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Hi there! I just discovered your page and i loved the bachata headcannon!
On that same line, can you do a female latina headcannon? Like, more specifically, Colombian, you know, an MC that's like normally fluent in english but when mad she just burst on angry spanish screaming session with latin curses and a strong accent and also just getting really mad if deemed as Mexican by default? I'd love that! Thank youuuu (also feel free to ignored this if it's not of your fancy)
I hope you have a great day!
Of course! I really hope you like it! :)
(I tried to incorporate things some of my relatives say as Colombians please donât hate međĽ˛)
The Brothers + Datables and a Latina MC with Colombian Habits
Luciferâ¤ď¸
Lucifer has always been amused by the boldness MC portrayed, that is until Mammon pissed her off
MC actually f*cking explodes, calling Mammon âculicagaoâ (like a bratty kid) and a bunch of profanities out of rage
Actually leaves Lucifer surprised, who could she hate so much that sheâd put a curse on them?
Is actually kind of scared to speak up after she went silent, kinda just stares at her like âwhat the fuck do I doâ
âIâve told Mammon A THOUSAND TIMES. IM NOT F*CKING MEXICANâ
(Oooohh Mammons gonna get his ASS WHOOPED)
âMAAAAAAMMMMOOOOONNN????â
Mammonđ
Could learn a thing or two from MC, had some strong clap backs
Is counting his money when OUT OF NOWHERE MC just starts incanting a literal curse
Literally has his quaking in his boots dude, like heâs genuinely terrified
He canât keep up with anything sheâs saying and feels like his time to die has come
Doesnât say A WORD when she calms down, jumps when she starts apologizing for reacting like that
âW-w-what happened? ( â _ â )â
âI LOST 10 GRAND IN BLACK JACK! ITS FUCKING RIGGED!â
Is genuinely more cautious for a while, kind of traumatized him
Mammon thought itâd be a great Idea to take her to meet one of his witches, MC already didnât like her but listen to this
First thing the witch said was âArenât you that Mexican transfer student or whatever?â
(âOooh Ms. Girl you fucked upâ)
Leviathanđ
Wishes he could have MCs confidence, âhow does she respond like that 0â˘0â
Heâs reading Manga while MC just lost on the same level for the 5th time
Accidentally shifts to his demon for he got so scared
Has to whip his tail up and grab the controller before she could slam it, genuinely terrified for his well being
Once she calms down she goes to give him a hug, to help with her frustration
*PANICS* âI-I can h-help you with that level, if y-you want..â
MC watches as he beats it with ease and heaves a sigh of relief, literally such a stupid game
Gets just as offended as MC when somebody said âI went to Mexico on vacation once, what was it like growing up there?â
Will let her handle it and heâll be her Moral Support <3
Satanđ
Loved that MC was always ready, he was like that too being the Avatar of Wrath
Is genuinely amused when MC burst out swearing because she got a bad grade, he actually thought it was hilarious
Thinks of like a game to keep up with everything sheâs shouting, makes her more upset
âWhat the fuck are you laughing at juemadre de la-â
âYouâre Hot when youâre mad, Did you know that?â
Makes her go silent immediately, why is he like this, making people wanna act up on DIAVOLO
When theyâre BOTH mad at something itâs like a f*cking BOMB RAID bro
They both just keep adding more, even when Satans speaking a Demon Dialect and MC is speaking Spanish LMAOO
When an arrogant soul decides to purposely mislabel MC as Mexican, the fool needs to count his seconds with MC and Satan both getting on his ass
Asmodeusđ
Has always liked the spunk MC had, it entertained him to watch her bicker with his brothers
Surprised, but not happy AT ALL with the fact that MC could blow up like that
Gets on MC for lashing out, âMC! THIS IS TERRIBLE FOR YOUR SKIN, DO YOU WANT WRINKLES?â
Gets MC to tell him what made her loose her cool like that
âThat stupid b*tch from class posted saying âThat Mexican transfer student isnât pretty enough to be this annoyingâ
Almost explodes as bad as MC did
âMS. GIRL SHE SAID WHAT? Lemme hop on Devilgram and end her career real quickđâ
Devilgram post- Asmodeus 19:34: âAw sweetie, Not everybody can be as gorgeous as MC and muah, but donât go trying to drag her in the dirt with you. FilthyđĽąâ
No mercy on the hatersđ
Beelzebubđ§Ą
Like Asmo, found it entertaining to see MC bicker with his brothers every now and then
MC just couldnât keep calm anymore when she messed up the recipe she was working on AGAIN
Beel becomes more concerned than scared, âIs she ok? :(â
Gets up to hug MC, hoping itâll help calm her down a bit
She explains that she kept ruining the dessert no matter how hard she tried
âMC, itâs ok to do it wrong, because it helps you learn how to do it right :)â
Sheâs tried again, except this time with Beel to help her :)
Gets upset when someone defaults MC as Mexican, knowing how much she hates it
He may be a teddy bear but man donât f*ck with his Chef
Belphegorđ
Thought MC was amusing with the way she made sure everyone knew she wouldnât take any BS
MC just happened to stub her toe while Belphie was sleeping, and now heâs awake, and heated
âWhat the f*ck happened?â
Is actually more concerned than upset, she wouldnât lash out like that for no reason
When MC explains that a picture of her in the RAD Catalog still ended up being there even though she made it clear she was against it
âOh, MC- you look good in every photo, I wouldnât be upset about itâ
Assures her itâs not a big deal and then invites her to come take a nap with him
Will mean mug the f*ck out of anyone who assumes MC is Mexican, because he finds extremely disrespectful (as it is)
Might commit homicide if they keep saying Mexican but I ainât no snitch
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DiavoloâĽď¸
At first took MC as disrespectful, but learned it was only when she felt she was being disrespected (then by all means, go off)
Surprisingly, Diavolo speaks Spanish, but he still kind of struggles to keep up
Heâs just laughing the whole time too, like MC isnât furious
Later, MC calmly explains just some random student pissed her off again
âWho is this student you say? Do I need to have a chat with them as the Demon Lord of The Devildom? :)?â
Dia actually admires how passionate MC is about her home country, agrees that itâs disrespectful to mislabel someone
Because he can, Dia starts to learn about Colombian culture and throwing parties just for MC
Starts saying shit like âpolitas pa la rumba!âďżź (Iâll buy beers for everyoneÂż) just to sound cool to MC
Barbatosđ
Barb doesnât understand how someone could be so beautiful but so hostile sometimes, overall doesnât really mind though
Is surprised that such things could conde from MC, kind of chuckles thinking about it
He figured he should try and step in to calm the situation
âIs there anything I can do to ease you, MC?â
It ended up being that Diavolo was completely ignoring her and brushing her aside when he never did that with Solomon
Asks if sheâd like him to talk to Dia about it, since he may approach it better than she will
Barb will quietly correct anybody who believes her to be Mexican, just so MC wonât have to deal with their arrogance herself
Takes his free time and makes dishes from Colombia, or Colombian themed cookies or cupcakes to make MC happy :)
Simeonđ¤
Is trying to teach MC better ways to respond to idiots, more Angelic ways
When MC blows up for the first time in front of him, the literal shock she sent him into omfg
*GASP* âMC?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH VILE THINGS?â
Like, HELLOOO? SHE DARES TO SAY SUCH THINGS IN AN ANGELS PRESENCE?
Helps to calm her down after showing distaste for her words
âYouâre lips are to beautiful to speak such sinful thingsâ
Will go on to give MC a long but kind lecture about why exploding like that is bad for her Aura and whatever
Will politely make it known that someone was wrong for assuming MC is Mexican, does get a bit irritated though
He now goes up to MC when sheâs getting upset, to remind her to breathe and comfort her with a deep hug :)
âSee? Itâs ok MC~ just breathe in and out for me, ok? :)â
Solomonâď¸
Will piss MC off on purpose just to see her pop off, he LOVES it
Literally her #1 cheerleader when she blows up, adding on to what sheâs upset about
âPeriod MCâ âNo way she said that! What a fugly b*tchâ âRight, sheâs just a haterâ
Hypes her up all the time, even when sheâs obviously in the wrong
Sol needs ALL the tea, pulls up like âwho we talking shit about?â
Will get on someoneâs ass just because, now think about when someone mislabels MCđłđĽ
Gives MC a sense of pride hearing him say âCaguĂŠâ when he messes up a potion, he obviously picked that up from her
Lukeâ
ď¸
Gets kinda (really) scared when MC becomes a little aggressive
Actually bursts out crying because he was scared MC was mas at him
MC traumatized this kid so bad, he ran to Simeon like he was getting chased be some demons
âM-m-mom is really m-mad and *sobs* Iâm s-scared *sobs more*â
MC IMMEDIATELY feels super bad because she scared away his soul
Simeon, having talked to her about it already, mouthed âApologize now.â In a very not polite manner, kinda scaring MC toođŤđ§˘
Has MC apologizing PROFUSELY, trying to explain it wasnât Lukeâs fault
Once he calms down, they go to bake cookies like usual, except this time heâs sniffing the whole time :( đ
I really hope this fit what you asked for :( </3
#obey me headcanons#obey me#om!#shall we date#swd mc#obey me lucifer#shall we date lucifer#obey me mammon#shall we date mammon#obey me leviathan#shall we date leviathan#obey me satan#shall we date satan#obey me asmodeus#shall we date asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#shall we date beelzebub#obey me belphegor#shall we date belphegor#obey me diavolo#shall we date diavolo#obey me barbatos#shall we date barbatos#obey me side characters#obey me simeon#shall we date simeon#obey me solomon#shall we date solomon#obey me luke#shall we date luke
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 TAEHEE WITH SUPERM
baekhyun baekhee
there was this tension at the start. you wouldnât notice it at first glance but when you really pay attention to how the both of them act around each other ,,, youâll just wonder how they are off-cam.
taehee mentioned during wgu era baekhyun was one of her role models when it came to the entertainment industry ,, so some fans wondered maybe there was still this senior-junior relationship between them while the rest were getting close with her.
but baekhyun hates awkward. luckily, they were roommates when they came to the states for their debut.Â
he figured he could get closer to taehee by making her laugh a lot, and he succeeded !!! it was easy since they basically shared the same humor.
he also took her out to eat when they came back to korea ,, discovered her love for playing video games and that they had a lot more in common
taehee enjoys playing hard to get when it comes to baekhyun.
(superm midterm exam ep. 1) âbut you said i was your role model!!!â âwhen it came to being funny, yes...?â âW H A T !!!!â
as much as possible, baekhyun wants taehee to show off or be given attention to. whether that came to lines on the script or bragging about what she can do, not only does he do this as a leader but as someone who wants to show that taehee is as capable as them.
(200913 vlive) taehee comes up to the camera and nervously laughs, âyah, how do i do this?!â she turns around to face the rest of the boys who have challenged her into doing taeminâs killing part in the âcriminalâ mv. âjust do it like you would usually do!â baekhyun encourages cheerfully. âdonât act shy! you know you can do it.â
iconic moment (mtopia ep. 11-2) "whoever competes with baekhyun hyung is likely to lose,â kai says, watching as the eldest prep himself for the game. hearing this, taehee instantly shot up from her seat and moved to the red square opposite of baekhyun. though determined, she lets out a casual remark, âiâll fight him,â and the others laugh.Â
ever since the first game of the night, baekhyun and taehee teased each other back and forth, trying to get the other off their game. the scoreboard between the two of them was currently 2:1, with taehee having won the paper cup game and the team game with mark and the others. baekhyun glances to the side nervously, until an idea pops in his head.Â
he lights up her candle shortly and hands it to her, âhere.â taehee accepts the candle without protest as she sat down, until kai says, âhe gave you the weaker candle.â her head snaps up to see baekhyun dead set on making his flame stronger than hers, his fierce expression making all of them crack up. âoppa!â taehee complains but she laughs. âyah, baekhyun hyung, thatâs unfair!â taeyong backs the maknae up, well aware of the feeling of losing quickly to their leader. âjeon taehee, you better win this,â taeyong tells her, his tone was laced with seriousness yet his pout said otherwise. âavenge me,â and taehee gives him a salute and a wink in return.Â
not sooner than later, their match begins. their hot battle keeping the members on their toes, they too were aware of their rivalry from earlier. âjeon taehee, letâs go!â mark cheers. although taehee could barely see with the water getting in her eyes and hair, she moved her candle in all directions in defense to her opponentâs shooting (at this point, taehee figured baekhyun was just trying to shoot at her face but sheâs not complaining... that much). with a sharp aim, taehee was able to distinguish baekhyunâs candle in just less than a minute.Â
âi think water went into my nose,â taehee giggles as she lowers her candle down, removing any excess water from her eyes once her other hand was free. meanwhile baekhyun looked shell-shocked, taemin and the others laughing more at the result. âhyung, you looked like you won!â kai teases him further. âi won,â baekhyun jokingly seethes, âI WON!â
taehee laughs, âěěě´, loser.â the team breaks off into a louder fit while baekhyun smiles in disbelief. taehee sure was different.Â
song falling by trevor daniel
taemin 2tae
despite both of them being the most quiet during the first meeting, the both of them got closer the quickest !!!!
first day they were like âhi hello annyeongâ. next day, theyâre sharing recipes, having inside jokes, mini-handshake (courtesy of taehee), play-fighting, making funny faces at each other whenever they make eye contact during dance practices ....
dance prodigies !!! amazing, talented, remarkable dance prodigies !!! aces at everything !!!! their stage presence !!!!
(superm reveal which member has the best hair and who is the funniest of the group | billboard) âthese two,â taeyong gestures to taehee and to taemin, âhow do i say this? they look immoral on stage.â the others chuckle at his bluntness, âi think that would be the best term for it.â
taehee finds taemin very cute and would willingly watch his aegyo.
(âoneâ dance practice behind) âhyung, you are honestly so cute,â taehee centers the camera to taemin, âtimes like these, i wish you were my younger brother.â he laughs.Â
meanwhile, taemin finds himself laughing at taeheeâs antics most of the time (totally didnât expect the chaotic energy coming from this one).
taehee always manages to find her place next to taemin somehow, and when taemin turns to find out she was beside him this whole time, heâd smile at her and pat the top of her head.Â
taemin became one of taeheeâs comfort people !!!! from having a senior-junior relationship to being one of taeheeâs most trusted friends, they grew really close after time and related well with each other.
iconic moment (âoneâ dance practice behind)Â âwoah, oppa you look really pretty from this angle,â taehee tilts the camera to the sides until taemin starts doing aegyo, causing laughter to bubble from the girl. âhey! hyung, why are you seriously so cute?â
taemin recalls the other day he and taehee hung out together, and he sits up straight before telling the story. âyou know what taehee did the other day?â his lips break into a wide smile, his tone piquing interest from ten and mark. âwhat did she say?â mark said.Â
âshe said, âhyung, it think it would be nice if you were my dongsaeng.â and i havenât said anything yet and she said, âyaja time? start. taeminnie, what do you want to do?ââ
mark and ten burst out laughing, taehee feigns ignorance. âwhat? when was that? i donât remember that.â
taemin chuckles, âtaehee is really so precious.â
song itâs tricky by run d.m.c
kai kaihee
kai was a bit awkward with taehee too at first.
he was very cautious around her, even if it was just standing close to her during photoshoots.
kai, keeping his distance: âis this okay?â
director: âcloser!!!!â
kai: fuck
but now he teases the hell out of her youâd probably mistake them for being friends for a long time.
(superm on knowing bros) âbaekhyun hyung? baekhyun . hyung???? you seriously find him the most attractive out of all of us?????â âBEAUTY IS IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER!!!!!!â âYOU NEED TO GET YOUR EYES CHECKED THENâ
he makes fun of her accent (jokingly ofc) but also loves it.
âhow do you say âꡤâ in english?â âtangerineâ âahh you are so cute !!!!!!â
also teases her by wrapping his arm around her shoulders and proceeding to shake her aggressively.
before superm, kai already found taehee super cool .... he was probably intimidated by her.
when kai is not teasing taehee, theyâre both teasing mark.
in the end, there is an i-will-tease-the-heck-out-of-you-until-your-ears-turn-red kai and a im-her-father-no-one-touch-her kai
iconic moment (mtopia ep. 11-1) âi feel like taehee would get this though,â baekhyun says and the others agree with him, taeheeâs agile. they all watch as she puts her hands on each side of the toaster, preparing herself by biting on thin air. âokay, iâll start now!â
using her left thumb, she pushed the press handle down and released. but instead of catching the piece of bread, she caught her tongue in between her teeth. she immediately pulled back and brought her hands to her mouth, walking away the pain as the members pointed out she wasnât able to succeed. kai was the first to notice her, âwhatâs wrong, taehee?â
âi bit my tongue and it hurts so much,â she winces. kai cackles, âë°ëł´! taehee!â
âit was an accident!â she exclaims. âi know but you donât put your tongue out like that!â
taehee grumbles at kaiâs remark as she sat beside him. the latter pulls her close by the shoulder and ruffles her hair, laughing as she poked her cheek. âyou want to eat bread?â kai smiles at her, already reaching out for the plate of extras.Â
âiâm gonna eat bread.â
song mambo no. 5 (a little bit of ....) by lou bega
taeyong yonghee
taeheeâs all up for the âtaeyong babieâ agenda since itâs so cute to see the older members tease and baby taeyong.
knowing that baekhyun likes to poke the fun out of these two, taeyong and taehee would team up against him.
(superm mtopia ep. 1) âtaehee, letâs make baekhyun hyung out,â taeyong tells her, taehee mirroring the determined look on his face. âwe got this.â
taeyong hypes taehee up like a stage dad or something lol heâd go like, âWOOOO!!! THATâS MY BABY,â and taehee would find herself smiling before resuming to whatever she was doing.Â
taehee had to stop herself from clowning taeyong when they went surfing for mtopia and instead gave him tips and all. of course, she tries to bite her lip from laughing while doing so.
(mtopia ep. 3) taehee goes to sit beside a nervous taeyong on the dock as he waits for his turn. chuckling, she says, âhyung, just pace yourself, alright? donât rushââ but then kai cuts her off, also noticing the scared look on the rapperâs expression, âyou wonât die anyways.â taehee whips her head back to glare at kai, though it was clear she was trying to hold in her laughs. âHEY!â
iconic moment (mtopia ep. 2) taehee was the first to pick out of the eight of them. whether sheâll start shedding tears or not, her fate relies on the fifth sushi she had chosen, hoping that it wasnât the one with wasabi. âitâs the one. she lost it,â baekhyun says as he tries to throw taehee off guard. âitâs not,â she replies, though her eyes said otherwise.
once she grabs the piece of sushi in between her chopsticks, she takes a tentative glance towards the staff and keeps her eyes on them as she took it in whole. taehee knew she was doomed on the first chew, the spiciness of the paste burns her tongue and brings tears to her face. she laughs dryly as a few tears slipped down her face and sniffs, âi never knew wasabi was this spicy.â the boys behind her laugh at the crack in her voice, the staff handing her a tissue as she staggered back to her place beside taeyong who immediately wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. âtaehee canât handle spicy foods well,â taeyong chuckles, âare you okay?â
âyeah, my mouth just feels like itâs burning!,â taehee exclaims, her wild gestures adding humor to her expression. taeyong lets out a hearty laugh as he gave her water, âhave this.â he watches her down the water in one go, though there were still tears in her eyes, âtaehee, you are too cute. iâm serious.â taehee laughs as she wiped her eyes, and they continue with the game.Â
song train wreck by james arthur
ten tnt
they are literal geniuses !!!! but... they have their moments.
(200930 live) âheâs the main character in âaladdinâ, right?,â and with knowing smiles, the others nod at tenâs question. clueless, ten decides to ask more, âwhat was his name? a whole new world~â and baekhyun and mark tell him heâs right, but ten has literally no clue. chuckling at his cuteness, taehee speaks up, âhyung! heâs the main character in âaladdinâ! aladdin!â mark and kai laugh loudly at her hint, she was already giving him an answer. kai notices that, like ten, taehee hadnât got her question correct yet with all the obvious hints they were giving her, and so he laughs harder. âtaehee! donât act like youâve got youâre question correct!,â the said girl shrugs exaggeratedly, bringing her hands up in the air as if to question the heavens. âyou told me he was powerful! so is he like a superhero or something? thor?,â she exclaims, and the others began laughing at her guess, the maknae unaware of the large âLEE SOOMANâ on her cap. âwho is it?!â
their banter that goes back and forth are one of the things that make the membersâ stomachs hurt from laughing.Â
(superm: ready to fly in la) âthe three maknaes are my babies,â ten tells the camera, tilting his head to look taehee into the eye before continuing, âbut then youâd be my least favorite.â
taehee knows that ten secretly has her as the favorite loves her too, so she always makes it a point to call him cute or something to throw him off guard.Â
iconic moment (superm as we wish ep. 1) it was very obvious how taehee felt about tenâs drama. she tried to hold back her smiles but ten was just too cute, it made her heart run in circles. when his drama ended, the boys praised tenâs performance, but baekhyun noticed how much taehee liked it. he calls her out, âtaehee-ssi, you seem to like this very much.âÂ
a surprised âreally?â comes from ten while taehee spoke. âten oppa just looked so.... natural while doing it,â taehee says, her words and expressions assuring ten he really did a great job. âmy heart is doing flips right now?â
the boys laughed, âdid you fall for him?â and before taehee got to answer their leaderâs question, ten said, âiâll date you based on your performance.â
âi didnât even say yes!â
song positions by ariana grande
lucas luhee
lucas took one look at him, mark, and taehee and just went, âyou know if someone took a look at us, theyâd think taehee was the oldest.â (taehee had punched him on the shoulder while mark hit the table, laughing)
but then he clarified that it was just because taehee had this motherly aura around her and that she takes care of him and mark really well.Â
from then on, lucas would accidentally call taehee ânoonaâ; sometimes, he would call her that intentionally when asking for the snacks that were kept in her bag, or teasing her.
(superm as we wish ep. 2) âunnie,â they hear taehee say from the monitor. while the boys accompanied each other in different work environments, taehee went alone to a little cafĂŠ to try out the experience herself. she found herself well acquainted with one of the staff members that had showed her around, and she found herself asking, âhow old are you?â the boys erupted into choruses of âoohâsâ when they heard her, baekhyun jokingly asking if she was there to find a date. taehee shakes her head shyly, but she busts out laughing when lucas shouts, âNOONA, FIGHTING!â
we see more of taehee being a baby with lucas in superm :(
heâd give her piggyback rides or ask her if sheâs eaten yet, and if she says no, lucas would be like, âcome on, man! the last time i saw you eat was breakfast but you only ate a sandwich. wait for me here, iâll get you a plate.â
iconic moment (mtopia ep. 11-2) as mark and kai shoot each otherâs candles out with their water guns, taehee leans into lucasâ side as she laughs with her head buried into his shoulder. it was an endearing sight to see them comparing hand sizes, both of their eyes widening at the size difference. âyouâre hand is so small!,â lucas says. âwell, duh. your hand is like the size of my face!â
song rather be by clean bandit (ft. jess glynne)
mark markhee
taehee knows so well that superm mark lee is a different breed
(the story of âjoppingâ) âyou look so handsome these days,â taehee said to mark as she took in his appearance, causing the latter to become shy and flustered, âreally?â
but mark caught onto it this year and âcomplainedâ that taehee had favoritism .... to superm mark
âyouâre cute in 127 and dream!!!! youâre different here, whatâs wrong with that?â
taehee LOVED âtalk aboutâ. she posted a video of her jamming to it in her managerâs car on twitter.
in mtopia, taehee literally took a glance at markâs quiz in the first episode and said, âahh you should get this one the first try, itâs easy.â cue a pouty mark
