#and than he became the older sibling with Hazel

[maladaptivedaydr3amer]

I love how Nico got back his sister in Hazel and Reyna.

[toasttt11]

introducing clementine

Clementine Faye Bedard the first born of Melanie and Jim Bedard, born on August 31, 2002.

Clementine has always loved the ice since her parents set a barely one year old Clementine on the ice and she has never wanted to leave the ice since, hockey has always been what she loves.

Clementine had always been more of a guarded person especially with meeting new people, she more of a quiet person but with the right people she can open up and be a bit louder, she’s just the type of her person who enjoys listening rather than talking.

Clementine has Heterochromia, one blue and one hazel colored eyes. When she was young she didn’t really like it just ignored it but as her younger siblings grew up they were always telling her how cool and pretty her eyes were so she grew to love her eyes and never hid them.

When her sister was born she was so happy to finally have someone else to play hockey with but Madison didn’t like playing or anything to do with the ice, so when Clementine showed Connor how to play and he loved it she was so happy she had someone to play with now.

Clementine and Connor has always had a very easy relationship because of hockey, they understand each other extremely well but that doesn’t mean Madison isn’t just as close to her siblings they just enjoy other things together.

Connor has always loved hockey because of his oldest sister, Clementine truly passed on her passion to her little brother who wanted to play and be just like his sister. Connor ended up picking the number 98 inspired by his sister who plays with the number 89.

Madison has always looked up to her older sister, always wanting to be more like her big sister and enjoyed anytime she had to spend with her, Madison has always been the academic sibling and easily passed her sibling in that category something the two had always been very proud of her for.

Growing up playing on boy hockey teams Clementine didn’t usually get any respect and a lot of the players ignored her if they weren’t on the ice, she had a lot of coaches not be supportive of her being on the team and trying to play her at least as possible. When she got drafted to the devils in 2020 she was pleasantly surprised how welcoming the whole team and staff was to her, and how they treated her with a lot of respect and kindness.

When she was drafted to the Vancouver Giants she was very happy that was the team that picked her as she could stay home and not have to move away from her family, she got to see more of her siblings growing up then she would if she had to move for another team.

Carter in the last game of the 2018-2019 WHL season had shot the puck into the goal giving them the overtime win in the championship game but as she shot the puck she was smashed into the boards by someone who was two times the weight and height of her and her elbow went into boards catching all her weight.

Her elbow was dislocated and had multiple fractures and breaks, she got a surgery done right away and was in a cast and sling for three months before the doctor realized it wasn’t healing correctly and she has another surgery getting more screws put it, she was out for another six months wearing a brace the whole time and ended up missing half of the season of her draft year. When the doctors saw her injury and how bad it they didn’t know if she would ever be able to play hockey again.

During the nine months she wasn’t allowed to move her elbow she still practiced every day, she starred shooting her hockey stick with the other hand and one handed as well, she ended up starting to switch up a lot of on her stick and she stuck with a no curve on her blade at all, when she was allowed to play again her shot became even more insane, she could shoot with either hand and either side of her blade, she was the perfect center.

Lindy Ruff had joined the devils a few months before the 2020 draft and he already knew who he wanted it on the team, Clementine Bedard. He had watched out for young players for awhile and Clementine had been on his radar for years now and he was always impressed seeing her play, he never had a problem with her being a girl as she plays better than most boys he’s seen.

Clementine has met Alex on all the different zooms they had for the draft instead of anything in person because of Covid, they started texting a little bit before both getting distracted by the draft. Alex had went to the AHL and Clementine had her first season in the NHL (2020-2021). Then Alex joined the New Jersey Devils team at the end of the 2021-2022 session and the two become closer than before and reconnecting with each other.

Nico, Jack and Clementine just seemed to click together when they all met and the three definitely got closest the fastest. Nico and Jack had quickly grown to love Clementine like a little sister and have gotten very protective of her.

Jesper, Nico, Jack and Clementine all worked insanely well together and Lindy quickly noticed that, making most of the lines have two of them one and two on the other.

Clementine always played well with any line as she has insane ability to seem to make the line she plays on play really well together, she seems to just make most lines on the ice click well when she joins them, So Lindy like to move her around a lot of the lines for games.

Dawson, Daws and Clementine all met a few months before the draft and ended up playing the World Junior Championship together, they are got pretty close and it was cool to realize they all got drafted to the same team.

Nico had recommended his apartment building when he heard Clementine was trying to find a good apartment to move into in New Jersey in 2020. Alex ended up moving into the building in the beginning of the 2021-2022 season. Jack ended moving at the end of the 2022 season into the apartment building, needing a new place to live but also wanted to be close to his best friend. John accidentally picked the same building as well when he moved from Pittsburgh. Dawson didn’t even realize when he asked for help moving in he had picked the same apartment building as all of them. Luke moved in with Jack when he came to Jersey making so many of the team live in the same building.

Braden Schneider and Clementine had always had an interesting relationship, they met when they played against each other in WHL, Braden was always flirting with Clementine and she was always annoyed by him. They ended up playing together for Team Canada for a couple tournaments.

Being close to the beach growing up Clementine grew to love surfing, as it was something so different from Hockey. When she moved to New Jersey she brought many of her surfboards with her and she always would go surfing on her days off and Nico ended up joining her a lot of the times and usually Jack as well but he mostly just ended up sleeping on a towel on the beach as the two surfed. Clementine has dragged almost all of her team at least once to go surfing with her.

Clementine has always been sweeter to the younger players who joined after her as they reminded her of her own siblings Luke quickly adored Clementine adopting her as his big sister, she helped him figure out a lot of stuff and always is there for him. Clementine really helped Simon out as he moved to the New Jersey Devils during the middle of the season and was very welcoming to him. She would stay after practice late to continue to keep practicing with the rookies and would help them clean up the ice.

[lusyscilly]

My favorite headcanons about the Di Angelo family. I have a genuine interest in them, so please bear with me!

Maria di Angelo was born in 1909 and met Hades and Persephone in 1932, during a party at the Italian embassy in the US. She had Bianca in 1933, and Nico in 1935 (I refuse in any way Rick's idea that the two were born at the end of the 20s, it doesn’t make with the timeline, but when does it make sense?)

She had an older brother, Michele, who was born in 1907, a younger sister, Elisabetta, born in 1919, and an older cousin, Giulio, born in 1908

Giulio went to live with them after the death of his father during WW1 because he was already an orphan of his mother, who died during childbirth. They grew up all together

These four kids didn't have many friends, except for the Adriani siblings, Alessandro (1906) and Vittoria (1909, but younger than Maria)

The Adriani are from both Naples and Rome (because of an arranged marriage), while the Di Angelo are from around Venice

The two families became friends because the two fathers met during the war and continued to see each other after the end of it because they both went into politics. The Di Angelo's became an ambassador, while the Adriani's a senator

During her adolescence, Maria had a little crush on Alessandro, but he always saw her as a little sister

Maria had a relationship with both Hades and Persephone but decided to cut it after Nico's birth, not because she wanted to but to protect her children from her father and older brother

She and Alessandro got married, to help her, but also to hide the relationship between Alessandro and Giulio (it was her idea, and she knows everything). They got married in 1937

Vittoria is Maria's best friend and always supported her

Ironically, I think Di Angelo's flower symbol is a white chrysanthemum, and Maria gave one to Michele before he went to Russia

All the family died during the war, while the Adriani siblings survived and are the only ones who remember them as people and not as symbols

The two parents died a few months before Italy's entrance into the war, Giulio and Elisabetta both died of pneumonia in 1942 (early year), while Michele died of hypothermia in Russia during the retreat (1943). Maria died because of Zeus, obv (in 1944)

Nobody in Italy knows what happened to Maria and her kids, even though Alessandro and Vittoria tried to find them. They became some sort of urban legend

Alessandro was sent to Africa during the war, hoping to see them again once he returned, but that never happened

Plus, I think Hades amplified Maria's sight. You know, when mortals can see over the Mist? Yeah, Maria could manipulate also her dreams, but this led her to make some sort of contact with Naomi Solace. The two of them started to see each other every night, and both of them started to develop some feelings for each other, a mix of eros and agape, something like that

Some of Naomi's songs are about her, like "Girl of the Forest" or "Fallen Angel" (I know, they are cringe titles, I'm very sorry!)

Naomi still dedicates some songs to Maria, even though she knows she's not here anymore

Plus, during HoO, when Argo II is in Venice, Nico, Hazel, and Frank meet a group of friends who are wandering in the city. They are very similar physically to Nico's relatives and one girl in particular reminds him of Maria. They aren't their reincarnations, but they are similar to them. This girl is also obsessed with Naomi's music and Di Angelo's story

And those are my main headcanons about them, right now I cannot think of others, but if I have others, I will share!

[rowan-r-ridley]

can we know more about your jasico kids?

Sure~ first, we have Holly, she was adopted by jason and nico when she was 6. She was a little orphan girl daughter of Demeter, who was saved on a mission, and along the way Jason and Nico became very fond of her. She spent a few months in an orphanage in New Rome, until she was adopted. She's kind and sweet, and amazing with flowers and other plants, Demeter often visits her and likes the idea of one of her daughters staying "within the family." In "the present" she's 23.

secondly we have Bruno, a son of the goddess Khione, he was rescued by Piper on a mission too where she was engaged in a battle against Khione, the goddess was eliminated and only the baby in her womb was left, even though everyone thought Piper would adopt him she felt she couldn't take care of a baby yet. So Nico and Jason adopted him and he is constantly visited by his favourite aunt Piper. Hes very calm and cool, his hobby are hocky and figure skating. He has ice and snow powers. In the present he is 17.

Jason and Nico's biological children, twins, are one year younger than Bruno. Orpheus, who is actually named Niccolo like his father, was named "Orpheus" for mysterious reasons by Lady Juno, who gave him her blessing and favouritism because "he is identical to his daddy (Jason)" Despite this he was not claimed as her champion as everyone (especially his parents and his aunt Thalia) feared. He gets along with Anne Jackson and he's very close to Ethan Jackson, Percabeth children. He was very close to his twin until the age of 11, then they went their separate ways. He has underworld powers (to Lady Juno's disappointment, but she won't deny that he is strong) He's 16.

