#Uriah’s fam

[kathrynalicemc]

Eran, Aros, and Uriah for the OC name ask!?

These might be a whole list of “googled things and picked one from a list I found” 😂

Eran was just me googling tons and tons of norse names. It’s not as norse as others I’ve used but it fits because he’s not the swing swords type and is more high brow and academic lol

Arcano was already set in stone as it existed when he was made specifically for it. I’ve got a write up about it’s origins on Iolanthes ask!

Aros is almost exactly the same 😂😂 Googled some norse names and this one is slightly more norse than Eran. However I think I was debating other names (didnt you help me settle on Aros? 😂). I was looking for something that felt kind of wild and dark but not scary dark agdjdhd. Moody and mysterious ig

Varangr already existed however I haven’t been asked about it yet! I believe it was another google of norse names. However I do remember when I first decided to create the other branches of families I was rewatching His Dark Materials so the whole Varangr family was inspired by Svalbard (they even live there!) so that’s prob why I picked a name with a V and some Rs.

Uriah I don’t quite remember much about. Think it was just an English origins google search. Because of his connection with the undead and the Peverell family I kinda wanted something unique that started with a letter not used much (U, X, V, Z type stuff) cuz it would give him some mysterious vibes.

Peverell was already a canonical name that existed. I don’t use pre existing canon families much but this time I knew I did want to and I looked at the 28 family names list because I wanted a Pureblood fam. And who could resist the iconic Peverells? I had his idea to be undead first and then I knew they had connections with the stone so I was like perfect! And it became the reason of his undead nature.

[littleladymab]

FebruarOC - Kaedmon

oh my god fam we did it we made it to the end of the month!!! And so to close it off, I'm going to talk about my Jedi OC Kaedmon because I've already talked about Uriah and ended kiss week with a drabble for them, so why not also end FebruarOC with Kaedmon. 

She was created on the tail end of listening to AMCA pod talking about their trip to the Halcyon (the immersive SW experience at disney world) and they were talking about the value of LARP vs something where it is a designed as family vacation and the varying degrees of interest in becoming a character. 

So then I looked up SW LARPs in my area and good news there is one up in the PNW so, look out Washington, I'm lookin right at you. 

When I drew her back for OC-tober (back when she was the newest character and now I have at least three new ones smh) I didn't have a name for her, but then I decided to use an old name that I've had for... not LARP characters exactly, but I was toying with the idea for using it when I was in the SCA and then again as a steampunk character thing for an RP that never took off (I ended up changing the general conceit, and that's what became Mutiny) but I still did a costume for. So I decided to give it to the Jedi OC i started making for LARP purposes! Just to continue the tradition. 

I decided to make her from Naboo MOSTLY because at LegendsCon in September I bought a Naboo Royal Sabacc deck from Hyperspace Props (you should DEFINITELY check out what they offer their stuff is GREAT), and so like, let's go Naboo, right? I was also thinking a lot of embroidery on things (specifically in a Slavic cultural concept), and I have a pair of pirate-esque costume pants with little eyelets on the side that I wanted to do embroidery around the eyelets and went "oh, naboo designs would be cool!". 

And tadaa, the general concept of her was born!

Now, you might go "Mab, I thought you hate the Jedi order, why are you making a Jedi OC?" and well, you're right I do hate the Jedi Order but Jedi/force users outside of the order are some of my favorite characters. Rebels is my all time favorite show and also I love Cal Kestis, so like. You take the honor and concepts and remove the way that the order is depicted and implemented and there you go, that's better. It's the same reason I like Paladins, because there's a degree of guilt with the freedom that's fun to explore, you know? And I would love to see more Jedi in a post order-66 setting in which they get to explore what using their powers means for them, now that they're not in a war they shouldn't have been generals/commanders in, but you get the added benefit of needing to not be public about it. (Unless you're Cal Kestis.) 

Another thing I really wanted when doing the original costume design was just to allow a Jedi or just a character in general in SW have a visible disability/need an accessibility device. Sure you have plo koon who needs a breathing apparatus because his species can't function on most worlds, but what about someone who needs a respirator to help breathe even on their home planet? SW is NOTORIOUS about villainizing disabilities (shoutouts to everyone who headcanons Ezra's funny little armor thing as a mobility device you're the real ones) (give Cere back her cane from the concept art YOU COWARDS!!!) and I wanted the excuse to use a respirator mask for a costume piece partly for covid safety and partly because it would be bad-ass. My breathing issues are minor, all things considered (though really I should get an inhaler), but they're still issues. To Kaedmon, I give you my asthma, but make it worse!

