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[sashimj]

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[jazlynriddle]

Welcome to your life - Pt 2:

Acting On Your Best Behaviour Ch 8:

Summary:

They'd seen it in their fellow orphans often enough to recognise the pattern and were now forced to admit, despite their hopes to the contrary, that Isidora had likely suffered similar side effects.

No… they'd always known she had. The Keeper had just wanted the power that Ranrok had, enough to convince themselves that they would be able to handle it better than that naive woman.

With the start of the Keeper’s sixth-year in Hogwarts, comes a whole slew of headache-inducing challenges from the most unexpected of places. Between insignificant pests throwing wrenches into their plans and tedious teenage drama, that the Keeper is entirely unprepared for, they wonder if they'll make it to their NEWTs without losing their sanity.

Or worse, Ominis or Sebastian.

Warnings: Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Drug Addiction! Spoilers! Slow-burn corruption! Dark content! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least).

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: Best paired with spy movie music, I recommend The Man from Uncle tracks xD

I am so tired holy shit- Writing this while being a DM is rough but I ain't quitting that easy! Plus, I'm actually really happy with how this chapter turned out, I really want to have more of a buffer though, finishing a chapter just in time for my scheduled upload time makes me feel slow. x')

"Good luck." Sebastian whispered, gently squeezing the Keeper's shoulder, before continuing down the corridor, walking past Amit who was seated at a bench beside the door to the Detention Chamber.

The Keeper nodded, while Sebastian slipped into the room, with the intent of remaining inside until Amit and Macnair had left. No doubt Sebastian would be familiar with it considering how much time he'd spent in detention over the course of his Hogwarts career and, more importantly, Macnair wouldn't find it odd for him to enter said room.

Meanwhile the Keeper turned left, opened the gate, and began walking through the long tunnel that led to the Death Day Party Room. Mindful of Macnair stopping to wait outside the gate since the tunnel was one-way.

If everything went according to plan, the Keeper would be in and out of the Undercroft without the bullies being any the wiser.

The Keeper had been pleasantly surprised when Jackdaw had agreed to clear the Death Day Party Room of any ghosts for them for two hours. As thanks for avenging his death and destroying the Guardians in the cave where he died.

As such, while Natty followed Selwyn, and the rest of the team were currently in the Death Day Party Room, preparing for what they believed was phase one. The Keeper's true phase one was already well underway and off to a good start.

By having Sebastian accompany the Keeper for the first few minutes of their journey towards the Death Day Party Room from the Slytherin Common Rooms, they had successfully encouraged Selwyn to choose Ominis to stalk. Thus, allowing Sebastian to split off from the Keeper and later head back into the Slytherin dorms to steal the bullies' diaries.

Of course, there was absolutely no point in acquiring the diaries a second time, but they had to steal those useless books for the sake of appearances for Natty's team. The Keeper would later be sure to comb the diaries with Ominis, to redact any information pertaining to Solomon from them, before handing the trash over to Natty.

Ominis' task then, was to lure Selwyn over to the Death Day Party Room via a more roundabout route, while the Keeper drew Macnair with them directly to the same destination.

Staggering the two bullies' arrival at the room, where Garreth and Poppy were preparing to transform, would allow them to lure Macnair away from the room with the first Keeper double. Before Ominis brought Selwyn to be tricked into stalking the second Keeper double in the other direction.

Thereby, freeing Ominis to join the Keeper and keep a lookout while the Keeper went into the Undercroft. Amit and Natty would each accompany Garreth and Poppy to help them hide from the bullies when their time ran out.

As the Keeper walked around the right bend, they came within view of the nondescript bronze door. Without skipping a beat, they slipped into the room, closing the door behind them, and turned to face Garreth and Poppy.

"Right on time, any complications?" Garreth asked with a confident grin.

"None." The Keeper replied as they dug through their satchel for two sets of their spare Slytherin robes, before handing one to Garreth and the other to Poppy.

"Great, I'll just take some of your hair then-" Garreth reached forward, and the Keeper immediately caught him by the wrist.

"If you think I'm giving you the chance to take more than two strands, you're barmy." The Keeper rolled their eyes.

"I'm hurt." Garreth gasped in dismay, placing a hand over his heart as though he'd taken a knife in it. "Why would you think I would do something as dastardly as secretly steal extra hair so I can make more Polyjuice potions of you in the future?"

"I wonder why." The Keeper responded dryly as they plucked exactly two strands from their head and handed them to Garreth.

"Isn't it a pity we live in such sceptical times?" Sighing dramatically, Garreth shook his head and gestured for Poppy to open the vials.

She deftly popped the caps off and held up the two vials for Garreth to add the Keeper's hair to their contents. The brown and muddy liquid bubbled for a moment, before turning into a deep blood red colour, the thick sludge thinning till it was the consistency of what looked like water.

The Keeper peered curiously at the fluid, they knew that Polyjuice potion was supposed to look and taste differently depending on the source of the last ingredient, and they wondered for a moment how theirs might taste. It did look uncannily similar to…

"Interesting colour, hopefully it doesn't taste like blood." Garreth chirped, clearly having come to the same conclusion, grinning at the Keeper. "You secretly a vampire?"

The Keeper rolled their eyes while Poppy laughed nervously and shook her head. "I'm sure it won't taste like blood, it's probably just red because it's an elegant colour."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." The Keeper chuckled.

If it did end up tasting like blood, they wondered if it would be because of the many goblin and human lives they'd taken. The amount of blood they'd spilled over the span of the previous year would probably be enough to fill the prefect's bath.