during games, mark knows taehee in and out so it comes off as an advantage to him and a disadvantage to her.Â
(mtopia ep. 6) âitâs taehee. taehee is the liar.â
mark and taehee are roommates most of the time and their nightly routines just consist of putting face masks on each other and listening to music while waiting!
iconic moment (mtopia ep. 11-2) âsleepover!!!!,â taehee says excitedly as she sat on the bed with mark. she had just finished brushing her teeth while mark brought out facemasks from his bag. âyou wanna put them on each other?,â mark asks, tearing one of the packets open already.Â
he turns his head to his right and giggles. taehee had her bangs tied up in a short ponytail, her eyebrows arched in a cheery smile. âyou look like ëąě´!,â mark laughs, âdude, seriously. youâre so cute.â
âwhatever, just put it on,â taehee rolls her eyes playfully as she hit markâs shoulder. she closes her eyes but hears mark chuckle again. opening only her left eye, she says, âwhatâs wrong?â
âyouâre really cute,â mark repeats, both of taeheeâs eyes now wide open at his compliment. she goes to say something but chooses against it, closing her eyes back again when mark begins putting the mask on her face.Â
song until the last falling star by matthew perryman jones
#s.taehee#nct#nct 127#nct dream#nct u#wayv#shinee#exo#nct imagines#nct x reader#nct reactions#nct blurbs#nct au#nct fluff#nct angst#nct female member#nct female addition#nct female oc#kpop female addition#mark lee imagines#taeyong imagines#baekhyun imagines#taemin imagines#kai imagines#lucas imagines#ten imagines
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A Plan
Summary: Albus Dumbledore hears of a small boyâRemus Lupinâwho was recently bitten by a dangerous werewolf. The boy-turned-werewolf is only five, but Dumbledore has already made the decision that he will someday be enrolled in Hogwarts: a feat which has never been achieved. First chapter from my longer fic (link in blog description)!
Wordcount: 2727
Dumbledore sat in the Hog's Head, trying to avoid the gaze of his furious brother. They never talked now. Dumbledore could understand why, but it did feel a bit childish to be bickering like... well, like siblings. He listened to Aberforth scrubbing the counter in a sort of agonized rhythm. Aberforth was still staring, eyes narrowedâperhaps Dumbledore could not see it, but he could feel it. "Just a few more minutes and I'll be out of your hair, Aberforth," Dumbledore said lightly. "I am afraid that this is the easiest place for secret information to remain secret."
"I had to shut down my pub, just for you," scowled Aberforth. "We can't all be rich and famous, Albus. Some of us have to make an honest living instead of pulling political strings for the greater good."
Dumbledore winced. All of their meetings went like this. "This is important," he said. "And Clark is an honest man."
"Clark Darnall is a werewolf."
"An honest werewolf, then. He is doing good work and he has important information. I might as well offer him a drink at one of the best pubs in Britain."
"Flattery won't work on me."
"I am not trying to flatter. I truly do not mean to bother you, Aberforthâ" Dumbledore glanced up at the portrait of Ariana and sighed. "I do not mean to bother you," he said again. "Please. One hour."
"I wish the whole world knew that you aren't the paragon of light they think you are," hissed Aberforth, slamming down his towel. He sat down behind the counter. Dumbledore heard him cross his arms.
Silence. The only noise in the room was the sounds of Aberforth's annoyed huffs and the tapping of Dumbledore's long fingers on the tabletop.
Minutes passed. Suddenly, the door flew open.
"Albus Dumbledore. Oh, thank you fer meetin' me." Clark looked just the same as everâall mussed brown hair, unhealthy frame, dirty face, and ripped robes. His strange accent was the same as ever. Clark Darnall had been bitten at age nine and had escaped to Greyback's werewolf pack shortly after. The pack, from what Dumbledore understood, was a conglomeration of all kinds of different people and nationalities. Clark's accent was a strange combination of a lot of different places. He hadn't lived in human civilization in a little less than twenty years. Dumbledore's heart ached for his plight.
"My pleasure. Sit down, Clark. Aberforth, if you would..."
"Don't speak to me," said Aberforth, slamming two cups of Butterbeer on Dumbledore's table. Dumbledore stole a glance at Aberforth for the first time. Sure enough, Aberforth looked ready to kill him. Never mind that, thought Dumbledore. He turned his attention back to Clark. Dumbledore's relationship with his brother, he suspected, was a lost cause.
"You said that you had pertinent information, old friend?" said Dumbledore gently, and Clark bobbed his head up and down.
"Yes. Yes, sir, I do. I... werewolves... you know. No one listenin' in?"
"Not a one. Except for Aberforth, but he's a very moral man. He can keep a secret."
Aberforth scrubbed harder and grunted an agreement.
"Tha' man. Aberforth. He doesn't like werewolves much, hunh?"
Dumbledore smiled. Clark wasn't usually this blunt, but a werewolf who had lived amongst other werewolves all his life often misjudged humans' ability to hear spoken comments. Heightened senses were a blessing and a curse. Mostly a curse, according to Clark. "He can hear you, Clark."
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Ab... Aberforth. So sorry."
Aberforth did not grace this with a reply, so Dumbledore broke the awkward silence. "How much time do you have?"
"'Bout an hour till Greyback notices I'm gone, p'raps less. I should hurry."
"I'm listening." Dumbledore took a sip of Butterbeer.
"Greyback's been excited lately. Dare I say over the moon." Clark chuckled weakly. "There was this man, while ago. Fergot his name. Somethin' like... Loopy, I guess. I'll remember later, prob'ly. But he sort of insulted Greyback... Greyback had a spot of trouble with the Ministry, you see, and was brought in fer a proper hearing. Pretended he was a Muggle tramp. Almost got away with it, 'parently, but... the bloke, Loopy... he didn't buy it at all. Clever man."
"Do you know anything else about this man?"
"Greyback was goin' on abou' Boggarts. 'Parently the bloke was an expert... and then they hired him at the Ministry. Somethin' like Crocodile fer a first name... you know my mem'ry's not all there, Albus."
Dumbledore paused. An expert on Boggarts who had been hired by the Ministry... Crocodile Loopy? Dumbledore's mind started to conjure pictures of the young man whom he had taught years earlier... brown hair, shy demeanor, studied various subjects for fun... sense of humor... got into fights with other Hogwarts students at times. Mostly mild-mannered, but a temper. "Lyall Lupin," he said heavily. "It was Lyall, wasn't it? I taught him." Dumbledore started to picture what possibly could have happened between Greyback and Lyall that made Greyback so happy... a fight, perhaps? Lyall lost? The full moon was a few weeks ago... was Lyall killed? Or bitten? Poor man.
"Yup, Lyall Lupin. Tha' was it, I'm sure of it. Well, Lyall saw righ' through Greyback. His coworkers didn't believe him, and Greyback mentioned... Greyback said they sort of taunted Lupin a bit. Seemed happy abou' it, whatever it was, but I don't know what they said. Ministry let Greyback free and tried to Obliviate him, but Greyback escaped. Ministry knows what 'e looks like now. Greyback was hoppin' mad abou' tha', he was. Face's all over the papers. Can't go undercover anymore. But 'parently Lupin said that... werewolves were... heartless, soulless... creatures? I do'nno. Also implied we should all die."
Dumbledore closed his eyes. Oh, Lyall...
"So I guess Lupin both insulted Greyback and outed his appearance to the media, and Greyback was goin' on abou' revenge for a full day. 'Twas the day before the day of the full, you know. He was tellin' the story to everyone who would listen. Called us all together. Plotted his revenge. Said he was goin' over to Lupin's and killin' him. Said if the whole world knew who he was, he might as well make it worth it."
"And...?"
"And he went over to Lupin's a bit before the moon rose. Came back. Looked pleased. Blood all over."
Dumbledore felt a bit ill. "Lyall...?"
"Perfectly fine. 'Parently Greyback went out and scouted the area. Watched the house fer a bit. S'not just Lyall livin' there, he has a family. Wife. Kid."
Dumbledore felt even more ill.
"You know how Greyback goes after the kids. Ecstatic that there was a little lad there. Big Lupin got away with not even a scratch, he did, but Greyback meant to kill the kid."
So there was hope after all. "Meant to?"
"Meant to. Lad was only 'bout five, Greyback says. Tiny thing. Asleep before half-seven. You know children tha' young don't survive the firs' full, so there was no point in bitin' him and lettin' him live. So Greyback decided to... you know. Rip 'im apart. Leave 'im barely recognizable. Wanted to hurt Lupin, he did."
"Meant to?" Dumbledore repeated. Clark had always had a flair for the dramatic; he certainly liked to draw things out for maximum suspense. It was usually entertaining, but right now it was just mildly annoying. "You said that he... meant to kill the child."
"Yeah, he did. But he says he only got one bite in before Lupin heard noises and scared 'im off. No sense stickin' around when a wizard's got a wand and s'firin' curses at you." Clark chuckled. "Miffed parents are dangerous, and Greyback's not stupid. Says it was still fun, thoughâlad didn't even scream; too stunned to do anything but stare. Greyback was pretty happy abou' how things turned out. Says it'll be a lot more fun for Lupin to live with a werewolf kid for a month. Said it wasn't possible fer such a young lad to survive the full, so Lupin would either have to put 'im down or let 'im die with the rising of the moon. But he regretted that he didn't get the kid fer himself. Younger ones taste better, he says."
Dumbledore shifted in his seat with discomfort. Clark was desensitized to such talk, having grown up among werewolves, but Dumbledore was not. He wasn't entirely convinced that Clark did not ever bite or kill people on the full moon, but he would never voice his reproaches to Clark. Clark was, after all, a good informant and debatably a good man... yet Dumbledore would not hesitate to protect anyone whom Clark may be willing to attack. "Continue, Clark."
"Righ'. Well, tha' was two and a half months ago, tha' was. Lad's been through the first full. Lupin let 'im live, which Greyback found surprising. But you know what's even more surprising?"
Dumbledore shook his head.
"The kid lived. Had his skeleton torn apart at the age of five, he did, and he didn't die. Mostly they've got to be at least five and a half, and even tha's rare. Greyback says seven is the best age. Greyback also said the kid wasn't even five yet when Greyback bit 'im. Close, but not yetâhe was four. Family was talkin' 'bout fifth birthday prep'rations, he said. Lad prob'ly transformed for the firs' time righ' aroun' his birthday. Only five."
That was rare, certainly, but Dumbledore didn't see why it was such important information. "So...?"
"So tha's a big deal! You prob'ly don't understand. Yer brigh' and all, but you can't understand. In the werewolf world, tha's huge. Greyback went and discovered a kid who somehow got past all the laws of the world. Tha's why he's so happy. Got 'imself a protegee, he said. But when he tried to go get the kid and bring 'im to the pack... lad refused."
"Do you know the child's name?"
"'Course I do. Remus Lupin. Greyback's been sayin' it over and over, like it's a song stuck in his head. He gets obsessive sometimes. Scary. The fact that Remus refused made 'im even happier. Usually he can go into the child's room sometime before the second moon, cast a Soundproofing Charm, and then convince the kid to come join. After they've been through the firs' full moon they'll do anythin' to make it better, and Greyback makes sure the parents aren't aroun' to make the decision fer their kid. So tha's what Greyback did with Remus. Sometimes he makes us do it, but he really wanted to do it himself this time. Never seen 'im so excited abou' anythin'. His heart was going a mile a minute, it was."
"But Remus refused?"
"Yup. Greyback did all the normal stuff... promised he could make the pain go away, said it was almost like a cure, said Remus'd meet other kids like 'im. Greyback even said that he tried to act all nice and fatherly, but none of us believe 'im. Anyway, lad heard that Greyback could help an' then flat-out refused. Said he wanted to stay where he was. Also a big deal, Dumbledore... pain's a lot, an' kids don't offen have the presence of mind to make their own decisions."
"I see."
"Greyback tried Plan B, as he always does when the kids refuse. Took off Soundproofing Charms, let parents in. Sometimes the parents love to get the kid off their chests. But Lupin wasn't having it, 'parently. And Lupin can duel, so Greyback left. Lupin still loved his kid, even though he'd hated werewolves just two and a half months ago."
"Fathers do tend to love their children," murmured Dumbledore. "Lyall was always headstrong, but I never had any doubt when he was at Hogwarts that he'd do the right thing."
"Don'no if it is the righ' thing, meself. Remus Lupin's not gonna have an easy life. People're gonna hate 'im. And he's only five. He migh' have been better off with us... plus, I kinda wanted to meet him, I did. After Greyback's said so much abou' him."
"He will be better off here," said Dumbledore. "He will. Lyall is a good father, I'm sure."
"Yeah, well. They moved, after Greyback found 'em the second time, but Greyback isn't worried. Loves that the lad has a mind of his own. Says he'll go find Remus later when he's grown and try again. Says it's somethin' to look forward to. He's always so much happier when he has somethin' to look forward to. We're always scared of 'im after the euphoria of the last full moon dies down and he's got a whole month to go. But now he's practically bouncin' off the walls. No tellin' whether Remus'll survive the next full, but I hope he will. Really wanna meet the kid, I do."
"So do I," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. "But I imagine that the family is going through a lot right now. You're right, Clark. This certainly changes things. You always do bring me good information."
"Least I can do after you saved my skin few years ago," said Clark. "Heckin' werewolf hunters. Execution's the worst way to go. Well, I'd better get back before Greyback wonders where I've been. See ya sometime, Albus."
"See you sometime," repeated Dumbledore, smiling. He watched Clark go. The second he left, the smile dropped off of his face. "Aberforth, you needn't listen. But I need to talk things through." Dumbledore stood up and began to pace.
"Oh, joy," said Aberforth sarcastically.
"Armando is set on retiring, and I��forgive my arroganceâexpect to be headmaster in a few months' time."
"Of course you do."
"Lyall was always a good man. He will raise Remus to be a good man as well, I am certain of it."
"If you think werewolves can be good."
"I do. And I think that, since Remus is so young now, he will have had a chance to adapt to the curse by the time he is eleven..."
"Oh no," said Aberforth. "Absolutely not."
"I heard that Lyall has married a Muggle. I believe her name is Hope. Remus might be nonmagical... but with Lyall's talent, I suspect that he is a wizard. I shall have to check, but I would not be surprised if his name is already down for Hogwarts. If I can create arrangements for full moons..."
"You're not planning on raising this boy to fight in the war, Albus."
"I thought you didn't like werewolves," said Dumbledore. "Don't worry. That is not my intention. I simply think that he has a right to an education, don't you? I can see many ways that this will be a success... but, if I am as magically competent as I believe myself to be... I cannot see many ways in which it can fail. If this works... yes, indeed, I can see it working," he said, more to himself than Aberforth, "and it could be life-changing for a great many people. Or perhaps just Remus Lupin. Either will satisfy me."
"You say that, but you only care about the greater good. None of that is true at all."
"It is certainly true," said Dumbledore quietly, "and I'll thank you to let me be my own person. I am changed. I have learned. And Remus Lupin will learn as well, if I have anything to do with it... except in a very different sense. He is young still, but in six years... six years. Yes. I shall... what is the expression?... put it on the back burner." He smiled. "Would you like a caramel toffee, Aberforth? In thanks?"
"A caramel toffee will not make up for your mistakes."
"No, but a caramel toffee certainly doesn't hurt..."
"I don't want your toffees."
"A couple Galleons?"
"I am not a charity case."
"A hug?"
"Don't touch me."
"You may have my scarf, but it's a bit old and probably too flamboyant for your tastes..."
"Get out of my pub so that I can reopen."
"Very well. Let me know if there's anything you ever need, Aberforth."
"I need you out of my life," Aberforth called, but Dumbledore was already halfway down the cobblestone street, humming Rossini's Barber of Seville overture.
All in all, it had been quite the productive day.
#albus dumbledore#hp fanfiction#marauders#remus lupin#young remus lupin#hogwarts#little bit of a prologue#tone change from the rest of my fic but i like it#aberforth dumbledore
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oc info about all my ethermourne stuff below the cut, if anyones interested! it is. a lot.Â
edit:Â after writing this what the fuck thats so much-Â if you have any questions about them please dont hesitate to ask but i would not blame you if you took one look at this post and ran HSJDFH thereâs like 35 listed and thats still not all of them. zoinks
ethermourne is your typical dnd esque world. theres two kinds of people in the world, commonfolk and enchanted, and enchanted are people that can use various forms of magic. in the current story, a secret underground rebellion is going on against the kingdom, in order to free enchanted and bring justice to the world. theres a million and one characters here so bear w me. all characters belonging to my friends are marked with a *
on the black rock pirate ship,
captain shining - a fierce and protective leader. human. sheâd do anything for her crew. commonfolk. damn near unstoppable with a sword. lifelong partner to orion ethermourne
johnathan bramwell - the first mate. human. quiet and reserved but goofy when he opens up. storm mage. lover of the sky- hates being in crowded areas on land. intelligent, loves to read and write letters. eventual boyfriend to nordwood thatch
aspen* (no lastname i dont think?) - boatswain. human. somber and stoic, a bit detached. big on family. half blind. ice mage. acts as a father figure to delphi
calvin - carpenter. old soul. human. does a lot of the heavy lifting for the ship. excellent storyteller. fire mage. usually brings some sort of wisdom or moral to someone on the ship.
nellie - cooper. human. misses her family, but has a heart of gold for the ship. scottish- often times hard to understand. ability to turn invisible. has a crush on tobi
galen* - doctor. timid and polite. wants to help people, will sacrifice his own health and safety to look after someone else. human(?). necromancer. arrived on the ship with enmea and quickly became like a brother to kaido
delphi - gunner. a young girl, easily excitable and a bit of a romantic. human. looks out for the people her age on the ship, acts sisterly to them. able to read a few moments into the future.Â
kaido - navigator. young, free spirited, reckless. human. flight and telekinesis. eager to fight or find adventure. causes trouble. protects enmea like a younger sister, and is looked after by galen, who he eventually accepts as an older brother.
enmea* - powder monkey. goblin, steals and bargains with the crew for fun but never means any real harm. witty and sarcastic. illusion and misdirection magic. especially loves to bother bramwell and nordwood with her antics.Â
faine* - cook. satyr. loves to be the life of a party. has lived many years and mostly achieved peace but like, loves to dick around. plantaemancer. has a big crush on aspen.Â
nordwood percival thatch* - bard. half sun elf. cocky, expensive tastes, confidence, and flirty. magic can summon figures of light/magic to do his bidding/can impact emotions of people in vicinity. hopelessly in love with bramwell.
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on land,
artemis ethermourne - the king of the empire. sun elf. main antagonist. commonfolk. younger brother of orion and husband to rietta
orion ethermourne - original leader of the rebellion. sun elf. warlock (jack of all trades), considered one of the most powerful of his time. was publicly executed by his brother when caught. left apprentice muriel in charge. partner of shining.
muriel becker* (murr) - aasimar enchanted. missing his halo due to an incident he doesnt mention. wants to become skilled in magic and art. raven symbolism- along with having his own companion raven, keeha. very tired and stressed. secretly dating amaris.
amaris hayles* (mars) - hunter/scout, commonfolk. drow/moon elf. dry humor, but a lot goes over his head. responsible and caring, looks out for much of the rebellion. doesnt talk much. dating muriel.
chevel troubleice - inventor, commonfolk. human. low self esteem but heâs Trying. interested in alchemy and learns more about magic through his teacher, murr.
evercon archer - enchanted rebel scout. wood elf. air magic. considers himself a loner. nomadic, feigns a know-it-all attitude. doesnt like cities. under technical responsibility of amaris. eventually falls for woodrow.
tuka archer - enchanted rebel worker. wood elf. fire mage. responsible for helping safe travel for other through the woods. fur trader. big social personality, loves people and doesnt care too much what anyone thinks of him. brother to evercon and eventual lover to phinehas.
phinehas* - aasimar. i assume hes enchanted but now im actually not... sure....???? omg. anyway heâs soft, kindhearted and a poet. loves to write and is into theater. level headed for the most part. in love with tuka, ex of murr but on good terms!! theyre still friends
woodrow jace andes* - enchanted tiefling bard. extremely sad but makes jokes to cope. sad jokes. the kind that make everyone else uncomfortable. necromancer. lives in a fucking dragon skeleton which is kind of badass. is embarrassingly soft for evercon.
vaughn hayles* - moon elf. idk if heâs enchanted or nah. protector, guardian, soft spoken. looks after a village, family means a lot to him (despite being unmarried). amarisâ dad.
elena bramwell - human, commonfolk, deceased. was small and determined. bram remembers her fondly, and recalls that she enjoyed music and dance, as well as having a talent for making flowercrowns and storytelling. bramwellâs mother.Â
tobi* - tavernkeep. commonfolk. he is liddol and irish and knows how to play the banjo. has a massive crush on nellie. i love him dearly
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on the sundancer pirate ship,
captain sylvan skybridge - enchanted human. light magic. is very tired but patient with his crew. false confidence has kept him going for almost a decade and hes not stopping now. only slightly concerned about... everyone on his ship
paige* - first mate. commonfolk witch, able to just barely cast spells and enchant objects. jack-of-all-trades, cunning, and incredibly clever at problem solving. mothers the crew if anyones in need. has a crush on michael.
michael grey* - doctor. commonfolk? enchanted? we just donât know. a little disillusioned with reality. can see ghosts and has a small gang that follows him everywhere. sylvan and paige are the only crew members hes vaguely familiar with. has a crush on paige. **note: michael has 4 ghosts that follow him but im not listing them here just yet hh
ashton everett* - gunner. commonfolk human. fearless, exhausted of the shenanigans, genuinely just looking for a hot siren girlfriend and dismantling the monarchy.Â
oscar* - boatswain. chaotic, will start a fight- but hes pretty terrible at getting himself out of trouble. needs tucked in at night. inseparable from lew.
lew* - boatswain. calm, collected, used to oscarâs antics. helps take care of the ship, has a turtle.Â
rhubarb* - cook. human enchanted. plant powers. just trying to get along with everybody. donât insult his cooking heâs trying his hardest. probably the oldest on the ship.
waverly* - enchanted human. like a bird selkie, can turn into a raven. spends a lot of her time this way. escaped from a traveling circus and joined the crew to help free others like her.Â
cloud* - siren. tried to bring down the sundancers crew to prove herself, failed miserably and ended up liking them all. flirts relentlessly but is god awful at it.Â
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additional notes:
-some of them exist in a modern au, mainly involving bram/nord/mars/murr as a ghost hunting gang who always finds themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. bram and mars form a brotherly bond over time. in modern au elena is discovered to be alive. vaughn winds up falling in love with her (it is very cute).
-i often draw sylvan and captain ryan of the silent requiem. this pirate ship belongs to my friend sept and is placed in her own world, so none of that crew is mine ;w; most of their shenanigans are in a crossover state where a very sylvan begs ryan to teach him what to do as a captain, and ryan looks after him like a son (though heâd fucken deny it). young syl is far too curious for his own good and gets into trouble a lot. sorry dad