Theseus, who is actually named Alexander (as Jason's middle name according to headcanons), is the younger twin, was named to his regret "Theseus" by Lady Juno for whom his presence is annoying because he is the same as her aunt Thalia. He hates his name, because he hates the questionable actions of his namesake the original Theseus, and because his nonno Hades also hates the name and constantly mentions it. He shortens his name to simply "Thes" he doesn't like the name "Alex" he gets along with Ethan, but doesn't get along with Anne. His favourite aunt is Thalia who has a lot of influence on him. He is no longer close to his twin. He has the same power as Jason. He's 16.

Maria another biological daughter, named after her late nonna, is lady Juno's favorite and champion, she has a lot of weight on her shoulders because she has to meet her grandmother Juno's expectations (Maria is the only one lady Juno lets call her grandmother) she is a sweet girl and willing to make friends, but will not hesitate to swing a sword if her loved ones are in danger. She is very close to her brother Thes even though they always argue. Her best friend is Luke Jackson another son of Percabeth, with whom she shares birthday. She likes magic and is a self-appointed priestess of Circe. Her favorite aunts are Reyna and Hazel. She has the same powers as Jason. She's 14.

Leone, the penultimate biological son, is a serious and quiet boy and quite wise, so he wins the favoritism of Lady Athena. He is also the favorite of his nonno Hades because he is identical to his father (Nico). His uncle Percy Jackson is also very fond of him for the same reason, he reminds him of the little Nico he once knew. He can get a little arrogant from time to time because he is smarter than his older siblings, but most of the time he behaves like a normal, average kid. He has a fixation with tarot cards to divine the future of others. No one knows what powers he has, as he doesn't use them and has never shown any indication of anything. He's 12.

The last and smallest (and who I really thought a lot about adding or not) Bianca, or simply Bi (Bee), is the last biological daughter, she is kind of sickly and weak since she was born. She tends to have horrible nightmares and is always by her father Nico's side at all times. She doesn't like adventures and quests like her siblings, and prefers to sit with her father reading or playing cards with Leone. She is the only one of the Jasico children who is not as white as her siblings or her parents, has olive skin and no freckles, moles or dimples. Nonno Hades says it's because she looks more like her nonna Maria. Her aunt Thalia spoils her a lot and is her favorite. Lady Artemis often visits her for "mysterious reasons" that Nico doesn't like at all. No one knows what powers she has, as she doesn't use them and has never shown any indication of anything too. She's 10.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 1 Pt. 15 (Teenagers in Love)

Eventually, Spencer did find out about the kiss. She heard from Everett's twin sister Malia who'd heard it from Holly, and she confronted Everett one day after school. They fought about it but got past it, and Heather begged Spencer not to fear her friendship with Everett. She admitted her feelings but promised she supported her and insisted she'd never come between them. In the back of her mind, she hoped they'd break up on their own and Everett would choose her, but for now she was happy to be single.

Heather invited both Everett and Spencer to her family’s Harvestfest turkey dinner, which would also serve as a birthday celebration for her brother. Kris came by and so did Heather’s friend Dylan. Even Kash Pancakes stopped by to wish his best friend River a happy birthday. Curiously, Heather noticed Everett made a quiet exit around the same time as Spencer’s late arrival, and she couldn’t help but wonder if they’d timed it that way. Were they on the rocks? She tried not to think about it.

River became a handsome young teen and went with his mother to a community space in Willow Creek. Daisy had heard of a UFO plant growing on the lot and was desperate to check it out, and for his part River had heard there may be good recycling materials there; he was already dreaming of following in his father’s footsteps as a respected Eco-Innovator. Daisy was disappointed on arrival to see the UFO plant hadn’t yet fully bloomed and was unlikely to bloom before the end of fall, but the trip wasn’t a complete loss: River never expected to meet his soulmate in a repurposed barn so far from Henford. But Cassandra Goth was a gifted artist just a year older than him, and he was instantly taken by her talent and her beauty. She lived with her family in a mansion in Brindleton Bay but was in Willow Creek to show her artwork with her mother, Bella.

River couldn’t believe a girl like her was into a guy like him. She was so learned and cultured; he loved rummaging through the trash. But from that moment on, whenever they could combine their schedules in their long-distance love affair, they were inseparable. Heather loved Cass immediately, and thought River had chosen his soulmate well, but Holly saw someone who might steal her place as the centre of attention and judged her with more scrutiny. Daisy and Neal both loved River’s polite and charming new girlfriend and encouraged Holly to keep her feelings quiet, but soon enough, charming Cass had won Holly over, too.

Heather couldn’t deny that she felt like she was missing out on what Holly had with Kris and River with Cassandra, but she had plenty to focus on besides Everett and wanted nothing less than to be branded the “other woman.” If Everett and Spencer were having problems, he didn’t tell her, and she was afraid to ask, so she kept her focus on her studies and got closer to young Hazel.

Being eight years older than the youngest Nesbitt, Heather had less in common with Hazel growing up. But as they both got older, and as Heather was often the only sibling home when Holly and River had their date nights, Heather and Hazel grew closer. Heather helped Hazel learn to ride a bike, and they even made and exchanged friendship bracelets.

Heather had an exceptional relationship with her siblings and her parents – there was never any strife at home, and the Nesbitt house was a respite for their friends when they needed a break from their own families.

With winter around the corner, would Daisy's quest for a UFO fruit have to wait until next year? ->

<- Previous Chapter | From the Beginning

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

“I Keep You Safe From Me”

(Title inspired by lyrics from the song “Liar” by Paramore || “Liar” is basically Virgil and Logan’s theme song for right now haha)

Chapter one: New Beginnings

(This is pretty short, sorry! But longer chapters are coming I promise!!)

Ship: slow burn romantic Analogical

CW/TW: weed, a bit of self deprecating language (barely! blink and you’ll miss it, but it’s there so it’s worth tagging!)

POV: Virgil

(No summary cause I don’t wanna give anything away)

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Virgil sat on the hood of his car, hot Georgia summer sun sinking into his clothes, wrinkled schedule in hand, watching as all the other freshman and their parents rushed to unload boxes upon boxes from everything from old beat-up Range Rovers to new Jeep Wranglers.

It seemed as if it didn’t matter whether it was a double or a single room they were heading to, the boxes just kept coming from the voids of the cars; labels differing between “Winter Clothes” and “Tupperware” passed by him consistently with no sign of stopping. He didn’t move, just watched and listened to the laughter between families.

He hadn’t had anyone to bring him here or help him pack, so he shoved things into boxes and threw them carelessly into the trunk of his Camry.

He tried to ignore the rising feeling of jealousy and contempt in his gut as the joyful tone around him persisted on. He focused on the burning of the hot metal against his legs and stared at his schedule with the intensity of an animal stalking its prey. He knew he had to go in soon, to walk to his dorm and meet his roommates, but he wanted to drag out the inevitable for as long as he could.

He had signed up for early morning classes, hoping to be awake before the others so they wouldn’t bother him.

He watched as the parking lot cleared and a final pair of bodies disappeared behind the tinted double doors. sighing, he checked the time on his phone.

11:36 AM

He quickly shut his phone off, shoving it upside down into his shorts pocket and shoving himself off of the car, grabbing his backpack off of the ground and making his way towards the entrance of the school, leaving all of the boxes in his car out of his mind and shoving open the door upon arrival, he would deal with unpacking later.

He kept his head down, staring at the paper in his hand, not daring to make eye contact with anyone. He was hoping to look as if he was trying to figure out his dorm number even though he had already memorized it prior to moving day.

He stood there for a moment or two, not wanting to move, wanting to go back to his car and camp out there from midday to night. He wanted an education, sure, that’s what he was here for, but he didn’t sign up to be yanked into a building full of strangers even though he already knew how this worked.

When his brother Cosmos got accepted to Harvard he never heard the end of it.

Cosmos was more excited about the partying aspect of life on campus, but on the other hand Virgil never heard the end of it from their parents. it was always about how smart Cosmos was and how intelligent he was for getting into such a prestigious school with a 4.0 and them questioning why he wasn’t trying as hard because he could be just as great as his brother.

What they didn’t know was that he was as great as his aforementioned older sibling, if not better, they just didn’t want to acknowledge that part.

A sudden tap to the shoulder jolted Virgil out of his thoughts, snapping his head up and turning around to see who made the movement.

He was met face to face with a man a few inches taller than him, wearing a solid grey vest and light black button down pants paired with white sneakers. Thin circular glasses outlined his facial features perfectly. Strong jawline, a bit of stubble, gorgeous hazel eyes, a soft smile.

“You’ve been standing here for a few minutes now, do you need help?” The man in front of him spoke, voice clear and concise.

Virgil became all too aware of his disheveled state. Tired eyes, jittery limbs, rocking a MCR t-shirt two sizes too big for him and black shorts with tennis shoes. He smiled at him sheepishly before answering.

He genuinely seemed like he wanted to help and Virgil was honestly willing to take all the help he could get. “Uh..yeah, sorry. I just need to get to room 307 on floor 2” he responded

“Oh? My room is right across from yours, I can show you the way.” the man replied, walking towards a flight of stairs to the left of them.

Virgil followed, the sound of his bag bouncing behind him echoing off of the walls before making it to the second floor and being led to one of the doors.

The hallway wasn’t empty in the slightest. There were no people crowding the space but the chatter filling the air was enough to make it seem as if there were. Doors were open in every direction, peak in and you’d find a mother and father reminiscing over a time when their kid was just learning how to walk and now they were awing over their successes while unpacking t-shirts. It made Virgil feel sick. He shook his head, trying to shake away the hope he once had that maybe, just maybe, his parents stand-offish parental style would change just this once. ‘Stupid.’ He thought to himself.

“This is it, 307” the man next to him said, gesturing towards the door. He turned around and gestured towards the door across from Virgil’s. “And this is 308, where I live. It’s a single but yknow, I like the quiet.” he said, shrugging and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Thank you, um..” Virgil started, remembering he didn’t know the handsome strangers name.