"Well, nothing for it, bottoms up!" Garreth raised his vial and poured it into his mouth while Poppy did the same.

Immediately Garreth began coughing and Poppy's eyes widened with surprise.

"Merlin’s balls, why is it so spicy!?" Garreth coughed a few more times, staring incredulously at the vial.

"What, can't handle a little heat?" The Keeper chuckled in amusement while both Garreth and Poppy dropped their vials as the transformation began.

Spicy eh? The Keeper mused to themselves while the sound of bones cracking echoed through the room. Well, that's probably better than their potion tasting like blood.

Seeing Poppy teetering as her body contorted, the Keeper took a step forward, catching her before she collapsed to the floor.

"Ugh- I'll never get used to that…" Garreth groaned in the Keeper's voice as he and Poppy's bodies finally completed the transformation.

"You alright there, Poppy?" The Keeper asked, peering down at their double.

"That was-" Poppy gasped. "A bit worse than I expected, thanks."

"First time?" The Keeper smiled wryly, taking a step away as Poppy seemed to regain her stability.

She nodded with a grateful smile and began changing her robes to the Keeper's. "I'm surprised that the potion tasted spicy, it had an interesting burn too."

"Yeah, the burn kind of reminded me of elf red wine." Garreth agreed as he tugged on the Keeper's robes.

"Spicy red wine?" The Keeper snorted, figures that their essence would manifest as an addictive substance, cosmic irony at its finest.

Though they wondered if there was any symbolic significance behind the spiciness, perhaps the fact that it was something most people either loved or hated? Or maybe even, that it was a defence mechanism developed by plants to avoid being eaten?

"You've had wine before?" Poppy asked, raising her eyebrow at Garreth.

"Yeah, I swapped one of my parents' bottles with cranberry juice." Garreth grinned cheekily as he buttoned their vest and the Keeper burst into laughter.

"Won't they find out?" Poppy asked as she fastened her robes closed.

"Nah, they've never even considered drinking that one, too expensive or something, so I doubt they'll ever find out." Garreth waved a hand dismissively as he took a few steps towards the door, patting the Keeper on the shoulder as he passed. "Alright, I'll get going then, best of luck!"

With that, Garreth left the room disguised as the Keeper, off on his mission of dragging Macnair all the way to the Greenhouses.

"I'd pay to see his parents' reaction, if and when they open that bottle." The Keeper chuckled.

"Must be hard living with Garreth." Poppy laughed. "He's fun though."

"If you can handle his brand of chaos I suppose." The Keeper shrugged. There was something vaguely unsettling in seeing their own face smiling and hearing their own voice giggling. Expressions that were normal on Poppy but felt distinctly unnatural on themselves.

Sure, they laughed and smiled too, but they were pretty sure it didn't look like that. Carefree and light-hearted. Then again, it's not like the Keeper watched themselves emote in the mirror regularly. For all they knew it might look like that. The thought was disquieting, they'd have to ask their partners afterwards.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door and Amit's voice reverberated through the wood. "Success, Macnair took the bait and Natty says Selwyn's heading this way. I'm going after Macnair and Garreth, good luck then!"

Poppy took a breath and placed her hand on the handle. "Alright, my turn. Good luck and I’ll see you tomorrow."

The Keeper nodded and she left the room quickly, determined to keep Selwyn occupied over by the Flying Class Lawn.

They continued waiting, taking the opportunity to rest against the wall, just a little longer. The nausea and dizziness would be over soon.

A few moments later another knock rapped on the door and Natty’s voice came next. "Alright, Selwyn's following Poppy, I'll trail them. Good luck!"

As the sound of her footsteps faded, the Keeper waited for a handful of minutes, before slipping out of the room. They travelled back out of the tunnel and glanced around the empty hallway, taking a few steps towards the Detention Chamber door.

The Keeper rapped their knuckles against it with a quiet. "All clear."

The door opened and Sebastian poked his head out. "How'd it go?"

"Without a hitch." The Keeper smirked as he slipped out through the door.

"Not sure I'd go that far, I'm pretty sure that Onai caught on that Selwyn was following me." A smooth and familiar voice came accompanied by the sound of even footsteps.

The Keeper tilted their head lazily to see Ominis walking over with a wry smile, his wand pulsing with red light as always. "It's fine, I’ll handle Natty."

"If you say so." Ominis huffed lightly, shaking his head.

"Oh ye of little faith." The Keeper chuckled.

"Well, at least if this works, it's not like you'll need her anymore." Sebastian muttered with an uncaring shrug.

"For now, perhaps, but you never know, would be better to keep that resource." The Keeper shrugged. "Alright, we've dallied long enough, let's go."

The Keeper then took Ominis' hand, laced their fingers, and began walking. Pleased when his eyes widened in surprise and the corners of his lips curled up in a small smile.

"Good luck, Sebastian." The Keeper ruffled his hair as they passed him, smiling at Sebastian's scoff as he combed his fingers through his hair and turned towards the Slytherin Common Room.

"As if I'll need any." Sebastian grumbled under his breath as he headed off in the other direction.

Leaving the dungeons, Ominis and the Keeper made the relatively short walk to the Defence Tower in a few minutes. Ominis stopped at the staircase beside the Undercroft entrance, while the Keeper continued past him.

