You did not. Hence, your disapproval of the wedding guests.

Your anxious thinking once again halted, this time as a result of Astrid snapping her fingers repeatedly.

"Are we doing this or what?" she asked impatiently.

"Right, yes, of course," Hyunjin agreed before eyeing you up and down. "Where is your dress?" You waved your hands slightly in dismissal.

"All that matters is that I am here now, so let's just skip straight to the vows," you did not make eye contact for a second as you spoke to him.

"Wait, where's Delia?" Astrid quieried about your step-mother. A flash of light and a rumble of thunder caused everyone to turn their attention to the front of the church pew.

"Yo!" a voice boomed across the audience, and you glanced forward to see the one and only. "She's right here," he responded to Astrid's question, pointed to the red-haired lady standing beside him.

One thing about Han: he was excellent at keeping his promises.

"She was helping me calm down before the wedding," Han continued. "I was feeling a little jittery." He chuckled arduously before pushing Delia aside.

"You!" Hyunjin thundered as he sped across the aisle. "You're that thing from my dream!" He was referring to an earlier occurance in which he had muttered the legendary three-word encantation and found himself in a dreamlike state encountering Han.

"Well, I'm really more nightmare material, but thanks!" You stifled a chuckle at Han's comeback.

"Whats up, Be-" Astrid attempted to call Han's real name; however, her voice was quickly stifled, accompanied by a tsking from Han.

"Part of the deal is you can never ever say my name, ever!" Han explained the reasoning behind the sudden silencing as Astrid rubbed her throat; Han held up the handbook for the dead from earlier.

"What deal?" Astrid asked in return.

"The deal she," Han pointed at you, "made to save you," he moved his pointer finger to Astrid. "That's why I said you can call me dad earlier."

"Y/n." Delia stated your name bluntly. "You agreed to marry him?!" Saying Delia was outraged was a complete understatement. She looked at you with horror present in your eyes, terrified as to how the next events would unfold. You began to stumble over your words.

"Well, uh. You see I did, but I was, um," you felt desperate prying at your words. Han looked at you with intrigued intent; both he and you knew the real reason why you had chosen to marry him, yet he also knew you were trying to find a way to hide your true intentions. The glares he was sending your way did not aid your cause; they were sultry, yet agitating, as if they were encouraging you to tell how you fell in love with a demon and that was why you were so quick to agree to a marriage in order to save your daughter.

"Y/n, what is really going on here?" Hyunjin interrogated, his annoyed gaze boring into yours. Your stare instead found Han's, your eyes pleading for his help.

"Wow!" Han exclaimed as he threw the handbook onto the altar. "Talk about awkward!" He had suddenly appeared behind Hyunjin, an arm slung around his shoulders and causing the crowd to gasp. "You haven't made much progress since our last session, so I'm going to go ahead and recommend some drug therapy." Han was once again referring to the "dream" Hyunjin had prior in the day. He pulled out a filled syringe labeled, 'truth serum,' and injected the liquid straight into Hyunjin's neck.

"Don't be afraid to share when you're ready!" he told Hyunjin with a cheeky grin on his face. Hyunjin's body betrayed him in this moment, shifting towards you with blown out eyes and quivering lips, as if he was trying to hold back from saying something. Han had appeared behind you now, the same smug arm snug around your shoulders.

"Let's see what your, "lover," truly thinks, shall we?" Han whispered against your neck. You and Astrid's expressions were contorted into confusion.

"I always thought your whole act was bullshit," Hyunjin suddenly confessed, causing your eyebrows to heighten and your lips to mouth, 'what?' "I never believed in ghosts, spirits, or any of it."

"What?" you inquired, extremely taken aback by his truthfull confession. "All this time? Why the hell did you want to get married then?"

"Money!" Hyunjin outbursted. "I knew I could make more money as your husband than as your manager!" He tried to cusp a hand over his mouth to keep the truth from overflowing but failed tremendously; meanwhile, your mouth was agape at the words he was spilling. "And I never had a dead fiancé. I just went to that survivor's retreat to try and pick up a girl," he winced at his last confession. You could feel nothing in your heart but anger and disgust; Han, on the other hand felt immense pleasure in seeing your realization of what an absolute scumbag your ex soon-to-be-wed was.

"How about a little physical therapy?" Han gently grasped your fist and lifted it up, taking the action straight out of your mind. Before a rational thought could cross your mind, you had knocked Hyunjin clean in the nose, the force of the impact catapulting him backwards. Han clapped forcefully and joyously at the incident, and you did something that shocked yourself; you smiled. For once in your life, you had stood up for yourself, and you took pride in that. In the midst of your self-glory, Han began to address the crowd.

"We'd like to thank you all for coming, but right now, we'd like a little privacy." He snapped his fingers, and the crowd subconsciously turned their phones around so the camera faced them. Their faces began to morph into grotesque shapes as they were pulled into their cellular cameras. In a flash, every unfamiliar face in the audience had vanished, leaving only you, Han, Astrid, Delia, Hyunjin, and the church's pastor. The latter of the six attempted to make his escape through the back entrance; however, his efforts were for nothing as Han was two steps in front of him, standing square in the middle of the doorframe.

"Where ya going, Padre?" Han asked rhetorically; he snapped his fingers once more, and the pastor appeared at the front of the altar, his Bible in hand. Han subsequently poofed on the left side in front of the pastor, reaching out a hand for you to join him on the right. An undead symphony began to play a surprisingly harmonious melody as the two of you linked arms. You looked up at him, slightly hesitant at the suddenness of the events at hand. The remaining few in the crowd began to sing along to the melody that was playing, notably doing so under hypnosis. Han took your hand in his and brought you closer to him, beginning to slow dance with you under the radiant light of the church's chandelier.

You would have been lying if you said there was not a part of you that did not like this experience. Sure, Han was a demon who had done questionable things and was downright psychotic at certain points. Yet, you could not stop thinking about what he had done and subsequently said earlier: "You don't mess with the daughter of the love of my afterlife!"

It made you realize: he truly cared about you. Unlike most demons, he had some semblance of a heart, even if he had a funny way of showing it. Not only this, but he cared about your daughter like she was his own, and that won your heart straight away.

The lights dimmed as you leaned into his embrace, beginning to slow-dance. He smiled as he looked down at you, wrapping a loose arm around your waist to hold you there and planting a small kiss on the top of your forehead.