“Oh, Logan” he finished, taking a hand out of his pocket and sticking it out for the other to shake.

Virgil took it and smiled, “Thank you, Logan. I guess I’ll..see you around?” he said.

Logan’s eyes glimmered behind his glasses. “I guess you will” He said, a tint of smugness in his voice before turning around and walking inside his dorm.

Virgil turned back to face his own dorm, hesitantly raising a fist and knocking.

The door swung open in mere seconds as Virgil was confronted by a man wearing baggy jeans, a green Nike sweatshirt, and nothing but socks on. His eyes were green, slightly red and a little droopy, a tired aura surrounded him. He gave a weak grin to Virgil and moved so he could walk in.

He did, and was almost immediately hit by the smell of weed. The wide space of the living area was littered with open boxes, clothes scattered everywhere and indie-rock blasting from a small speaker placed on the windowsill which for the time being only had blinds as a way of maintaining privacy.

Something about the vibe of the room made him relax. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

[sailorgoon13]

Isobel MacAlister

Basics:

Full Name: Isobel Greer MacAlister

Nickname: Issy, Bel

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 31 October, 1874

Heritage: Scottish

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Blackthorn, Dragon Heartstring, 11", Unyielding

Appearance:

Hair Color: Auburn, long with a dramatic loose waves

Eye Color: Hazel

Skin Tone: Fair, porcelain

Height: 5'8"

Body Type: Athletic and toned. Despite her athletic build, Issy retains an air of femininity and grace

Style: Prefers tailored trousers and fitted jeans over skirts or dresses, opting for comfort and functionality without sacrificing style. Her tops often include classic button-down shirts, cozy knit sweaters, and fitted t-shirts in neutral tones or subtle patterns. She may layer these pieces with structured blazers. Confident and independent spirit, blending refined elegance with laid-back charm and tomboyish flair.

Features: Intense gaze, Strong jawline with defined cheekbones, Scaring on the side of her neck and shoulder from the incident with Sebastian

Personality:

Traits: Intense, Mysterious, Determined, Passionate, Complex

Likes: Exploring, Training, Music, Creatures

Dislikes: Betrayal, Dark Magic, Weakness, Ignorance

Hobbies: Quidditch, Reading, Violin

Fears: Rejection, Failure, Being left behind

Family and Friends:

Father: Gregor MacAlistar

Works for the Ministry of Magic in a high-ranking position in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

He is frequently paid under the table to look the other way and falsify reports

His actions often bring him into contact with dark wizards and unsavory characters, making Issy wary of his true intentions and creating a strained relationship between them.

Mother: Moira MacAlistar

Herbologist, specializing in poisons and toxins having a killer greenhouse

Her expertise is sought after for both healing and more nefarious purposes

This specialization adds an element of danger and mistrust for Issy

Siblings:

Lachlan MacAlister- Lachlan and Issy have a strained relationship, primarily due to their differing views on their father and their paths in life. While Lachlan cares deeply for Issy and wants to protect her, his authoritative and sometimes overbearing nature often pushes her away. His attempts to guide or control her are met with resistance.

Elspeth "Elsie" MacAlister- Elsie looks up to Issy, admiring her strength and independence. She aspires to be as brave and capable as her older sister. Despite the admiration, there is some tension and rivalry between the sisters. Elsie sometimes feels overshadowed by Issy’s achievements and presence.

Friends: Poppy Sweeting, Imelda Reyes, Samantha Dale, Lenora Everleigh

Magic:

Special Abilities: Ancient Magic, Excels in potions, Natural Healer

Boggart: Dark Sebastian

Patronus: Fox

Polyjuice: Would look a deep emerald green color and would appear silky. The smell is something of freshly cut grass, a hint of mint, earthy herbs, and subtle bitterness of coffee. Bittersweet with herbal undertones and a spicy kick

Amortentia: Grass, Leather, Wood Smoke and Peppermint

Backstory:

Isobel "Issy" MacAlister arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with a guarded heart. Born into a prestigious but troubled family, Issy had always struggled to reconcile her Slytherin ambitions with her desire for genuine connection. Despite her standoffish demeanor, she quickly formed a bond with Sebastian Sallow, a fellow Slytherin. Their friendship blossomed into a close relationship, and Issy found herself deeply in love with him.

However, as Sebastian became increasingly entangled in the allure of Dark Magic, their relationship took a dark turn. The person Issy once loved and trusted began to hurt her, both emotionally and physically, as he delved deeper into dangerous practices. Heartbroken and betrayed, Issy felt more isolated than ever.

During this tumultuous time, Poppy Sweeting, a kind and compassionate Hufflepuff, became a source of comfort for Issy. Poppy had long harbored feelings for Issy but never wanted to cross any boundaries, respecting Issy's relationship with Sebastian. Instead, Poppy offered a listening ear and a gentle presence, supporting Issy through her heartache with unwavering patience and empathy.

As Issy confided in Poppy and leaned on her for support, she began to see Poppy in a new light. Poppy's genuine kindness, understanding, and love for magical creatures provided a stark contrast to the darkness that had consumed her previous relationship. It was in these moments of vulnerability and connection that Issy realized her true feelings for Poppy.

Despite her rough past and initial reservations, Issy found solace and happiness in Poppy's company. Poppy's quiet strength and unwavering support helped Issy heal and opened her heart to the possibility of love again. Together, they forged a bond built on trust, understanding, and mutual respect, bringing light and joy into each other's lives.

Academics:

Best Subject: Herbology

Favorite Subject: Divination

Favorite Professor: Hecat

Worst Subject: History of Magic

Least Favorite Subject: Ancient Runes

Least Favorite Professor: Binns

Student Life:

Top student, excelling particularly in Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology

As a key player on the Slytherin Quidditch team, Issy’s athleticism and strategic mind make her a formidable opponent

Issy is known for her intelligence, determination, and resilience

Her natural talent as a healer is often used to help others, whether it’s tending to injuries on the Quidditch field or providing care in more serious situations

Template: @hazyange1s

[forest-hashira]

i’m curious about suzume!!! i’m guessing from your user that she might be the forest hashira?

she is! i could talk about her all day but i'll stick to some of the basics for now:

she's a little bit older than kyojuro (21 to his 20), and became a hashira after kyojuro, when she was 19 (though admittedly i play around with the timeline pre-canon a little bit lol). she's short and chubby, very friend shaped (art here!), with brown hair she wears in space buns + green curtain bangs, hazel eyes, and lots of freckles all over. she has a bow with poison-tipped nichirin steel arrowheads as her weapon of choice, though she does also have a sword she is capable of using. she developed her own breathing style - forest breathing - that's inspired by/based on water breathing mostly, but she also lived & trained with the kocho sisters at the butterfly estate for the 3-ish years after she completed final selection but before she became a hashira, so flower breathing and insect breathing were both influences on her breathing style when she was refining/developing it. she's good friends with giyu, and was with him when he found the kamado siblings. she also has beef with sanemi until the end of the canon timeline, she thinks he's annoying and he pisses her off.

i've written over 111k words (111.3k last i checked) about her & kyojuro, starting before she was a hashira & going past the canon timeline of the series. wildly canon divergent obviously bc kyojuro doesn't die in mugen train, but yeah. they wind up married and happy with three kids and it's all lovely, tho by the end of the series timeline she sustains a traumatic brain injury (in circumstances that would be spoilers for anime onlys lol) so they have to navigate the disability that comes with that, but they do it together so it all works out.

ty for asking abt her! she's my special little guy & i love talking about her 🥺💜

[vnknowns]

𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 '𝒗𝒂𝒏' 𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆

( felix mallard, genderfluid, he/they ) have you met vance "van" lapointe yet? you know, the twenty four year old undergraduate student. i think they’re a senior majoring in music technology. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear self-sabotage by waterparks blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re charming but can also be a little mercurial guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself.

statistics

‣ FULL NAME: vance alistair lapointe ‣ ALIAS: van ‣ DOB: june 29, 1999 ‣ AGE & ZODIAC: twenty-four & cancer ‣ SEXUALITY: pansexual & panromantic ‣ YEAR: senior ‣ MAJOR: music technology ‣ CHARACTERISTICS: charming, mercurial, passionate, guarded, charismatic, capricious ‣ STUDENT ACTIVITIES: art & media club, radcliffe radio audio engineer, astronomy club, bassist for local band 'all systems red' ‣ LANGUAGES: english & french. ‣ HAIR + EYE COLOR: brown hair & hazel eyes ‣ HEIGHT: 6'0" ‣ FACECLAIM: felix mallard

background

van was born into a family whose wealth stems from old money, and their traditions and expectations seemingly set in stone. he’s the baby of the family so he thankfully lucked out as far as expectations go, with his older sister and brother bearing the brunt of their parents’ expectation since he was last in line to inherit the company, assets, etc, and he is more than content to let his siblings battle it out. despite this, he was still expected to make a good impression and play the part in public, given the press their family gets, which is something van consistently struggled with.

he never felt comfortable in this world that he was thrust into from birth, hated the black tie events and high profile dinners and guests, and constantly looking over his shoulder in case someone was watching or monitoring him.

his world was flipped upside down when he was 14, when all of a sudden a man contacted him saying that he is his biological father, that he had an on/off affair with their mother for years and they reconnected after his older brother was born and his parents were briefly separated, and they conceived him. this stranger claims he never knew he existed until recently, when he saw their picture in the paper for an event the family attended and noticed the youngest son, and how he looks so much like him, rather than the man van has always thought was his father. the kicker was that this man was also famous, a well-known rockstar from a band his parents had never allowed him to listen to (but he did anyways). when he mentioned it to his parents, rather than the vehement denial he expected, he only received a confirmation, although his parents were furious that the man reached out to him directly when they had explicitly told him not to. van was more shocked that his parents not only knew, but deigned to keep it from him rather than expose the truth.