For her, she was 17 when the clone wars ended, and was up for consideration for getting knighted. Except that the clone squadron she was with locked her in somewhere and pumped in like, particulates or a toxin or something and while she was able to cut her way out, she couldn't get immediate medical attention and it ended up causing permanent damage to her lungs, so she needs a breathing apparatus to help her get enough oxygen. And she can exist without it depending on how strenuous the task, but it makes functioning far easier. 

I haven't figured out how she knows she's from naboo because of normal jedi things, but she goes back there after order-66 (she is able to sneak on planet during padme's funeral because there's so many people coming), and she spends a few years living with her cousin. But then she leaves to join the Rebellion! 

She becomes a Fulcrum agent of a sorts, and has a crew that she works with on the regular to do jobs. Vleewa is her best friend and "handler" for a lack of a better word. Kaite is making a medic OC, and so they're probably going to be on the crew too just for shenanigans. 

She prefers to keep her Jedi abilities on the DL, and it's really not until much later into the war that she begins to use them with more frequency -- characters like Cal and Cere have their exploits reach her pretty early on, and it's all likelihood that she would have met Kanan and Ezra on Yavin, and she knew Ahsoka from the get-go as Fulcrum. And so seeing them make these big moves and sacrifices really makes her think about her place in all of it, and boy that guilt eats her up inside! So she makes more and more of a show of it despite how much she doesn't like her memories of being in the order and the clone wars. Sure, she lost a lot, but she has an obligation to help people!

Anyway if you have a TCW/rebellion-era SW OC, I'd love to meet them and maybe we can have shenanigans together 8) I'm also looking forward to creating a larp outfit and maybe getting the chance to participate one year! 

The drabble will be on a separate post and will go up in full here! :) Thanks again everyone for putting up with 29 days of me talking about characters!!!! 

[moresassythanclassy]

If you have any suggestions PLEASE share! Thank you!

[onenerdtwonagas]

Yeah, I have a little bit of family stuff in regards to Uriah! They came later than all the nagas in the development stage lol.

Uriah is an only child but he had a decently sized extended family! His father passed from health complications not long after Uriah finished his college education, but Uriah highly admired him as his father was also very academic and was super enthusiastic about his son’s studies.

His mother lives a good long life—probably into her 90’s—and is a very nurturing presence. I haven’t decided if she had a career herself or if she was the stay-at-home mom sort. Orpheus and her hit it off almost immediately because her personality is so similar to his own mother; she was one of the few trusted family members who knew the whole story with Uriah when it was approaching the time he couldn’t hide it much more. Orpheus made sure to personally visit her and use his magic whenever needed to make her more comfortable in her old age. He performed his own blessing for her burial when she passed, too, with Uriah’s approval, and will visit the grave with his husband. She knew her grandson for a little while too—though the naga aspect did always seem a bit odd lol.

Out of Uriah’s extended family, his cousins and their kids were his favorites; his aunts and uncles didn’t quite get his fascination with reptiles, but his cousins (who were practically siblings to him) always thought he was the ‘brave and smart’ one to be calm when a stray noodle would wind up in someone’s yard, and just start spitting out whatever facts he knew about it. At least one of his cousins ended up convincing their parents to let them get a pet snake because Uriah was able to help them get a good setup and all the knowledge they’d need.

When Uriah had to start backing away from normal human life, he selected a handful of his remaining family to tell the truth to, because he didn’t want them to think he’d died or something awful happened to him. It was obviously shocking, but the people he picked eventually adjusted and he’d still visit them occasionally. Said family just started a bit of a ‘family myth’ for future generations that Uriah was always looking out for them and their best interests, and he’d be there if anything happened. Which, Uriah absolutely would; he keeps tabs on his family even from a distance. A great niece or nephew may find a special gift their parents “can’t explain” on their birthdays, or they joke a snake in the yard is one of “Uncle Uriah’s” friends saying hello.

I should develop his family more, they’re a good bunch lol

Since I’ve had a few asks like the last one where people try to ask about Kenny, too, I just wanna remind folks I do *not* own Kenny in any capacity. I love drawing him and occasionally sneaking him into lit pieces for fun, as long as his mun is okay with it, but that’s it. Please direct questions for Kenny to his own blog at @ask-nagakenny C:

[whump-tr0pes]

Hello hello helloooo 😊 Since I obsess over Honor Bound more than ever before since I’ve received my books, I just think about the characters 24/7, and since it was my dad’s birthday recently, I wondered, what would Gray give every member of the fam for their birthday ? Let’s say he could give them anything, what would he gift them with ?