"I knew you knew who you belonged with." Before you could respond, you were floating; you had found that ghosts tended to do that when they demonstrated affection. Although the experience was supernatural, you did not want it any other way. You stared deep into Han's eyes and he reciprocated. You contemplated leaning in for a kiss, knowing what that would mean for Han but the mere thought of it being more exhilerating than nerve-wracking.

That is why it was such a pain whenever the afterlife police crashed the wedding. They broke in through the windows, fell from the chandeliers, and some even came out of the spot where the symphony was playing. The music came to a halt, and the low lights came back up.

"Mr. Juice!" the lead of the afterlife police named Wolf Jackson boomed. "You have violated code 6-9-9!" Wolf did not get to finish, as Han took out a megaphone and shouted the word, 'Freeze,' causing the guards to do just that. You had hoped that was the last of the night's problems.

You found out that you were sorely mistaken.

The church doors flew open, and there stood a ghostly young woman; her skin was somehow paler than Han's. Her hair, eyes, nails, clothing, and shoes were all as black as ebony, and staples adorned what seemed to be a never-ending scar cascading down her body.

"BEETLEJUICE!" she thundered across the church pews, slowly making her way towards the demon. Han looked absolutely astounded in negativity.

"Sweetheart!" He grimaced as he spoke the pet name. "You look amazing!" From these four words alone, you came to the conclusion that this was Delores, Han's ex-wife that he had mentioned in passing. All of a sudden, Delores moved her hand in a swift motion, flinging you away from Han as she drew closer to him. He sputtered out multiple things about going through a lot of changes, how it was not her but him, and something about a mid-afterlife crisis.

"Your soul belongs to me, my love. For eternity," she did not take into account anything Han had said, only focused on sucking the remainder of his living soul out of him.

"You don't wanna spend your eternity with me!" Han retaliated nervously. "I'm not the one for you. You need a soulmate. Somebody who really sees you. For instance," he stepped out of the way, revealing an unfrozen Hyunjin. He snapped his fingers, changing the tuxedo top Hyunjin was wearing into a T-shirt stating, "I <3 Delores." This captivated her attention, more with confusion than arousal albeit.

You, on the other hand, were still splayed on the ground where Delores had played human ping pong with you. You glanced over to your right and saw Astrid drawing a symbol on the ground with Delia's lipstick. She knocked on it three times; you were not sure what it was until her knocks caused it to open like a trapdoor. It was a gateway to the same deserted area you and Astrid had been in earlier. Coming to a swift realization, the three of you moved out of the trapdoor's vicinity just in time to narrowly miss the large sandworm that erupted through the opening.

After an entanglement of Han leading the sandworm on where to go with a red cloth like a matador, the sandworm had swallowed both Delores and Hyunjin whole. Funnily enough, the pastor used this time to make his legitimate escape while Han was concerned with commanding the sandworm.

You sighed out of relief. 'This is the end of it,' you truly believed. Astrid and Deliah helped you up as you glanced at Han, mouthing a 'thank you' to him.

"No problem, my love," he replied, sadness slightly tinging his voice. "See you on the other side."

And as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone.

---

"I want to thank all of you ghosties out there for your support over all of these years." Thunder clapped as you spoke solumly into the camera. "This is my last show. I have spent so much time talking to the dead. It's time I start living and make memories with the people I love, rather than be haunted by them later." The tape stopped rolling automatically, and you let out a sigh of relief. You stood up from your filming chair, which was truly just the recliner in your attic, and walked over to the replica of Winter River. It was still split in half from a certain visitor; however, you felt there was no need in repairing it as you sat on your knees, especially not with what you were about to do.

You had been thinking a lot lately. You knew what your heart longed to do, and it was time to put that motion into effect. As such, you closed your eyes, took in a deep breath, and muttered the same name three times.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice."

Han did not make much of a scene as he appeared this time; he had been watching over you the last few days, and knew the intensity of a typical arrival would be too much.

"Well, well, well," he remarked slowly. You opened your eyes and saw the ghost directly in front of you, sitting in a similar position to your own. The sight of him made you smile with pure joy, and he could not help but return it. "I'm glad to see the second marriage has made you finally pick up the phone," he teased you and you let out a small giggle.

"I've been thinking," you muttered. "And as I think, my mind keeps wondering back to one particular moment when we were together last. You really pulled through for me and Astrid," you spoke kindly, truthfully, your heart picking up the pace with every word you spoke towards him. "I know you told the ex-wife that she needed a soulmate. Someone who understands her." You reached out to grab Han's cold, pale hand. "I know you weren't talking to me, but," you took a brief pause to contemplate your next words. "I think that's what you are to me."

Your words caused Han's mouth to go agape, his eyes wide in astonishment. "Are you saying..."

Instead of saying anything, you showed him. You cupped his snow-white chipmunk cheeks and brought his face to your own, capturing him in a daring kiss. It was full of passion, romanticism, and overall, love.

Everything you would expect a demon not to possess.

You only pulled away from the kiss when you heard the sound of Han's heart beating. You softly opened your eyes where an incredulous image awaited you:

Han's skin had darkened into a light, peachy color. The dark black rings around his eyes had vanquished, and the shaggy green hair he once possessed had now morphed into healthy brown locks. His eyes, for once, looked as if they contained life.

Because they did.

You knew kissing Han in addition to signing that marriage contract would bring him back to life; however, you had decided that was the life you wanted. Countless times, he had shown how he would pull through for you, how he would best his demon status and do anything you asked.

You were confident he was your purpose.

"Woah," Han glanced down at himself, astounded by the sight of himself alive once more. "You brought me back to life." He could not express his thoughts in mere words; therefore, he did so by engulfing you in the tightest hug known to mankind. Against his chest, you mumbled a sentence that made his beating heart pound:

"Han, you brought me back to life."

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 19 Prompt: Steddie as Parents

Tags: Established Relationship, Good Parent Steve Harrington, Good Parent Eddie Munson, Christmas Fluff, Elf on the Shelf, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, The Return Of Marley Harrington-Munson

wc: 1079 | Rating: G

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Steve and Eddie grew up thinking the highlight of being a parent around the holidays was getting to partake in any and all Santa traditions. To some extent it is, they both love taking Marley to see the big man, and watching her open the gifts they worked hard to secure is always a top ten moment of the year. But Santa isn’t the only highlight for kids anymore. Nowadays Elf on the Shelf is all the rage and they’re fully on board.