creds: galen, aspen, enmea, faine, nord, murr, mars, tobi, phinehas, woodrow, vaughn, and paige are all characters that belong to my friend bee. michael grey belongs to my friend jake. ashton belongs to my friend rueben. oscar and lew belong to my friend kenzie. rhubarb belongs to my friend pasta. waverly belongs to my friend cal. cloud belongs to my friend sara.Â
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and introduction.
meet elijah.
hey guys! im lina! im 18 and im in the cst timezone. im currently a freshman in college and ive also been rping for like 6 years now ( i started on the neopets chat boards. if thats not an embarrassing fun fact idk what is ) but i havent rped since this summer since school was and still is kicking my ass. im really into musical theater, marvel & dc, and disney! i also used to be a lifeguard at a great wolf lodge for 2 years so if u want any funny stories about stupid children, or even just wanna be friends, lmk! im also SUPER sorry this intro is so late. i was gonna do it yesterday but then my friends wanted to hang and it kinda went downhill from there. im actually posting this like 20 min before i have a lab practical so i wont be able to reply until late tonight, but like this post to plot or anything!
some fun facts abt elijah:
he was adopted when he was around 3-4? he was abandoned and left on the back of a merchant cart headed to corona, where he was then discovered and then put into the local orphanage since no one was sure where he came from or who left him. all he had was a stuffed bear (named wooly), a basket of water and fruits to eat, and a letter that explained that:
his name was elijah
he was 2 (born on february 28th)
his parents couldnt care for him, so they hoped he would be found by a kind soul who could either take care of and love him, or else get him to someone who could
they loved him and only left him in the hopes that he would have a better life
he lived in the orphanage for almost 2 years and the few months before the 2nd anniversary of his arrival, rapunzel & eugene visited the orphanage that eugene grew up in and fell in love w/ eli, promptly adopting him soon after. he barely remembers anything about his abandonment and time in the orphanage, but always wanted to find his birth parents and let them know how he turned out. he kept the bear and basket in his room but carries the letter around with him in his wallet wherever he goes.
his full name is elijah frederic fitzherbert. he was given the middle name frederic in honor of his grandfather.
but, he much rather prefers eli. doesnt mind formalities but insists on people who know him to call him by his nickname. except he HATES being called âhighnessâ bc he thinks it sounds stupid. he wont get upset per se if u keep referring to him as âyour highnessâ but he will get annoyed
he very much wants to fulfill his role as âcoronaâs golden boyâ by contributing back to his people. he worries for the kingdom more than he worries for himself and is always trying to prove that he is worthy of being a prince rather than just some random kid who got lucky enough to get adopted. most of his days are spent doing modest favors and helping out the townspeople or visiting the villages surrounding the kingdom.
when heâs in the castle you can almost always find him in the kitchen! boi loves to bake and cook. he loves the way food can bring joy to everyone. he often makes goods to give to the townspeople or the kids at the orphanage, where he volunteers at least every 2 weeks when hes not busy w prince stuff.
has an acute fear of disappointment. he feels so much pressure to prove his worth that came from growing up thinking if he did anything wrong heâd be sent back to orphanage, esp since his parents had another child. they wouldnât want or need him anymore. he mostly got over this when he broke a vase when he was 12 and tried to run away from home, except he fell out the tree that he used to climb out his window and broke his leg lmao. his parents assured him that no matter what he did they would still love him and never abandon him, and his dad also taught him how to climb trees and roofs without dying (much to his momâs chagrin). even tho hes pretty much over it, it kinda lingers subconsciously. thus, he overcompensates in everything he does and gets overly anxious about small problems
growing up he thought the stories that his dad told him about his past were so cool, despite the fact that he would almost always only hear those stories when he was being taught lessons of what he shouldnt do. he used to run around pretending to be flynn rider and his dad played along, planning play heists for them to do together (think scott & cassie in that one scene from ant man and the wasp) but they stopped when eli hit that age where he thought it was embarrassing to play w his dad. but, it really helped him bond w eugene and help him work on his coordination bc eli is CLUMSY AF
eli legit trips over nothing at least twice a day.
he bonded w his mom through art tho, which eventually turned into aesthetic desserts and meals! thats another reason why he loves baking and cooking so much.
when his 1st sibling was born when he was 5 at first he was jealous. he didnt get much attention at the orphanage due to the fact that there were so many kids and he was just starting to get used to the idea of having parents didnt have tons of kids always trying to win their affection and attention. he thought having a little sibling was the worst thing in the world and would hide from his parents bc if they couldnt find him they couldnt send him away. he hated his sibling.
until he met them. the second he saw their chubby face he was hooked. he swore that he would do anything and everything for them. and that continued when his parents adopted his other siblings as well. he absolutely adores them and acts like the protective older bro role
thankfully, with such a large age gap eli never rlly had to go through any of those petty squabbles that siblings usually have. he was always pretty protective of them tho and would fight when he thought they were being reckless and dumb out of his own fear that if they got hurt he would be an awful big brother (again, fear of disappointment)
he loves to travel bc his mom would always take him to these extravagant kingdoms and on these amazing sightseeing trips
this boy is hopeless when it comes to love. i can imagine lots of ppl liking him on top of all the ppl throwing themselves at him bc royal, but him being completely oblivious and thinking that no one likes him.
he had rlly bad ADD as a kid but its gotten better as hes grown. he still occasionally struggles w executive functioning tho and always gets rlly frustrated when he cant focus or remember
like i said earlier, clumsy af. no coordination. the only athletic ability he ever had was horse riding and running
that said he has a horse named may (short for mayonnaise. dont ask
he likes music a lot. prob learned piano at a young age
he probably is at the party bc royals? idk
EDIT: although (currently) unknown to eli, his true birth mother is maleficent. when eli was 2, his birth father took him away from her and had her suppress eliâs natural born powers. his father realized he was unfit to care for him, so he was the one who abandoned eli.
wanted connections!!
obv his parents and siblings? i mean cmon
one ( or both???? ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°) ) of his birth parents!!!!! they dont have to know that eli is their son or mayb they do and are too scared to tell him, but being trapped together will eventually make it revealed
childhood friends! people he met when he traveled w his mom or met at royal social functions? i rlly also want friends that he would hang w at all the royal galas and stuff and they would go do dumb stuff like look sneak out and look for secret passages of make bets of who could dump more crab cakes into the stuffy duchessâ purse when she wasnt looking
people who know him solely through his family
someone who likes eli and eli legit has no clue, no matter how much they flirt and drop hints
people who hate eli! or even just dislike him, which makes him upset bc he doesnt like the idea that there are ppl who dont like him in the world. mayb bc sometimes he gets super highstrung when things arent going how they should b and he like lashed out at them once or something. maybe they hate his parents and on principle hate him. idk
someone who was w eli in the orphanage
past relationships? i feel like hes never rlly had a bad breakup tho, its just that they prob just didnt work out. hes also bi so they can b any gender. hes still looking for his otp
idk, legit anything. send me those plots man
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I need headcanons about your human rk900 pronto. He sounds delightful!
i have a lot of asks to reply to but i couldnât sleep today because i was already answering to this in my head THANK U to give me this opportunity to talk about my bitchâ˘weâll break him down point by point slowly:heâs the youngest of the trio, born probably after a year or two. heâs a little prince. connor&60 are twins, yes, they experienced some âchildish rivarlyâ but never jealousy. theyâre the same. maybe without RK900â˛s birth they would have hated each other in some weird and difficult way but heâs here, so they form a coalition against this âchangeâ (more connor than 60, heâs the mischievous one when little). connor&60 relationship gets kinda morbid. they tease him a lot because theyâre older and because he has all the attention. nothing new in babyeâs behaviour, just something that will go away when they all grow up. except it doesnât. and really itâs not their fault, most of the time kids arenât inherently evil but adults are. well, if you want to call amanda âevilâ. because sheâs not inherently evil eitherâ sheâs just herself. which is a kind of bad self towards connor&60&RK900 but i think, i guess, i hope, she never meant harm to them. anyway. she adopts them at some point. (are their parents dead? is she their aunt? distant relative?) 5 for the twins and 3 / 4 for RK900 would make sense. itâs a trauma of course. connor&60 lash out at any given time, they donât want to be there. theyâre moody, connor is somewhat violent with others, 60 cries a lot. RK900 isâŚ. nothing. at 3 you havenât even properly started to be a person yet. youâre aware of yourself in the moment but that doesnât count, since usually âmemoryâ and âthe awareness of selfâ are kinda the same, and at 3 thereâs very few things you remember in retrospective. especially at 4, for some reason, itâs difficult to remember when you were 4. (for the records infantile amnesia & false memories are v interesting things!). tho that depends on person and on events (deaths should be well carved in your brain, even at a chemical level). and were RK900 to remember these fragments it is said that the emotional attachment would be very low. (see?? im studying for my kids exam!!! im that bitch!!).amanda cares for them, though her âideaâ of caring never includes emotional support. which should never lack to anyone, less to three kids without their parents. she tries to raise them to her best (amanda as a âmotherâ is a nice comparison to her gameâs role imo, there too she acts as someone who watches over connor) but kinda takes connor&60 for âlost causesâ pretty soon. they remember their parents, she will never be a replacement for them. they know. she knows. RK900 doesnât know. he canât. never got to know them enough. they donât know. she knows. she focuses much more on RK900, shaping him right from the start into what she thinks is one should be. he doesnât mind, amandaâs all he gets to call âmotherâ. he feels that heâs doing something wrong, his brothers make him understand that. they donât want to play with him, donât want to talk with him, they ignore him. connor blames him for everything as a scapegoat, he says caustic things to him. âlook at your eyes.â âi donât have a brother, i donât know you.â âyouâre probably someone elseâs and i hate you.â 60 does too until he realizes that RK900 doesnât deserve this. he concludes that, were they to hate someone, it should be amanda. but never says so. they grow up. thereâs lots of negative feelings. connor hates amanda and RK900, hardly stands 60. 60 would like to adapt and learn to love everyone in this âfamilyâ but itâs impossible in this environment. RK900 has self-esteem and guilt problems, he obeys whatever amanda says because he knows no better and gains the only name connor will call him for a long time âpetâ. amanda is: a rather complicated character here. sheâs somewhat neutral, she doesnât hate connor nor 60 nor RK900, her actions are never dictated by resentment, despite these children were basically dumped in front of her home. but then again sheâs not guided by love either. i think her only fault was not picking a side (sloth?). but then again this is not a âfaultâ at the 100%. canât force someone to love someone they donât, especially in such situation. which is why, in some way, even when openly against her, connor&60 still seek her approval. probably, if she recognized their efforts without betting everything on RK900 and comparing him to them they would have been more at peace.during their high-school/college years connor decides to cut off ties. heâs going to be free. leaving everything behind. 60 is torn. he can be with amanda and RK900, accepting his never-ending future of being second. or he can be what heâs always been, connorâs shadow. but at least connor lets him do what he wants. one night connor has a bad argument with amanda (no, she never raises her voice, but he sure does) and storms off into his room. (they have 3 rooms but 60 canât really sleep when alone so heâs almost always in connorâs, begging him to sleep together, that he will be invisible, that he will put his pillow at the end of the bed and be quiet and rest in the opposite position as connor. connor is lowkey annoyed but he has nightmares often (which get worse after cole) and 60 is a nice presence so he just says âyouâre a hopeless gay AND if you touch my dick iâll kill youâ) 60 goes to him to talk but sees that heâs putting clean clothes in a bag. 60â˛s able to convince him to not be so stupid but connor warns him âas soon as a i can iâll leave this place and youâll have to decide, either youâre with me or youâre with themâ. 60 knows heâs not joking. and the day connorâs ready to go away and start college he follows him. they live together for some time. connor has always wanted to be a detective (a childâs dream, pure). he puts everything heâs got. heâs good. 60 is lost. finds himself in clubs and with âbadâ people. he earns some easy money. he thinks he can live a carefree life forever. he starts to bring weird guests to his and connorâs apartment. smokes pot few times. connor is slowly back on being a person without problems (in his mind, since amanda&RK900 were the problems) so he doesnât want to put up with his twinâs antics. he kinda kicks him out. 60 gets a little worse. more lost. gets a place with two sex workers (a drag and a prostitute). they take care of him in some ways. he understands that this is not how he should behave. he attempts to be better. heâs still lost. he realizes how his life has always been âconnor is selfish but heâs good, so i will protect himâ and how little he knows of himself. he hasâŚ. been erasing himself more and more in connorâs favor. he has subconciously been the wall between his rage and amandaâs nothing. heâs still lost. he starts his rapport with connor again. heâs in awe at how good his twin has become. he has friends. he has good grades. 60â˛s happy that he has finally become the person he should have been. heâs so content he decides he wants to be a detective too. connorâs this close to punch him and probably does at some point since every one of them has a different perception of physical contact (connorâs one is angry, 60â˛s is sensual, RK900â˛s nonexistent). but 60â˛s okay with that. heâs always been someone that gets hurt and smiles. itâs just another of their rocky beginnings. 60 is almost found.RK900 in the meanwhileâŚ. is both alone & lonely. he has a hard understanding of the world; he knows everythingâ in theory. but practical? none. his hands donât do much if not writing and typing long essays. he studies a lot. thatâs all heâs allowed to do and all he does. eventually he becomes detached. weâll skip the evangelion part about his sexual needs and sexuality but to make it brief heâs not accustomed to himself. his body is too big, his shoulders too broad, his height too much. he loathes himself. heâs scared of himself. whenever someone compliments him about anything other than his grades he gets disgusted because in his brain is ingrained that thatâs a lie. he hates his eyes more than anything. he wonders where he got them from. theyâre his own personal curse. always reminding him his isolation. without brother, without twin, without mother. no one has blue in them. he never gets a girlfriend (not that he wouldnât have a boyfriend, but even if heâs so huge heâs lowkey scared because he has not forgotten the bruises of connorâs fury on him and others) and keeps being a virgin (not even a first kiss) despite having many trying their luck with him, too sure heâs unlovable, too sure heâs somewhat bearing mankind first sin. he contemplated suicide. heâs insecure to the max. he finishes high-school. he could go to the best of colleges. he has a fine scholarship. amanda lets him know that the best option would be a very profitable profession. either politician or lawyer mhh no, no, prosecutor, judge? surgeon? he thinks about it. for a long time. 60, who kinda felt guilty about leaving like this and about not telling connor to stop with bullying him, texts him sometimes. he tells RK900 that connor wants to be a detective. he didnât know. something happens. itâs a small thing. stupid, even. amanda probably makes a snide comment about connor. or wants to throw away what he left. he snaps. doesnât say a thing but enrolls in the same cheap college as connorâs&60â˛s. he never felt anything until that moment. the feeling of being his own person, maker of his destiny; is both thrilling & frightful. amanda discovers when she asks him what he chose. he waits for a slap that never comes. it would have been cathartic. to finally be free, to rebel, and to be disowned and rejected. but amandaâs not stupid. while he closes his eyes she doesnât hurt him. she only says âiâm disappointedâ. thatâŚ. that doesnât feel good as a slap wouldâve. heâs terrified. but he canât come back now. canât rely on her anymore as she tells him he has two days to go away. he has done the wrong thing again. itâs not easy to accept that. he dies a little. he contemplates suicide again. he has his college tuition paid and his slice of his parentsâ inheritance. he calls 60 crying. he canât go to their apartment because connor would kill him. heâs alone. 60 tells him that thereâs a cheap place where he can sleep. he goes there for a couple of days, 60 visits him, they have a chat, RK900 cries again and 60â˛s heart is so sad in seeing his red puffy eyes. he concludes that lifeâs not been so fair with them but they all made it more difficult by creating fake enemies in themselves. they search for an apartment together. RK900 settles his few things in there, itâs not the best and he has trouble being with other people but itâs okay for now. he starts to build his persona, he tries contacts, fake glasses, hobbies. he sees connor from time to time, but hides as soon as he comes near. he watches him from afar. for this reason he ends up attending a lot of crime-law related courses. he might as well take those exams since he still doesnât know what to do. he gets good grades. he starts to like it. connorâs center of gravity is so heavy they allâŚ. kinda copy him and become detectives. connor, at some point, gets 60 to spill the bean and acknowledges RK900 existence. he doesnât care about him anymore. heâs a new person, heâs better, heâs free. RK900 never was his brother from day one. 60 is not okay with the whole situation but doesnât think itâs a big thing, at least connorâs not livid and RK900 is fine.they all get to the DPD. it irks connor but he has an objective and heâs going to do whatever it takes, heâs going to be something. RK900 is pleased to be nothing. an ordinary detective, a police officer, whatever. he wants to take his time in living. peaceful. years pass & im very ignorant about police things in the usa so may have gotten the timeline wrong but i tried&searched believe me. they become detectives. connor always strives for a higher position. cole happens. cole dies. this happens. they continue their lives. RK900 gets promoted lieutenant instead of him. itâs hell.connor sees red. RK900 never wanted that. connor canât think straight and in his mind itâs all his fault again, he wanted to ruin even this for him, never leaving him his piece of heaven for god knows why. RK900 tries to refuse, to explain to connor that he only wants to be some low rank and nothing else, he never meant to, to explain that connorâs the one who needs, who deserves this promotion. itâs no use. they get into a fight. well. connor gets into a fight. he punches RK900. RK900 falls to the ground. connor goes on top of him. 60 is distraught. attempts to stop connor the first time of his life because this, this is understandable but this is too much. itâs not his fault this time, it never was, and connor needs to grow the fuck up and forgive whatever has been eating him for decades. RK900 never reacted. but this time. this time he remembers, he knows. this time is not his fault. not the one to blame. sure, fateâs the one. but connorâs too, he too has the blame in his own destruction. these are the fruits. the catharsis that never came with amanda comes with him. RK900 punches connor back. time stops. everyone stop. he know what to do with his hands finally. then. times resumes. and they punch each other until theyâre no longer able to stand. 60 cries. theyâre kids still. and theyâre all grounded. the punishment is: being themselves.RK900 has the habit of eating and spending his lunch break in the old archive. nobody uses it. thereâs mostly file cases from long long time ago, still on paper. itâs quiet. and nobody looks at him. one day heâs taken aback because thereâs someone else. heâs a bit annoyed he will have to find another place. he gets kindly informed that theyâre the new part-timer thatâs going to transfer these paper files into computerâs one. an android would have been too pricey. humans are the only thing oneâs can afford sometimes. he asks if itâs okay for him to eat his lunch there that day. heâs welcome whenever he wants. heâs shy at first but does so. especially because thereâs not another place calm enough. at some point they start to chat, he brings in work to share insights and so on. itâs his first friend. 60 discovers it. he pushes his brother to ditch the âi have a friendâ story, of course heâs in love. he isnât. he doesnât know what love means and he doesnât want to know. 60 gives himself the role of cupid. of course he flirts with them. of course he does it only when RK900 is watching. it begins to be annoying. 60 doesnât stop. RK900 is afraid that his only friend will become his brotherâs partner or worse, his brotherâs friend. and he knows that they wonât spend time with him again. and heâs sort of mad because he had one thing and everything was going fine. he was handling it alone. and nobody told him what to do for the first time. he doesnât eat in the archive anymore. he spends his lunch break at the nearby park. nothing feels real. he contemplates suicide. his hands, his eyes, him. everything is wrong with him. heâs unable to âlookâ, just âwatchâ. in his vision things seem just faraway objects. heâs unable to âtouchâ, just âfeelâ. the sensations he gets arenât his. they go to 60 and asks him if they ever did something bad because RK900 is avoiding them. 60 doesnât know what to say, really. maybe he was the one to be wrong. 60 stops being 60. says to RK900 that he wonât bother him on this topic and please, please, forget about it and continue having whatever he was having. RK900 ponders about it for a while. his fragile friendship is destroyed. he canât trust. but the next time he sees them he realizes that yes, he doesnât think of friendship but something more. is this what 60 was talking about? love? he was jealous the whole time? yes, that, of course. but he was jealous in a romantic way? that shocks him. heâs an awkward mess of a man but they end up together and heâs happy for the first time. he doesnât really love sex and heâs not used to it but itâs okay, itâs not an important thing in his relationship. probably will write something about him and his s/o and 60 asap. now iâm going to write nsfw and eat chips since this thingâs already 3000 words and tumblrâs crashing.
#DBH#dbh reverse AU#dbh human AU#dbh human connor#dbh human RK900#dbh human RK800-60#dbh human RK800#detroit become human#dbh imagine#RK900#RK800#RK800-60#dbh connor
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Smol! Patton and older Patton with his bf Roman ( @chemically-imbalanced-romance the idea was from the tutu! Patton anon you received, I just got really inspired)
(more under cut because it became so long)
Itâs basically Royality (ballet dancer!Patton and actor!Roman)Â
The ages are basically: Patton, Roman and Virgil are all the same age, while Logan is a year older (you bet he teases his borther, Roman, about it endlessly)
they met in kindergarden, nobody really know how; their parents only know that they stopped to talk with the guy that would look over them and when they returned to the two of them they were playing happily
when they were younger (five years? ye) Patton and Roman started ballet lessons together (Romanâs older brother Logan did ballet there so their parents thought:Â âWhy not?â)
idk if you ever saw the end performance of five year olds but itâs so cute, like wow! and you bet that their parents took videos and photos of the performance