Oooooh I love this ask from the bottom of my heart. Gray is such a lovely gift-giver, too. I adore them. Here's what they would give the team:

Isaac: a bit of wood to whittle, so he learns a different use for the knife

Gavin: a book of light-hearted short stories, with 'to Gavin Uriah' written on the first page

Sam: some yarn so they can learn to crochet

Vera: a cookbook of her favorite cuisine 

Tori: a book of poems

Ellis: a baby onsie with 'my mommy is the best' on the front

Finn: a book of child development

Edrissa: any plant she asked for

Zachariah: a picture of the whole family, including him, since he's a part of it now

Ok holy shit I apparently like giving books

[writingonesdreams]

Reading update

He maybe I could keep these up every week.

I gathered another 20 books (help why am I collecting them) to choose from. Probably cause they are ebooks and I can't read them before I get them. Starting with the first chapter is proving more reliable than reviews. I'm still not sure how much to give a book before deciding to dropping it. 50 pages? 100? I'm keeping 20% if I really like the premise or idea behind it. If the first chapter doesn't catch me I'm moving them on the waiting list (only has about 126 books in there).

Reading

Scythe - I love the writing and the characters. But it's such a heavy topic to be following executions by enlightened Jedi like people who think they are doing something noble. Killing people so needlessly. It's too heavy and I couldn't make myself read this for 5 days. I'm sorry book, you are really cool. The next books seem to focus more on new characters and some kind of god like AI? I don't like AIs acting alive, it's a personal taste thing. But I may have something for vigilant characters.

Way of shadows - This is ironically way too much about death and brutality to be a relief book. But at least the people don't act like they are super noble when they kill, they suffer and kindness is even more precious. The deciding factor was really that I wanted to read the first chapter and breathed out after chapter 5. XD That's a very good sign. Also there is magic and a fake friendship with a noble noblekid and the assassin in training. I love these unlikely friendships.

Unlikely escape of Uriah heep - The premise about reading characters into life. It has brothers as central characters. The first chapter was amazing. Start with conflict 👌.

Promise of the wolves - Wolf packs and wolf pov? War and peace with humans and forbidden friendships? Wow. Loved the first chapter so far.

Through wolf's eyes - About a girl raised by wolves, right with very nuanced interaction and communication with words. The pack relationships and dynamics are so cool! The only minus are the switches to some human povs looking for the girl cause she is some kind of heir. Ohh the annoying humans. So boring.

Interested

Mr Fox - writer process and writer life with an OC visiting an author. The first page is amazing but didn't get further yet.

Library of the unwritten - Books converting into characters and running around trying to escape to shake their writers into finishing them. This concept is too hilarious.😂

Midnight library - alternate lives. Philosophical beginning.

Half a king - Prince with only one good hand who has to use his intellect instead of fighting skills. Starts with his family dying. A bit cliche beginning. Supposedly had good found fam though.

Declaration of rights of magicians - starts with tragedy after tragedy against mages, being enslaved or hurt in various ways. Gripping for sure. Didn't get to a central character yet cause it keep switching.

Jade City - Godfather about a young crime family in a city controlled by trade of magical jewel. Just stick brothers and magic somewhere and I'm reading.

Blood song - This is my backup if I didn't like Way of shadows. I like it, so it's a backup after it's finished.

Emperor's soul - didn't start yet but it's about reconstructing the human spirit of a dying emperor. And it's Sanderson. I want to read a book from him where no one dies. Please.

Grace of kings - Ruthless noble and carefree thief form a friendship, overthrow a government and then become enemies. I'm not sure if this has a happy ending.

Age of assassins - prologue was more interesting than the first chapter so I'm pissed off. But competent characters instead of endless learning arcs is a fresh change.

Rage of dragons - Revenge story. Interesting start but then a prologue again! Damn I liked these characters.

Waiting

Crown duel

Midnight thief

All the starts and teeth

Name of the wind

Falling kingdoms

Lady of Rivers

Addie LaRue

Magic bites

[royallyprincesslilly]

Chapter 17 of Rumor Has It really fucked me but I have to ask, why hasn’t Uriah looked herself up online or IG? How come none of her family was with her are they really that okay with having her stay with Christiano all by herself? Did her doctor approve of Christiano taking Uriah on a “trip” because I’m sure most if not all would be very much against that. I have so many questions!!!!

I know chapter 17 was tough.

These are all excellent questions, important questions that will be touched in chapter 18.

I will say that Christiano is more manipulative than he comes across and knows how to make skeevy action come across as loving. 😐

A little more insight on Christiano's relationship with Riha’s fam, they love Christiano. He and Uriah were together for a long time before Chris. They never had any problems with him. They trust him, and that trust seems to still be intact. Guess it can be said they would never believe he'd be anything but good to her because of the past.

He did pick up and leave without anyone knowing, including the doctors. That will be touched on in chap 20.

I'm glad you have questions 😁.