Maybe too on board if they’re being honest.

See, Steve and Eddie have very different approaches to the Elf on the Shelf madness that transpires in their house during the month of December.

After one too many heated arguments over what the Elf should do next, they found a compromise. Steve is in charge of Mango the Elf on even days, Eddie on odds, and neither one is allowed to criticize what the other chooses to do.

Not only does it preserve the Christmas magic for Marley, who nearly stumbled in on the two of them playing tug-o-war with the stupid Elf at two in the morning three years ago, but it also saves their marriage. Steve can’t think of many other things that would be more embarrassing than admitting to a marriage counselor that they’re there because of a damn Elf.

Like clockwork, Mango the Elf arrives on December 1st in a chaotic flurry that Eddie manages to one-up every year. Steve has no idea how he does it, but even he can’t help but marvel at the creative scenes Eddie manages to create — especially this year’s which saw Mango arrive by way of a hot air balloon.

It was a tough act to follow, but the two have made it clear that competition has no space in Mango’s antics. After all, it’s all about putting a smile on Marley’s face. How big that smile is shouldn’t matter.

(It definitely does.)

After scouring Pinterest for ideas and a quick call to Robin who thinks the entire Elf Shenanigans is a nightmare, Steve finds himself cutting 200 pieces of paper into snowflakes to transform their living room into a winter wonderland for Mango to play in.

And so it goes.

Eddie creates mayhem and messes — chocolate chips left in the sink because Mango used it as a toilet, toilet paper dropped over the chandelier, and worst of all, flour all over the kitchen after she engaged in a snow angel competition with Barbie.

Steve bites his tongue and focuses his energy on wholesome moments — a Christmas bow rock climbing wall, a slumber party with socks sleeping bags, and plenty of guests, and of course, Marley’s favorite: Mango’s trip to the Elf spa.

They keep each other on their toes, pushing each other to be more and more creative and Marley gets to wake up every morning to a new scene that brings a smile on her face and reminds them of the childlike wonder they were robbed of but are making up for now.

It’s a flawless plan, until disaster strikes.

“Have you seen Mango?”

“Mango?” Eddie yawns, shuffling into the kitchen. “We didn’t buy any Mangos. S’a summer fruit.”

“Not the fruit, the Elf. What did you do with her last night?”

Eddie yawns again, scratching his bare chest as he waits for the coffee to finish brewing. “I hid her like always. A good one too. You know the birdhouse in the yard? Well, it’s now Mango’s treehouse. Decorated it and everything.”

“You mean the birdhouse that is currently being swarmed by a couple of Blue Jays?” Steve asks, voice teetering in the space between calm and panic.

Abandoning the Kurig, Eddie slides across the floor and over to the window that overlooks the backyard. Sure as shit, a couple of Bluejays are going to town on the birdhouse and Mango judging by the red fabric gliding through the morning breeze.

“Oh shit! Mango!”

Steve and Eddie both sprint into the backyard. Steve works on scaring the birds off, while Eddie collects the mangled pieces that remain of Mango. A leg on the floor, an arm in the bushes across the yard. Her decapitated head lays beaten and bruised inside the birdhouse, eyes pecked out and nose completely missing. Tinsel litters the grass along with the careful construction paper decorations Eddie had spent hours making.

If he weren’t so panicked over what Marley is going to think when she wakes up, he’d be crying.

“What are we going to do!”

“It’s too late to get a replacement this year,” Steve says, shaking his head at the carnage in Eddie’s hands. “Maybe we… we write a note! Say Santa called Mango back early because Marley’s been so good and he needs extra hands on present duty?”

“That could work!” Eddie smiles, leaning over the tinsel-covered grass to kiss Steve. “Look at you, coming in clutch with a story. Told ya I’d make a storyteller out of you one day.”

Steve snorts. “Only took 15 years.”

“Better late than never.”

Steve shakes his hand before his eyes drift back over to Mango’s destroyed state. Letting out a sigh, he tips his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Is it weird m’going to miss this thing?”

Eddie shakes his head, jostling Steve in the process. “It feels like a death. Maybe we should bury her.”

“And risk Marley digging her up in the summer?”

“You’re right. She doesn’t need that trauma,” Eddie chuckles. “Let’s have a moment of silence in her honor then.”

Steve doesn’t argue and they both duck their heads for a moment or two before a gust of wind picks up turning them into shivering messes. After hiding Mango’s form in the trash bin, they return to their warm kitchen.

“We are going to replace her though, right?” Eddie asks, finally sipping his coffee.

“Oh definitely. The minute they’re back in stock I’m buying two. One for next year and one for backup just in case your wild scenes turn disastrous again.”

“Smart thinking,” Eddie smiles. “Guess I should get started on that letter.”

Glancing at the clock, Steve nods. “Better hurry. Marley’ll be up any minute."

"Shit," Eddie says, scrambling to open their junk drawer full of pens and random scraps of paper. "Distract her for me?" 

"I'll try my best," Steve says, pressing a kiss to the top of Eddie's head before disappearing in the direction of Marley's room. 

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

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-> Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

-> Request: No.

-> Summary: It's Yeosang's birthday.

-> Warnings: None.

-> Word Count: 493

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With balloons in hand, Y/N is patiently waiting in the lobby of the KQ building for her boyfriend to come down and join her for their lunch plans. The receptionist keeps checking in with her to ensure she's comfortable waiting for Yeosang instead of going up to meet him. Y/N explains that they agreed to meet in the lobby before heading to the little cafe across the street. With only an hour for lunch, they want to make the most of their time together before returning to their busy schedules.  

A minute passed before the elevator doors opened revealing a familiar figure. Y/N's heart flutters as Yeosang, with his charming smile and gentle demeanor, approaches her. She smiles, holding out the balloons and greeting him as he reaches her, “Happy Birthday, My Love.” 

"Thank you, Jagiya," he says, taking them and hugging her while pressing a kiss to her temple. 

Y/N feels her cheeks flush at the intimate gesture. Yeosang wasn’t huge on public displays of affection but when it came to her, he can't help but let his guard down.

"Ready for lunch?" she asks him, ready to celebrate his birthday. He nods and they make their way over to the cafe. 