Hearing the Keeper stumble however, Ominis reached out and caught their wrist. "Perhaps I should go in with you…"

"I'll be fine." The Keeper shook their head, placing a hand over his reassuringly. If they lost control of themselves, the last thing they'd want is for Ominis to try and stop them. Who knew what they'd do to him if he stood between them and the energy they were craving. They refused to allow for even the slightest possibility of finding out.

"Wait here for me. I will not be defeated by a mere addiction, I swear." The Keeper placed a quick chaste kiss on his cheek and released his hand, making their way over to the Undercroft door quickly, before Ominis could change his mind.

Sighing, Ominis remained above in the Tower, keeping watch while the Keeper took the secret passage to the Undercroft. All he could do now was trust them, but with so much to lose, that was the hardest task on Earth.

Meanwhile, the Keeper raised the gate to the Undercroft chamber and felt all the pain of the last two months slam into them at once.

At the mere sight of the Repository, the Keeper could feel their heart rate accelerate, gasping for air as though they were drowning. Their stomach churning, their pupils dilating and their palms sweating with anticipation. They barely felt their feet carry them towards the floating orb, would have been embarrassed if they'd seen the desperate way they'd stumbled across the floor.

Despite how uncooperative their magic had been for the last week, to their relief, the Repository responded immediately to the Keeper's wand, unfurling to grant them access to the tantalising energy within.

The Keeper stared into its mesmerising depths and felt the unbearable urge to immerse themselves in it. Their hand reached forward, almost as though it had sentience of its own.

"No!" The Keeper bit out, snatching back their hand and cradling it to their chest. Their teeth clenched and their shoulders heaved with the effort it took to restrain themselves, feeling perspiration bead along their forehead.

They'd sworn they wouldn't allow this to control them. They'd promised Sebastian and Ominis that they could resist and only retrieve enough to last till the end of term.

If they couldn't control themselves right now, they might as well take it all and allow the magic to consume them like it did Ranrok.

But they weren't as weak as that dirty brother killer.

Gritting their teeth, the Keeper instead reached into their satchel and retrieved a jar. Their hands trembled as they opened the jar, raising their wand shakily to collect a bulb of energy and guide it into the container. The length of their wand knocked against the inside of the jar with a loud clack, the sound ringing through the chamber.

They could feel drops of sweat roll down the side of their face, but they persisted. They had to move fast too, the Polyjuice distraction wouldn't last for more than forty-five minutes now.

Ominis and Sebastian were waiting for them.

Two jars.

Three jars.

Their stomach rolled with nausea.

Six jars.

Seven jars.

Every strand of muscle hurt, their wand arm trembling with strain.

Ten jars.

Eleven jars.

Their vision blurred and they shook their head to regain their focus.

Fifteen jars.

Sixteen jars.

The expansion charm on their satchel was so useful- They took a deep breath.

Twenty jars.

Twenty-one jars.

Almost there…

Twenty-nine jars.

Thirty jars.

The Keeper gasped, dropping to their knees as the Repository slid shut above them, their muscles cramped from the effort it'd taken to hold themselves steady.

They couldn't be sure how much time they'd taken to collect the energy necessary, but at least Ominis hadn't come down to the Undercroft himself, which meant that it hadn't reached the end of the hour yet.

The sooner they moved however, the sooner they could finish the last phase of the plan and actually take a proper hit for the first time in two months.

The Keeper forced themselves to their feet and began staggering towards the gates.

Ominis paced anxiously as he counted the minutes that had passed since the Keeper had left his side and descended into the Undercroft.

Were they alright? Had they succumbed to the urge to consume the energy? Would he regret waiting out here for them like they'd instructed? Had trusting the Keeper's self-control been the right choice?

He'd agreed when Sebastian said that the two of them needed to return the Keeper's trust with their own, but there was a difference between trust and neglect.

He'd made the same mistake with Sebastian and Solomon ended up dead. Whether it was Solomon's own fault or deserved regardless, it didn't change the fact that his death hadn’t been good. Sebastian hadn't been in his right mind, and Solomon hadn't helped and all of that made Sebastian, his Sebastian, suffer.

The Keeper was his now too and they were down there, suffering alone and he was just pacing up here rather than helping them!

As Ominis finally reached the end of his rope and turned to march into the Undercroft, the sound of the gate's clockwork gears turning reached his ears. His anxiety immediately peaked, wishing for the nth time in his life, that he could discern their condition visually.

Rushing over, Ominis was alarmed when he heard the Keeper's foot hit the floor with a heavy thud, a clear telltale indication that they were trying to keep their balance but were about to collapse. Moving forward quickly, Ominis caught the Keeper, slipping his arms under theirs and around their waist to support their weight with his torso.

"A- are you alright?" Ominis asked, his voice shaking with panic as he slung the Keeper's arms over his shoulders to take weight off their spine. "Merlin, you're burning up."

Ominis could feel a feverish heat radiating off the Keeper's body and was already considering if it would be better to dunk them into the Black Lake or cast Aguamenti on them.

However, to absolutely nobody's surprise, the Keeper stroked a hand over his shoulder to soothe him and sluggishly shook their head. "M’ fine, just tired. Let's go back to the common room, Sebastian's probably waiting already."

"I think we should go to the infirmary instead-" Ominis tried, trailing off as the Keeper's fingers abruptly tightened around his shoulder in warning. Their firm grip conveyed both that they were yet strong enough to exert force and that he was testing their patience.

Ominis sighed, grumbling under his breath as he adjusted their weight so that he could support them while walking, slinging one of their arms around his shoulders and gripping their waist firmly. "If you pass out before we even get to the common room, I'm dragging your arse to the infirmary."