after pushing his parents, they finally scheduled a meeting with his biological father, rich. van was shocked when his parents offered him money to go away and stay quiet about it, but van was immensely relieved when the man denied it, disgusted by the notion, and just said he wanted to know his son. after hours of arguing between the adults, they finally agreed that he could get to know van, but as far as the public knows, he is van’s godfather, and no one can ever know the truth. they even had him sign an nda, but after that, van spent time with his new “godfather”, getting to know him and learning about him. it was an interesting relationship, not quite like the father-son relationship he had with the dad he’s known his whole life, but they were more like friends, or like he was his cool uncle that he could confide in and share things with. he’d never had a relationship so laid back, where he didn’t have those crushing expectations, and it led van down a whole new path.

after getting close with his biological father, van’s love of music became an obsession. he would go to shows with rich, stay backstage and watch as the bands performed, watch as his “godfather” rocked it on stage, and he developed a hunger. he wanted it so badly, in a way he’d never wanted anything else before. he asked rich to teach him how to play, starting with the guitar and eventually moving to bass, and even the drums, though he quickly learned he preferred bass over anything else, loving the feeling of embodying the heartbeat of the song.

he ended up joining a local band at 17, but it ended poorly when internal issues caused a fallout between the members, and van didn’t look back when he went off to school, not having a good reason to stay.

he didn’t really want to go to college at first, but it was a non-negotiable with his parents. they didn’t care what he majored in, as long as he got the degree. he told them the only way he would go is if he could go for music, and so he did. after spending so many hours in the studio with his father, he went into music production, wanting to learn the ins and outs of how to produce his own music, knowing that no matter what happens, he wants to create music — whether it’s his own, or helping others bring their vision to life.

it was by luck that he met bellamy and joined all systems red when he came to radcliffe — a twist of fate that van is grateful for every day. he loves their sound, and is beyond proud of everything they’ve accomplished as a band so far. he thinks they can make it, and he only hopes that they will remain as passionate and committed in the future as they are right now.

TLDR —

van lapointe. felix mallard fc, 24, senior, music major, he’s a bassist in a band called all systems red with bellamy!!!

van is a charming lil rockstar boy who is a bassist in a band all systems red

he comes from an old money family, but his “godfather” (who’s actually his bio-dad but no one knows that) is in a well known rock band that was big in the 80s/90s, and fostered his love for music

he cosplays as a Normal Boy™️ but sometimes u can see his rich boy privilege shine through 

he’s a serial flirt and messes around a lot, has lots of hookups and has had many situationships!!! he doesn’t ever commit tho, he’s Married to the Music™️ (he would be willing to commit if he found The One™️ but he has not yet HFJSSJ)

connections

a previous (or current) hookup or situationship!!! they could still be hooking up, or it could've ended amicably, or could've ended badly!!!! so many options!!

a previous fwb situationship where the other person caught feelings and it scared van shitless (bc feelings Scare him big time) and so he broke things off and hurt the other person pretty bad. he probably said they could stay friends and then ghosted them LKSDJFS or maybe they said absolutely not to the staying friends thing (which. so fair tbh)

a Big Fan of all systems red who is maybe a lil fixated on him and just wants to get his attention and he's a lil freaked by it even though he's also very flattered

another old money rich bitch who either went to school with van or maybe their families know each other so they grew up being acquaintances!! whether or not they have a good relationship is up to you!!!

van's first love!!! someone who either went to van's posh little private high school or someone he met in the nyc concert scene in high school and they fell in love but it didn't work out for some reason or another and now van pretty much avoids them at all costs bc it's still sore for him tbh

van is in astronomy club and the art & media club so fellow club members!!! he probably shamelessly flirts w them honestly

he's a radcliffe radio audio engineer so anyone who is involved with radcliffe radio he probably either knows or sees/interacts with regularly!!! they could be friends or they could hate each other

would love a lil enemies to situationship ting!!!!

[loganwritesprobably]

𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍

In honour of me starting my Smoker/OC fic, here's the bio for Corwin

"ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ."

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Corwin Stanford ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: N/A ᴀɢᴇ: 35 ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis male ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/him ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Gay ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: December 29th ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Capricorn

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'6" ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair ʜᴀɪʀ: Black ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Hazel ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ: Saru Saru no Mi/Ape Ape fruit: Model Chimpanzee ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: N/A ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: Corwin has tattoos on both his arms, a tattoo for each of his siblings, they all have these matching, plus some others that he's gathered over the years.

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ Corwin grew up in a family with severe parents and his siblings, all older than him, were expected to fall into line - and they did. Each of them was perfect, Corwin included. Perfect little soldiers to do their parents bidding. Every one of his siblings, and himself, became marines as adults. Though, despite being the youngest, Corwin has risen the furthest through the ranks.

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ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ Corwin's biggest secret is this: he hates the marines, and the government. If he thought he could leave without losing his siblings, and ending up alone, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ Corwin is a lieutenant in the marines. He worked hard to get to his position because it was all he knew how to do. He'd been taught from a young age that he'd always be a marine, taught exactly how to do so and trained, and taught how to work hard in order to keep progressing.

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ Corwin isn't particularly someone who engages in hobbies - he's a busy guy, and he didn't have a lot of room for deciding what hobbies he enjoyed as a child. He does, however, enjoy reading. As a kid he'd not had much room to read fiction books, it was mostly non-fiction, but he'd occasionally managed a romance or fantasy novel and he reads them to this day.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ☾ Romance and fantasy books ☾ His siblings ☾ Green tea ☾ Sushi

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ☽ Insubordianate behaviour ☽ Stupid people ☽ His parents

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ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ More than anything, Corwin wants to get to a place in his life where he finally feels like he can completely cut ties with his past and leave the marines. He doesn't know what that would involve - maybe finding his soulmate - but that's the goal, above all else.

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ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ Corwin has two fears.

The first is that he'll never manage to leave the marines, and instead be stuck in a job that he hates for the rest of his life. The other is that one day, he'll stop hating it, and have lost his morals.

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ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ➼ Julien Stanford ➼ Living, estranged

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ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➼ Gabriella Stanford ➼ Living, estranged

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ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➼ Harlan Stanford ➼ Living 46

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ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➼ Aston Stanford ➼ Living 43

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ➼ Avery Stanford ➼ Living 40

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ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➼ Kelton Stanford ➼ Living 38

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ Corwin is the peak of physical health, as he was taught to be. He exercises regularly, and eats perfectly balanced meals. It wouldn't do for him to be anything other than perfect, because that could risk himself and his unit of men. Pirates can cause trouble at any time, and so you need to always be ready.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ Mentally, Corwin certainly isn't doing as well as he is physically. He struggles. Having the ability to call one of his siblings on the den den if he needs them is about the only thing that keeps him going sometimes.

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ Corwin enjoys eating, and the cook they have onboard his ship cooks well so he has no complaints. He eats three meals per day, and often a smaller evening meal, since he doesn't sleep as much as he maybe should. He makes sure that the food is balanced, and the cook has those instructions particular for him.

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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ Corwin's memory is upsettingly accurate sometimes. He can remember things that he doesn't want to, in particular about his childhood, and he wishes that he could forget it. However, he doesn't take particular interest in remembering the names of those who work for him.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ Corwin doesn't sleep as much as he potentially should. He often sleeps just five or six hours, waking up early and often going to bed late. He has no particular reason for it, it's just something that he's used to. A habit he can't seem to break.

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[princessasmosprincess]

Hazel

I want to write something on Lisette and Kallios in the future so let me introduce you to another member of their household.

Hazel, she/her, Demon of Envy. She has a fox tail that is the same shade of purple as her hair that fades into black on the end and antlers like a Siberian deer.

Hazel has been working for Kallios' family since Kallios was very young. She's older than him but not super significantly, their age difference is like that of a child and their teen babysitter (which amounts to thousands of years since they're demons). She has a few younger siblings, and she viewed Kallios as family as well, she was deeply affected by his death.

When Kallios became the head of the family, he threw himself into his work, partially out of necessity since he had to do a lot of political work on his own, which meant fewer parties would happen at the estate. He didn't need very much staff around the house so he dismissed them or sent them off to work for his extended family, but he kept Hazel on as his housekeeper.

She's friends with Barbatos and takes any advice he gives. They might have tea together once a decade and chat or they might spend time together during a ball when their masters take on the role as hosts, but most of their interaction is when they cross paths briefly at the market.

Hazel isn't a full time RAD student but she will occasionally take a limited offered course to learn something new or attend a special lecture, especially anything taught by Barbatos. She has very powerful magic but not quite to Barbatos' level, which is one of the reasons she looks up to him and respects him so much.

Personality-wise she's on the quiet side, not because she's shy, she just only speaks if she has something to say. She can be opinionated at times, and a bit uptight and a perfectionist. Some might call her an ice queen but she is actually very affectionate to those she cares about. If she doesn’t like you, that's a you problem, she is a great judge of character which is why she and Lisette got along right away (not to mention how she clicked with Adamas pretty quickly too). She's very no-nonsense and isn't afraid to put you in your place if you're being dumb.

Get to Know My OC questions:

1. She loves tea of any kind and she's usually takes it black to enjoy the flavor. She also likes hot chocolate.

2. Favorite flavor: She doesn't prefer one over the other, in the meals she cooks she wants the flavors to all be complimentary so that's what she likes.

3. Favorite food: Roasted Black Tapir

4. Favorite meal: Breakfast

5. She doesn't dislike any foods or flavors.

6. She can tolerate spicy foods fine.

7. Favorite animal: Bats

8. She wears a black silk nightgown with lace trim to bed.

9. Before she was with Adamas she slept mostly on her back, but now she's always the little spoon.

10. She's a morning person.

11. Hazel is a heavy sleeper, once she's asleep she's out.

12. On a rainy day she'll open the curtains and listen to the rain and probably sit down with Lisette to enjoy some tea and mending clothes.

13. She'd never admit it out loud but her favorite scent is the smell of her husband, Adamas. She'd probably say the scent of freshly washed laundry instead.