As they enter the cafe, their sense of smell is invaded with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked sweet treats. The cozy atmosphere instantly puts them at ease, creating the perfect setting for their intimate birthday celebration. They order their food and drinks before Y/N spots an empty table near the back, private from the other customers. 

“I’m sorry I can’t celebrate your birthday with everyone tonight,” Y/N apologizes once they are seated. She wasn’t supposed to be working tonight but her boss had ordered her to come in unable to find anyone else to cover the shift. 

“We’re celebrating it now,” he takes her hand, entwining their fingers and reassuring her that it’s okay.  

"I got you something," she says letting go of his hand to reach inside her bag. 

"I told you not to worry about getting me anything," he reminds her of their conversation last week. 

"I know, but I couldn't resist and I got this before you told me not to get you anything," she replies with a mischievous smile. Finally, she pulls out an envelope and places it in front of him.

Curiosity sparkles in his eyes as he picks it up and carefully opens it. He chuckles when he finds coupons inside. Some are handmade offering one free massage, a day where they only do things he wants to do, and other cheesy couple things as well as some vouchers for his favourite fried chicken place. 

“I love these,” he smiles lovingly at his partner. “I’ll definitely be cashing them in, hopefully soon. I love you,” he leans across the table placing a small peck on her lips. “I love you too,” she replies just as their food and drinks arrive. 

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[the-final-sif]

Okay, so XD now has a Small Child (tm), c!Dream is a little 4 year old who has just been take from his family and forced to wear a strange mask that fundamentally changes his body to a human form. He's not a fan of this, but he's taking it well. Probably.

Now, something that helps is that in Ender Dragon hybrid society, kids split off from their parents relatively young. Not at 4 years old normally, but it'd be shocking for a 10 year old to still be in their parent's nest. The average is about 7-8 for moving to a new nest, but some go as young as 6.

This is partially because Ender Dragons hybrids tend to be quite independent and want their own space, but also because much of Ender Dragon society is highly communal. A kid moves into their own nest (or sometimes a sibling/friend nest), but they aren't really on their own nor are they considered full adults. Most stay nearby their parents (or another set of trusted adults, grandparents, a mentor, cool older sibling, etc) and still get a lot of help from the adults around them.

Every adult is generally considered to be responsible for ensuring the well being of any older child based on their ability rather than genetic relation or adoption.

Some of this culture is historic, but some of it has also come around in "recent" years with Ender Dragon Hybrids being entirely isolated from other societies, cultures, and most outside threats aside from a very strange curse that claims the lives of marked children once each generation. The relative safety of this situation helps enable this sort of culture.

As a result, Dream wasn't necessarily super freaked out by a strange being abducting him. He generally trusts just about every adult he interacts with, and this adult is clearly of the End. The mask was quite shocking, but after XD explained that it was to help protect him, Dream understood. He was sad about leaving behind the people he knew, but also quite excited for this new adventure.

Also XD let him have ice cream, something he'd never had before and that tasted amazing. Clearly this man has secrets.

Great! The child has accepted whatever the fuck is going on here. XD was honestly excepting that to be harder than it was.

Uh.

Okay.

Now, admittedly, XD has been working on this plan for at least 300 years. It's the only chance he'll have at this. He had all the details nailed out, he'd picked the kills, found his excuses, figured out how to try to hide the child, all of it was planned for.

Except he kinda sorta forgot that he did need to actually raise the kid during this part.

In his defense, he no longer really remembers most of his human life. He forgot they like, need things.

Right.

Okay.

So XD realizes he needs to take of this now-human child. What do children need? What do humans need? Dream appeared to enjoy the ice cream. Do humans need ice cream?

He doesn't really want to ask for instructions from the child because that would make him look dumb, so instead XD just... tries to replicate some of what he remembers being around the village that Dream was taken from.

Building Dream a new nest is the first challenge, the child is delighted at the idea and has his own ideas for how it should look. But things have to change a bit, Dream no longer has his wings and a lot of his instincts have changed. He struggles to scrabble up cliff faces without his claws, and he keeps falling over because his balance has changed without his tail.

XD sees this and decides that rather than building a nest in a cliff, a treehouse will need to work instead. It lets Dream stay up higher without looking like an Ender Dragon's home. The trees are also much easier for the child to climb.

Getting a treehouse set up with basic supplies isn't that hard. XD ensures that there's food, sets up a potion brewing area with plenty of supplies, remembers that humans need beds and water for various things, and before too long there's a nice little setup.

Of course, there's plenty of arguing and little Dream isn't entirely happy with everything, but he does like that XD lets him use the potion stand. Before he was told he was too young. But look at him now! He can brew whatever he likes!

Obviously, XD also gives Dream some proper armor and weaponry. He even enchants it so it'll grow as Dream does!

And then, having handed this small child enchanted netherite murder equipment, XD leaves.

Not like! Without warning! He checked that Dream was doing alright and that he knew to stay safe and hidden from any gods, and then... went about his day.

XD is a god! He has things to do! Probably.

More importantly, it's not safe for him to spend too much time around Dream. Not only could it attract attention from the other gods, but it could also seriously harm Dream.

See, humans tend to be negatively impacted by too much exposure to gods. Their bodies aren't made to handle it.

Ender dragon hybrids were famously capable of spending lots of time around gods, and godlings are generally immune to these effects.

But Dream is no longer an ender dragon hybrid or a godling. The mask makes him almost entirely human. Which makes him vulnerable to the effects of being exposed to a god.

So XD leaves the child alone in a treehouse, assuming this will be fine and normal, and promises to come back to check in.

And he does!

A week later

Dream was getting worried about his strange guardian not coming back, but he'd been making do. He'd already found a small local river and started fishing so he could put food away for the winter.

XD was quite proud to see his progress! He also remembered at this point that humans can't just morph their appearances at will, and require clothing external to them. So he produced several extra outfits for Dream.

Dream when XD got him was wearing a lime green shirt and white shorts, and so XD assumes that's what he should look like all the time.

He creates an array of different weather outfits based on that color scheme, makes about 20 copies of each outfit and they find space for them in the house.

XD assumes this should last Dream for a month or so, and then he can replace whatever Dream actually used.

Speaking of used clothing, XD realizes that Dream clearly needs a place to get rid of them once they're used. So he creates a little void linked trash can for Dream to use.

Just drop the clothing in once you're done with them and they're gone!

XD is very smart and has prepared for every situation.

It will be another 10 years before Dream finds out about washing clothing.