Thank you for reading; I really appreciate it.💕

[prvces-blog]

‘ello there cuties! wassup?! i’m vi and i brought in my babes juliette ! okay so i gotta run off to watch hockey with my bro like i promised but i’m p sure i can sneak in a small intro post right? * not without 2940 mistakes but ok* anyways, i hope y’all don’t hate me nor my babes too much!??! <33

{ hailey baldwin, twenty, she/her } there goes juliette price, making their way to their home in main street iris hollow. every time i hear blow your mind (mwah) by dua lipa, i think of the cis-female. known for being impulsive and passionate, they’re currently a university student. word on the street is that her boyfriend died last year and has a panic disorder.

so basic knowledge, jules has lived in iris hollow her WHOLE life. her granparents moved to the city from malta and now she’s the 2nd gen to be born in iris hollow.

her family has always been homey, ya know. cute fam, always together, had their little fights but nothing major. 

the price family consists of: mr & mrs price, her brother, her and her granpa. 

that was until jules turned sixteen, that’s when her parents got divorce. it was clearly not working out anymore. her mother was trying to win her life and actually got a promotion while her father was holding the woman back. 

jules and her brother got to spend the weekdays at mom’s and weekends at dad’s. ot was hard for her since he was always a little naive and believed the best in everyone. 

it was okay since she always had her granpa to confide in. he’d always tell stories about malta and his childhood and she’d tell him all her problems. 

although, the family always reunited for christmas and it was a little tense between the parents but nothing no one could handle for one night. 

when jules turned 18 her life completely fell a p a r t. good & bad. 

her brother who played hockey ever since he was a small chicken nugget got into the nhl and she was so happy since she was his fan #1!! okay like she knows everything about that sport!!

but also, her parents died due to a car accident on christmas. they were buying the turkey together since her mom burnt the other. the road was slippery and they were in a heated argument. BAM. they passed away. died on impact. 

she once felt the feeling of loneliness. and she hated it. she surrounded herself with people and illicit substances just to feel full once more. with her brother being gone and her granpa being in a nursing home. the little strong girl lost herself.

for six months she was a mess and tbh it was awful. she met uriah. he saved her. he filled the whole in her heart. he protected her from the loneliness inside. 

she was herself again. maybe not totally, but slowly she was the juliette everyone loved. uriah was IT. she was sure he was her forever and so did he. it was passionate and consuming love. 

but juliette can’t seem to keep people. because he had to leave her too. she had taken the plane to see her brother when uriah decided to go to a party. someone had drugged his cup. spiked his drink. and he ended up drinking too much. edibles, alcohol, shrooms, you name it. the next morning he was proclaimed dead. 

they had told juliette that he took his own life. she couldn’t believe it. she came back home and mourned. she never completely got over his death. he wasn’t supposed to leave her. she was alone once again.

her granpa made her visit the psychologist and she said that jules had panic disorders. it means that panic attacks could come up anywhere, anytime.

nowadays, juliette is lost. she tries to put up a strong confident front, but behind her apartments walls she’s broken and has no fucking idea how to mend herself. 

she is skeptical and distrusting. she used to be loving and generous. she just wishes she can be what she was once. 

along with that emotional baggage, she doesn’t like to get attached. not because she’s hedonistic or she’s wild. juliette is truly scared. but when someone asks she says she has no time. 

‘’fake it ‘till you make it.’’ is her motto. 

her confidence, flirtation and manipulation his 1000% fake and all she wishes is to do stuff her own, her own way. 

she vowed not to depend on a man to fix herself. 

tadaaah! what a mess!! anyways gotta go but i’d love to have hella angsty plots with absolutely everyone!!

[vassilievich]

ALIANA HC: deserves better than uriah. jk thats canon. SHE HAS A SECRET INTEREST IN HUMAN THINGS™ BUT SHE IS COMPLETELY [obsesses in hidden] ABOUT IT BC LISTEN! SHE'S A STAR PEOPLE SHE IS ABOVE THIS! but what are chop sticks? why do people in this country use them and people in this country don't? how did these people band together and all decide years were real? 'chill fam it's not that deep' - uriah

THIS IS SO HER THOUGH she knows the very basics and yknow bad star myths that they have about humans, but after she gets a taste it’s all so new? they mostly watched as they waged wars and fought and all the evils so she never had an interest bc wow they are? so much better? than these lonely humans??? she LOVES human food though (since they don’t really need to eat) and human fashion and she’ll be caught up in a moment asking uriah a million questions that probably no human could actually know all the answers to. she knows when ur bullshitting tho uriah so don’t even try to impress her

[im-trying-1]

Who TF Knows

Chapter 1 You know that coming of age, teenage novel where a group of friends hangout, go to highschool, fuck each other, and ultimately figure out who they are in the end? 