(when Patton is feeling down heâll look at his past performances and chuckles nostalgicaly)
theres also that one kid who wont leave the stage because they love the attention and thats Roman (Patton was the one who would wave at the audience the whole time)Â
thatâs the first time Roman has actually shown to love the stage and the attention (he also was a quiet kid, who rarely spoke so Romanâs parents began thinking)
the next year was their first year of elementary school and their second year doing ballet, Roman also began taking drama, which he absoloutly loves
he often talked to Patton about what they did during drama and Patton was happy for him but also really jealousÂ
time passes and Patton learns not to be so much jealous of Roman (as time passes they also discover Romanâs dyscalculia and Pattonâs ADHD)
Middle School time!
Insecurity time! but, in middle school you never tell anyone that you feel insecure, so everyone gets super angsty and thinks theyâre living worse than others but they never get help to sort the bad things that happen to you and im getting in too many details
Patton and Roman get bullied i know that Patt is the sweetest guy but bullies do see that as a weakness for liking feminine things
Patton feels hurt about those words but continues persuing his passion, while Roman starts closing in himself
This is until an evening in May during their last year, where Roman and Patton are walking back from drama and ballet respectivly and as theyâre walking Patton is telling him about what he learned and as Roman looks at Pat he just stops dead in his tracks and starts sobbing
Patton is taken aback, sure he saw that Roman was getting quieter but he thought that was normal for their age!
âHey, Ro-Ro, what happened?â Patton drops his bag and hugs Roman, who clings at Patton
âI-I want to be more like y-you, y-youâre so so so ni-nice and you lo-love dancing and th-they-their words donât hurt you a-and I ju-just hear they- them calling m-me gay and-â A loud sob by Roman interrupts his speech, but he doesnât want to leave Patton down, because heâs his best friend and he deserves to know everything
âand I amâ the words are uttered in a whisper, Patton understands and hugs him tighter, wishing he could never let go of his best friend
after some time they leave the others embrace and they return home. Patton doesnât want to leave his best friend so they walk hand in hand, whispering to each other âI know exactly how you feel.â âYou do?â âWell, not exactly. But, their words do hurt me too and at times I wish they didnât...â
when their parents take them off their phones for some weeks theyâre absolutely fine with it because now they start a new chapter of their friendship where theyâre more sincere with each other
Highschool time!
The bullying stops, theyâve changes school and they donât know anyone but the other (I feel like during their freshmen year theyâre kind of like Two Player Game, but sort of different)Â
thatâs the year where they meet Virgil Alighieri (I am so damn sorry) and he kind of starts hanging out with them
Heâs really closed off and quiet and Patton sees Roman of that night in the guy, while Roman sees what he was supposed to be (and he hates it so much, which brings him to antagonise the poor guy for a semester) and Virgil doesnât want to destroy the bond between these two friends because theyâre so close and he doesnât want to destroy anything as usual
sophomore year starts and Roman is dating some guy he met during vacation?? which they actually know because he goes to their school??Â
Patton is so confused and Virgil just pats his back trying to comfort him, so Patton turns around at this smol guy and start saying what heâs thinking in that precise moment. No filters
âHeâs my best friend and, I donât know, should friends feel like jealous that theyâre dating someone... else? Weâre always been really affectionate and I donât really want to destroy our friendship, heâs so important and WHAT IF I MESS EVERYTHING UP?!âÂ
Virgil is taken aback by the outburst (he hates loud noises) and murmurs âThat does sound pretty gay, Pat.â
So, Patton loses himself in dancing. It kind of becomes his escape and he hates that it has become like that. Roman is in a similar situation. Heâs seeing his best friend working his ass off training and heâs withdrawing, but thereâs also Virgil who just smiles sympathetically and says âI donât know too, dude.â and on the other side thereâs his boyfriend that wants them to do stuff that he really doesnât feel the need (he never did)
theyâre in May, again, but this time its raining and Patton is alone walking from practice (probably watching some old video) and Roman comes running towards him
When Patton looks at his friend, he canât tell if his make-up (Roman had fallen in love with the stuff) has been destroyed by the rain ir by his tears âI-I broke up with him...â
Patton opens his arms to hug his friend but Roman shakes his head and says âIâve come here to tell you Iâm sorry for my previous actions, I shouldnât have let you... withdraw from us. Because I care so much about you and I donât want you to feel hurt by me anymore, so if you want to stop... being friends Iâm okay. Besides I have finished all my tears for tonight.â Which was wrong, because when Patton hugged him in tears, Roman hugged back tearing up too
The next two years pass in a blur of Monsters, films, stress, practice, homework, tears, doodles on the side of the paper and chatter in class During class, itâs October and thereâs a timid light that enters the classroom. Roman and Patton are doodling on a paper, well, in the moment Patton is doodling and Roman looks at Patton, with his freckles and his bright eyes and realizes he has fallen for him.
College time!
they kind of ended up in the same college, where also Logan goes. Roman and Patton decide to take a room together, while Logan (who had a terrible experience with his previous a certain Nate) takes Virgil
Virgil is absoloutly smitten about Logan from the moment he saw him so he passes the first month trying not to meet the guy escaping in the other tooâs room
but theyâre arenât having it easy too, because theyâre both crushing on each other and they would be hilarious if it wasnât so awkward (for Virgil, Logan finds its weird, how the two act but hey! you canât see him gushing about Virgil to Roman, so at least he doesnât bug his brother like someone else does!)
Logan slowly develops a crush on Virgil during the two semesters
itâs summer and Roman and Patton are walking back from Pattonâs practice, heâs in one of his practice-to-wear-thingies and it has this sort of dress, his hair is tied up in a weird curly bun and... Roman is kissing Patton.
Patton never kissed anyone so heâs terrified, Roman believes he kissed someone who was his best friend and heâs terrified. Theyâre both terrified, but they think that this will probabl be the only kiss with the other so they try their best (can I even say that?)Â
when they stop theyâre breathing heavily and smiling so much it hurtsÂ
âThat was... amazingâÂ
âYeah... Wait! You really think so? Would you actually kiss ME again?â Roman is smiling ear to ear, and Patton hopes he isnt going to say the wrong thing
âI would kiss you again and again... if you asked... and not in a friends that kiss, but in a boyfriend manner?â tried Patton, quickly adding the ending at Romanâs face.Â
âIâd love that, Patâ
#this became so long i wasnt expecting it to#ill write the analogical another time now im going to sleep#roman sanders#virgil sanders#patton sanders#logan sanders#royality#analogical#platonic! royality#romantic! royality#pining#tw kissing#sanders sides
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On MySpace, what was in the last bulletin you posted? Most likely it was a survey. Man, I wish I could still access those. 15/16 year old me survey answers... yikes.
When and where was the last time you took a picture of yourself? In room a few weeks ago.
Have you ever been scolded by a mall cop? Not scolded, but one told me to take my hoodie off once. ha. He was cool about it.
How often do you catch yourself daydreaming? I zone out a lot.
Whatâs your favorite thing to think about as youâre falling asleep? I donât have much control over where my brain goes. It likes to go some weird, random, and sometimes dark places.
Is there anything that you want to do, but you wonât do because youâre too afraid? A lot of things.
Who was the last person to yell at you? Not sure. I donât get yelled at, but like my parents and I have our disagreements and get frustrated with each other sometimes.
Who gets up the earliest in your household and what about the latest? My dad gets up the earliest everyday even on the weekends when heâs off work. The latest is me.
Have you ever had a pet walk across your keyboard while you were typing? No. My dogs have always been too big to do that.
Which political issues are you most passionate about? I donât want to get into politics.
Youâre going to your favorite foreign country, so what landmarks do you go see? Iâd love to check out many places in Sweden.
Whatâs the longest amount of time that youâve spent away from your home? A week.
Did the last movie you watched have any emotional affect on you? I just saw Glass on Saturday, which was pretty crazy. In a good way.
What motivates you to go to school? Iâm done with school, thank goodness.
How much caffeine have you consumed in one day? I used to always have coffee first thing and then a can of soda later on. Sometimes more coffee later that night. I havenât had soda; though, in over year. Well, minus the sip I take with my medicine (I have to crush my pills and soda is the only thing I can take it with). Now Iâm just about the coffee, twice a day. Nice, warm, big, delicious cups of coffee.
Are you more hyper and up-tight or laid back and relaxed? Hyper and upright donât seem to go together in the way you paired these things, but Iâd say I actually come off laid back to people who donât really know me and probably just cause Iâm pretty quiet, but really Iâm more tense and anxious.
When was the last time you heard someone talking about you? *shrug*
How did you pick out your last outfit? I just grabbed some leggings and a sweatshirt. Not much thought went into it.
Are you embarrassed to bring people into your bedroom? I would be now.
When was the last childrenâs birthday party you attended? Itâs been a couple years.
Are you good at reading other peopleâs body language? I think so. I could be taking it the wrong way sometimes, though.
If youâre sick, do you go to school or do you stay home usually? It depended on how sick I was. Typically, Iâd power through, but there were times where I just couldnât. There were times in college before I had a pretty big surgery for something where I was sick a lot and went to school with a fever and chills. Iâd have to pop some Tylenol before class, sometimes even during, and just push through. Weak me today canât relate.
Does chicken noodle soup really make you feel any better? No.
Whatâs one meal that you like to eat whilst sick? Usually Iâm not much into anything because my taste buds are all messed up and everything tastes bland. And then depending on what kind of sick I am, I may not want to eat anything, really. I have to force myself to eat toast or soup in times like that.
Thinking of the last survey you filled out, did you enjoy it? It was okay.
Have you ever fed bread to ducks or geese? Yeah, before I learned how terrible it is for them. <<<< Same. :X
Is it hard to imagine you were ever as small as a one or two-year-old? Yeah. Such a long time ago. D:
What set the tone for your mood today? Itâs only 1:56AM. So far; though, I feel pretty crappy cause of this cough and cold thing I have going on.
Have you ever set out to ruin someone elseâs day? No. I would never intentionally do that.
Have you ever felt like the whole world was against you? Just like life in general, ya know?
What was the name of the last video game you played? Life is Strange.
What was the name of the last board game that you played? I donât remember, itâs been too long. I love board games.
What was the last thing that you told yourself? *shrug*
How many times a day do you wash your face? I actually donât. I just apply moisturizer sometimes.
If someone throws hot coffee on you, how do you react? Uh, well, Iâd react to something HOT being thrown at me and be like WTF? Iâve spilled hot coffee on myself on accident, so I know itâs not a pleasant feeling.
Is there a high school or college that you would rather be attending? Iâm doneeee with school.
Have you ever lived in an apartment or duplex home? Duplex.
Has anyone ever commented on your weight? Yes. I get told how Iâm âtoo skinnyâ all the time.
Whatâs a show from the â90s that you miss? I mean, I still watch a lot of my favorites from that time.
Who provokes your sarcastic side the most? My brother and I sarcastically joke around all the time.
Have you ever thought about joining the military? No. I couldnât anyway.
When you were little, did you ever stare at disabled or âdifferentâ people? I was/am disabled and am quite familiar with the stares.
Could the contents of your bedroom get you in any trouble? No...
Do weather patterns sometimes have an affect on your health? Rainy, cold weather can give me headaches and make me achy. Hot weather makes me just absolutely miserable.
If it snows a lot where you live, do you experience cabin fever? It doesnât snow here. :(
When was the last time someone disapproved of something you were doing? I feel like my family disapproves of me not doing things I should be doing pertaining to my health. I know they get frustrated with me for that.
Do you consider yourself to be approachable? Iâm not sure.
How do you respond to cheesy pick-up lines? Laugh. Iâve been asked the whole, âaye girl, whatâs your sign?â before.
How was the service at the last restaurant you visited? Fine.
Are you ever jealous of happy couples? No. I may feel envious sometimes, but not jealous.
How would you describe a thought thatâs sticking with you today? Iâve been thinking about how crappy I feel.
Lately, who has spent the most time on your mind? No one in particular.
In a car, air conditioning or roll the windows down? Air conditioning.
Is there a new song or band youâve discovered? Iâve come across some new music recently. I donât really listen to music a whole lot like I used to, so I went on Spotify the other day and checked out some new stuff to add to my playlist.
What teacher gives you the most homework?
What type of personality do you find most annoying? Cockiness and arrogance.
Are you punctual? Yes.
Have you ever howled at the full moon? ...No.
Have you ever seen yourself on camera? Yes. EW. The most torturous thing ever was back when I for some reason took this âacting for the cameraâ class and weâd have to do monologues and skits that were filmed. The WORST part about that was the professor would play everyoneâs tape in front of the class and we were to give constructive criticism. Omg it was horrible.
Do you give any consideration to whatâs said in your horoscope? I donât even read those anymore. Back when I used to, I was so opposite of how a Leo is always described. Theyâre always said to be confident and outgoing people and Iâm just like, ahahahahah.
When was the last time you felt like you were being followed? Yikes. I used to feel that way sometimes whenever I had to go to the bus stop or was going home from the bus stop.
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i told my bro abt this dream and hes just like why are your dreams so dark (so like, tw for this one)
but honestly i didnt really consider this dark it was oddly beautiful if scary. im going to fill in parts with what i think could have happened there but im also not going to include the details for what the room looked like in every scene besides whats neccassary, cause this was so vivid i could try to describe to you what each PERSON looked like and people usually dont even have faces in my dreams!
its still long so heres a read more
beginning of the dream im walking home at dusk and im coming from a direction i almost nvr walk, except for when its halloween. so it may have been halloween in my dream, the sunset is a beautiful BRIGHT orange and its on the side of my house rather than behind like it usually is but thats a minor detail.
cause around the house behind mine theres a very strange cloud formation, much lower than i usually see clouds and its not foggy but its just, theres clouds wrapped around the house except for the front and the wall just goes up and up and up to the top and slightly past the house. paired with the sunset i think thats really beautiful so i take some pics with my phone and go closer just to see how close i can get before the clouds disappear and then iâll go home
i didnt get to go home, the clouds wrapped fully around the house and a strong, something, stopped me from leaving. also there was like an evil to/riel so she mighta been the one doing that
next part of the dream kinda jumps around so ill have to infer some parts but essentially the house changes from the building ive seen there for you know, my entire life, to a small dark wooden mansion. also muffet is there and guess what she ALSO sucks. and then theres this bitch blond haired human pony tail man and hes dumb and i dont like him. im not allowed to leave and im kinda enslaved i guess (my bro called me a prisoner with a job when i told him and it was stupid funny). muffets off on a job after i get settled in there and i dont know what happens to make me so submissive considering the next part of the dream focuses on another servant but whatever they did was REALLY REALLY BAD cause at every point after this im terrified of fucking up and ive pretty much given up on getting out.
this next part was more of a flashback sequance that happened later but for ease of reading im going to add it here instead. first other servant i meet is a beautiful large green shiny beetle man, seriously hes gorgeous and so well spoken and kind. when he was brought into the house he was introduced as just a regular human man, still as beautiful as ever tho, was hired to play piano for a party. as hes fiddling away with the keys though if you looked around you could see bright shiny green and gold strings just, laying flat against the wall, piano, his suit, etc. turns out those were his beetle wings but stretched out and distorted and at this point hes discovered cause to the untrained eye those look like decorations, but its how his kind disguises themselves. cause he can change his entire appearance except for his wings, so they have to try and hide their wings in the environment around them.
they didnt like him lying but it was calm at first. muffet invites him to a small welcoming dinner, just for a chat. they share a platter of food on one plate, partly meat, but most of whats facing him is just a lot of rice packed into a line. he slowly pecks away at that as he carries a polite conversation with muffet, but nvr touches the other side of the food. after hes abt halfway through it she asks âWhy arenât you trying the other food deary?â and he responds âI wasnât sure if I was allowed to Miss.â and has a bite.
after whatevers in that food kicks in he keels over in pain and she makes it very clear how things go in this house. he listens, he does not act without being told to, and if he ever tries to pull a stunt like that again heâll be dead. âAm I clear deary?â
since he was there before i was some times passed since that happened. hes currently being punished by mr asshole blond ponytail man and his punishment is all of his meals are very plain. just rice and unseasoned meat. the chef clearly put effort into each platter tho as theyve been shaped into increasingly elaborate shapes the longer the punishment lasts. im not quite sure why this is a punishment? maybe beetle man isnt getting all the nutrients he needs and thats harder for his kind, perhaps he has a taste for good food and this is just the most the ponytail dude can get away with as a punishment since muffets in charge of the house, or maybe its meant to bring up bad memories of when he first came here.
this next parts, really foggy
back to me and muffets talking to someone through a large portal in the room? plans are made abt making humans lose hope and wiping out humanity. the vegan next to me is very excited abt this and comments on it and im just like, bro, that would be super bad for the earth and also immoral? and shes like oh right. at some point i befriend a guy even tho we hated each other at first but heâs moved elsewhere after some time
time skip to muffet informing me that due to my most recent mistake my family is going to be killed. at this point im just sick of it iâve been here for months im miserable im lonely, i miss my family im just kinda, unstable
really unstable
im shouting at her if shes going to off my family she has to kill me too cause i cant live knowing theyre dead because of me or live without them, just sobbing, kill me, please just kill me i cant stay here anymore she sends me to my room and i pass by my beetle friend but neither of us says anything, also passed by some buff monster but its irrelevant. i dont go to my room instead im just looking through hallway after hallway, opening a storage closet and just trying to find SOMETHING to work with because yeah im miserable, yeah this is probably going to backfire but you do NOT. FUCK. WITH MY FAMILY! so i have to leave. i dont care if this might kill me i have to get out of there with whatever the hell i can find. what i find is two deflated balloons with little plastic bits inside that when u press a button they light up and im like OKAY maybe i, maybe me and beetle man can use this to signal to each other! thats great i can do this i can. i think i may have been crying and laughing here after my exploring Im hiding behind a sofa in a room in the furthest corner of the house cradling my little weird balloon bundle, just trying to find space to think. im safe because u cant see me from the door and the blinds on the window are drawn already. it feels like i havent seen the outside in a while remember how i said i was really unstable? this felt completely real in the dream so maybe it was real due to dream logic, but it feels like desperation in hindsight. i clicked both of the balloon lights on and realized i could use it as a phone! i need to call mom i miss her so much. so i do and she goes honey where are you? and im just crying and saying i love you, i love you so much im okay mom, its okay, and shes like are you at school??? and i just turn into a mess. at this point i look through the sheer curtains on the window and notice my brother driving a really tall truck moving some construction supplies. it sucks that hes here too but im just so happy to see him even if i know i cant talk to him. maybe if they dont find out weâre related heâll be okay and then i leave the mansion, and i run. nothing here is familiar. im somewhere in the woods. i try to run to the front and see all of the construction workers there making something, but besides all the people somehow the dirt is just, this sheer cliff up up and up in front of the place. so i run to the back and try to get through the barrier around the place. i think i do but its not exactly easy. i fought off a possessed wild boar, but it was the size you think a pig would be, so like a medium sized dog, it just tried to bite me and while it hurt i just hit it til it stayed down long enough for me to bolt after im some distance away, further into the forest on a wide path i meet a human whos instantly on guard to fight me. i spray paint in his eyes and then run on i meet a strange human on the same path and he smirks at me and puts paper in front of his eyes to stop my tactic. i go hey fuck it maybe the fumes will disorient him and spray and his magic stops the paint in mid air and im like dude that is SICK, before he flings it back at me
i dont know how but i beat him too but the next part of the dream im finally somewhere residential, houses along the water, its a warm but not too warm day, light breeze, so all in and beautiful. i feel like im seeing and breathing freely and clearly for the first time in, i dont even know how long. its bright and while i know i have to run im just going to keep running, im free for now.
i use my little balloon contraption and call up my mom again now that im somewhere im positive no one will hear me. i tell her im sorry but i cant go home, that this is likely goodbye, and i cant guarantee ill get out of this alive but itâs okay. i love you so much. and she has to leave too. i stress this. she has to leave, cut all ties, cut all things that could trace you and get out of there.Â
and then my alarm woke me up
its hard to explain why some sections of this dream were so scary, just the feeling of wrongness, isolation, powerlessness, and just some distant pain that i dont know what it was. it felt like the longer i was there the more my world was ending
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Cogsâ TS2 Apocalypse Run (IX)
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Earlier this year, I started revisiting The Sims 2. After a bit of messing around, I decided Iâd take a shot at doing an apocalypse challenge run (specifically Phaenohâs tiered, mod-enforced version). I didnât succeed the first time, and didnât document it with screenshots etc. anyhow, so in this second attempt Iâve resolved to do both.Â
(Lots of screenshots & commentary below the cut. If youâre into Sims, nostalgia, challenge runs, and/or silly reflective commentary, feel free to read on!)
THE SMITHSâ FREE STATE, PART 9 - SO LONG, SHELMERDINE
Two mercifully-timed birthdays -- i bet he steals answers on homeworks too -- bidding the founder farewell -- oh goodie, some crap I can clean off the floor -- Muuuum, stop plaguing my sleep -- people in uniforms -- I imagine Foucault would be proud (or not).