The Keeper huffed a strained laugh as they began to stagger across the floor with him slowly. "Deal."

As the soothing music and cool, comforting light of the Slytherin common room came into their hazy and distorted vision, the Keeper felt a wave of relief wash over them.

They weren't sure when the Slytherin common room and dorms had come to truly feel like home, but the last time they'd been so glad to reach the bottom of a flight of stairs alive was after they broke their leg while running from the older orphans.

They felt, more than heard, Ominis sigh as the pots at the bottom of the staircase shattered for the millionth time, the familiar high-pitched sound echoing hollowly in their ears. Honestly, at this point, the Keeper was actually curious to know which idiot had decided to place those pots there because they wanted to award that person a medal.

As expected, Sebastian was already pacing by the fireplace and as he looked towards them at the sound of their staggering steps, the Keeper felt a brief moment of deja vu.

Who would have thought that the boy who'd brusquely asked if he could help them, in a tone that screamed 'leave me alone', would become their closest friend and partner. Or that his best friend who'd possessively threatened the Keeper outside the Undercroft would also become their closest friend and partner.

Their eyelids were so heavy, but we made it, Ominis wouldn't be dragging them to the infirmary where they'd have to think of an explanation while they were in this condition. A sigh escaped the Keeper's lips and their eyes slipped closed in relief…

"Sebastian-" Ominis had barely gotten his name out when the Keeper's body went limp against his. "Oh bollocks."

Sebastian, having heard Ominis, quickly moved forward to help him with the Keeper's unconscious form. "Merlin, Ominis, what happened?"

"I think their body couldn't handle being near the Repository and broke down. They were already feverish when they came out of the Undercroft." Ominis replied shakily as Sebastian helped him lay the Keeper on one of the couches.

"Alright, we should take their robes off first, we need to cool them down." Sebastian nodded, lifting the Keeper slightly so that Ominis could help remove their thick and baggy school robes.

"I knew I should have brought them straight to the infirmary, how can we possibly cool them down without potions?" Ominis bit his lip, setting the robes down on the opposite couch and wringing his hands anxiously. "Casting Glacius on them at this point would definitely send them into shock."

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of a course of action before Ominis went into a full panic. "We can probably use it on something else…"

A moment of silence passed, only disturbed by Ominis shoes rapping against the floor as he paced. He was about to insist that they bring the Keeper to the infirmary when-

"That's it!" Sebastian reached for the Keeper’s satchel and began digging through it. "Ominis, could you get some cloth we can cut up to wrap with, and a bowl of some sort?"

Without questioning him, Ominis immediately hurried off to the dorms while Sebastian continued searching through the deceptively small bag.

After a few moments, he pulled out three of the Keeper’s wiggenweld potion vials from their satchel and stood. Closing the satchel and setting it aside, he then placed the three vials on the table.

"Glacius." Sebastian incanted, waving his wand over the three vials, freezing the vials and the liquid within them as Ominis returned with one of his winter scarves.

"I think I know what you're going for." Ominis pressed the scarf into Sebastian's hands before placing the basin on the table, waving his wand over it, and casting the water conjuring spell. "Aguamenti."

"There we go." Sebastian placed one of the vials into the gradually filling basin of water, the ice-cold vial cooling the water quickly while he used two quick Diffindo casts to split the scarf into three pieces.

"Here, you can use this one for their face." Sebastian placed one of the scarf pieces in Ominis' hand while he began wrapping the two remaining vials in a scarf piece each.

Sebastian then lifted the Keeper's arms and placed one of the wrapped vials under each of their armpits. Allowing the cloth to spread out the chill of each frozen vial, all to alleviate the concentration of heat in the region under the Keeper's shirt.

At the same time, Ominis dipped his scarf portion into the cool water, wrung it out and patted the cold damp fabric against the Keeper's forehead, letting it absorb the heat from their feverish skin. He dipped it back into the basin the moment the cloth lost its chill, this time dragging the cloth over the Keeper’s flushed cheeks and neck.

Feeling the sharp bite of cold along their neck, the Keeper pried their eyelids open. They felt disoriented, their blurry vision still refusing to cooperate. They shook their head with a low groan, trying to force their ears to work again. When did it get so cold?

They found themselves missing the warmth of Ominis' body against theirs and shifted slightly, realising that their heavy robes had been removed at some point. Cold. Their skin almost hurt from how cold they felt.

"I think the water is starting to get warm." That sounded like Ominis.

"Here, I froze another vial, I'll help you switch them out." Sebastian's voice came from beside them and the Keeper felt a damp and cold cloth placed on their forehead yet again. The sharp bite of cold against their already chilled skin drew a muttered curse from their lips.

"No complaints. If you resist, we're going to drag you to the infirmary." Ominis scolded as he patted the Keeper's warm and flushed face down before dipping the cloth into his basin to cool the towel again. "Always pushing yourself. Would it kill you to actually rely on us for once?"

"...but I did…" The Keeper smiled, that's right, after all, I "wouldn't have been able to resist without you two…"

Ominis' eyes widened and Sebastian blinked in surprise.

A long moment of silence passed as the two boys stared at the Keeper, uncertain how to react and waiting to see if they'd say more, but all they got were more quiet breaths.

A bemused huff came from Ominis as it became clear that the Keeper had spoken without realising it themselves.

"They are definitely delirious." Sebastian commented with a weak chuckle, his voice thick with emotion and he swallowed, wrapping his fingers tightly around the Keeper's.