14. She smells clean with a little hint of floral, maybe lilac.

15. She likes baths when she has the time for them.

16. Hazel is an amazing cook and she's always swapping recipes with Barbatos.

17. She likes late spring, early summer, for all the fresh fruits and vegetables and flowers.

18. Her favorite holiday is the Devildom's New Year.

19. She prefers giving gifts, it's a control thing.

20. Hazel is 5'4/162.5 cm

[tialinffxiv]

Kairen Edraith

Name: Kairen Edraith Race: Wildwood Elezen Gender: Male Age: 23 Name day: 22nd sun of 3rd umbral moon (21st June) Height: 202cm City-State: Gridania Class: Reaper, Summoner

Eyes: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other

Hair: blond | sandy | dark brown- dyed purple | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

Gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way |

Sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels |

Romantic Orientation: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels | other

Positive Traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

Negative Traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

Parents/Guardian: mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other

Sibling(s): 2 older sisters | older brother | none | other

Relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | verse dependent | other

I Have a(n): developmental disorder (ASD) | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorders | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other

TRAITS & TENDENCIES

disorganized / organized / in between close-minded / open-minded / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between sympathetic / unsympathetic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between hardworking / lazy / in between cultured / uncultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between

ABILITIES

COMBAT SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none LITERACY SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ARTISTIC SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none TECHNICAL SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS

Drinking Alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. Smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

~~ ~~ ~~ About his relations with Tia: He quite openly dislike Tia, with the deep-rooted hate, caused during his childhood. When his own mother was treating Tia much better than him, always putting the 9 years older boy on pedestal- while he was often pushed away, mostly due to his problems with learning and communicating. That unfairness became a source of his aversion and ongoing conflict. About his companions: As Reaper he called a voidsent to serve as his avatar- and because he was always fascinated by the void and everything that comes with it, he formed sort of friendship with it, letting it accompany him not only during battles. One day, his talented alchemist friend created a humanoid vessel for that voidsent and from now on Ava, the Miqo'te girl, is always at his side- be it in that form, as avatar or a black carbuncle. But Ava carried another soul with her- shard of her from the Source, named Kult, who happened to accidentally wander into the Void and was eventually killed. Kai himself also finds out that there's another soul following him- this time his own shard. A half-voidsent named Adam. Various facts: -Kai is autistic and has big issues with learning, reading (dyslexia), expressing himself etc; -he's a very picky eater and will rather starve than eat something that "doesn't feel right", however Adam keep eye on him to make sure he does eat enough; -he hates being touched by random people and only allows that to those who are close to him; -Adam, his shard, can "swap" with him, using Kai's body as vessel.

[winxngasks]

Winx Club Next-Gen AU: Miele/Jared’s Kids

Next up for the AU next-gen bios, we have the children of Miele and Jared! Originally had this one in my drafts since April of this year, but I didn’t get to adding all of the information in till just recently. Also, since this is the last of the ships I have planned for this AU, this will also be the last post that has a ship backstory. For the next few bios that aren’t necessarily a planned ship, I will most likely put a little information on what the parent’s life is like in the eldest kid’s bio. Just thought I would mention that as a heads-up!

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- Backstory: Sometime during Jared’s relationship with Alice they break up, as they both felt the love wasn’t quite there for them anymore. Eventually, Alice moves on and settles with Darko, while Jared just focuses on his specialist duties for a while. At the same time, Miele was looking to start dating and so her sister Flora helped her find a date, as she had more connections being the older and more experienced sister. After hearing that Jared became recently single, she got the idea to set them up on a blind date together as she thought they would be a sweet match together. During that first date and the ones they would have after they started to form a connection, both being sweethearts who still had their differences to keep things interesting in their relationship. After a few years of dating they eventually married and settled down with their own family together.

- Their Kids:

* Adeline

. Age: 16

. Magic Title: Fairy of Seasons

. Physical Description: short with a thick and chubby build that is a bit toned from her active lifestyle, long and curly orange hair, tan skin, hazel eyes

. Bio: Oldest child and daughter of Miele and Jared, currently attending Alfea. Adeline takes after her mother Miele greatly in terms of both looks and personality. She is a rather reckless and selfless person, always ready to jump into battle to protect those she cares about and to help save the world from evil forces, which often gets her into trouble sometimes as she is left more scuffed up than her teammates. She has also inherited a lot of her Miele’s bravery and attitude when she was her age, which ironically puts her at odds with her mother at times as she just wants Adeline to be safe and responsible. Very active and tomboyish, she likes to keep herself busy by participating in most of the sports Alfea offers and does not feel super comfortable in Linphea’s more ‘flowy’ fashion aesthetics with how they can restrict her movements. Which only sours her mood more that her fairy form includes a skirt, but she has learned to make her peace with it and fight in it the best she can. Although she is pretty close with her cousin Fawn, Adeline was actually determined to find her own path and people when she started at Alfea, instead of sticking by her cousin’s side all the time.

* Basil

. Age: 12

. Magic Title: none atm

. Physical Description: short with an average build that is a bit on the skinny side, short and fluffy reddish-brown hair, tan skin, amber eyes

. Bio: Middle child and only son of Miele and Jared, currently attending a regular public school. The most withdrawn and timid of the siblings, it is hard for him to speak up for his own interests but he does often work as the mediator with keeping the peace within his family. Gets along the most with his older cousin Alaine, as they both are both the most soft-spoken and awkward out of all the cousins, so they find it easier to talk to each other when at large family functions. When not attending to his schoolwork he can commonly be seen in either the garden or up in his room, studying up on and reading all about the different plants in the world, both those native to Linphea and those native to the different planets. While he hasn’t quite made up his mind on it yet, he has considered becoming a botanist in the future, so he can continue his study of plants. As he is only a preteen at the moment he has not shown any signs of potential magic, but he is not super fussed about it or about becoming a specialist instead, as he is more interested in attending Linphea College or a different, regular college instead when the time comes.

* Camellia

. Age: 8

. Magic Title: none atm

. Physical Description: short with an average build, shoulder-length and straight bluish-black hair, tan skin, bright green eyes

. Bio: Youngest child and daughter of Miele and Jared, currently attending a regular public school. Seems like your typical sweet and nice little girl, but she has a lot more spunk and sass to her that tends to throw people off upon first meeting her. Can also be described as a “weird girl”, as she has some unusual interests and eccentric ways of thinking and acting that have people consider her to be an enigma, but her out-of-the-box way of thinking makes her one of the smartest kids in her age group. Close with her cousin Sorrel, who doesn’t find her annoying like some of their other peers and actually goes along with her ideas, and Princess Dahlia as they have a lot of similarities but Camellia has a little more common sense than her to know when people are trying to mess with her. Has not shown any signs of magic yet as she is only a child, but she wouldn’t mind being either a fairy or witch in the future if she were to have magic.

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Chapter Contents

(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on Ao3

Rated M

It was often said that memories need to be shared, but Satoru was fairly certain that phrase wasn’t meant to be taken literally.

He would have to ask Shoko about this later.

For reasons unknown, whenever he held Hannah’s hand as she dreamt, he saw into what could only be her memories. It’d been going on for the past few nights and he still had difficulty reconciling with the fact nobody could see or hear him. His body walked through everything like a ghost.

So, where’d she take me this time?

The jujutsu sorcerer blinked and spun around.

Ormolu furniture. Colorful Savonnerie carpets. Curio tables showcasing topaz medallions, chunks of uncut aquamarines, and magenta spinels faceted to metal rods. A chimney fire burned brightly in its hearth, lighting the office space. Satoru spotted a man, studying what looked to be a raw sapphire under a magnifying glass. The gentleman was impeccably bespoked in a slate-grey suit and gold cufflinks. His raven black hair was perfectly coiffed and un-receding. His waistline didn’t show signs of a glutton. However, his many jeweled fingers, one of which showed a gold siren wrapped around his pinkie, gave him away. Satoru grimaced.

It was Lord Jacob Thames, albeit a younger, much slimmer, and far more handsomer Thames than Satoru remembered. Practically unrecognizable.

There was a knock at the door.

A lanky butler entered the room. Satoru could see the mounds of sweat collecting above his brow. His gloved hands shook. He was beyond nervous and had every right to be.

“Collins,” barked the earl, still looking through the magnifying glass. “What the devil took so long?”

“M-My sincere apologies, milord,” stammered the butler, stooping low into a bow. “The girl only just arrived.”

The earl’s expression became shrewd, magnifying glass clanging to his desk. “Well, don’t just stand there,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. “Send her in.”

The butler dashed aside for a tiny auburn haired girl, no older than four, to step into the room. They’d stuffed her in a mustard colored jumper three sizes too big to adequately fit her doll-like frame, giving her the appearance of a ruffian. Her eyes were equally as apprehensive as the butler’s.

“Leave us.”

The head servant scurried out and closed the door, leaving the young girl and earl alone.

“Do you know where you are?”

Hannah’s hazel-green eyes deferred from the rubies glittering in a display case, and glanced up at the earl. “W-Wasserton, sir. Wasserton House.”

“Did the nuns tell you that, or the house staff?”

Abashed, the girl looked down at her tiny shoes and bit her lip.

Lord Thames observed this and hummed, nodding. “Then do you know who I am?”

The girl looked up. “You’re Lord Thames, ninth Earl of Graivmor and current owner of the estate,” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “They say you’re my uncle.”

Lord Thames unveiled the lighter in his pocket and casually lit a cigar as though he hadn’t heard her. Pretty well spoken for a four year old, he thought. How irritating. The earl exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and sneered.

“I didn’t want to bring you here,” he said, giving the cigar another puff. “But laws are laws, and God knows I have enough shit to worry about than arguing with a bunch of meddlesome priests, who feel it is their job to lecture me on ‘mercy’ and ‘forgiveness’ on behalf of my whore excuse of a sister.” The earl grew more impassioned as he said this, speaking ill of his deceased sibling as though she were an apostate. There was no remorse in the brother’s eyes, Satoru could see. This was a man unwilling to forgive and punish his own niece in the process. “So let me be clear,” he continued, getting his nose right up to the girl. Satoru felt the urge to reach out and pull her back. “During your stay, you are to remain in the servants quarters. At no point are you to step foot in the upper rooms, unless I bid it,” his voice deepened, “You are not to be seen. You are not to be heard. These visits are out of obligation and nothing more,” he paused for a final moment, “Do you understand?”

Hannah‘s frightened eyes stared into his, her lips quivering. It wasn’t really a question.