Welcome back! Now, this is a sad chapter. The character I started this run with, Shelmerdine, is going to die of old age pretty soon. Sheâs had a fantastic go of it - managed to max all skills before elderhood, survived the terrible interval in which greyhairs had complete free will, reached perma-platinum for her aspiration. But now itâs time to bid her farewell.Â
As a small mercy, sheâs set to pass on the day after the two toddlers Aaron and Forseti are eligible to age up via birthday cake, so I wonât have to deal with the toddler ârelative diesâ fear tanking both of their aspiration meters the day before they start childhood.Â

First, letâs do Forseti--

He looks nice when heâs happy ^^
And I waited until morning to age Aaron up, since everyone was kind of tired at that point.Â

Yippee!

Love Forsetiâs little jump there.Â
As Iâve established before, kids & teens arenât currently allowed to go to school, nor use any skill-building object that isnât also simultaneously fun. So childhood in the apocalypse is all about grabbing whatever skill points you can, with whatever objects arenât banned. The most obvious of these is playing chess, for Logic:Â

It seems that, with his really low Niceness score, Forseti is inclined to make unconvincing attempts to cheat while playing with others. Attempts of the âhey, look over thereâ variety, which always end with the other person turning around just as heâs moving he pieces around. Iâll need to find a way to make sure he doesnât tank his friendships with father and/or brother while he earns his smarts.
Age-rollover time is fast approaching. Itâs time to say goodbye to indomitable old Shelmerdine.Â

Of course, I had to get a photo with all of her descendants in it. Then she said goodbye to each of her children individually.


*sniff*
And here comes bonesy...Â
You guys remember how the death sequence for fulfilled Sims goes, right? Itâs a hell of a thing. The Grim Reaper hits on you...

... tells you to pick up an unexplained suitcase (which might contain anything from what was in your Simâs personal inventory to their emotional baggage, I dunno)...

... and hands you an extremely ethnic-looking alcoholic cup-thing.

And then you become a ghost.

BYE-BYE, SHEL, YOU WILL BE MISSED.

poor, poor Kent
Back to business; I decided on a solution to the âForseti pissing people off during chessâ problem. Basically, he plays on his own in a corner of the basement,

although I will say that this has a second benefit: Juan needs to level his Logic, too! Itâs the only skill he needs maxed to be a master architect.Â

Both of the careers Iâm intending for Aaron and Forseti also require some Logic, but even if this werenât the case, maxing Logic actually increases the skill-gain rate for everything that isnât Body or Charisma by 25%, so itâs still worthwhile.Â
Get a load of this guy:

Nameâs Amar Ku. I was completely blindsided by this guy walking down the street, since Iâve never seen him before. Is his hair dyed, or...? Upon greeting him, he did the âKiss Kiss Darlingâ gesture, which means heâs a socialite; he must be Juanâs replacement, rolled randomly to fill the gap in the townie roster when he married in.
Panopticaâs got all the skill points she needs to win that final promotion, so I just have her building some other skills to fill her aspiration meter. Like Body skill!

(Note: They canât do Yoga until they have 3 points in the skill, which means they have to level it by doing radio exercises. These are annoying because they drain Hygiene and Energy, and build the skill more slowly than pretty much any other method. im not gogna have fun)
Meanwhile, Forseti, as our first absurdly-neat descendant, gets to experience the joy of building Cleaning skill really quickly from actual cleaning, as opposed to reading books:

You canât see it in this picture, but heâs smiling. His Fun need actually increases a little while heâs scraping crap off a toilet seat. Jeez, Forseti.
Oh, minor thing for any 90s kids and/or incidental Homestucks that might be reading this -- the householdâs crappy stereo was on while Panoptica was working out, and I had it set to the âTechnoâ station âcos the classic default Salsa mix was getting on my nerves, and then I hear, of all things, a no-vocals version of Chromeoâs âFancy Footworkâ come on.

(I mentioned Homestuck; it was the song used in this fandom meme that I didnât discover until after the comic had ended [*slight sniff*]. Gods, itâs catchy.)
Upon discovering said songâs presence in the game, I promptly moved the table with the stereo on it up a floor so I could hear it better. Hereâs Panoptica doing her jog-on-the-spot routine.

And getting buff, apparently.

Looking good, looking good
Oh, I seem to recall saying back when Kent died that ghosts usually take a night to register that their remains have been moved elsewhere, so Shelmerdineâs debut as a ghost was unlikely to take place on the roof.Â

Unfortunately, unlike Kent, she did clamber down the ladder from the attic to the floor with all the beds on it, making it really impractical to send anybody up there for some shuteye tonight. If I send them to bed, theyâre guaranteed to cancel out of the action at some point, and let the ghost do its Scare action, which drops each of the victimâs needs a bit.
I realised at this point that I actually have more Sims than I do beds, so I worked out a solution to this one-night problem: buy a bed for the basement.