With all that settled, XD takes a little bit of time to do some basic training. He hasn't quite told Dream that he's going to need to murder two gods in the future. He will, eventually. But for now XD just tells Dream he'll have a big task in the future, and he needs to be ready.

Dream accepts this without question and when XD leaves again, he starts dedicating himself to figuring out his new body and to his training.

He's also working on reading some of the books that XD left for him on combat tactics.

Admittedly, that one is a bit harder. His reading skills aren't quite there yet. But he is working at it! He makes mental notes to ask XD about what some of the words mean. Hopefully his guardian won't be upset that he can't quite make his way through these books.

He is 4. An older 4 year old, sure, but he's still 4. I think this is important to remember.

XD thankfully isn't upset, and spends some time reading the words out loud to him to help him out. The two of them settle into mostly regular weekly visits.

As Dream settles into the area, he starts to explore more, traveling further and further out.

He's curious about the world. His former home was very cut off. People couldn't go that far. But there seems to be so much space here! The world just keeps going!

One day, he hears something quite strange. The noises seem familiar but aren't quite something he understands. Dream finds himself moving close to the noise, trying to understand it.

As he approaches the source of the noise, he hears a familiar word and suddenly it hits him

It's another person talking.

Oh.

Someone else is here too.

[sol-rambles]

imagine Derap logs on one day to Zam and Mapic at Zaun just hanging out and talking about everything. Being close in a way Derap has never seen Zam with Mapic before. Just lying outside stargazing Zam lying his head on Mapics lap. Talking about what they were going to do after this arc was over, how much they missed being at eachothers side, how weird Mapic being with Flame was, Mapic mentioning how much he didn't like Zam teaming with Derap whilst Zam reassures him it will all be okay and that Mapic is always his no.1 priority. How he's never betraying him again.

The two giggling together about something and whispering, before taking off to Zam's base. Once there they make a bedroom and place their beds as close as they can together and decorate it. Leaving somewhere to hang up their armour. Brewing pots together and chatting the whole time. Zam gives Mapic half of his god apples and the two head back to Zaun, Mapic drops Zam off and pats him on the head, Zam leans over and gives him a goodbye hug and Mapic flies away right as Derap comes out of the treehouse.

[masterbuilderintern]

Would you be able to share your Axel headcanons? 👀👀👀👀 I am intrigued.

Congrats you just opened my insanity box.

-Axel shows a lot of symptoms of neglect through hating his own emotions or just a simple scene of him being afraid to outright ask for something from Jesse. Almost all of the scenes I'm thinking of are meant to be jokes but they aren't really funny to me. I take this game WAY too seriously, it's a little embarrassing LMAO.

He's also not nearly as aggressive as he initially seems? Like in his interactions with Lukas, he obviously hated that guy at first but he never physically hurt him. A lot of bark, but only bites if you make him.

A lot of talk just to say he totally had an okay parental figure in his life (personally think he was raised by a single mother) only to lose them very early on and absolutely nobody helped him after the fact. He idolized the griefer attitude, a life where you do whatever you want whenever, where you make your own rules. A very "hurt people hurt people" kind of life and he's not even realizing the issue.

For all members of the treehouse gang, I like to think they ended up together through their shared experience of being constantly let down by a world that should've been there for people like them. Whether it was a specific tragedy or just being a little "different" from other people, it caused them to isolate at some point in their lives.

MORE LIGHTHEARTED HEADCANONS:

-Axel has a quiet interest in brewing. Over time he became less embarrassed about it, especially with Ivor around to teach him better. In my perfect world where Axel and Olivia came along for the portal arc, Axel actually supplied the potions Lukas needed to recover from the Sky City incident.

Sure Ivor could've done it, but "It's good practice." Or that's the excuse Axel gave.

-He's also very good at sewing. Specifically, because he made that creeper mask and Enderdragon costume for Reuben. I just think it's cute. I need to do a sketch page of it but I like to think Axel has a mask collection he made himself.

Axel comes off as a tank main that subclasses as a healer to me.

-Petra is the coolest person ever to him. Even after he gets to know her. He had this unrealistic idea of her for a while but after getting to know her found out they share a lot in a much deeper way than just "the fighters." It changed how he saw her but for the better.

It's almost like when you have an older sister you idolize and when you grow up you still look up to her but you're also aware that she's just a person.

-He's always bickering with Olivia, like all the time. But if anything happened to her he'd become a serial killer real fast.

LESS FUNNY HEADCANONS:

-Axel took brewing more seriously after the F-Bomb incident. He never wants to be in a situation where he doesn't know what to do when someone is hurt ever again.

-Also, Axel has definitely been desensitized to death, he was way too normal about people killing themselves in Boom Town. My man has been THROUGH IT. Well, desensitized to STRANGERS dying, anyway.

-Jesse went with Olivia to Redstonia and Axel went to Boom Town alone. This symbolizes two things. One: It's a really big moment where he admits he's grown to trust Lukas a lot more to keep an eye out for survivors and fortify HQ by himself. Two: Boom Town made Axel realize how flippant he's been with his own safety, and how much he needs to start caring more because he has people in his life now that he doesn't want to lose.

[someonefantastic]

“Pass me the sledgehammer.” For any combo of the Charmed sisters!

Thank you!!! It's short but I genuinely just needed to get some charmed sister vibes out of my head and into writing. This takes place ambiguously before Wyatt was born

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"Pass the sledgehammer," Paige commands, palm open as if expecting everyone around her to simply comply. Instead, she gets Piper balking at her and taking tiny steps to put herself between the aforementioned object and Paige.

"No way. You are not knocking down that wall, missy."

Paige half pouts, half rolls her eyes. "You said you wanted help with the nursery. I am simply lending my expertise."

From behind the both of them, lounging on the window seat with a spread of baby shopping magazines, Phoebe snorts. "Since when were you a construction expert."

"Since my dad and I built a treehouse when I was eight."

"You do realize that doesn't exactly make you qualified, right?" Piper fires back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Maybe not but I do know that I can knock down a wall as well as I can knock down a demon." Not waiting for an answer, Paige puts out her hand again. "Sledgehammer."

In a burst of swirling light the sledgehammer teleports from behind Piper into her hand which drops slightly before adjusting to the new weight.

Piper's face screws up into a deep frown. "Oh that is so personal gain."