"Yes, must be the fever." Ominis agreed with a soft smile, gently brushing the strands of damp hair from the Keeper's face.

The Keeper's breathing remained slow and even, and any other words that might have been spoken were lost as they slipped back into a deep slumber.

Notes:

To me, one of the best jokes from the entire game, was the fact that if you choose to cast Crucio on Sebastian during the Scriptorium quest, he stands shakily afterwards, understandably, gasping in pain, saying “That pain- I would have done anything to make it stop, but I’ll survive. Let’s keep moving.” And with less than a second passing from the moment he was gasping and panting, he happily proclaims “We made it!”

Like, it’s such hilariously bad stitching, even a few seconds more would have made it better, but with him going from dying from pain to excitedly declaring that we made it, the whole scene just went from dark to comedy to me. xDDD

Of course, it comes off as callous if he says that after cursing the player, but to me, the fact that he also says the exact same thing in the exact same way, no matter who got cursed, tells me that it wasn’t cruelty or uncaring on his part. He just genuinely saw the pain and spell as ‘a thing we had to do survive and succeed that isn’t anyone’s fault and its just a thing of the past now’. Sebastian is just goal oriented, practical and honestly, less petty than many fully grown adults.

He doesn't even hold a grudge against Ominis when he refused to help, like sure trauma is rough but they were essentially dying! That's the real life equivalent of bleeding to death from your severed arm and your friend, who is afraid of blood, refuses to save you by tying up your stump of a limb.

Calling Ominis ridiculous is rude and blunt, yes. Which is why I had Sebastian apologise for it in Chapter 5 but considering the circumstances, I think its an understandable response from a 15 year old kid.

Also, points to anyone who caught the references to Undertale and Sinbad Legend of the Seven Seas! I've actually been leaving references all over every chapter of all my fics, they're an inside joke at this point haha xD

[kahtookmylife]

Just dance party with the exhibits

Plot: Okay, so basically, everyone is in the same museum in this and they decide to throw a just dance party.

Characters: Ahkmenrah, Nicky, Amelia, Al Capone, Napoleon, Kahmunrah, Ivan

Warnings: None

THIS IS FAAAR AWAY FROM CANON. PLEASE DON’T COME AT ME FOR THIS. THANK YOU. ^^

Okay, Ahkmenrah wins nearly every single one. He is the King of this game. 

Ahk can do this for the whole night, so you better not challange him. He also likes the harder ones. Like Isidora, Scream N Shout (extreme) and Moskau. He’ll get tired, of course, but at least he enjoys it. 

He will do a little victory dance after every single time he wins. Whenever he does that, the other exhibits just roll their eyes, especially his brother. Ahk doesn’t want anyone to feel bad for not winning tho, so he compliments his opponents on how good they were. 

He only stops dancing when he is thirsty. Ahk will get either water or some juice and instantly go back for some more. Everyone just starts wondering how he has so much energy. Like, others can only do two or three in a row, but he is just there, dancing for hours. 

The second best player is Nicky. He is also the one who wanted to play the game in the first place. Nicky is pleasently surprised that Ahk wins most of the time, but he enjoys the game too. 

When he doesn’t play, he’ll record others playing, because he thinks that they are funny when they struggle. If his father has to go somewhere, he’ll make sure to send him some videos about the current battles. There are some exhibits that would like him to delete those videos, but he won’t and they can’t make him. 

Nicky is the one who chooses the dances. He won’t make anyone’s life easy, of course. When he chooses an extreme dance, everyone feels like they are going to die. Even Ahkmenrah thinks that too many extreme dances are way too tiring. After he sees that everyone is tired, he puts on some easier dances. 

The third best player is suprisingly (or not) Al Capone. He doesn’t have the best dance moves, but at least he knows how to move very fast. Al is a pro at Little Swing! After all, that’s very similar to what he did when he was still alive. He’s so smug about beating Ahkmenrah at this dance! 

He likes to dance with Ahk tho, because he wants to beat him. He actually can beat him in some cases, but most of the time he loses to him and Nicky too. Even like this, Al enjoys this game, but after some time he becomes tired and just sits down and watches others dance. 

If another dance comes on and people mess it up, he will laugh at the mistakes. When the exhibits tell him to get a better score than them, he does get up and tries, but sometimes fails. If he doesn’t fail tho, he’ll be like “I told you.” and everyone just rolls their eyes. 

The next one is Amelia, because she was alive aroud Al’s time, so she knows a few things about dancing. The only reason why she is in the fourth place is that she won’t dance that much. She likes the game, but she isn’t too fond of it. She likes Little Swing and Dragostea Din Tei, but doesn’t really like the other dances. It shows when she dances to something she doesn’t really like. 

Even like that, her and Al actually make a very good pair. Little Swing is their favourite dance, so they will dance it multiple times together. Amelia only wins after Al becomes too tired to dance normally tho. It’s not that she isn’t good at dancing, Al is just simply better at it. 

After a few songs, she will sit down and watch the others. Either that or she’ll talk to Nicky. Amelia is interested how this stuff works, so she’ll ask the only person that knows. Nicky tries to explain how they make the game, but it’s hard, since Amelia is kinda old and doesn’t understand a lot of stuff that’s in the 21st century. 

The others didn’t really dance that much, but Napoleon will dance a few times. He only does the easier ones, that doesn’t involve fast movement. He doesn’t really like dancing to fast songs, but Nicky asked him to at least try it. Napoleon enjoys most of it, but there are some parts that he didn’t really like, so he kinda just stops in the middle of the dance and explaines that it’s stupid. 