Yea, well, that’s not what this is.

This is a story about me and my friends, who also have no idea who we are in the world, but we’re more diverse. So, if you want a story with a bunch of white, straight people running around acting batshit crazy, this is not the story for you. If not, then hi. I’m Scarlett. And this is a story about how fucked up life can be. 

“Yo, Scarlett!” Tate called as I entered the bookstore we meet up at after school everyday. It was pretty empty today, because no one really goes to bookstores on a Friday afternoon. I walked over to our usual table and saw that all my other friends were there too. 

I have five friends: Stephanie, Uriah, Tate, Henry, and Natalia. We aren’t your typical group of kids. We all have our issues. But who doesn’t, you know? We’ve all been through shit that we wished we hadn’t, shit that messes us all up in some way. The shit that we want to forget so badly, but it comes back to us whenever. We help each other through it though. We have to. No one else is going to help us.

 “Come on now, make room for Scarlett,” Stephanie said, scooting her chair over so I could pull up a chair next to her. Even though it was seventy-five degrees in our small, southern California town, Steph had on a white cardigan over her pink striped blouse. I didn’t even have to guess at what she was trying to hide. 

Stephanie has been my friend since we were nine. We had to do this project for science class and she was my partner. I always admired the way she looked. She had hair so blonde it was almost white, crystal blue eyes, and a nose so small it could fit on a doll. My african features could never let me have that. She had a soft way about her. Her ora was always warm and she never seemed unhappy. Even down to the way she dressed, was always light and full of life. She had what seemed like the perfect life. I was very wrong.

Steph had an extremely rough homelife. Her dad owns the paper mill just outside of town, so her parents are loaded. Having a lot of money doesn’t make up for the fact that her parents are dicks. When she was younger, her older brother would sneak into her room at night. She was six; he was eighteen. Her parents never believed her when she told them though, because her brother was the perfect child. He was the captain of the hockey team, he had a 4.0; he was their most prized accomplishment. They didn’t want to believe their star boy was a rapist. So they ignored it, like they did every bad thing. 

Soon, her brother went to college, so she didn’t have to worry about him except when he came home from college. After we became friends, she would spend the night at my house, sometimes, when her brother came home. When she told me what he did, we cried together. She would say that I was the only reason she hadn’t ran away, that I was the only reason she was sometimes happy. I had a crush on her for the entire year of fifth grade ( along with every other boy in our grade ), but it didn’t matter. Steph just wasn’t attracted to people. She’s never had a crush that I can think of, not one she told us about anyways. And she tells us everything. Or so we thought.

“Oh my god, did you study for Mrs. Rosweld’s Chemistry test today?! I studied for it for, like, four hours, but I honestly feel like I failed,” Uriah asked as soon as I sat down. It was like him to worry about that kind of stuff, even though we all know he passed.

I became friends with Uriah in art class in eighth grade. We were supposed to make something out of clay, and he made a rose. I made a stupid looking heart. After class, he walked up to me and whispered to me, “Um, ex-ex-excuse me? Um, I- I- made this  f-for Micheal Walker. Do you mind p-putting it in his locker for m-m-me?” I asked him why he couldn’t do it himself and he told me “I- I would but, uh, I don’t wa-want anyone to s-s-see me.” I stood there for a second, and told him to meet me at lunch by Micheals locker. When he met me, I stood watch as he put the clay rose in his locker. He told me, in his stuttering voice, how thankful he was for my help. I asked him if he wanted to eat lunch with me and Steph. And we were happy to have someone new in our small family. 

Uriah came out in sophmore year, right after his dad left. He was never scared to come out to us, but his parents were a different story. They never talked about stuff like that in his house, so he didn’t really know what to expect. His mom was supportive, but his dad didn’t really say anything. They never talk about it. They barely talk at all. You can tell it kinda hurts him. But he distracts himself with his Yale application. Uriah’s the smartest one in our friend group; you can tell just by the way he looks. He has that classic ‘smart person’ look to him. His favorite thing to wear is a sweater with a plaid shirt underneath. Nothing about him was dark, though. Other than him being black and gay, he is your classic ‘nerd’ cliche. Neither of his parents went to college, so him going to Yale would be huge. And that puts a lot of pressure on him.

This one night, Uriah was walking home alone, and some homophobes rolled up on him. He was found the next morning, unconscious. He woke up that afternoon in the hospital, but they kept him another three days to run some tests. He only talked about what happened to the police; we never found out what happened to him that night. His injuries somewhat told the story, though. He had two black eyes, a broken nose, two broken ribs, bruises on all his limbs, his stomach, and neck, and cut on the top of his head. The only thing Uriah would ever tell us about that night was that it was the worst night of his life. They never caught who did it. He never stuttered after that. We could never figure out why. He had been going to speech therapy for years, and what finally worked was getting the shit beat out of him, I guess.