John starts work earlier than Panoptica, so he had priority here. Otherwise, they took it in turns to kip underground until dawn broke and Shelmerdine buggered back off to the Styx, at which point everybody who didnât have a job collapsed into their own beds.
Well, todayâs the day that Panoptica, with any luck, will get promoted up the final rung of the Intelligence ladder! Thereâs a chance it might take two shifts, even with an almost-full mood. Here she leaves the house in... I donât know what kind of coat, while Forseti falls victim to my ever more ambitious experiments with the in-game camera:

(I honestly need to brush up on my vocab for types of clothing, I think. When I do write creatively, itâs quite often urban fantasy-type stuff, and itâll help me to form a clearer picture of how characters look...)
This here below would be a great picture, if only the yellow sports car didnât have a wonky interior that didnât show up when you moved the camera inside

Like seriously Panoptica has a great photo face, itâs a shame
The snow actually thawed for a little while (since itâs always Winter, this only happens when it doesnât snow for a couple of days in a row) leaving behind some puddles... which of course I sent Forseti to mop up so he could get more experience.

Night falls, and both goasts come out to play, in this rooftop graveyard of empty fridges. (I canât sell them right now, due to restrictions - I just buy a new one and dump the old one up here.)

And does Panoptica get her final promotion? She does!

Time for some lowkey family celebrations! Hereâs Aaron coming outside to give her an after-work hug:

And hereâs Juan, being all romantic, though I swear he looks more like heâs just grinning rather than puckering up...

Now I can do lots of new things! Including:
> Let people come inside the house, even if they arenât already a family friend
> Redeem Popularity aspiration perks (letting John build friendships faster)
> Use the Ask pie menu to scout out townies with good skills/jobs, and
> Chat on/answer the phone!Â
This makes things much easier. Also, Panopticaâs got a snazzy uniform.

Heh, now both second-generation kids have dark green uniforms.
So, Panoptica has succeeded in living up to the name I gave her! A pleasant development. Itâd have been a shame if Iâd given her that name only to see her fired by a chance card or something. (Iâd probably have thought about Law Enforcement for her, but thatâd have required her to max Body, which would be annoooooying, at least until Juan lifts Architecture.)

So, another successful update, another restriction lifted, another gravestone for the roof... hm. Iâve covered a lot of ground here; I think two more updates maximum before I catch up to where Iâm currently at with the run.