Al starts teasing him about not being able to dance normally, so Napoleon shuts up and dances through the whole song, just to show Al that he can. This ends up in them fighting, but thankfully Nicky and the others can calm them down. After the fight, he sits down and watches the others play. 

When Napoleon gets bored of just looking at the other exhibits, he either starts talking with Kah and Ivan, or just goes for a walk and comes back a few minutes later. He admires these dances too, but he is just used to waltz and these are nothing like it. Napoleon doesn’t judge anyone liking to dance like this tho. 

Kah would be the next one, because he will only dance one time and it will be because he wants to show that he is better, than his brother. He actually loses the game and is angry about it, so he sits down and doesn’t do anything for the whole night. Well, at least he doesn’t dance. 

He talkes with Ivan most of the time, since both of them find this rather stupid (only Kah, but Ivan agrees with him, so he doesn’t make him angrier), so they have a casual conversation while the other are dancing. Ahkmenrah tries to make him dance some more, but Kah acts like he doesn’t even hear his brother. He is still mad at him for the game and everything else. 

When his brothers starts dancing to Dark Horse, he just sits in the backround looking at the screen and thinking that this is not even close to what Egypt looks(ed) like. He’ll start criticizing everyone and every song because he has nothing else to do. Kah will get bored easily, but he can’t go anywhere because the others don’t trust him that much. 

Ivan probably won’t dance at all. He is just admiring everything from afar. Ivan would dance with someone he loves to his traditional music, but not to this. Other than that, he enjoys looking at the others having fun. Ivan actually congratulates the winners every time, because that’s how he tries to be a part of this. 

He mostly talks with Kah and Napoleon tho. Whenever Ahk wins, his brother will just start saying that he would be way better at this. Ivan just listens to him and sometimes agrees or disagrees with Kah. After he had enough of Kah talking about his brother, he starts talking about something else, so Kah finally calms down. 

Whenever Al starts teasing Napoleon, Ivan steps in to defend him, but of course, this ends in a total disaster. At least he tried tho. Him and Kah then start talking shit about Al’s behaviour. They just like to criticise him. 

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‘ everything will be okay. ’ from izzi!

soul kiss / accepting !

@wraithshells

     amélie treasures moments like these. quiet, peaceful, and shoulder-to-shoulder with her daughter. amélie never stops feeling that overwhelming amazement at the woman isidora has become ; amélie never thought she would get to see it, to have this second chance. there are bumps of course, having no idea that one’s father was alive the entire time the world told you he was dead will do that, especially when aforementioned father doesn’t bring it to attention. amélie understands gabriel’s reasoning, of course. doesn’t think it was the right call. izzi’s reactions to him prove it wasn’t. amélie hopes in time things will improve, but not before they’re supposed to.

     she angles herself towards izzi with a small smile, magenta eyes getting caught in the dusky orange of sundown. everything will be okay. amélie is … a bit surprised to hear that from her but doesn’t allow it to run its fingers over her serene expression, cracking it. no, she retains that small smile.

     “    i hope it will be soon. i’m exhausted,    “ amélie admits with a small shrug, laughing when macaron comes scuttling across her legs. but goddamn if that’s not the truth: she’s exhausted !

     “ i want to enjoy retirement, you know. spend all day in bed with your father — sleeping,    “ amélie tosses in there so she doesn’t get the ew, gross look but fails when she sees it knit across izzi’s features. anyway. macaron gives a small mew from her lap, “    literally sleeping. i’m so tired.    “

     she’ll still be problematic but being able to not leave bed, to not have to hear the snap of bone and the gurgle of blood in someone’s throat ? shit, she’s excited to look at some puzzles for a while or something.

     “    excited to spend time with you, too. i want to take you back to the chateau. it’s been so long since you’ve been able to see it, mon lapin. — and when i’m through with talon, i want you to have it. it’s been passed down through my family for generations.    “ and you’re my daughter.

     amélie leans over and presses a kiss to izzi’s cheek.  “    i love you.    “

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2, 4, 8, 9, 16, 26, 28, 29, 41, 46 and 49 for your dnd chars, as well as the dissolve me characters. hahaha i'm so sorry good luck

OC QUESTIONS | Accepting

i already answered a bunch of these but im never consistent in character development so whatever here

2. Do they have anytitles? How did they get them?

Only three have actual titles!

Ser’s official title is Lady Serafima Isidora Tammeth ofDawnhost.

Chal is, in some iterations of the universe, now Ser ChalIllith’vir, Marquis of Darton, thanks to a birthday gift from the Conman.

Ciara’s title, officially, is Lady Ciara Rosa Juno Arradiah,Runner of Waves.

4. What is theirrelationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Didthey know both parents?

Calvael: His mom is dead, his dad left them when Cal was tooyoung to remember. Calvael loved his mom to bits though. His best memories withher are of the both of them gardening in the sun. A bad memory is definitely theday his mother got killed.

Rorik: His biological parents died in the fire that burntdown most of his town. He was happy with them, but never quite felt like hebelonged. His adoptive elven mother disappeared a couple years ago, and Rorikis still unsure whether she still lives or not.

Renethil: She never knew them, as she was taken from them bythe Seers when she was very young.

Mort: They didn’t have parents in that sense, since theirclan had a more communal way of caretaking and raising children. They remembersitting with one of the elder tieflings one stormy night, braiding each other’shair, their unexperienced fingers tugging loose strands, both of them tellingstory after story.