“Y-Yes, sir. I understand.”

The earl smiled. “Splendid.”  He walked behind his desk and pressed a button. The butler re-emerged from the door. “Now, get out — and Collins.”

Collins stood at attention. “Yes, milord?”

The earl flicked his fingers, indicating he wanted a word in private. Both Satoru and butler came forward, bending their ears to listen. “If you or the staff notice anything…off about the child,” Lord Thames grumbled, glancing briefly at the girl waiting by the door. “Do let me know.”

The butler dipped his head. “Of course, sir.”

The servant swiveled around and guided Hannah down the hallway to the servant’s quarters. The fire crackled in its hearth and the earl settled back into his chair, puffing away on his cigar. He studied the signet on his pinkie for a moment longer and muttered something before the first memory faded to black.

“You’ll be the death of me, Elizabeth.”

The office dissolved into smoke.

As if watching a film reel, Satoru suddenly fast-forwarded to when Hannah was lodging at a boarding school in Germany. She looked to be about seven years old, so small you’d think her growth had been stunted. She was easily the smallest of the children and routinely bullied. From what Satoru could tell, she was the only living soul who could see cursed spirits.

During this particular memory, Satoru witnessed Hannah becoming too afraid to step inside after recess because a curse, grade 3 or above, was hovering above the entrance, a rarity in Europe. She wanted to warn the other children to get away, but they didn't see anything other than a petrified girl, staring wide-eyed at thin air. So they laughed.

One older boy laughed louder than the rest and got right in Hannah’s face, taunting the girl in high-pitched German while spitting on her cheeks. Satoru didn’t know what the kid was saying, but he would’ve loved nothing more than to hoist the snot-nosed brat up the highest flagpole by the seams of his underpants and watch him cry like a baby for someone to get him down. Yeah, see if he’d be laughing then, the prick.

Meanwhile, none of the other children rushed to Hannah’s aid, gawking and circling around the little girl like vultures. If he were in her place, Satoru would see to it that these losers couldn’t speak to him like that without gaining a black eye because the only way to deter a bully was to make it clear they couldn’t bully you. Satoru was lost as to why Hannah didn’t fight back, taking their insults the way sorbothane absorbed shock waves; No retaliation. No snide, witty comeback, her fearful eyes too focused on the curse preparing to lunge at any given moment. Why was she showing kindness to people who didn’t deserve it?

A teacher entered the fray, putting an end to the torture session. All the children were assembled inside, but Hannah was sent to her room for some inexplicable reason, which almost had Satoru crying foul. The curse had flown off.

Satoru trailed Hannah to her room which was kept separate from the others, likely due to the terrible screaming brought on by the visions. Originally a janitor's closet, the lonely bedroom still shelved outdated cleaning supplies, coated in dust. The sun was starting to set. The ceiling lamp hanging above them emitted little to no light, but Satoru’s Six Eyes saw the twin-sized mattress stationed in the far corner below a small arching window. Forming a line along the windowsill were several seashells and rocks collected from the beach, and underneath the bed Satoru spied three heavy textbooks: The Lost Book of Herbal Remedies, Exploring Creation with Botany, and Basilius Besler’s second edition of Florilegium. Not exactly light reading for a seven year old. Wonder how she got them.

While sent to her room as punishment (supposedly), Hannah was in no mood for repentance. She was too busy fussing with a bundle of blankets and rags knotted together to form a long rope. Looping one end of the rope over the bedpost, Satoru watched her pry open the latch and throw the other end out the window along with an empty rucksack, letting it wave outside like a victory banner. She gave the rope a good tug.

It held.

With relative ease, Hannah crouched through the open window, held tight to the knotted rags, and planted her feet on the brick wall to support her legs, and like a spider attached to its spinneret, she carefully lowered her tiny body down the rope, one step after the other, and dropped to the ground when the blankets went no further, opting to land on her side and roll several times to lessen the impact. Suffering no broken bones, the little girl flew to her feet, grabbed the empty rucksack she had haphazardly thrown out the window, and ran for the coastline up ahead. Never more than a couple steps behind, Satoru witnessed his young wife trip a grand total of five times before they neared the beach, hearing her soft giggles ringing in the blustery air at her own clumsiness, glad to be free from that penitentiary excuse of a school.

As they reached the coast, a flock of seagulls were feasting on some helpless crustaceans washed ashore by the tide. Little Hannah charged at the seabirds, breaking into a bellyful of laughter as they scattered, her smile positively infectious. There’s a gap between her teeth, Satoru thought.

Approaching the water, the seven year old knelt to remove her worn leather shoes and bloodied socks.

Hold on. Bloodied?

Satoru failed to hide his unease at seeing the cuts, some of which were still bleeding. He didn’t know it then, but the other kids liked to put glass shards in her shoes and sometimes Hannah forgot to check before slipping them on. Why hadn’t he noticed them earlier? Though she didn’t seem the least bit concerned about the lacerations and welcomed the salty waves to fold from blue to white around her toes and wash away the blood. Satoru winced. Salt water and open cuts didn’t exactly mix well. Didn’t that hurt?

Evidently not.  

When the waves receded, Hannah’s feet were looking a lot better - Actually, scratch that - They appeared almost fully healed. Weird. Maybe it was all that excess dried blood. Satoru wasn’t sure.

Anywho, once cleaned, Hannah stuffed her blood-stained socks inside her shoes, placing them both in her rucksack. Her hazel eyes then darted animatedly from left to right, scouring the shore for anything valuable she might find. Using her bare hands she began digging holes in the wet sand, sifting through the many fish bones, bird feathers, and plastic bottles, until she unearthed what looked to be a round husk the size of a baseball; an old abalone from the looks of it. The shell was rough and ugly, like the jagged rocks buffering the waves, but hidden inside the shell lay the covetous mother-of-pearl found on dish cabinets and lacquered furnishings. Whether Hannah knew this was anyone’s guess, but the fact she dropped the abalone into her rucksack implicated as much; Another addition for her windowsill.

Husband and wife spent the remainder of that evening digging for seashells. Well, Hannah dug and Satoru watched, using his Six Eyes to spot the better looking ones.

“No, here, Hannah,” he would laugh, pointing to the ground. “There’s more over here. See?” But the child walked right through him. This was a memory, after all. He wasn’t actually there. Never had been, though he was enjoying this excursion more than he should’ve, watching the smiling girl loot the beach for buried treasure. As Hannah found new sand to plunder, the world's strongest sorcerer took a moment to appreciate the view, taking off his shoes for the heck of it.

While these weren’t his memories, Satoru could easily imagine the ocean spray hitting his face as wave after thundering wave pounded against the rocky bluffs up coast. The sun sparkled atop the water and clouds creamed the sky in hues of gold and pink from the oncoming sunset. Wow. Which part of the Atlantic was this again? The Baltic? If given the chance, Satoru would stare out at it for hours, contemplating the deeper meaning of life. He felt a presence standing next to him and turned to see who it was.

Time skipped. Hannah was no longer a care-free seven year old with a gap between her teeth, but a beautiful woman yet to be his bride. She was still short, of course, barely reaching his chest. The setting sun picked up the red in her braided hair. He could see the green in her hazel eyes and the cute freckles dotting across her nose, but something wasn't right. Like him, she too was staring out at the sea, except she wasn’t smiling anymore. The rucksack carried around her shoulders was gone. Her expression held no emotion, as if all the happiness she exuded from earlier had been sucked right out of her.

He couldn’t distinguish the twisted feeling in his gut when that first tear fell. No, don’t. His hand lifted to wipe it away. I hate seeing you cry. Just as his fingers brushed against her cheeks, however, a panicked voice called out from afar.

“Hannah!”

Satoru froze and pivoted to see a middle-aged nun hobbling up the beach, her brown veil flying every which way in the breeze as she frantically called Hannah's name.

Meanwhile, Hannah hurriedly dried her eyes. “Hier drüben, Schwester Hilda,” she called back, raising her arm to get the nun’s attention.

Hearing her voice, Sister Hilda turned and placed a hand over her heart. “Gott sei Dank!” she exclaimed in relief and raced to them as fast as she could, her brown veil billowing in the wind, “Wir haben dich überall gesucht. Wie oft haben wir es dir schon gesagt. Kein weglaufen.”

Satoru saw the way Hannah’s shoulders slumped. “Es tut mir leid,” she answered apologetically.

The nun waved her over, shaking her head. “Schnell, schnell,” she placed an arm around the young woman, ushering her back inside. “Es ist nicht sicher.”

Hannah obeyed like the good girl she was and together they walked back the direction they had come, taking no notice of the jujutsu sorcerer standing near.

Satoru didn’t understand a lick of German, but the desperation ringing in the poor nun’s voice unsettled him. Surely, Hannah was just wanting some fresh air. What could be wrong with that? Why the urgency?

He caught one last wisp of auburn, before the two women disappeared beneath the sand dunes and tall sea grass. A storm loomed beyond the shore. The sun dipped below the water. And the memory faded to black.  

Satoru then found himself standing outside an old farmhouse. The air was chilly and a dense fog overtook the acres of forest as night became dawn. It smelled of mulch and aging wood. A rooster crowed in the background. Nope, definitely not the Baltic.

A teenage Hannah emerged from the farmhouse, equipped in a plaid button-down flannel and denim overalls. Her rubber boots squeaked atop the dew covered grass as she carried an empty tin bucket up to the barn, a bright red bandana covering her hair. For a shortie she was hightailing it pretty good. Satoru had to break into a light trot. Why so fast?

“Salut, Charlie. Clyde,” she greeted quietly upon sliding the barn doors open, almost completely out of breath.

Two of the most humongous looking draft horses Satoru had ever seen, each strong enough to pull a freight car, stuck out their heads from behind their stalls, ears perking at the sound of their names. The young girl stood on her tiptoes and offered her knuckles to one of the gentle giants, looking like a fairy as its massive muzzle nudged her hand and sniffed. The creepy thing about this was when the horse’s eyes followed Satoru as he walked by. It could see him, but Hannah was too busy to notice and returned carrying a large bale of hay. She broke down the hay-bale and loaded the grass into Clyde’s trough, doing the same for Charlie. Lifting the lid off a long plastic bin, Hannah scooped some grain for each horse and observed the geldings munching away as she checked their water supply and shoveled their manure before opening the neighboring stall on the right.