"I'm just helping my sister and soon to be niece. Trust me on this one." She swings the sledgehammer back, winding up for what's going to be a really good destruction of plaster even as Piper cries out in protest when the same lights from earlier appear, leaving Leo in their wake. Right in front of her too.

"Woah!" Leo exclaims, throwing his hands up in defense as Paige catches herself right before the swing. "What's going on here?"

"Nursery renovation. Don't worry about it."

Leo glances from her, to Piper, to Phoebe who offers up, "Paige has gone a little sledgehammer happy."

"I have not!" Paige pauses. "Okay, maybe a little."

"Well maybe lets not renovate my child's nursery without having the handyman and carpenter around," Leo half smiles gesturing to himself. "Besides, I just came from the Elders. Seems like there's some major demonic activity brewing and they want you three to look into it."

"Guess nursery renovations can wait," Piper says, looking all too relieved.

Paige sighs and hefts the hammer onto her shoulder. "Fine but I'm bringing the sledgehammer."

[theentropiceye]

Act 1 - 1

The Twin Travelers

The first slivers of sunlight pierce through the canopy of a dense jungle, casting luminous patterns across the wooden floorboards of a solitary treehouse. 

Inside, nestled atop the highest point of the structure, lay a modest sleeping area, with a large yellow bed rested in the middle and flanked by shelves of books and a lever affixed to a redstone lamp. 

Someone stirs above the bed. It's a young adult. Average stature, black hair (somewhat long), eyes black as well, and a short, well groomed beard. 

He descends through a spiral staircase that connects the upper quarters to the main living area, the figure enters a spacious room bathed in warm, natural light. The large windows lined the walls offer a panoramic view of the vast expanse of greenery and the ocean in the distance. A couch and a low stone table occupy the center of the room, while a polished brewing stand and a small collection of books sit neatly against one side. 

He stops by the window, watching the waves roll lazily onto the distant shore. The ocean sparkles beneath the morning sun, losing this thought at its sight. 

Shortly after, he makes his way down the spiral of stairs. He first stops at the main floor - a patch of melons and wheat are planted on it, with some water drops dripping from the swimming pool above. 

He opens one of the many large chests next to him, and retrieves a backpack with a white sleeping bag, a kite shield with a red and white pattern, and a sword made of… a rather unusual metal. 

After that, he continues down the stairs, making it into a basement area. Two staircases can be found on it - one appears to have its path blocked by timber blocks, with a lever next to it. The other one, however, is clear to descend. A faint hum of a Nether portal grows louder as he takes this staircase. 

He pulls down another lever that activates the iron doors locking it, and then another one encasing the portal, and he steps into it. 

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Upon manifesting in the Nether, the individual is greeted by a jagged wall of blackstone and basalt surrounding his spawn point. A pathway extends behind him and the portal, leading outside what is revealed to be an outlook high above a basalt delta, covering the portal. 

He sets off along the path, and as he traverses a tunnel through the delta, the outline of another figure appears in the distance, on a Nether waste. 

It's another traveler, like him. As she steps closer, the flickering light of glowstone briefly illuminatie her silhouette. 

She is physically identical to him, almost as if she's a twin, if not someone with a strikingly similar appearance. Unlike the male traveler, she has ponytail on her back, green, sleeveless tunic, long brown trousers, gray boots and bracelets, and and satchel resting at her side, connected to a leather shoulder. 

FEMALE TRAVELER (Cheerfully.): “Good mooorning, Sam!” 

SAM: “Yes, hello again, Sandie. You're early today.” 

SANDIE (FEMALE TRAVELER): “Oh wow, funny you should say that, because I've been here for some minutes! A few more and I would've been blown away by ghasts, you know?” 

SAM: “Oh.” 

SANDIE: “Yeah, you took your sweet time on your treehouse, did you? I was starting to think you'd gone soft up there in the trees.” 

SAM: “We don't have anything important today, other than checking on Arthur and Gwen, so I see no need to rush.” 

The two travelers continue their path, through the wastes. Both of them navigate the uneven terrain with deliberate steps. The atmosphere of the Nether remains as oppresive and abrassive as always. 

Eventually, the 'twin' travelers made their way to a crimson forest, with is vibrant and tall canopies creating a wooden labyrinth, alongside a handful of slender fences that seem to sustain something large above them, way above the canopies that cover it. 

SANDIE (Humming lightly.): “You know? I like how the crimson forest feels warmer, don't you?” 

SAM: I also like the crimson forest, but-- 

SANDIE (Cutting him off.): “See?! I knew you had a soft spot for this place! You're practically glowing with sentiment!” 

SAM: “Uh… sure.” 

As they continue forward, the path dips, leading them to a winding staircase of crimson wood that snakes up a small hill. Lanterns flicker faintly along the edges, with a couple of piglin guards standing next to said staircase, armed with fiery axes and wearing red outfits. 

SANDIE (Waving to the guards): “Helloooo! How do? Did you sleep well?” 

The guards exchange confused stares, seemingly unsure of how to react to her words, although they don't do so in any hostile manner - they simply wave back to Sandie. Sam briefly does the same upon making eye contact with them. 

The staircase leads to a spiraling, upwards tunnel, and at the end of that tunnel lies the entrance to a small piglin village, built above the forest's trees. 

The village is modest but somewhat untidy. The homes and other structures are equally made of carved crimson planks and occasional warped wood, with some iron lanterns illuminating the area. Piglins mill about, occasionally glancing at the travelers but otherwise occupied with their tasks. 

A peculiar, cubic structure stands out, one with an obsidian pillar at the top, signaling its pressence amidst the village. The travelers approach it, revealing it to be a portal hub - three portals stand on each side of the building save for one, each of them connected to a wooden path, and each of them are guarded by piglins, too. 

A piglin brute steps forward as the two approach the village portal. 

PIGLIN BRUTE (Gruffly.): “Travelers. You trade, or you go?” 

SANDIE (Cheerfully.): “Yeah, we're just going to the island! But hey, maybe next time I'll bring something shiny for you, huh?” 

PIGLIN BRUTE (Lost in thought.): “O-oooh… shiny stuff… Y-yes, miss Sandie… and mister Sam, too (He stares at him for a moment.) You can go.” 

The brute snorts and steps aside, gesturing for them to proceed. They step onto the portal platform, crimson slabs creaking underfoot. Sandie pauses for a moment, glancing at the piglins going about their day. 