Chal: Chal’s relationship with his family is a littlestrained. He had a good bond with his mother, who accepted him and loved himunconditionally. His father did not like him as much, and this feeling wasmutual. He does still respect him for teaching him the ways of trade, but that’sall of the good he can say about him.

Aiki: Aiki has no parents since ey’re an android.

Wyatt: Wyatt could give less shits about his parents,really. It sounds harsh, but they never had a good connection, and he has histwin.

Ghilli: Ghilli barely remembers her mother, knowing onlythat she died shortly after she and her sister were born. She and her fathergot along swimmingly though, and she learnt everything she knows from him. Shestill remembers days bent over a forge, making her very first hammer.

Serafima: Ser has a great relationship with her parents.Sure, they can be a little overbearing and overprotective at times, but that’sonly logical, she’s the first-born child after all. A bad memory she vividlyrecalls is when her dad got very ill, and no one was sure he’d even make it.

Eiridi: Eiridi’s family was killed by a roving band of orcsand goliaths. She remembers them pretty vividly though, including each andevery one of them being violently slaughter, her tired wings carrying heracross the mountains as fast as she could. It’s… not a good thing to thinkabout.

Aer: Aer never really had parents in that sense. They weremostly raised by, well, literal animals, and other forest gnomes, but therenever was a real familial relationship.

Amaranthe: The clan of selkies that she belongs to doesn’thave clear familial relationships. The closest she has to a parent is the headof the clan, an elderly selkie woman called Hyrre.

Tamsen: Likewise.

Ciara: Her connection with her parents used to be prettystrong, but it’s watered down a little now that she’s living on her own. One ofher very first memories of them is of her mother teaching her to swim in theocean.

8. Did they have petsas a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Calvael: Calvael is literally afraid of anything bigger thana small cat. He likes birds, though. No pets for him, however.

Rorik: Rorik has no pets, sadly. He was trying to raise somebirds, but all the eggs went bad. He’s very set on getting a pseudodragon now,however.

Renethil: She has no pets, nor did she ever have one, andshe hasn’t really considered the thought of one. She’d like a cat, but thememories of Syardis with Adodak as a cat have kind of spoiled that idea.

Mort: No pets for them ever, but they wouldn’t mind one,they suppose. It’s not something that’s ever come up.

Chal: Chal hates cats, is indifferent to dogs, but mostother animals are fair game. He’d like something fancy like a pseudodragon, orsomething more obscure like a Flumph.

Aiki: No, no, and no. Ey has Mokir though, that’s kind oflike a pet.

Wyatt: Wyatt has his loyal German Shepherd named Shep, whois his trusted companion and he loves him very much. He’s very smart and waybetter than Claws. Also, Wyatt is incredibly allergic to cats.

Ghilli: She’s never had pets or considered getting one. Shedoesn’t think she could take proper care of it on the road.

Serafima: She had a little lizard when she was a kid, but it’sdead now, and she never got a new pet. She’d like one, though.

Eiridi: She is like a pet.

Aer: Aer doesn’t believe in the keeping of pets. They cancommunicate with small woodland animals, and they’re their friends.

Amaranthe: She gets along with the smaller fish in theocean, if that counts.

Tamsen: They’d love pets! Pretty hard to take care of themin the ocean, though.

Ciara: She had a dog as a kid, but she never really caredfor pets all that much.

9. Do animals likethem? Do they get on well with animals?

Already mostly answered above? A thing of note is that catsseem to love Chal. It’s the worst. He hates it.

16. Do they collectanything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?  

Calvael: Dried flowers.

Rorik: Pelts and furs.

Renethil: Fashion and contempt.

Mort: Nah.

Chal: Money and jewelry.

Aiki: Sweaters.

Wyatt: Anything valuable.

Ghilli: Gems and other pretty stones.

Serafima: Little trinkets and keepsakes.

Eiridi: Shiny things!!!

Aer: Nah.

Amaranthe: She has an entire box of handmade jewelry thatTamsen keeps giving her. It’s adorable.

Tamsen: Anything they can make jewelry out of. Shells,stones, beads, anything.

Ciara: Nah.

26. How do they actwhen they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

Calvael: Mostly he just smiles a lot.

Rorik: He’s very visibly happy: A lot of smiling andlaughing, sometimes humming, bouncing.

Renethil: She tends to try and hide it, but her ears arevery expressive, and she blushes easily.

Mort: What is happiness.

Chal: Expressive ears man. He has his emotions tightlylocked up, though, and only a few people will ever see him actually genuinely happy.

Aiki: What are emotions.

Wyatt: He has a very boisterous laugh, and his eyes tend toget a little glimmer when he’s really happy.

Ghilli: She’s a very expressive person, and will hum andlaugh and sing. Also ruffling hair and generally being affectionate and touchy.

Serafima: Leg bouncing, hand flapping, all the little nicethings, as well as a wide smile and squinty eyes.

Eiridi: She whistles. A lot.

Aer: They get this little devious smirk, but their eyes getall crinkley when they’re genuinely happy.

Amaranthe: Her smile is very warm, and anyone who sees itfeels blessed, cuz she doesn’t show it a lot.

Tamsen: Tamsen is very vocal in their happiness, and willclearly let you know.

Ciara: Ciara tends to get all blushy when she’s happy.

28. What is theirbiggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

I already answered this a while back here so im just gonna addthe characters that aren’t in there.

Eiridi: Eiridi gets all tremble-y and shaky when she’sscared, and will hide in her wings. She’s scared of the dark and not very goodwith fire either.