“Désolée, Bertha,” she whispered.

Bertha, a brown dairy cow getting on in years, mooed lowly at the girl, unhappy she hadn’t been milked at her usual hour. Hannah quickly fed the cow similarly to the horses and grabbed the empty bucket she’d brought up the hill and set to placing her rear on an old wooden stool. She slid the empty bucket underneath the cow, strapped on a pair of latex gloves from her back pocket, and commenced to milking. It was quite the exercise, applying just the right pressure on the udder with her thumb and index to squeeze, but Hannah handled it like a pro. Satoru was so absorbed by the fact that his wife knew how to milk a frickin’ cow, he didn’t notice the tiny grey kitten attempting to eat his shoelaces, only to come up short.

“Oi, quit it,” he muttered, kicking the little beast away with his shoe, which did absolutely nothing. These were limited edition. “Scram.”

The kitten peered up at the Six Eyes wielder with big round eyes too large for its small fluffy head and released the tiniest “mew.” Hannah stopped milking.

“Well, there you are,” she cooed in English, having discovered the feline wallowing alone in the corner. “Que fais-tu là-bas, hmm?” She took off one of her latex gloves and lowered a hand for the baby to sniff. “Where are the rest?”

The rest? Satoru’s Six Eyes were drawn to the stacks of hay-bales lining the wall to his right. Suspicious, he transitioned to infrared and spied four orange blobs hiding amongst the bales.  

Knowing what to do, Hannah stood up from the wooden stool, grabbed an empty bowl from a shelf nearby,  and crouched under Bertha, squirting some milk into the bowl till it filled halfway and placing it on the ground. “Bon appetit,” she sang.

The kittens came scampering, toppling over each other like furry rollie pollies to see who could get to the bowl first, their fur matted with straw and dust.

“Heathens,” Satoru chuffed, shaking his head and watching the siblings fight over their food like a pride of lions at the zebra kill. Obviously Hannah didn’t hear this comment, but giggled as though she had. A bell alerted them to the changing of the hour. They had thirty minutes.

Quickly, Hannah covered the milk bucket with a cloth as best she could, locked Bertha’s stall door behind her, and rushed out the barn, leaving the animals to eat their breakfast in peace. The way she maneuvered down the uneven slope, it was a miracle the milk didn’t slosh everywhere. She reconvened inside the motherhouse and inadvertently led Satoru to the kitchen. He watched her hoist the bucket over a marble countertop, cracked in the center from an accident gone awry - either that or the surface was too old - and began raiding the cupboards. Finding a metal strainer, she whipped out a clean glass jug from the bottom drawers and (shakily) poured the raw milk into the jug to be pasteurized later, leaving the strainer to trap all the excess fat used to make cheese and butter. Satoru didn’t see her pause to take a breath. Twisting a lid on the jug and plopping the fat in its own container, she placed both produce in the fridge next to the fresh eggs. The dirty bucket and strainer were left in the sink. Hannah washed her hands and eyeballed the clock. Ten minutes.

Trying not to make too much noise, she tiptoed up the stairs to her bedroom, a monastic cell less than premium, and quietly shut the door behind her with a soft “click.” Now, it was at this point Satoru should’ve known better. He should’ve known women need their privacy, but since he could see through clothing anyway, the message failed to register. Hannah was already shimmying out of her overalls, naked in only her bra and underwear, till the Six Eyes wielder got the hint and turned to face the wall. Whoops. He could already envision Utahime landing a scathing slap across his cheek. “Pervert.” All he was missing was a dunce cap.

Waiting to recover his wounded sense of pride, Satoru focused on the rustling of fabric as Hannah changed and the sound of tiny beads rattling against each other. He glanced over his shoulder.

His mouth parted.

Her red bandana had been replaced with a white coif and veil, hiding her auburn hair. The plaid flannel and overalls were now a long black robe, poncho'd in a sleeveless tunic. A belt of rosary beads cinched her waist as she strapped on a pair of velcro-laced shoes typically worn by old people. The novitiate standing before him gave Satoru pause.

It could’ve been so different, he thought, struggling to wrap his head around the blatant concept; Hannah? A nun? He wasn’t sure he liked that idea. Not that he felt entitled to criticize the lifestyle itself. How people choose to live their lives was their business, and if it left them fulfilled, then more power to them, but he couldn’t picture Hannah as a nun. Like so much about these memories, it felt…wrong.

She didn’t belong here.

In those clothes.

In that veil.

You’re mine.

No mirror to check her reflection, Hannah flattened the creases in her habit as best she could, sighed a deep breath, and opened the door.

Having been following the Eightfold Path since he could crawl, Satoru had only stepped foot inside a church twice. Once when he was sent to retrieve (kidnap) Amanai from school, and the other on his wedding day. He and Hannah were the last to arrive at the chapel, joining the other twelve or so nuns praying solemnly in the pews. Their veils weren’t white like Hannah’s, Satoru noted, but funeral black. A priest sauntered in shortly afterwards, wearing green vestments while holding the Gospels over his head as the nun’s lead a processional hymn.

The Mass was terribly dull and lasted way too long. He was bored through most of it, not knowing French or Latin, though Hannah’s singing rang out like soft chimes in the small church, which was pleasant enough. He resorted to counting the cracks in the ceiling as the service dragged on and on. When the priest held up the offerings for the consecration and everyone got on their knees, Satoru walked right in front of the altar, leaned real close, and squinted hard. So this was their God, eh? Some flat bread and fermented grape juice. Yup, Christians sure were weird.

The end of Mass was followed by the Abess reading from the pulpit along with a short sermon and more prayer. He was glad when it was over.

Released from their purgatory, Hannah was allotted a quick breakfast - a baguette slice with a dollop of freshly churned butter and a soft boiled egg - which she devoured ravenously. Then on to lessons.

The teenager went back to her room for a satchel and trudged up a flight of stairs to the attic, where a nun welcomed her with a smile, gesturing to the vacant desk centered in front of a large chalkboard. Geometry. That was the lesson for today it seemed. Good, a subject Satoru actually liked. It would be Medieval History at one o’clock, however; Mmm, not so good. He peered over Hannah’s notes as she jotted everything her instructor wrote on the chalkboard. Aha, so she’s a leftie. Interesting.

Hannah was scrubbing floors next. Although the brush she was given looked more like a brick and washed like one too. The bristles were dense from re-hardened soap, effectively becoming a thick block of lard. Kind of gross really. The sound the brush made as it scraped along the floorboards had his skin crawling, but Satoru didn’t want to mosey off somewhere and leave her. What the hell were these floors made out of anyway? Finishing her scrubbing, Hannah tucked any loose strands of auburn back under her veil and glanced up at the clock above the door mantle. The bell rang. Time for, you guessed it, more prayer.

After the office of the None, Satoru was willing to theorize whether bashing his head upside the wall, really, really, hard would help wake him from this snooze fest, but naturally no wall was impenetrable. He walked through every solid object, every person, lurking anonymously wherever Hannah went like an invisible shadow. Seriously, where’s the exit? All this loitering about was making him hungry and some deep-fried manju would be really good right about now.

At three o’clock following lunch, Hannah was tending to the vegetable gardens outside: carrots, potatoes, cabbage, turnips, other bulbs and tubers. She had to change back into her overalls and rubber boots. The sun was sweltering down on them (her) like a tanning bed, but the heat didn’t seem to affect her none. Satoru watched the teenager parse a handful of dirt between her fingers, testing the fertilizer and de-weeding the ground, making sure the cabbages were watered by their roots so the leaves wouldn’t catch a fungal infection. A sweet smile graced her lips. She looks natural, Satoru thought; Gardening.

The evening slowed to a snail’s pace once Hannah changed back into her habit and communed with the other sisters inside the chapel, which Satoru gathered was meant for, what, choir practice? The nuns formed three rows, opened their hymnal books, and began singing in unison before breaking into separate harmonies. Hannah’s sweet soprano came out like distilled water, crisp and clearer than the rest. The Abbess would stop them if the piece was sung even a little out of key and force them to repeat the verse. This went on for roughly an hour, ending the day with a perfect “Salve Regina.”

Hannah returned her hymnal on a shelf with the others, waved goodbye to the nuns, and made the silent pilgrimage back to her cell. Under the aid of candlelight, she spent her last waking hours finishing homework and repairing the holes she’d torn in her overalls with a thread and needle, pricking her fingers a couple times as she stitched. She didn’t change out of her habit and veil. Instead, the teenager blew out her candle, slipped off her shoes, and crash landed onto the bed with a resounding ‘whop,’ knowing it would start all over again come break of morning and there’d be no escaping it. Not once had she complained. Not once had she tarried or refused the work.

Her lids slowly closed.

A bell tolled in the distance.

Everything faded to black again.

A few seconds passed and soon the cold stench of antiseptic stung Satoru’s nose and tongue like salt inhalants, along with a sharp tang reminiscent of something metal. The black void surrounding him materialized into placid white ceilings above placid white walls on placid white floors. The window outside showed a wintry scene with snow falling to the ground, while a skeletal figure slept on a bed beside beeping machinery, an IV dripping into a vein that wasn’t blown. His skin looked as though it hadn’t been washed in days, growing dry and leathery with patches collecting on his bedsheets like dandruff, and his face was so gaunt from weight loss that Satoru could see every protruding bone jutting around his cheeks and eye sockets. Although, he was most alarmed by the man’s jaw. It hung in such a grotesque angle that it was likely impossible for him to close it, making him appear as though he were left permanently screaming in a Van Gogh painting. The dude was in rough shape. Satoru estimated he didn’t have much longer.

“Good morning, Richard,” Hannah chimed, wheeling in a cart topped with a meal tray and towels. She was still in a white coif and veil, except she wore a white knee-length dress and tights with a Red Cross on her chest. The makings of a hospice nurse.