Stay tuned, and thanks for reading!Â
(If youâve read through this and/or any of my other updates, please let me know if thereâs a particular style in one thatâs more enjoyable to read than the others. Itâs fluctuated a little as I figure out how best to do it. Thanking you in advance!)
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From the "Hi im not from the US": 1, 4, 8, 9, 10, 13, 25, 27. You dont have to do them all if you dont want to, they are so many! :D
nah Iâm gonna answer them all u just challenged me ;D
1. favourite place in your country?
My grandma lives in Dresden and itâs super pretty there. Itâs one of germanyâs biggest cities but it has trees and art and really old buildings and memorials and barely any noticeable pollution. I donât know if itâs actually my favourite place because I go there like once a year and I barely know anyone, but itâs pretty and historical. (just ignore the old people, theyâre terrible)
4. favourite dish specific for your country?
Iâm honestly not sure if anything we eat is actually specific to germany. My dad is a cook so we eat many different things from many different places⌠but if a dish has some kind of steak, potatoes, sauce (preferably pepper) and green peas Iâll probably love it
8. Do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?
Me? No. Unless you count american movie makers hiring swedish actors to play german roles because âtheyâre tall and blondâ I donât think we get confused that oftenâŚ
9. Which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best?
I actually visited most of them once, but I really want to visit the netherlands again. I hope Iâll get to go to Amsterdam the first week of easter holidays and if everything goes well, I might study history there too.
10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?
âŚI actually tend to use bitch and fuck most of the time ^^â german swear words are usually either âscheiĂeâ (in any variation possible, combined with every single thing, action or adjective you can think of), or words you really really should not say
13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?
thereâs A LOT of alcohol at every kind of regular party. new years? alcohol. karneval? alcohol. oktoberfest? is actually just celebrated in the lower regions of germany, but also alcohol. christmas? you bet ur ass thereâs alcohol. Itâs a tradition at this point. Iâd list a bunch of weird superstitions we have, but tbh most of the things youâll find on lists about âweird german superstitionsâ Iâve only heard of through those lists. sorry :/
25. Would you like to come from another place, be born in another country?
Nah not really. Germany is definitely not perfect and especially the town my school is in sucks, but Iâm happy with what I have here. I want to live somewhere else when I leave school, but Iâm still glad I was born here.
27. favourite national celebrity?
Iâll do this with famous historical people cuz history is my jam so Iâll just list a bunch of famous dead german people lol :p : albert einstein, sophie scholl (aka my fave), bach, goethe, the guy who invented printing, beethoven, the guy who invented computers, the guy who discovered x-rays, schiller, richard wagner, nietzsche, the guy who apparently invented cars, the guy who found out the earth wasnât the center of the universe, the grimm brothers, erich kästner aaand berthold brecht. theyâre all pretty cool. (we got a lot of authors and inventors wow)
#i removed some ppl from this list tho#me answering 27.: gee time to show off with the one objectively good thing germany has: authors#and inventions but i like authors better
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Title: When Stars Align
Series: Daiya no Ace
Pairing: KuraRyou
Rating: T
Summary: Nothing good ever comes out of an intimate relationship between a human and a youkai, Ryousuke knows. Heâs heard more than enough stories on betrayal, on disasters, on families being shunned. And being an onmyouji, he knows better than anyone else.
And yet, he lets himself fall.
Note: im late aGAIN AHAHAH im gomenasorry
Also on AO3
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[Ch. 4]
As per usual, Ryousukeâs greeted by the foulest mash of aura to ever grace the land of Japan before he even sees the first signs of the Capital city.
He squints towards the distance as though to judge the night itself, chanting a spell under his breath to strengthen the layer of barrier between himself and the abomination of the Capitalâs presence. Really, he fails to understand how anyone with even the slightest spiritual sense would be able to remain there for even a week. Ryousuke could feel malice pressing against himdespite being this far away; nauseating, making it difficult to breathe. Itâs another reminder of how baffling human adaptation could be, he supposes.
He turns back to poke at his fire, exhaling a slow breath through his mouth. Heâs high-strung. The Nine-tailed Fox; the overbearing city; him being so far away from familiar territoryâit all builds up as pressure in his chest. Thatâs not good. He canât let it affect his performance, canât let his guard down for even a second if he wants to come out of this with minimum setbacks towards his own wellbeing.
Theyâre watching. He can sense youkai practically surrounding his campsite; curious, wary. Ryousuke keeps his gaze towards his fire, having learnt by now that itâs always better to ignore them as long as they donât stir up some kind of trouble. Stay away, he makes sure the messageâs extra clear anyway because he really doesnât have the mood to spare dealing with them at the moment. If you value your life, Iâd suggest for you to keep that distance.
Fortunately for him, none of them are stupid enough to test him, and he manages to find some sort of rest through his final night of travelling.
Despite the overwhelming youkai energy infesting itâso much so that even Ryousuke has to pause before strolling in past the layer of barriersâthe mortal side of the Capital is lively as ever when he arrives. Itâs late afternoon and the streets are packed with people; parents trying to keep their children from wandering too far off, errand boys shouldering bulking sacks as they hurried to their destination, people leading their horses by the leash, carts transporting goods and the higher class. As he makes his way further towards the city centre, canvas stalls and wooden houses are gradually replaced by solid buildings and stores, unnamed lanes to developing districts.
Unsurprisingly, youkai are also everywhere.
Ryousuke sees them everywhere he looks. In the urn at the entrance of that restaurant, perched on rooftops, lounging on peopleâs hats and shoulders, peeking from alleyways. There seems to be even more of them than Ryousuke remembers, both in number and variety. The barriers have no doubt worked to keep youkai out, but itâs also trapping those who manage to slip in from exiting. Most of them look harmless, but itâs not unusual for even insignificant youkai to manage something bad if they had enough numbers. What was the Bureau doing, letting it all progress to this point?
âRyousuke-san!â
Ryousuke focuses towards the direction of the voice, taking a moment to spot its owner among the loose crowd of people around him. A young man in the Bureauâs standard uniform wades his way towards him, features set in a grin brimming with underlying mischief.
âKazuya,â Ryousuke greets, âskipping out on your job again?â
âStraight to the point as always,â Kazuya winces slightly. âBut nah, you were taking a bit of time to arrive so I volunteered to come escort you in case you got lost or something.â
âIf you had that much free time, you couldâve done something about this place.â Ryousuke makes a vague gesture around them. âYou guys are probably used to it, but it reeks here.â
âOh, believe me, we tried,â Kazuya says, falling in step with him. âWeâve done our best to keep the larger and stronger ones under control, but the small guys are just endless and plain stubborn. With all thatâs going on recently, the Head eventually decided to ignore them and focus our efforts where itâs needed more.â
Ryousuke hums, peering towards the first signs of the Imperial Palace. He knows better than to voice it there and then, but the timing of it all is too suspicious for it to be a coincidence. Itâs not difficult to guess that the Foxâs presence is whatâs causing this sudden influx of youkai everywhere; the malevolence is so profound this close that Ryousuke could almost feel her physically behind them, watching their every move. He clenches his fists, fighting to keep his sudden wave of irrational fear in check. Stay calm. Iâm still in control, he reminds himself firmly. Iâm still in control.
âCome to think of it,â Kazuya continues, though Ryousuke senses the growing discomfort in his tone. They had never gotten along all that well, so having their conversations die down after some quick exchanges have never been rare. He guesses Kazuya must be pretty unnerved himself, to make the effort of keeping it up this time. âHowâs my dumb cousin doing?â
âKnowing your kind, youâd have to specify which one youâre referring to,â Ryousuke remarks, chuckling his apology at Kazuyaâs subtle expression of long-suffering pain before going on. âBut if itâs Eijun weâre talking about, all I can say is that he still hasnât quite grasped the concept of an âindoor voiceâ.â
âIâm surprised you still havenât exorcised him after this long,â Kazuya observes, to which Ryousuke only shrugs. âDid Haruichi ever end up making him his familiar?â
âI donât think heâd want to even if he could,â Ryousuke says, âthough itâs not like their relationship would change much even if he did.â
âNothing less to expect from Ryousuke-sanâs brother, huh?â
Ryousuke smiles, otherwise making no further comments. Fortunately, he doesnât need to. He nods his greeting at the guards on duty at the gates of the Bureau as he passes through, finding himself subconsciously taking comfort in the familiarity of his surroundings. The Capital City may be a madhouse compared to the tranquillity of Ryousukeâs village, but at least his workplace pretty much has the same vibes wherever he goes.
âI expect you should know your way from here, so Iâll be leaving first.â
Ryousuke doesnât even flinch when he turns and faces a completely featureless Kazuya. âSure.â
Kazuyaâs expression is one of exaggerated disappointment when it blinks back into existence. Ryousuke doesnât know why he even tries. That trick has long gone stale for him, after all those years of trying to console and convince a much younger Haruichi that no, Eijunâs face isnât gone for good heâs just kind of terrible at transforming. At least Eijunâs improved a lot on maintaining his human form now; Ryousukeâs had enough of all the times heâs called to investigate a place for a noppera-bo sighting only to have Eijun running over a bit later to apologize for his carelessness. Heâs in fact mastered it to an extent that itâs easy to forget heâs a mujina at all, since he barely ever reverts back to animal form now.
Ryousuke takes a deep breath only after Kazuya leaves, putting the thought aside as he heads to report his presence. Nowâs not the time for reminiscence; itâll only make his situation feel more dreadful than it really is, more final. Heâs got to focus.
Itâs far easier to focus on what he has to do than what might happen to him in the process.
xXx
Haruichi winces at Eijunâs fifth sneeze, silently hoping he wouldnât return his handkerchief until heâs at least given it a rinse.
âIâm okay,â Eijun declares before he can ask, running the cloth messily under his nose after taking a huge, messy sniff. He mutters his thanks when Haruichi passes him a glass of water, gulping it down with a sort of comical exaggeration his almost every action always carries. All his life, Haruichi has arguably not seen anyone as extra as Eijun when it comes to⌠well, a lot of things. He supposes heâs partly responsible for that; Eijunâs somewhat grown into the overly boisterous image of himself heâs tried to project for his sake when they were younger despite knowing how risky it is for him to attract so much attention. They were fortunately able to cover up for all his misses over the years; itâll be a pain if people were to discover that one of Kominato Ryousukeâs younger brotherâs closest friends is a youkai himself. Though with their lineage, Eijun being a youkai in disguise is the least theyâd feel scandalized over, honestly.
âIs it because of the dust, I wonder?â Haruichi muses aloud as Eijun works to clear his nostrils. Eijun shrugs, trailing behind him towards one of the shelves in Ryousukeâs study. Haruichi scans over the neatly lined books, picking out the few he thinks would contain the information he wants.
âAre you looking for more stuff about the Fox or whatever that onii-sanâs gonna face in the Capital?â Eijun asks, squinting at a title on a book spine with words even Haruichi canât read. Haruichi hums, adding one last book to his stack and making his way back outside and to his own room. âYou sure you want to know more, though?â
Haruichi knows he means well, asking that. Even if he doesnât have the ability to change anything, he wants to at least be prepared for any worst case scenarios. Ryousuke might try playing it off as the usual, but Haruichi is aware that the match-up this time could not be worse.
âSay, Harucchi?â Eijun speaks up a bit after theyâve settled down on the floor. Haruichi makes him wait until heâs finished the sentence heâs reading before glancing up at him, prompting him to go on with a slight raise of his eyebrows. âI know Iâm probably not in the position to ask, but is there something wrong with onii-san?â
He shifts uncomfortably when Haruichi straightens to face him properly, reaching to rub the back of his neck. âHow much did you overhear the other day, exactly?â Haruichi asks, already contemplating over how much he should reveal. There are some things he simply doesnât have the right to tell, not if he respects his brother.
And he respects him a whole lot.
âUh, everything, basically,â Eijun admits hesitantly, tensing in expectation of a few sharp words from his companion. âI remember you mentioned about something acting up?â
Haruichi falls silent to that. Theyâve always managed to keep Eijun away whenever Ryosukeâs episodes happened, havenât they? Eijun hadnât been close enough to him yet for frequent sleepovers during the times when Ryousuke would still spend entire nights alone somewhere in the mountain forest, working himself to the bone learning how to tap into the powers of the entity residing deep within himself while keeping it from taking over his body. Heâs never seen the numerous times when Ryousukeâs impenetrable composure could still falter because of the monstrous effort it takes for him to maintain control. He doesnât know how when Ryousuke first started his training he merely had the abilities of an average person, and how people used to look at him with faces ranging from pity to utter doubt when he used to declare heâll one day be one of the best onmyouji thatâs ever lived despite his stature and the fact that he couldnât cast a single spell until his early teen years.
Eijun doesnât know that part of the reason why their parents are never around is because of Ryousuke.
âItâs okay if you canât tell me,â Eijun quickly amends when Haruichiâs silence stretches out for a tad too long. Haruichi is honestly at loss over whether he should tell him anything at all. There doesnât seem to be any merit to it; Eijun could accidentally mention it in a conversation and possibly cause some sort of uproar. Onmyouji with youkai relations arenât exactly the newest things around at this point, but the stigma around it still persists. Ryousuke most likely wouldnât want him to know due to more personal reasons as well; heâd loathe it if heâs going to be treated differently just because someone knew the truthâespecially if that someone chooses to feel anything besides a certain level of healthy fear towards him.
âIâm sorry, Eijun-kun,â Haruichi decides, absently thumbing the page corner of the book on his lap. âI donât think Iâm in the positionâŚâ
âNo, no, like I saidâitâs all fine!â Eijun assures, gesturing wildly with his hands. âItâs not really any of my business in the first place.â
Haruichi flashes him a small, grateful smile. âIf youâre really curious, I think itâs best to hear it from aniki himself.â
Eijun nods, reaching over to fetch the topmost book out of Haruichiâs stack. He opens to a random section, absently flipping the subsequent pages over. âSo. Youâre looking for things about kitsune, yeah?â
âNine-tailed ones, to be exact,â Haruichi corrects, focusing on his own book once more. âI want to see if I can find anything besides what I already know.â
âIf itâs a weakness or something, wouldnât onii-san have already read about it by himself?â Eijun asks, stopping at a page with a particularly striking illustration. Haruichi stares at its title, trying to decipher the upside-down characters but to no avail.
âWell, yeah, butâŚâhe canât seem to say the rest of it, fearing that if he does theyâd inevitably come true. Ryousukeâs strong and heâs not working alone this time and yet itâs because of who he is that Haruichi feels a new wave of nausea at the sudden concern that seizes him. Foxes have a fierce sense of connection with their own kind; if thereâs anyone who can possibly influence Ryousuke by sheer will, itâd be a nine-tailed fox spirit. And even if she doesnât get the chance to do anything to him, what consequences would the potential public revelation bring? How would the Bureau react?
âHarucchi.â
At the sound of Eijunâs voice, Haruichi jolts out of his thoughts.
âOnii-san will be fine,â he assures, grinning with a confidence that doesnât waver like Haruichiâs own. âItâs him weâre talking about, after all.â
âHeâd be severely offended if he finds out weâre worrying over him like this, huh?â Haruichi manages a slight laugh, reluctantly allowing himself to take in some of Eijunâs positivity. Still, it doesnât change the feeling of helplessness that comes with only being able to wait. âItâs frustrating, but I suppose all we can do for him now is pray.â
He blinks at him when he sees him stiffen visibly, very obviously hit by some sort of idea. Eijun steers their conversation away before he could ask, though, proceeding to launch into an animated recollection of his experiences with the kind of youkai described on the page heâs stopped at. Haruichi finds no further will to question him, deciding that some things are still best left to Eijun and his own devices.
He just hopes heâs not going to do anything overboard. Again.
xXx
âYou want me to what.â
Youichi thinks itâs probably about time for him to clean his ears because heâs pretty this brat just asked if thereâs any way he could check on Ryousuke for Haruichi.
Was it something he did? Had he done something lately that gave him the idea that he doesnât value his life? Because Eijun might as well have asked him to exorcise himself first to save Ryousuke the trouble of kicking his butt for hijacking his mind. Unlike actual gods, Youichi isnât omnipresent, so the only way heâll be able to more or less âseeâ how heâs doing is by entering his consciousness. Ryousuke was merciful the last time, but Youichi isnât sure heâll be as lucky right now. Or ever again in general, really.
Though, he does have a pretty good guess that Ryousukeâs extremely distracted by something at the moment. Against his better judgements, Youichiâs left a miniscule remnant of the short link heâd formed with Ryousuke the other day, also with the subconscious intention to make sure heâs at least still alive. Ryousuke would no doubt have already noticed and gotten rid of it if heâs his usual self; he either canât be bothered now, or he hasnât realized yet. Whatever it is, Youichi can tell heâs ridiculously stressed at the moment. He could feel his tension even through the slight, negligible link between their minds; heâs like a rope pulled taut for so long that the edges at the centre are already beginning to fray before it eventually snaps. Youichi canât help marvelling at him for being able to function despite bearing that sort of weight on his shoulders. What heâs feeling is merely a fraction of the real thing, a second-hand sensation of sortsâand he already feels slightly queasy.
But even more than his borderline inhuman drive to keep going regardless of his inner turmoil, Youichi ponders more over the root of Ryousukeâs anxiety. Theyâre talking about a person who has the power to even stand up against a minor god here; whatâs there about the nine-tailed kitsune in particular that has him so tensed up and on guard? Sure, sheâs been impossible to beat for a century now, but Ryousuke would still have enough confidence in himself without lowkey fearing for his life, wouldnât he?
Or has his every confrontation with youkai actually been like this? Was it just that Youichi never noticed because Ryosuke has simply achieved that level of skill when it comes to hiding it?
âWho do you think keeps this place safe while Ryou-sanâs off doing his thing, huh?â Youichi sighs wearily when Eijun repeats his question with a volume about a solid hundred levels louder. Really, just because mujina are good at projecting their voices doesnât mean Eijun has to do it when theyâre just two metres apart.
âCanât you spare some time during the day or something? You spend most of your time just lazing around anyways,â Eijun argues, and Youichi just about to explain that there are very important reasons to his lazing around when he decides itâs not worth the effort.
âLook, I know youâre doing this for Haruichiâs sake, but you have to understand one thingââhe proceeds to tackle Eijun into a headlock and grind his fist against his scalpââRyou-san would probably flay me alive when he comes back if I do that, and youâre an idiot.â
âIsnât that already two things!â Eijun protests, thrashing violently until Youichi releases him. âAnd only idiots call others idiots!â he accuses, jabbing a finger at his direction.
âYes, yes.â Youichi makes a dismissive wave before crossing his arms. âIf youâre thatkeen to know, though, why donât you just turn into a bird and fly there or something? I donât think itâll take that long by air.â
Youichi braces himself for more yelling when Eijun opens his mouth, but he clams up without saying anything in the end. Huh. Did Youichi accidentally thread on a sensitive subject?
âDonât tell me,â Youichi raises his eyebrows, âyouâre bad at transforming?â
ââCourse not!â Eijun denies, and Youichi could practically feel every sentient being within a fifty-meter radius wince simultaneously. He hesitates a bit before speaking again, mumbling under his breath as he does so. âItâs just that I promised onii-san that Iâll take care of Harucchi while heâs gone.â
Youichi takes half a minute to process that. Then oh, the implicit message behind Eijunâs words dawns him. It must be the Capital City that he has issues with. Youichi canât exactly criticize him for that; he isnât that fond of it himself. Heâs passed by a few times during some journeys with his master, and the impression he immediately got was along the lines of ugh no thanks. To put it crudely, the smell alone reminded him of his masterâs feetâwhich reeks like a pile of rotting fishâonly about fifth times more pungent. He remembers being sourly told not to involve himself at all with the gods residing there if he could help it too because theyâre all pieces of work who think theyâre better than everyone else.
Frankly, Youichi always thought his masterâs always been a little overdramatic, but he figures he has nothing to lose listening to him when it comes to deities. Theyâve never been fond of youkai, and the feelingâs mutual.
âWell, sorry to break it to ya,â Youichi sniffs, âbut Iâve been asked to watch over him while Ryou-sanâs away too.â
âThen doesnât that mean youâre already multitasking? What difference would doing one more thing make?â Eijun demands, and dear lord Youichi canât tell if heâs seriously that dense or if heâs simply refusing to listen. He spends a moment to study him; spotting the telltale furrow across his brow, the tension in his jaw, the way heâs clenching his fistsâand feels something in him soften. Heâs genuinely just trying to support his friend in whatever straightforward, albeit slightly outlandish way he can, isnât he? As much as Youichi hates to admit, heâs a sap for stuff like that. He canât dislike him for doing his best to look out for someone he cares for.
Youichi exhales a long breath, deciding heâs probably going to regret this. A lot.
âOkay, listen,â he begins, holding up his palms in a sort of placating gesture. He sends a quick prayer to whoeverâs kind enough to bother listening for Eijun to not start freaking out. âIf it makes you feel any better, I am still maintaining a tiny link with Ryou-sanâs mind right now. What I can deduce through that is extremely limited, but at the very leastââ he shoots Eijun a stern glare to shut him up before he can speakââIâd know if heâs dead or alive.â
For a second, Eijun looks like he isnât able to accept that. Then as Youichi watches, the fight seems to leave him all at once, and he averts his gaze, slouching his shoulders. So even he can look like that sometimes, Youichi muses. Even someone as aggressively stubborn as him could finally realize when to give in.
âIâll definitely let Haruichi know if anything happens,â Youichi assures, doubting his own words the moment he voices them because can he really tell he boy if thereâs a chance he wonât ever see his brother again? âThough, Iâm sure Ryou-san would have everything under control somehow or another.â
When he realizes that isnât enough to get rid of Eijunâs pensiveness, he does the only thing he could think of. He trudges behind him, and kicks him at the back of his knees. Eijun yelps, promptly proceeding to demand what that was for and accuse him for being a horrible guardian deity because people in his position shouldnât be needlessly harming other youkai. Youichi merely answers with a trademark cackle and some snarky retort, hoping to keep this front up until Eijun leaves. Call him superstitious or whateverâitâs always foreboding when the boisterous ones become quiet. Youichi has his own unease already; he doesnât need Eijun to make things worse.
Because surely, Ryou-san knows what heâs doing and getting himself into, right?
xXx
Thereâs a blanket of tense silence settled over the group of onmyouji entrusted with the task of aiding the holy ritual.
Ryousuke moistens his lips as he moves with them towards the designated hall in the Imperial Palace, willing his heartbeat to find its calm already. It doesnât help that the summer heat is extra overbearing that day; harsh sunlight beating down on them in the exposed hallways, their robes doing more to trap the heat in than keeping it out. The only good itâs doing is making Ryousukeâs sweat less conspicuous since practically everyoneâs mopping their faces every five minutes or so.
Theyâre led by the main person in charge of casting the spell, a man said to be a descendant of Abe no Seimei named Abe no Yasunari. Heâs skilled, yes, though not to the point of being âspectacularâ per se. Definitely not as prominent as his predecessor, but since Abe no Seimei had direct blood relations to a youkai itâs not much of a surprise. If anything, the fact that Yasunari is as good as he is now proves that heâs a person worthy of carrying the weight of his family name. Ryousukeâs seen him work a few times firsthand; his methods are highly efficient and effective,albeit slightly orthodoxical. Just because he doesnât particularly stand out like his grandfather or the few among them including Ryousuke himself doesnât mean he isnât amazing in his own right.
They eventually stop before a set of sliding doors, Abe no Yasunari exchanging a few words with the men standing guard before theyâre granted access. At this point, the tug in Ryousukeâs gut thatâs been building up ever since he entered the city has morphed to something resembling an intense burn. Sheâs close, and itâs starting to react to her presence. Ryousuke takes a deep breath, swallowing thickly. Itâs alright, heâs trained enough to handle this. Heâll be fine, heâll be fine.
He then steps in through the entrance of the hall, and meets the gaze of the most beautiful woman heâs ever seen.
*to make things clear, miyuki's a tanuki and eijun's a mujina!
#kuraryou#kominato ryousuke#kuramochi youichi#diamond no ace#daiya no ace#i wanted to put this up a week earlier but then i discovered that my phone doesn't support copy pasting formatted text so??? welp#fanfiction
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DOTT IM SO SORRY I JUST SAW THIS TY
Im still using sm*rf bc i dont want it to show up in the tags its annoying and im sry
đ - when and how did you discover your special interest?
Ooh this goes way back.
Well, when i was about nine my parents first seperated (they did twice, ultimately getting divorced 2nd time around) for a period of two years, and during that time we had very, very little money because my mom was a stay at home mom for years and had to get a job too, so we basically had to cut, like, everything/anything extra that we didnt need. The best my mom could do so we didnt get a total shock on top of everything was to get us the smallest cable package possible (im pretty sure it was way cheaper back then too, idk if even that would be manageable now) where we had just like, a little cluster of channels; one of those was boomerang. I was really, really sad about loosing cartoon network, so my mom hyped me up about being able to watch sm*rfs, even though i only had a very vague idea of what they were. From there, it kind of just became my permanent special interest. My mom and i watched it together a lot since her mom played into the really strange christian propaganda of âdemonizingâ cartoons that was everywhere in the 80s when she grew up. She would bribe her brother not to rat her out when she would sneak-watch it on saturday mornings and tbh that would literally be me
â - Is there something you Dont like about your special interest?
Definitely. The author of the original comics was uh⌠a really sexist, probably racist and a homophobic guy. Which, really shows in his earlier works â the full sm*rfette story is honestly much worse than the concepts of her origin that were kept in the cartoon. The 80s retelling is basically the comic but heavily censored for over obviously sexist content, while still being sexist in itself (just in a way where, maybe for younger viewers or a blind eye, its not obvious at first). Honestly just the treatment of most of the female characters is my complaint in the way a lot of them are portrayed, but especially sm*rfette. She cant do one self indulgent thing for herself without it being ridiculed or often portrayed as wrong, even when shes like the smartest and most caring person in the village. Its annoying and not a good message at all.
Also, it tries to be written as insanely het all the time and just isnt. Like its so gay and theres so many moments where youre like âppl really tried to pass this as hetâŚbitchâ but time and time again⌠straight people think its reasonable that an entire village is attracted to. a single person (who most of the time heavily shys away from affection from men too, lmfaoâŚ). REALLY hoping the new movie addresses that in some way thats not bad, but im trying not to get my hopes up (ive got my hopes up).
đ - Something you like about your Special Interest?