Aer: Aer thinks they hide their fear well, but they have atell-tale twitch above their left eye that shows when they’re scared.

Amaranthe: Amaranthe is the type to hide her fear to protectothers, and it’s very rare that you’ll actually see her afraid.

Tamsen: Tamsen gets all wide-eyed and shaking when they’rescared, and try to hide behind someone else.

Ciara: She’s very afraid of drowning, even though she’s areally good swimmer and loves the ocean.

29. What do they dowhen they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very overprotective?

Calvael: Chances are he’s also afraid of it, so he won’ttease, mostly just relate.

Rorik: He might tease a little if it’s a really unexpectedor irrational fear, but he won’t be mean about it.

Renethil: Depending on who it is, either mock them or justkeep quiet about it.

Mort: They’re not disrespectful, and will probably not evencare, so long as it doesn’t hinder the progress.

Chal: Definitely tease, but not in a mean way.

Aiki: What are fears.

Wyatt: Tease a little, but he’d also be pretty protective,especially when it’s someone he’s close to.

Ghilli: She is the Ultimate Mom and will Protect you.

Serafima: She’ll respect it and tell you not to worry.

Eiridi: Probably laugh. Social graces? She doesn’t havethem.

Aer: Honestly, probably tease a lot.

Amaranthe: Depending on the person, laugh but not say muchelse, or protect them.

Tamsen: Be very kind and sweet and generally trustworthy.You’d  tell them anything.

Ciara: Be protective.

41. What’s theirsexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do theylike/need in a relationship?

Calvael: Mmmmaybe straight??? Who even knows/?? He hasn’thad much time or opportunity to figure it out so he doesn’t  know.

Rorik: Bicurious.

Renethil: Sexrepulsed asexual lesbian.

Mort: Ace panromantic.

Chal: Panromantic pansexual polyamorous.

Aiki: Acearo.

Wyatt: Hecka gay, but would fuck a girl probably. He’s not that picky.

Ghilli: Super super super gay. Powerlesbian.

Serafima: Pansexual panromantic.

Eiridi: Birds.

Aer: Aromantic pansexual.

Amaranthe: Homoromantic homosexual.

Tamsen: Panromantic demipansexual.

Ciara: Questioning, later resolved to be biromanticbisexual.

46. Do they make agood first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? Howdo they introduce themselves?

Calvael: His first impression is probably him trying to becool and utterly failing. So yes, quite accurate.

Rorik: Overenthusiastic puppy. He can be a little awkwardwith meeting new people and will often blurt out anything that comes to mind.

Renethil: Ren tends to keep herself distant until she’s surewho she’s dealing with. She usually introduces herself with her full firstname, and tries to keep up a haughty air.

Mort: They’re not good with people, and first impressions ofthem are usually either really stand-offish and cold, or really awkward.

Chal: Chal is very good with words and a practiced talker,so he tends to make a good first impression on people. He’s a fan of a bitoverdone gestures of amicability, like sweeping bows and hand-kisses.

Aiki: Cold, arrogant and an asshole. So yes very accurate.

Wyatt: Wyatt doesn’t usually say much when they meet newpeople, and prefers to let his sister take the lead, so he can come off asdisinterested and arrogant, which he isn’t, really.

Ghilli: A true Mom. She will adopt you and you probably won’teven mind.

Serafima: Ser can be a little uncomfortable and awkward, butshe’ll cover for that by being very loud and extra.

Eiridi: The least social bird-person you’ll ever meet.

Aer: Aer can be very charming and sweet, often paintingthemselves as a lost child. Don’t trust them.

Amaranthe: Amaranthe is… not good at first impressions. Orsecond. She comes off as a cold bitch to basically anyone, but that’s mostlyher self-defense mechanism.

Tamsen: The sweetest child you ever did meet. Protect them.

Ciara: Ciara is a little awkward and can say things withoutmeaning them.

49. What is theirmost valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to takeeverywhere with them?

Calvael: The scarf he got from his mom, that he always wearseven when it’s way too warm.

Rorik: He used to not be very sentimental, but now there’sthe stone Traxae gifted him upon her death, that he carries in a hidden pouchunder his armour, over his heart, to remember her by. At night he often takesit out and holds it for a while.

Renethil: She’s not sentimental at all. Of course her spellbook is important to her, however.

Mort: They don’t believe much in material possession. Themost important to them is probably the long braid, that they promised theywouldn’t cut off until they brought vengeance down upon those that murdered herclan.

Chal: He’s not super sentimental, but he does have a smallnecklace with a jade pendant that his mother gave him, that he usually wears.

Aiki: No.

Wyatt: His most valued object is most definitely the ringleft to him by Traesyc. He goes stir-crazy when he doesn’t have it around hisfinger, and is constantly twisting it, to the point of scraping his skin attimes.

Ghilli: Her warhammer, Lola, is definitely the mostimportant object to her. She crafted it together with her dad, and it’sbasically her best friend.

Serafima: Her journal, filled with drawings of her family,and of her travels. She’s not too sentimental, but she likes to have some pieceof home with her.

Eiridi: She doesn’t have much possessions in general, so no.

Aer: Nope.

Amaranthe: The necklace made for her by Tamsen on their fiveyear anniversary.

Tamsen: The little shell Amaranthe gave them pretty early onin their relationship. Amaranthe keeps insisting it’s silly, but they love it.

Ciara: She’s not really sentimental, and doesn’t have manyvalued possessions.