“I’m sure you did great, Uriah. Don’t worry so much about it,” Natalia said to him, while patting his back. He seemed to calm down a little, but he still had this worried look on his face.

Natalia was Uriah’s protector. Uriah went to a support group after what happened and he met her there. I guess it was some sort of  “Got the shit kicked out of you? Hey, me too. Let's talk about it.” kind of support group. Natalia  hardly ever went to the support group though; it was her first day there and she only went back to go with Uriah. Natalia was the strong type. She was the type to get in a fight and not back down until she won, was unconscious, or dead. She was tough. She had to be. She was in the foster system for a while, and that can be pretty rough. Her birth mom was an addict who couldn’t pay her bills so they took Natalia away when she was three. She told the fam she had been in eight different foster homes by the time she was twelve, and that some were good ( like, give you your own room type of good ), most were ok ( like, feed you, clothe you, keep the bills paid, give you a bed type of ok ), and some were goddamn awful. And I mean, sometimes feed you, lock you in your room, barely pay their bills, or worse, type of awful. Natalia barely got to see her birth mom. And when she did, her mom made all these promises about getting sober and getting straight so she can get Natalia back. And she believed her, up until they finally went to family court, and her mom didn’t show. And let me tell you, when your parent doesn’t show up for you, it is the worst feeling in the world.

We never saw Natalia before she met Uriah. I mean, we had been going to the same school for three years, and somehow never crossed paths. She didn’t have any friends, but she got by I guess. We had classes together, but before she never went to them. It wasn’t until Natalia met Uriah that she started to care. Care about school, her grades, the way she presented herself, her reputation. She was the loner and she looked the part, too. She always had the ‘ready to fight but still kinda stylish’ look to her. Her style and Uriah’s really clashed. They were best friends. They weren’t interested in each other like that, though. They helped each other like that. They were good for each other. 

Natalia has this vibe she gives off. Before you get to know her, she’s very off putting. Her grimace that she wears around people is one of the main reasons. Another might be her piercing blue eyes that seem to know everything before you even say anything. Like her personality, her hair is fiery and stands out in a crowd. She seems intimidating and hard, then she finally opens up to you and you realize she’s an amazing person. She loves painting, and she is amazing at it. She once made me this mural for my birthday, and it is the greatest gift I have ever received. She’s just one of those kinds of people I guess. The ones you have to get to know to really love.

“Yea, man. I wouldn’t sweat  it. We all know you’re Rosweld’s favorite. Plus, you’re, like, the smartest person at our school. You did fine,” Tate said, looking over at Uriah from his seat beside Natalia. This made Uriah smile a little. Tate sat back in his seat, content with himself for his accomplishment.  

Plus, there’s Tate. Tate’s the party animal of the group. He’s the one you call if you need help sneaking out or hiding something from your parents. He’s learned all the tricks to getting past parents.He’s always the life of the party, though, even when he’s sober. He always wears these outfits that are very over the top and crazy, because that’s just who he is. He can make anyone laugh, doing anything. Except for his parents.

 His dad is a very strict catholic and his mom left when he was eleven, so he also has his issues. His dad is away on business a lot, which we all know is bullshit and just an excuse to not be with Tate all the time. Tate thinks it’s because he looks so much like his mom, and that everytime his dad looks at him, he feels the pain of her leaving all over again. I, for one, think that’s a bullshit reason not to spend time with your family. But it’s not my place to do anything about it, so I just stay out of it.

We met Tate one night when we were walking home and he was passed out on the side of the road. Steph was scared he may be dead, but Natalia checked his pulse and informed us that he was alive, just unconscious. We took him back to my house, and my mom let him sleep on the couch in the basement. We sat down there with him so when he did wake up, we could explain to him that we hadn’t kidnapped him. He woke up, puked in the trash can we had sat next to the couch where he was laying, and almost screamed before we handed him some gatorade and explained the situation. He then thanked us repeatedly and texted his dad to tell him where he was. We then asked him why he got so fucked up and he said “because my life is shit.” That’s when we knew we had a new friend. 

One of the main reason’s Tate is the way he is is because he needs attention. Even before his mom left, she was barely around, much like his dad is now. He craved her love and attention, but she could never give it to him for some reason. He always blames himself, saying he should have tried harder, that maybe if he had tried harder she would have stayed. Not having a mother has been one of the worst things for Tate. Natalia was able to tough it out; she barely remembers a time she was with her mother. But Tate remembers the heartbreak of her not wanting him. So he parties. To forget, to try and get her attention, so she might care at least a little, at some point. He drinks and does drugs to try and numb the pain. Because that’s all we all want, is to numb the pain. 