SANDIE: You ever wonder why they let us use this portal so freely? 

SAM: I do. It's a miracle they have enough memory of us to let us use it. 

SANDIE: (Chuckles.) “You and I both.” 

The portal hums as they step through, and in an instant, the vibrant crimson fades into the blinding brightness of the overworld. 

A cool breeze washes over them as they emerge onto a sandy shore. In the distance, Arthur's island rises over the horizon, the faint silhouette of his village barely visible. 

SANDIE (Taking a deep breath.): “Ah, feels good to be back! Let’s see if Arthur's got anything exciting going on today.” 

SAM: ”Doubt it.” 

SANDIE (Chuckling.): “Always the optimist.” 

Without another word, they begin their trek along the shoreline, heading toward the village nestled beyond the trees. 

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Soon enough, they notice that there is a lot of activity on the village than usual. They see plenty of golems along the way, and they also notice that a handful of villagers are armed with all sort of weapons - some wear armors like the ones the villager trio had when they made Gwen company, and some other simply use axes or, in some rare cases, hoes. The sight of armed villagers is unusual enough to make Sandie slow her pace. 

SANDIE (Lowering her voice.): “Okay… I know I said exciting, but this looks a little too exciting.” 

SAM: “Too exciting to be a raid. Most of the time they just stay indoors.” 

SANDIE (Frowning.): “Yeah! They don't usually arm the people!” 

As they draw closer, Arthur appears from a path leading up to the village. His stance is rigid, and his eyes scan his surroundings in mere seconds. 

SANDIE (Waving.): “Arthur! Hey!” 

He turns his sight to them, and his gaze flickers briefly over them before he gestures for them to hurry. 

ARTHUR: “Well met, travelers. I must say, you've come at a perfect moment.” 

SANDIE (Jogging up to him, grinning.): “Perfect moment, huh? I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing coming from you.” 

SAM: “Looks bad.” 

Arthur's expression darken for a moment. 

ARTHUR: “It looks worse. Much worse than we originally thought. You see… There's a ship near the island. It isn't ours, mind you. And according to Gwen… it's not of the Illagers either. It's… something else.” 

SANDIE (Brow raised.): “Something else? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

ARTHUR (Grimly.): “Gwen and the villagers on the shore say the crew aboard isn't like anything they haven't seen before. For instance, the one at the helm is... quite large, from what I've been told, with a big mouth too. The closest thing to it is a dolphin, and it's still not close to it.” 

SAM: “Pirates, then.” 

ARTHUR: “Well... yes. With all what we know so far, that is indeed the case. In fact, we've already had our first encounter.” 

SANDIE (Gasps.): “Really?! How did it go?!” 

ARTHUR: “Well… we really weren't there to see it, I mean, Gwen and I. But answering your question… it went horribly. You see the walls? (Points the walls at the far end of the gravel path). We placed some golems and guards there. Not one of them have made it out alive.” 

SAM: “Even the golems?” 

ARTHUR: “Even the golems. And much to our surprise, they didn't brech the walls. Gwen has already been sent out to track down whoever… or whatever is responsible of this.” 

SANDIE (Her expression darkens for a moment.): “O-oh… Do you… need our help?” 

ARTHUR: “Oh, Sandie. I am definitely going to need all the hands I can get with this mess.” 

SANDIE (Nods firmly.): “Then you've got us. Just point the way.” 

Arthur's gaze softens for a brief moment, though the weight in his eyes remains. 

ARTHUR: “I appreciate it. For now, the best you can do is wait here - help the villagers and golems for the time being, and look for anything suspicious until further notice from Gwen or myself.” 

Sandie exchanges a glance with Sam, adjusting the strap on her satchel. 

SANDIE (Cheerfully, trying to lift the mood.): “No worries. We've dealt with worse, right?” 

SAM: “Sure.” 

ARTHUR: “Good. Now remember, stay sharp. And if you spot anything… don't engage alone.” 

And with that, Arthur leaves the duo to their own devices. Sandie gives a casual salute while Sam nods silently. They proceed to do as Arthur has requested them. 

Once more, the village grows restless, only just, more than ever, anticipating an uneven circumstance. 

[the-kr8tor]

Fun fact: The r sleeping during the tattoo is a story based off my own mother's experience- she started dozing and she was getting a pretty big tattoo on her arm too (very pretty tho) Daily Hobie HC! hobie but hes not spiderpunk au???? Hobie's been your best friend through everything. The ups and downs of your life, the relapses, everything ever since you two met. However, like possibly every person to lay eyes on him, unless you don't have taste, you couldn't help but find him attractive to the point where if he got too close you'd get a tiny...insy weensy bit flustered. Although you knew it was a crush, you didn't want to call it that for the fear of ruining the friendship. Meanwhile, on Hobie's side, he couldn't help but find you cute, and unlike you, is less afraid to show it. Of course, Hobie's more hesitant with romantically suggesting his feelings, but platonically? He calls you adorable in an overly sweet voice that you joke gives you diabetes. Hobie can't help but stare at the roof every night before bed, a small smile tugging at his lips at the thought of you and when he could see you next. He frequently invites you to sleep over so much so that the houseboat is practically your second house. A treehouse, but better. You could swear that you spend more time in his boat than your own proper house, but you didn't mind. Hobie woke up earlier than you this time, a rarity, but you were pretty tired after Hobie had tested 3-4 shots of espresso on you (yeah...that went well.....). You walked out into the kitchen as you heard Hobie brewing up some hot chocolate, the air cold enough to prick at your skin, but the inside warm enough for you to ignore the sensation of the cold wind when it seeped through slightly. Hobie casually asks how you slept with a chuckle, remembering your zoomies from the night before. You had gone completely crazy for hours, only being able to calm down and sleep at around 4 am. You go to drowsily respond with 'I slept pretty good', yet the words that leave your mouth as you stretched your arms out was 'I slept pretty boy'. Hobie chokes on his hot chocolate, his heart thudding in his chest as his eyes widened towards you. You pause your stretch, looking back at him with the same widened eyes. It didn't take long for him to begin teasing you about it, poking fun at the 'possibility' of your crush on him, although he hoped it was true. He hoped you reciprocated his feelings. After a few minutes of Hobie's playful shit-talking, you pulled him closer and pecked at his lips, wrinkling your nose in defiance as you, once more that morning, left him speechless. You were snapped out of your defiancy-expression as you felt his chin resting on your head, with Hobie asking for another kiss. You've never seen him flustered, but by god it was cute. Your thoughts ended up flustering you in return, letting you give another shy kiss to Hobie. That was enough for him though, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from the back as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, letting one small tease escape his lips about how you swoon over him. Hobie rubbed your side warmly, making sure you weren't asleep just yet. You opened your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder as your eyes drifted to the two girls sitting on Hobie's knees. Billie and Ramona looked incredibly invested with Hobie's storytelling skills, while you closed your eyes and listened along, your hand resting on his thigh, rubbing slow circles into the skin fondly. -🐦‍⬛

Lmaoo you have a cool mom!