Honestly this is a lot of things, but i would have to say?? Like. Everything, except the things i dont like ^. Its constantly been such a comfort to me in so many ways. I love the characters, i love how it was my first real introduction to fairytale fantasy (aside from disney) and its just⌠so calming. Some people find it boring and annoying, but for me it was so easy to fall in love with and kept me company/calmed me down during some of the worst times ive ever had. Even when some of those worst times were because people would make fun of me for loving it.
đł - do you have a stim related to your special interest?
In a few ways, yea! I do!
I always compare it to this, but i think being surrounded in things related to it is a kind of visual stim that relates to the old woman who wants most everything in her house to be green. Just as it makes her feel calm, happy, and energetic, i have the same expirience but i sm*rf theme as many things as i can, and collect ALOT. I try to be surrounded by it as much as possible, and it always helps me to feel happy and calm. If im not in a space where its all around, iâll have sm*rf things that i use day to day, like my wallet, cups, things like that. It always provides a feeling of happiness and safety.
Another for a physical stim is that i have a sm*rfette themed slime that one of my best friends made me for christmas! (He made a little white hat to put over the lid too, it was so sweet). Its a glittery blue, and has lots of gold, blue, and flower shaped sequins in it! i love squishing gooey and squeezable stuff. Textures like that are the best ever.
đ- a headcanon/theory you have about your special interest?
This is gonna be long and im sorry i talk so much, but Brainy, Grouchy, Clumsy, and Fette (so i dont have to block out the full word again) are all autistic!
- Brainy expiriences a lack of empathy, tends to micromanage more than one usually would (especially if one of his special interests are involved/its something he came up with himself) and, as mentioned, expiriences special interests (a need for worldly knowledge â especially of magic, and for papa, who he constantly seeks to impress and be respected by, no matter what it takes. He loves him and wants to be just like him, and often does things for him out of the blue just so heâll appreciate and recognize him + his potential). He stims by chewing (probably with the handle of a wand) and by writing + drawing swirly doodles on paper with his quill pen. He infodumps, and he usually lacks an understanding of social cues; this often leads to him making âbad decisionsâ being highly ridiculed, often overshadowed by his peers.
- Clumsy does not quickly process information + events, his comfort object(s) is/are his continuously growing rock collection/garden that he waters and talks to everyday, he stims by flapping and jumping, and is very uncoordinated. There are often âsimpleâ things that confuse him that he is unable to figure out quickly (like putting together things that fold up - chairs, foldable tables where u have to specifically press something, stuff like that. I think its an autistic thing even though im not able to describe it very well since ive struggled w it all my life myself and i always get weird looks when i cant do it) and his special interest is Brainy. Because he is physically incoordinated and processes information slow, though people do stick up for him, he can often recieve even worse treatment from those around him than Brainy does, on top of being easily able to manipulate due to him being so easily trusting and loving. Because of this, him and Brainy often do everything together, and eventually their mutual love for each other + relatability brings them to be almost inseperable (even if Brainy looses his patience more than he should sometimes). aka theyre boyfriends it rly shows
- Fette struggles with anxiety (as alot of autistic people, like myself, do) and has hyper-empathy. Similar to Clumsy, Fette seeks comfort in her flower garden and flowers in general, often holding conversations with them. This actually is a real theory, but she believes that talking to the flowers will help them to grow, and cherishes them as if they were people. She knows the name of every flower in the forest and could tell you at LEAST 5 facts about every single one. She stims by flapping, jumping, and chewing on her hair. Fette is quick to act to situations whether good or bad, and raised voices from others can often send her towards a meltdown (in where she retreats to her house for solitude to calm down + renergize). Though she loves her friends and being with them, she is an introvert and enjoys being by herself or with her flowers to regain energy.
- Grouchy uses echolalia to express his emotions and partake in conversations, while being mostly nonverbal. He often seeks company in animals or baby sm*rf (who i believe is also his special interest) because they bring him comfort and dont ask him to explain or change who he is. He is often very distant from most people, and only opens up to being around people he feels he can trust.
đ - something funny about your special interest?
It just made me type up like. Disorganized paragraphs when im supposed to be packing up my shit 2 go to my moms. Also just the idea that a whole village could be attracted to a single person and no one else⌠funnie as shit my guy
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JANE: -Guess who's in the kitchen again? It's this gal. She's been occupying much of her time this way; it's largely to burn off anxious energy in waiting for the fated crew to arrive, but also because she just can't stand boring meals day after day.-
JANE: -She isn't baking right now, surprisingly. She's slowly cooking a nice pot roast for dinner, ingredients fresh from one of her many pieces of portable Crocker tech. Her apron reads "Hot Daddy"; an artifact salvaged from somewhere in the pantry.-
JOEY: =She'd been lying upstairs, staring at the ceiling for hours. It was hard being able to sleep soundly without the threat of being discovered for her human qualities, and at times it was hard to believe she had a family again. Mostly everyone all together and all in one place, too. She'd heard some quiet rummaging in the kitchen below until the vapors rose and holy shit, whatever it was smelled delicious. She's sneaking down the stairs like a kid on Christmas Eve, carefully poking her head around the corner.=
JANE: -She doesn't notice Joey immediately; while the food cooks, she's leafing through a business book she found on a shelf and laid out on the counter before closing it back with a sigh. There's not much point in studying business when the business in question is currently being run by an evil alien sea queen, is there?-
JANE: -She scans the room, and then double takes at a pair of eyes around the doorway.- Oh!
JANE: Good... morning? Not really, but I haven't made any breakfast yet. Sorry. I wasn't sure if anyone was up yet.
JOEY: =She finally came out of hiding and stepped the rest of the way down the stairs, smiling in greeting.=
JOEY: nah its fine im not usually up around this time anyway
JOEY: the jet lags been awful =joke=
JANE: The mysterious interdimensional portal-lag, you mean. Hoo. -It's not that funny, but she's trying to make the most of it.- I understand completely.
JANE: Do you like eggs and bacon?
JOEY: =She perked at this=
JOEY: you mean to say
JOEY: you guys actually have that here?
JOEY: =eyes the refrigerator= 8o
JANE: Well... Sort of.
JANE: I conveniently happen to have a very good storage unit on my person.
JANE: -She's already pulling out pans- How do you like your eggs?
JOEY: =when was the last time she had anything that wasn't grubloaf lathered in grubsauce?= JOEY: oh jane you dont have to go through all that troubleâ
JOEY: =fusses.=
JOEY: ....
JOEY: sunny side up
JOEY: =she's WEAK=
JANE: -snrrrk- Me, too.
JANE: Don't worry. This is better than sitting around, stewing in potential doom scenarios. -she produces a package of bacon and cuts it open while the pan heats up on the stove-
JANE: And I could use some breakfast, too...
JANE: Shucks. All I've eaten this morning is a bite of leftover cheesecake.
JOEY: that wont do at all! heres to proper sustenance hahaha
JOEY: =she approacheth= it is only right of me to ask if you need help with any of this
JANE: Hmm...
JANE: Actually, I do need help with something. -glances over at her- I've been pretty curious about all this... estranged family business.
JANE: I just never felt like there was a good time to corral you all and ask about it. Actually, the image itself seems pretty rude.
JOEY: oh
JOEY: well... =she leaned back against one of the counters and sighed, laughing a little helplessly as she dragged a hand down one cheek=
JOEY: where to even start?
JANE: Perhaps the beginning?
JANE: As a genuine suggestion, not a sassy remark.
JOEY: =she glanced up at her and soft laughter replaced her expectant expression.=
JOEY: yeah thats always a good place
JOEY: we were little then
JOEY: dad was an explorer so he was gone often
JOEY: our aunt came to stay with us - mom jude tess and me - she had a baby with her
JOEY: bout a year later some people at her work did something that scared her off =she shrugged= and so she left
JOEY: i guess she didnt want us getting caught up in it but it happened anyway =Joey smiled, shaking her head= from that point on we got really good at camping
TESSERACT: =Soft boof as he comes wagging his entire body down the stairs. He smells FOOD.=
JANE: ... -She can sort of guess what that means, but...- Oh hi, doggy. -casually braces herself against a counter-
JANE: No bacon for you yet!
JANE: Um-- So you-- lost your home? Because of... a bad business venture?
JOEY: yeahâ
TESSERACT: boof! =Whines up at jane=
JOEY: :O down tess
JOEY: you know better that that
TESSERACT: =WHINES again but lays his head down right on Jane's foot. licks her leg and looks up with those big puppy eyes=
JOEY: we couldnt really go back to it for a while but soon enough they left us alone and we got to go back
JOEY: guess they figured what could a woman her kids and their dog do? not much of a threat, you know
JANE: A... threat?
JANE: This sounds a little more dastardly than I was imagining.
JANE: Was it... you know... them?
JOEY: =she nods=
JOEY: the same people that have taken over skaianet
JOEY: it was our dad and aunts lifes work
JOEY: and they took it out from under them so easily
JOEY: =she ran her hand on the edge of the counter, just feeling the texture there=
JOEY: one day dad never came home
JOEY: i thought for sure because of his connections theyd gotten to him somehow
JOEY: not very long after that mom never came home either(edited)
JUDE: -at some point during the conversation, jude had come up from the basement, but when he heard the topic of discussion, he wound up lingering in the hall just outside the kitchen. hearing their skeletons get dragged out made him anxious, but it was important that jane knew exactly what they were dealing with -- what his whole family had always been dealing with. he runs his hand along the wall, awkwardly stuck in place.-
JOEY: but we claire-leys don't know when to keep our heads down and mouths shut(edited)
JOEY: jude tess and i went off for some daring do and picked up where dad and aunt jo left off
JOEY: it was better for me to think they were dead cause nothing can hurt you when you expect the worst, right? but jude flat out refused to believe that =She shook her head= he was so much stronger than me - bouncy little optimist
JANE: -Jane can't help laughing a little at that description, despite the story itself.- Well... you can sure tell you're related.
JANE: And... if you don't mind me saying so, I'm sure you gave him plenty of push he might not have had alone. -At least, when she met him, he hadn't really been outside in years.- I think it all works out.
JANE: But how did you end up... Elsewhere?(edited)
JOEY: we both had that effect on each other =she glanced down at the counter again= JOEY: it was a whole stack of things but aunt jos research to put it simply JOEY: its what they were after all those years
JOEY: or one of the things at least
JOEY: that research led us to the portal downstairs which in turn led to skaianet finding out jude and i werent so harmless after all
JOEY: =she shrugged her shoulders, but it was more like brushing off the uncomfortable feeling of that distant memory than to indicate something like indifference=
JOEY: they wanted what we knew and if it hadnt been for jude they would have gotten what they wanted(edited)
JANE: ... I have a feeling this tale is nearing its bitter conclusion. -She watches Joey, brows knitting with some concern at the way she seems more uncomfortable the further this story goes.-
JANE: You don't have to tell me all this if you don't want to. My curiosity isn't worth digging up too many bad feelings.(edited)
JUDE: -with an exhale, he finally moves to join them in the kitchen, eyes down cast but he looks up after he gets his hands on a cookie.- ...
JUDE: hello
JUDE: sorry for interrupting...
JUDE: and also for
JUDE: eavesdropping
JANE: !
JANE: Jude.
JANE: I didn't hear you creeping up.
JANE: ... I didn't mean that the way it sounds.
JOEY: =Her back was to the stairs and she turned, a smile lifting as she saw it was her brother. Wow. She has to get used to them being in the same place again.= hey...
JOEY: =she's relieved he was here. The events leading up to everything were easy to say, and of course on Alternia she changed up a few things to suit her trollsona's history. But she'd never gone so far to explain the separation itself other than that it happened. The fear of never seeing her brother again didn't hang heavy over her head and the past didn't hurt quite so much=
JUDE: -catching a glimpse of her smile, he can't help smiling too.- it's alright
JUDE: creeping is probably technically a good way to describe my... general movement
JANE: Well... as long as we're all agreed. :B
JANE: -drapes a paper towel over a plate and starts piling the cooked bacon on it-
JUDE: heh... -cookies and bacon... part of a balanced breakfast. he didn't think this through.-
JUDE: -also sweats because he disrupted the conversation, which makes it his responsibility to initiate it again.- ...
JUDE: so...
JUDE: bacon
JOEY: =she's staring at Jude, and it's obvious she's staring. Her smile is growing by the moment.=
JOEY: yes! and eggs!
JANE: And cookies, apparently. -gives Jude a GAZE.-
JANE: How do you like your eggs?
JUDE: -HOW YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS... FRIED OR FERTILIZED...-
JUDE: sunny side up
JUDE: to match my sunny outlook on life
JOEY: =she just...smiles at him. How can she not?=
JOEY: good answer.
JANE: -SNORTS-
JANE: I'm glad we are all still in agreement, despite serious flaws in your argument. -cracks another egg in the pan-
JANE: How are things going down there?
JUDE: well... none of my other long lost relatives have jumped out so
JUDE: uneventful, mostly
JUDE: which is fine I guess
JUDE: but I'm still anxious for the UU to get here
JUDE: I feel like they should be here by now
JUDE: what if something happened? maybe alternians attacked their ship and their technicians hacked into all their accounts, pouring over records of everyone's speech patterns to perfectly replicate them when they talk to us
JUDE: or maybe... it was never really them to begin with
JUDE: and they knew we were going to contact them
JUDE: and they've lured us here to back us into a corner and now they're waiting for the perfect moment to extract the portal and do away with us once and for all
JOEY: ...
JOEY: jude
JOEY: you know ive always trusted your gut
JOEY: even though those are a whole lot of maybes, maybe we should take precaution
JOEY: is there an easy way of storing the portal if we have to make a quick getaway?
JOEY: plus, if this place is as heavily fortified as it looks, shouldnt there be another way to exit the building than the front and back doors?
JANE: -She swears she's going to find a camera somewhere to stare in, just watch her.-
JANE: Maybe Jamison would have some ideas? Perhaps a rational suggestion or two.
JUDE: I've been able to store it pretty efficiently but
JUDE: maybe I should dismantle it for now
JUDE: if they do show up we can study it with them
JUDE: ... I've mapped out all the escape routes too
JUDE: I mean I found some of James' blueprints of the house but I
JUDE: also physically went around the house looking for exits...
JUDE: but more eyes help... my dad is really good at finding weaknesses in designs so yeah thanks for the suggestion jane
JOEY: theres no harm in taking precautions
JOEY: should we practice drills?
JANE: -SIGHS-
JANE: -slides eggs onto plate-
JOEY: hehehe you never know, jane!
JANE: Well, let's wait until after breakfast for the main course of hubbub. :B
JOEY: good plan!
JOEY: one should never act on an empty stomach :)
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Cocoon - Chapter 1
âWhat would you do if you could change the past?â
Letâs say you woke up one morning with the sudden urge to drink something, what would you do? Knowing my brother, he would grab a glass of milk and mix in a couple of spoons of coco, my sister would grab an entire bottle and take it back with her to her room. I on the other hand would go back to sleep. But what if all these little actions had implications for future events to happen? Logan might wake up sick due to the amount of sugar he drank, Avery would wake up without any problems except needing to go to the toilet and I would still be thirsty. Now, letâs imagine we know about these consequences, do we still chose to go with the same actions?Â
I woke as I felt my entire body was burning up. Itâs 5AM which means Iâve still got thirty more minutes before my alarm goes up. The rain from yesterday night has stopped and I can feel the cool breeze, smelling of wet leaves, enter though my balcony door. I usually like to keep it open at night as I feel like I can breathe better than when its closed. Luckily I live on the second floor of our house. As I took in another breath and prepared myself to go back to sleep I thought what today had in store for me. Wake up, prepare breakfast, go to school and later on meet in the library with Harley and Serena to study for our finals. Should I even still try and sleep, itâs only twenty minutes now, I thought as I looked towards my alarm clock. That damn clock with that damn same song Iâve set it to. I should really change that song but for now I guess Iâll try and make use of those twenty minutes. Itâs going to be a long day and twenty minutes donât seem like a bad investment of my time at all.Â
âHelena Iâm going to buy some coffee, do you need anything as well?â, Harley asked.Â
âSure, could you grab an apple and a bottle of water please?â If only I didnât oversleep today I wouldnât have forgotten my water bottle. Do I even have enough coins?Â
âHey Har, can I give you the money tomorrow? I donât have any cash on me right now.â
âWhen do you ever?â She laughed. âWhat about you Serena?âÂ
âIâm good actually, thanks.â Serena said. Harley just nodded and went towards the direction of where the next supermarket is. Itâs not really far away but it will take her at least 20 minutes.Â
âSerena, letâs look for a place to sit and send her our locationâ
âSure. Sounds good to me. By the way, I just discovered this new cafĂŠ called Soul. Itâs near Noahâs place and it seemed pretty chill, I bet we could easily do some studying there.â Serena is the type of person who loves studying inside of cafĂŠs. She says it doesnât feel as sad as when we sit inside of an old library full of people not saying anything. Itâs actually a miracle Harley and I got het to study with us in the library twice this week. I guess we could try it out, as a compromise.Â
âYou know what? Why not, you even graced us with your presence twice this week.âÂ
âRight? Why should I spend so much time in this mausoleum while Im still alive when I have more than enough to do so when Im dead?â Like I said, she hates studying in libraries. Itâs like the takes the âdyingâ part of âstudyingâ too seriously.Â
âYou know, libraries arenât even that bad. Itâs nice and quiet and you can find all the books the professors listed in their scripts in there.âÂ
âGirl, Iâve told you so many times already. It just feels extremely depressing and I hate the stares I get when I want to take things out of my bag.âÂ
âWell maybe you shouldnât use a Stella McCartney as a bag when youâre going to a library. Those chains arenât exactly what one would consider quiet.âÂ
âThatâs the only bag I have thatâs big enough to fit my laptop though⌠Most of my bags are still at my parents place.âÂ
âAnyway, just ignore them. At least you study in style.âÂ
âI do donât I?â She laughed. Luckily it didnât take us much time to find a place to sit at, most people were either taking a break or started going home as the time approached 6PM. We found a table between the windows and the foreign language shelves right at the back. The sun was slowly beginning to set and its last rays of sunlight shone through before hiding behind the buildings opposite the library. I placed my bag on the table and started packing out my books and notes when my right hand suddenly started to sting. It was this burning sensation I felt in the morning again, but this time more intense. I grabbed the palm with my other hand to massage the pain away but it just wouldnât stop stinging. Serena went to get a book from the medical science shelves so she wasnât there right now. The pain only got worse, it started to spread across my entire body until everything was pitch black.Â
âThank you next, thank you next, thank you next, thank you next, Im so fucking-â , I really canât listen to this song any longer. I used to love it yes, but after listening to this song everyday for nearly a year? No thank you, next song. Wait. Thatâs my second alarm song! I looked at my alarm. 6.30AM. Fuck, Iâm going to be late for uni! In a hurry I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black turtle neck and my slip on vans. Luckily my responsible self packed all my stuff the night before. I decided to slap on some mascara and fill in my eyebrows to look at least somewhat decent when I suddenly noticed something on my right hand. â365â. What the hell? Did Logan pull another prank? I decided to ask him later because catching my bus was my first priority.Â
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 Wyatt crosses the threshold like a whirlwind. His face is pale, a sickly ash paired with something in his eyes that speaks of plain horror. In his arms, he carries a bundle of blankets.  A moving bundle of blankets.  He brushes past Lysander without a word, heading straight into the living room. The last time heâs seen his brother like this, their father had raised his hand against Lysander for the first time out in the open. The same look of shock, the same fear that goes bone-deep. But thereâs no anger woven through this time. Only the face of a scared boy.
 âDid something happen?â Lysander asks softly as he takes a seat next to Wyatt. His eyes are fixed on the bundle in his lap â which still writhes. Here Lysander thought maybe heâd imagined that.  Wyatt bites his lip. There are dark circles under his eyes, almost as though theyâre bruises. But his eyes are reddened, blood vessels popped the way they do when he doesnât sleep well and goes to work trying not to fall asleep. He nods, a little frantic, and winces when Lysander raises a hand to place it between his shoulder blades.  âI think Iâm losing it,â he whispers, and his voice shakes.  Lysander furrows his brows. âLosing it?â  âItâs,â Wyatt begins and slips a hand into the bundle on his lap. It makes a sound between a purr and a satisfied grunt. âThe other day, I was⌠we were having dinner. The boys and I. And Sicheng was hogging the cucumber salad, and I â I didnât wanna get up and get it, but he wasnât listening âcause he was talking to â anyway, I wanted that salad and I was really annoyed and suddenly the bowl stood right in front of me. Just. Gone. Like⌠â  He licks his lips. Runs his free hand through his hair, unstyled like it seldom is. Turning his head, he gives Lysander a brief look as though he tries to gauge his reaction but doesnât have the heart to stay for the result. Lysanderâs chest tightens at the sight.  âAnd that⌠happened again, a few days later. So I sat down and⌠and⌠â His eyes drift away to the scented candle sitting on the coffee table. He extends his free hand, frowns, and from one second to the next, the candle sits snugly in his palm. Lysanderâs mouth drops open.  âYou saw that, right?â Wyatt asks, staring at Lysander again. âI told the others, but they didnât notice shit, and told me I needed to take a nap or something. But I donât need a damn nap. Please, tell me you saw that.â  Quickly, Lysander nods. âI saw that, yes. You moved the candle without actually moving it.â  Wyatt lets out a breath that sounds uncharacteristically relieved. He puts the candle away and leans back, shoulders slumping. âYou saw it. Thank god.â The bundle in his lap makes the same noise as before, still writhing under the heap of blankets.  This is the exact definition of a deja vu. When Lysanderâs magic first manifested, it started out with tiny things, too. Turning on the electric kettle from his spot on the couch, switching off the light without having to physically do it. Heâd chalked it up to being forgetful at first, to having done everything the way itâs supposed to and simply forgetting about it. But Wyatt is acutely aware of whatâs happening, albeit scared of it. To think he would possess the same powers Lysander does is beyond odd. Heâd thought him to be fully human.  Touch gentle, he brings his hand up to run it through the hairs on the back of Wyattâs head. Wyatt melts into it, leans to the side to settle his weight against Lysanderâs shoulder. When he speaks again, his eyes have drifted closed.  âBut thatâs not the weirdest part.â He unpacks the bundle on his lap, all careful and slow. There, in between soft fabric sits a small animal, a puppy with golden fur and a mane like a lion. It yips and shivers and tries to burrow back into the blanket. Wyatt curves a palm around its head. It nuzzles into it an instant.  âWyatt,â Lysander whispers, gaze fixed on the puppy. âIs that ââ  âSo you can see him?â Wyatt interrupts him. He straightens in his seat, curling his fingers under the puppyâs chin. âNone of the others can. Thatâs weird, right? How can that be?â  Lysander doesnât have an answer. This puppy, this tiny bundle of fur, is a product of Wyattâs magic â that much he is sure of. But why would it be invisible to other people? And, more importantly, why does he see it, then? Tentative at first, he reaches out to let the puppy sniff his fingers. It looks up at him with wide, crimson-red eyes and wags its tail. Wyatt watches, looking from Lysander to the puppy and back.  âHe⌠says you smell nice.â  âOh.â Lysanderâs face softens. He rubs a finger over the puppyâs nose, then scratches it gently behind its perky ears. âThank you, little one.â  Wyatt still looks beyond spooked, but some of the tension has left his body. Itâs easy to imagine what he went through. Discovering all of this and having nobody believe him takes a toll even on someone like him, usually so full of confidence and wit. He seems much younger like this. More innocent.  âHow⌠did you get him?â Lysander asks after a short stretch of silence, and it makes Wyatt curl in on himself a little. He takes a deep breath, as though to steel himself.  âI went to bed early yesterday âcause I was feeling like shit. When I woke up in the middle of the night, he was⌠right there. Sleeping next to me. So I just went back to sleep. I still felt like ass and was pretty sure I was dreaming. But then he woke me up, licking my face all over. And when I went to tell the others, they didnât believe me. âCause they canât see him.â He marks a pause, brows knitting together. âHe⌠talks. Thatâs⌠super weird, right? But only I can hear him. I donât know whatâs happening, Lys.â  Lysander brings his hands up to Wyattâs face to cup it. âThatâs all right, little brother. I do.â  âY-you do?â Wyattâs eyes go wide.  âItâs nothing terrible, I promise. Youâre not crazy.â As he speaks, he calls for Almond over their rapport, and he appears like he always does with a quiet poof, perching himself atop Lysanderâs shoulder. Immediately, Wyatt recoils.  âWhat ââ  âHeâs my familiar,â Lysander answers before Wyat finishes his question. âMy⌠well, weâre connected. He speaks, too, but only I can hear it. I, and other familiars.â  Cooing, Almond jumps down from Lysanderâs shoulder to sniff curiously at the puppy.Whoâs he? Heâs tiny! Whatever the puppy responds makes Almond burst into giggles.  âI still donât get it,â says Wyatt with a frown, and he sounds so lost that all Lysander wants to do is pull him close and hug him. But he resists the urge, too determined to clear that confusion.  âThisâll be a lot to take in,â he says, folding his hands in his lap. âAnd I know what it sounds like. I didnât want to believe it at first, either.â This time, itâs he who takes a deep breath. âIâm a witch, Wyatt. And I think you are, too. These things happening to you? Itâs your magic manifesting. And this little guy,â he gestures towards the puppy, âis your familiar.â  As expected, Wyatt gapes for a long, long moment, before he says, slowly, âYouâre a⌠witch. Like⌠like in the movies? Potions and spells and⌠â  Lysander nods. âYes. And no. Itâs⌠a little different, I think. But I do work spells, and I do know how to make potions. Iâm still starting out, but itâs getting there.â  And just like that, a weight lifts from Lysanderâs chest. How many times did he try to work up the courage to tell Wyatt this? How many times did he start, fully intending to stop hiding the truth, only to get scared at the very last second? Wyatt is difficult, after all. Ignorant in many ways, even if he doesnât seem too conscious of it. He has his beliefs and his opinions, most of them formed by their close-minded parents, and changing them is like pulling teeth. So Lysander steels himself for a comment that may cut deep, may hurt.  Instead, Wyatt nods, mouth still hanging open. âAnd Iâm⌠like that, too? But why didnât I know before? Why now?â  âIâm not sure. My magic didnât come around until a few months ago, either. So ââ  âA few months ago? Youâve been a â a witch or whatever all this time and you didnât tell me?â  A laugh slips out of Lysanderâs mouth, dry and void of humor. âHow was I supposed to do that? How do you just tell someone this? Iâm still learning, myself. Sometimes, itâs hard for me to believe it. Iâm sorry, Wyatt. I wanted to tell you sooner, I really did.â  Wyatt falls silent again. Pets the puppy, who has since started cuddling with Almond, like he did before, and then says, âI⌠need to think about this. Can you⌠can you take care of him for a while? Just⌠I donât know.â  The puppy startles with Wyatt moving to get up, yipping at him.  âWyatt, please. Heâs your familiar. You canât ââ  âI donât â care right now, okay? I need to⌠this is too much.â  Heâs on his feet before Lysander has a chance to stop him, out of the door before he gets another word in. A part of Lysander isnât surprised, not about the reaction and not about how much it smarts, but another wishes that, for once, Wyatt would have changed. He looks down at the puppy â Wyattâs familiar â and sighs. Almond licks the puppy all over in a means to soothe it, but it only makes the quiet whines that come out of its tiny snout louder, more miserable.  Lysander grabs his phone and sends an emergency text Qiaomengâs way. He, hopefully, will know what to do.
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