We’ve only met Tate’s mom once: at his sixteenth birthday party. She showed up two hours late and only stayed for an hour, but it meant a lot to Tate that she was there at all. When people say Tate looks like his mother, that’s an understatement. He is the exact replica of her. The dark curly hair, the freckles, even the way they walk is the same. The only thing different about them is their eyes. Tate has dark brown eyes that are always laughing, always full of laughter and joy. But his mom’s are full of sadness and anger. That’s the one thing Tate didn’t get from his mom. His personality.

“Look, Uriah, I did NOT stay on FaceTime with you to help you study for FOUR HOURS for you to doubt yourself. You did not fail that test, and on the off chance you got less than a 90,  I will personally go up to Mrs. Rosweld and cuss her ass out because we earned that motherfucking A,” Henry said firmly, before bursting out laughing. Uriah looked surprised for a second, then started laughing with him, which caused us all to laugh.

Then there’s Henry. Henry was the mom of the group. He was the one who took care of us, no matter what. We met Henry the same night we met Tate. He and Tate had been best friends since kindergarten, so he was the person Tate usually called when he needed a ride. He was always there for every one of us, in any situation. If Natatlia got into a fight, the first person she would call to come pick her up and get her all cleaned and bandaged up was Henry. If Steph ever needed to get out of her house because her brother was home for the weekend, Henry would figure something out for her to do that weekend. He was the one who was always quiet when we were venting about our problems, who would always listen to the tea Tate would spill about the party he had just been to.  He was just there for us, with whatever we needed. 

Henry always had this sense of calm to him. It was as if, just by being around him, you instantly just felt better. You could never be upset around Henry because he just made you feel better with his energy. He always understood everyone’s problems, and he always tried to figure them out with us as if they were his own. He gave the best advice and was the wisest of the group. No one could understand it, though, because he had an amazing home life. His parents were lawyers and some of the nicest people I had ever met. He grew up an only child, so he always had the spotlight. His dad couched all his little league teams and his mom always made brownies whenever we came over. They were the white picket fence, poster family. There was no way anyone could tell that something awful was happening in that family.

“Anyways, does anyone wanna go to this party later with me? It’s at J.T. Wiliam’s place ‘cause his parents are out of town for the weekend. Anyone?” 

“Sorry, Tate, I would but I have to finish my portfolio,” Natalia answered. 

“Oh, yea, how’s that going? You’re still going to show it to us when you're finished, right?” Steph asked.

“Yea, whenever I finish. Mrs. Willis is making me do all these chores so I barely have time to paint anymore,” she responded.

Natalia was applying for art school in the fall and she wanted to get her portfolio finished before summer starts so she can focus on this art contest she entered into. She still has no idea what she’s going to make, but it’s not due until August, and she’s procrastinating.

“Yea, I can’t go either, Tate. I have to study for the SATs,” Uriah said.

“It’s alright. Steph, how about you?” Tate asked Steph from across the table. 

“I wish I could, Tate, but my grandparents are visiting from Italy and my mom’s making me at least stay for dinner. I might be able to meet up with you after, though, if I can sneak away.”

“Wait, Steph, is your brother gonna be there?” I asked, consurned. 

“No, he couldn’t make it, thank god,” she responded.

“Wait, do you want me to come over for dinner, Steph? I don’t have anything to do tonight so I can go,” Henry offered.

“Oh my god, yes, Henry that’d be amazing. Thank you so much!” Stephanie exclaimed.

“Well, I’ll go with you, Tate,” I said, knowing Tate was getting disappointed.

“OH MY GOD! YES, THANK YOU SO MUCH, SCARLETT! YOU WON’T REGRET THIS, I PROMISE,” Tate practically shouted.

“Yea, I’d better not,” I mumbled.

We stayed at the bookstore for another hour or so until Stephanie said she needed to get home. She asked Henry for a ride to her house and they left. Then Natalia and Uriah left ( Natalia doesn’t have a license so Uriah drives her everywhere ) and it was only Tate and I left. Tate proceeded to tell me that I needed to change before the party, so we headed to my house. If I had known that that was the last time we would all be together, I don’t know what I would have done differently. 

***

Tate drove me over to my house and helped me find something to wear to the party. We settled on an AC\DC vintage tee-shirt, my Doc Martens, and a pair of ripped jeans. It was the perfect punk look, which is what Tate said the theme of the night was. Tate does this thing sometimes where when we go out, he gives us themes to dress like. One night, the theme was “hawiian chique” and we all had to dress like either hula girls or corney hawaiian tourists. So we were just walking around, all night, looking like fucking steryotypical hawaiians in the middle of October. It was very embarrassing. But we do it to make Tate happy. 