Daily Hobie HC!!!

HOBIE HAS THAT NATURAL RIZZ!! (I know a guy like that once he wasn't even my type but whenever he just talks to me i go all starry eyed lmao that bastard)

They're pining!!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹

BAHAHHAHAHHAA HOBIE WHY WOULD U USE R AS A TEST SUBJECT FOR YOUR ESPRESSO?!! GOOD JOB NOW YOUR BEST FRIEND HAS THE ZOOMIES THEY'LL COLLAPSE BRO

The way you described the cold was so cozy 🥰

HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA He choked when he thought he was called pretty boy!!!! (He is tho)

I bet he went "biiigg stretchhhh" and then gets cut off bc of r's accidental nickname calling

Such a cute first kiss!

ALZNKWNZKWD THE ENDING?!! WHAT A PLOT TWIST! Billie and Mona are invested with their parents love story!

[moongurl95]

Writer Interview Game

Thank you for the tag @theladyofshalott1989! 💕 Yours was such an interesting read (can agree with your only child syndrome - im one as well ✌️) and it's something to think about since it's my first time receiving a tag game this long 😅

When did you start writing?

I remember making a lil homemade "Book of Jokes" (simply made out of elementary paper and just binding them with glue), my mom still has it somewhere she said she keeps as a memento.

But ive found i had a way to express myself in essay writing and with the other blogs i had before (blogspot days), before i really practiced creative writing back in 2019 by joining some writing groups online. They gave prompts and we spin a short story for it, which i greatly enjoyed doing. Joined Nanorimo in 2020 and even self published a couple of ebooks from that (not really confident to market it tho...)

But Fanfiction writing? ive honestly joined many a fandom but only Hogwarts Legacy was the one who called out to me to write something about my MC!

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I curiously read smut cuz for the life of me i cannot write a sexy, intimate scene in detail - my brain just blanks when i want to write it, so always back to the drawing writing board for me 🫣

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

No one in particular really, tho i transitioned from reading the kids' books (Magic Treehouse, Geronimo Stilton and Bailey School Kids) to straight up P.C. Cast and her Goddess Summoning series. The only good 'ol YAs that touched my soul were Maggie Stiefvater's Shiver Trilogy, Emma Raveling's Ondine Quartet, Courtney Alameda's Shutter, Jess Rothenberg's The Catastrophic History of You and Me, and last but not the least (which also shaped my love for morally grey characters, Julian goddammit i cried teenage tears for him 😢) L.J. Smith's The Forbidden Game and these are most of the writers i remember growing up reading (i never even read the HP books... whoops!)

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

i don't really have a fixed one, i used to go to those co-working spaces when i started with fanfiction writing but i can type out a quick short story in notepad on any pc as long as the mood strikes. i've also adapted to typing on my cp too (OneDrive is my friend in syncing it on both my mobile and laptop) 😁

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Peace and quiet. i usually have the best ideas late into the night when everyone is asleep, and im up like a gremlin, awake and typing away on my pc (those subliminal writer sounds work on me too) and there comes a time that i just need to write the words out when they've been brewing in my head for a fortnight too long...

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

3 love interests and the 1 mc who does not have the leisure for romance (i did it once, i unwittingly just realized im doing it now with my fanfic... oh well.)

What is your reason for writing?

Granted i haven't written any original works since starting my fanfiction (all my brain juice goes into that WIP, i guess), it does give me a sense of purpose and a nice lil side hobby project i still quite enjoy coming back to every now and then ✍️🤓

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

i don't get alot so i love all of them! The ones that comment on how sweet the interactions were between the characters keeps me motivated tho, it's challenging enough for me to be naturally affectionate irl so i really think my dialogue over before capturing it in words.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

i guess just somehow who'll not leave them hanging on an unfinished work 😅 at this point in time i still love adding chapters to it, but it does take time for me (between working and adjusting in a new country). i greatly thank them for their patience and support of my work! 💌

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Slow-burns. 'Cuz maybe it takes me awhile to really understand a certain level of affection that's why im more interested in seeing how it develops. Also i do get comments on how i really visually describe a scene real well, so i hope that's true and im not really dragging it out? 🤔

How do you feel about your own writing?

i personally feel like i lack a back and forth dialogue in how i write, as i tend to be introspective, though overall i love the art of writing itself! There are days i read a random work of mine just to get motivated, read the comments on that and get encouraged more. 🥰

Hope these lovelies dont mind me tagging them 💌 @glutengoblin @animasola86 @evaslytherpuff @little-emerald-snake

[infini-tree]

hm. generationswap thoughts on the oc's (based on last night's doodle)

sception is mostly the outdoors kid who likes going on hikes for fun. still pretty quiet, even as a kid. enjoyer of rpg games and anime the kids haven't heard of from the only shop that rents that sort of thing. a series of unfortunate events kid. lowkey jealous that teahide got to hold a parrot in those tourist photoshoots. has a puppy love sort of crush with selainius, but doesn't know its that.

selainius is the magic kid in the sense that she pretends to be a wizard brewing potions (and is why she has a stick). -ology series kid. if the dnd craze happened at that time, she would have been all over it. sometimes she sits on a chair near the cashier when her parents work at their family restaurant and she learned math that way.

teahide is the new kid from australia. she has so many beanie babies. basically the animal kid as a result of her dad being a veterinarian. probably a magic treehouse (and maybe animorphs) kid. she misses swimming in the ocean, but she's excited to see snow the first time!

biamile is... probably in a fancier elementary/middle school (not eliteanati). lives a charmed life. does assorted clubs and volunteer work in the community center library. geronimo stilton kid. tries to befriend the previous three in an attempt to be big sibling-y but all of them think he's a big nerd.

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