Richard initially didn’t stir or open his eyes, enticing Hannah to lean over the bed and gently tap his arm. “Richard,” she whispered. “It's morning now. Time to get up.”

The man opened his eyes in a panic, looking utterly confused, not knowing where he was. Hannah rushed to comfort him. “My name’s Hannah, Richard, remember? Han-nah? I’m the one taking care of you.”

For a moment Richard managed to make eye contact, but he was incapable of seeing the woman. The cataracts clouding his vision were too thick, and judging from his odd behavior, his hearing was probably deteriorating as well. Hannah eventually succeeded in settling him down, his mouth still hanging agape.

“Alright, we’re going to lift you up now,” she said as another woman in a veil and dress entered the room, and together the two caretakers worked to carefully flip the man on his side. Richard moaned in pain, his emaciated body too weak and feeble to do anything, no muscle to pull himself up. He was bare underneath the hospital gown. Satoru could see the bedsores blotching his heels from being confined to the mattress for so long and watched Hannah gingerly remove the soiled underpad from him and wipe his bottom and drain the collection bag from his catheter before changing the bedding. The smell alone would’ve left Satoru gagging, but like two well-oiled machines, neither hospice nurse so much as coughed. Fully cleaned, they placed the man back down on the hospital bed. The other nurse took the dirty sheets to be washed and entrusted her colleague to finish the rest.  

Keeping him warm, Hannah draped a new blanket over the man. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?” she soothed, tucking in the edges like a mother would her child. She was so patient. “Are you hungry?”

A vacant look in his eyes, the cripple responded with a gurgling noise from the back of his throat. What that meant, Satoru didn’t know. Hannah brought the cart over to his side and parted the lid off the tray and — Aw, man. What the fuck was that supposed to be? Oatmeal? Who in their right mind would eat that?

From there, Satoru found it very difficult to watch Hannah try and spoon feed the dying man. He couldn’t chew or swallow the porridge correctly, wearing most of the mush on his chin, but Hannah cleaned it up with a napkin and threw the plastic spoon away after four small bites. That was it. The man would eat no more and quickly shut his eyes and fell asleep, fatigue winning over.

I’d rather they put a gun to my head, Satoru thought grimly, moved with pity for the man. The youth always think they’ll live forever, quick to forget that all things must come to an end. Would this be his, he wondered.  A slow, agonizing death, with no one but a sweet orphaned nurse to care for him? Afterall, when you die, you die alone, right?

As her final act of kindness, Hannah wheeled the meal cart to the corner, washed her hands and arms in the sink, and made herself comfy in the closest chair near Richard’s bed. Crossing her legs, she flipped open a little pocket book from her skirt, and stayed by his side until the moon’s pale face shown out the window, falling asleep in the chair.

The hospital room faded from view.

Chapter Contents

[drippingmusicvince]

was that [ THOMAS DOHERTY ] spotted down at the shoreline of east hamptons main beach? must just be, [ VINCENT RHODES ] the [ TWENTY-EIGHT ] year old [ MUSICIAN/BARTENDER ]. whenever i hear [  TAKE ME TO THE TOP - MÖTLEY CRÜE ] it reminds me of them. they are known for being [ RECKLESS ] but they make up for that by being [ KINDHEARTED  ]. they have been living in the hamptons for [ TWO YEARS ].

full name ➵ vincent rhodes

nicknames ➵ vince

birthday ➵ december 11th

age ➵ twenty-eight

gender identity ➵ cismale

pronouns ➵ he/him/his

sexual orientation ➵ unlabelled

place of birth ➵ london, england

current location ➵ the hamptons, long island

occupation ➵ musician/bartender

education ➵ studied some criminal justice in college

languages ➵ english, spanish, french (a little bit), italian, & is learning sign language. 

pets ➵ white husky named arctic “arc” rhodes

APPEARANCE

face claim ➵ thomas doherty

height ➵ 6'2"ft

eye colour ➵ hazel

hair colour ➵ dark brown

tattoos ➵ various across his body

piercings ➵ ears and nose,thinking of getting either a lip or eyebrow piercing next

defining features ➵ glasses/sun glasses (occasionally), cheekbones, smile

PERSONALITY

temperament ➵ extrovert

hogwarts house ➵ gryffindor 

mental disorders ➵ anxiety

habits ➵ smoking & drinking

positive traits ➵ enthusiastic, kindhearted, carefree, 

negative traits ➵ temperamental, reckless, self destructive, 

QUICK BIOGRAPHY:  (tw: death mention)

childhood➵ he was born in a family that did not have much to their name, even less of a name to society, and he was the middle child of his siblings. before his dad passed, when vincent was ten years old, he shared his passion for music with his children as much as he could. vincent was the one who picked it up most and almost instantly fell in love with playing the guitar, and the idea of being in a band one day. he grew up listening to a lot of 80s heavy metal/music and watching a lot of older movies. when his dad passed due to a terrible car accident, vincent ended up turning a bit more rebellious than anyone could have expected. 

home life/school life ➵ the older vincent got the less he liked being called vincent and preferred “vince” instead. things at home became harder as he became more of a rebel, much to his mothers dismay, he had a run in with the law once or twice. things in school were surprisingly good, vince was actually very smart and often came out top of his class. he was easy to get along with and made friends with almost anyone. there were times he got into fights, suspended too, but ultimately he did end up passing in the top of his class. 

dreams ➵ vince has always dreamed of two things; becoming a rockstar in a rockin’ band & becoming a forensic scientist and help solve crime cases. because of life neither one of those has been achieved just yet, but he continues to work on it! he now lives in the the hamptons with his husky named arctic, or arc, and works as a bartender at one of the bars by the beach. he’s happy though or so he says!

CONNECTIONS

childhood friend➵ could be online too! just someone who has known him for a long time and has a close bond with him would be nice <3!

ex(s) ➵ anyone who either ended on good or bad terms! could’ve been a long distance relationship or something local. (0/2)

pen pal ➵ someone he’s kept in touch with over seas and maybe convinced him the hamptons were a good spot to move to! they would have a close friendship :)!

band mates ➵ he would play the bass but he’s looking for a drummer, a lead singer, & lead guitarist. 

more ➵ anything else that is plotted! would love more connections <3!

[spllbound]

(  KATIE  DOUGLAS,  NINETEEN  )     ⸻     it's  not  often  that  you  hear  muggle  music  in  the  halls  and  corridors  of  hogwarts  but  when  you  hear  there  she  goes  by  the  la's,  you  know  that  it's  CIRILLA 'CIRI' BELBY.  the  fourth  year  ravenclaw  is  known  around  the  grounds  as  being  PROTECTIVE  ,  INQUISITIVE  and  CLEVER  but  if  you  know  them  really  well,  you  know  they  can  be  very  ELUSIVE.  there  have  been  some  whispers  that  their  family  are  siding  with  the  light  but  right  now,  all  we  truly  know  is  that  this  year  is  going  to  be  very  different.      ⸻     (  lemon  ,  23  ,  gmt  -  8  ,  she  /  her  ,  none  )

STATISTICS.

full  name   :   cirilla delilah belby

nicknames  ,   aliases   :   ciri

age   :   nineteen

house   :   ravenclaw

bloodstatus : half-blood ( pureblood father , half-blood mother )

skill : animagus , registered ( bear )

birthplace   :   london , england

gender  +  pronouns   :   cis  woman  , she + her

orientation   :   undetermined

father   :   damocles belby

mother   :   rosmeri figarello

siblings   :   sierra belby

extended  family   :   the belby family

height   :   five  foot

hair  color   :   brunette

eye  color   :   hazel

cirilla was born to the renowned damocles belby and his wife rosemeri figarello seven years before he would create the wolfsbane potion . his potion , while a godsend to lycans abound wasn't created by sheer good will . see , cirilla has an older sister , sierra , and when she was nine and ciri five cirilla was attacked by a werewolf near the belby estate after she had snuck out at night to catch fireflies . the attack left sierra extremely scarred and since she survived the attack , a werewolf . ciri was too young at the time to know what was going on with her sister , only that there were certain days that sierra would have to go downstairs to the cellar and not be seen again until the next day .

unbeknownst to cirilla , her father , damocles , was creating a potion . his aim was to find a cure for lycanthropy , to give his daughter back a normal life , but his efforts failed . there was no magic powerful enough to do that -- but perhaps there was magic that could help in some way . sierra told her father how she wished she could keep her mind when she turned , and that's when an idea struck him . he could help the werewolves keep their human facilities . prevent the animal from taking control and causing destruction

and with that he succeeded . he created the wolfsbane potion after two long years , his own daughter his willing test subject . as hard as that might be to understand , they had little choice . when he was sure of his creation and the potions success he announced it to the world , setting his name in the history of the wizarding world and giving his daughter something to ease her fears . as ciri grew up she and her sister became very close , and despite her being younger , it was always end up being ciri who stepped in to defend her sister from those who would say hurtful things about her condition . she felt sorrow for her older sister who would wander the estate's grounds on the night of the full moon , alone but with her human mind . how hard that must've been for her . so ciri wanted to do something about that .

with her father's blessing and assistance , she began the process to becoming an animagus so that she could accompany her sister on the nights of the full moon . it was a long process , tiring , and she nearly gave up a few times but she did it . at the age of fourteen she became an animagus . a remarkable feet , but what was even more remarkable was her form . her animagus took on the form of a bear , a fully sized , american brown bear . bigger than she was in her human appearance . for the years in which ciri attended hogwarts alongside her sister she would be with her on the nights of the full moon , keeping her company and keeping to the safe parts of the forbidden forest .

it wasn't much of a surprise that cirilla was sorted into ravenclaw , what was surprising was her interest in and talent for quidditch . she didn't come from a sporty family , and had never shown much interest in it until she arrived there . but she was determined to join the team her second year , as it was full in her first . ciri was incredibly nimble and quick on the broom , her small stature allowing her to remain unseen for just fleeting moments --- but long enough to catch sight of the snitch and grasp it .

she's a member of the potions club as she inherited her father's skills to potion craft , she often makes wolfsbane potions and sends them home to her sister who graduated hogwarts last year . she knows that there's already plenty available to her but she wants to feel helpful .