“Hey, we should probably get going if we want to get food before we get to the party,” Tate said, looking at his watch.

“Yea, ok,” I said and grabbed my bag. We left my room, raced down the stairs, and walked into the kitchen where my mom was. 

“Hey, Mom, we're gonna go now, ok?”

“Yea, that’s fine. Make sure to call me if you need me to pick you up.”

“Alright,” I said, walking around her to the back door, “I love you.”

“Love you too, sweetie. You be safe, you two. Bye, Tate. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mrs. Eyther. I’ll see you later.”

It wasn’t uncommon for Tate and the group’s moms to say ‘I love you’ to each other. We were all a family, so Tate just adopted our mothers and they adopted him. I think that’s what kept him from not totally going insane: a mother telling him she loved him.

We listened to punk rock the entire way to Carla’s Diner ( just to stay on theme ) and we both ordered burgers with a double order of fries. We talked about who would be at the party, how long we were planning on staying, and other party related things before we both went quiet for a second.

“How are you doing, Scarlett? Really?” Tate asked, in a concerned voice to break the silence.

“What do you mean?”

I knew what he meant.

“Well, I mean, Monday is May 1st. How are you feeling about that?”

I sat there for a second. How did I feel? I mean, I felt sad. But not as sad as I usually did when May 1st rolled around. 

“I don’t know. I’m hanging in there, you know? I just…..I don’t know,” I responded.

“Well, you know I’m always here for you if you want to talk right? Anytime.” Tate put his hand on mine. 

“Yea, I know. Thanks, Tate.”

“Of course, babes. Now, hurry up and eat your burger, woman, so I can get to this par-tay!!”

***

We got to the party and upon arriving, I could already tell this was gonna be a night that I either remember forever or don’t remember at all. We walked in and were immediately greeted by two very drunk teenage girls in very short skirts. The lesbian in me wanted to stay and talk to them, but as the good friend I am, I walked into the basement with Tate so he didn’t accidentaly kill himself on xannys. J.T. was down there and  greeted us. He handed Tate a joint and then offered it to me.

“Uh, no thanks, I don’t really handle weed well.”

It was true. One time I smoked with Tate, and I got really trippy. It was probably the worst experience with illegal substances that I've ever had. Then, I saw a bottle of tequila.

“Now, this is more my type,” I said, looking at the label.

“I thought your type was busty blondes,” Tate said with a smirk on his face.

“Haha,” I mocked.

Tate and I have this inside joke from sophomore year. Basically what happened was we were at a party and Tate caught me staring at this one girl. He then walked over to her and told her that I liked her hair. I don’t remember much of what happened that night, but I do remember making out with her for at least an hour.

“Yo, Scarlett.”

I turned around and saw Tate was already tipsy. He was sitting on the couch in between two girls with a vodka bottle in his hand. I walk over to him and he stands up abruptly.

“WHO WANTS TO DO SHOTS?!” He screams.

The rest of the night is a hazy memory of shots, stripping, and cherry chapstick that I don’t remember too well. At some point, I remember getting a phone call from Steph, but when I called her back later, she said it was nothing. So I didn’t worry about it. I should have.

I drove Tate home, because there was no way he could get home by himself. I then walked the block to my house. I don’t mind walking home, especially after a party like that. It gives me a chance to think. And with May 1st about to roll around, I needed that time. 

I got home around 2 in the morning and my mom was watching TV in the living room.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, baby. How was the party?”

“It was great, thanks. How was your night?”

“Oh, I had some fun. Watched the TV. Did Tate get home alright?”

“Yea, I just dropped him off. Mom, I’m feeling pretty tired. I’m gonna go to sleep.”

“Ok, sweetie, well I love you. Sweet dreams.”

“ ‘Night, Mom. Love you too.”

I walked up the stairs and was walking down the hallway to my room when I saw the door at the end of the hall that we usually keep closed was open. I walked in and was instantly hit by the scent of dust. I looked around and took in what was my sister’s room. Her One Direction posters were still on the wall, her bed was still unmade, her room looked just the same it did on that May 1st, almost two years ago. I sat on her bed and smelled her pillow. It still smelled like the shampoo she used. I layed on her bed, just trying to remember her voice, not knowing that in about two hours, my entire world was about to come crashing down, just like that day.

[sunshinesandsunset]

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Ooh girl! After seeing those fake IG posts, I have a feeling that Christiano is going to take his ass to the hospital to see Uriah! Both Chris' and Uriah's fam will all be there and Christiano is going to boldly (and loudly) blame Chris and all hell is going to break loose!

Aw fuck!