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mattzerella-sticks · 6 years ago

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Returning to Normal (Dean/Cas Coda to 14x13 “Lebanon”)

Castiel was confused - having missed the Winchester Family Reunion. Dean filled him in on what he missed, and then what he missed out on. It's everything Castiel wanted. And the best part: it won't fade away. They'll make sure of it.

Castiel could not meet Dean’s eyes. Instead, he focused on the store across the street, watched as the heavyset, balding man puttered around closing up shop. Dean’s presence was heavy next to him, and his soul’s glow pulsing a warm, tumultuous wave that grounded him.

When he inquired what happened, again, Dean answered through avoidance, asking if he wanted some air. Air was not a necessity for him, his grace making sure of that. But Dean’s gaze pleaded for an escape, half enshrouded by a purple welt and frightful cut. He agreed, on the condition Dean let Castiel fix his wounds. After a gentle touch, they were back out the door and heading towards the Impala.

They didn’t talk the entire ride. Dean sat, his focus fixed firmly on the road ahead while Castiel’s was on him. When they pulled into the heart of Lebanon, Dean parked. “I… I feel like walking,” he said, “I’ll tell the story, Cas. Promise. I just… I need to walk.”

They stopped a little after reaching the cinema. By then, Castiel could barely keep moving, his legs giving out under him. He was lucky for the bench, even luckier that Dean guided him there with one hand on his back and the other on his arm.

“Cas?” Dean asked after a long while of stillness, “You there buddy?”

Castiel shook his head, clearing away the fog that settled. He apologized.

Dean chuckled. “It’s okay,” he said, “I don’t blame you. This… even I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this. And I was the one who lived through it.”

“Barely,” Castiel muttered, “If Sam hadn’t… then I -”

Dean glanced over, and Castiel quickly ducked away. He wanted to hide the tremble of his lips, the downward crest of his brow, and eyes so dull a blue they were practically dead. In an odd sort of luck, Dean noticed them all.

“It’s not your fault,” Dean whispered, “That… that wasn’t you.”

Castiel both hated and loved how well Dean knew him. No matter how he tried, Dean could sense when Castiel’s mood fell as easy as the wind shifted. He could blow as hard as he wanted, but Dean would never turn away.

“But it was me, in a way,” Castiel told him, “A me that existed… only years ago. When I hadn’t discovered… humanity.” He let a word slip away into the ether, but Dean tensed as if Castiel said it anyway.

“Yeah,” he coughed out, “And I’m… I’m glad you did.”

They drifted back into silence. In it, the man across the street finished closing his shop, waving goodbye to Dean on his way down the street. A few minutes later, an older woman with large glasses passed their way as well. She chatted with Dean for a few seconds, Dean drawing forward his stadium lighting smile at her approach. Peeking Castiel’s way every few seconds, however, she bid them both goodnight with an extra special wink towards Dean.

“Gotta love the ol’ gal,” Dean huffed, leaning back into his seat. He looked to Castiel, a thin line of nerves where his mouth is. “She – uh… she’s sort of invested in my personal life,” he shrugged, “If you were wondering what that was all about.”

Castiel smiled the easiest he had the entire night. “It’s nice that you’ve settled into a life here.”

“You mean Dean Campbell has,” he corrected, “I doubt anyone would want to talk to me if they realized I’m a dead felon with a rap sheet longer than the Empire State Building.”

“So it’s nearly as tall as I was?”

Dean blinked at him, confused, before breaking into a snort. “Right, I forgot… true form.” He grins, “Not for nothing, Cas, but you could pop up in all your angelic glory, with as many heads as you want, and this’ll always be your true form to me.”

Castiel agreed with him. “It may not have all the power, but I’d rather have the comfort it grants me. Besides, there are many things I can do with this body that would be hard to do if I was a gigantic mass of light and wavelengths.”

“Like what?”

He avoided the question as easily as Dean did his earlier. “So, with John back in the past… what are you going to do now?”

Dean raised a brow at him. He answered, “What we were doin’ before. Searching for ways to boot Michael out of my head for good.”

“No, I mean… what are you going to do now?”

It was a loaded question, but one that weighed heavily on Castiel’s mind the entirety of Dean’s story. There was no secret that John Winchester’s presence shadowed many of the brothers’ choices. And when Castiel walked into the Bunker, he noticed how both of them seemed like a weight was lifted off their chest. Breathing easily for the first time in their lives.

Dean cleared his throat. “I’m… I’m gonna keep chugging along, same as always.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. There was a… was a thought that maybe Sam and I… that we could send Dad back to – back to before all this began. Maybe fix it so our lives weren’t at the center of every damned apocalypse but… I’ve gotten used to having the world on my shoulders. I still have Sam… and Mom, now, too. Plus all the other people who I’ve met and saved and who… who saved me along the way.” He dropped Castiel’s gaze and blushed heavily.

Castiel’s grace flickered inside him at the sight. He licked his lips, “So… nothing you’d want to change, then?”

“About myself? No… But other things?” Dean reached over to Castiel’s lap, laying a hand on top of his, “Depends if they’re willing to change as well.”

He stared at it, as Dean laced their fingers together and squeezed. “I – What are you-?”

“Dad said he always wanted me to have a normal life,” Dean started, regarding the empty street in front of him with a stony mask. “Retire, have a family and a picket fence – the whole nine yards. But a ‘normal life’ was never in the cards for someone like me. This right here? Sitting with an angel in the middle of the night while my brother, recently revived mom, and nephilim kid wait for us in an underground Bunker? That’s my normal. And I’m happy with it. I love it. There’s not a lot I would’ve done differently, not a lot I would change but…”

Finally, the mask slipped revealing one of the purest expressions of hope Castiel has ever seen flash across Dean’s face. “But you… I’d change all the times I was afraid of doing something simple as – well, as this.” He raised their hands. “Make it so I wasn’t scared to show how much you really mean to me.”

Castiel can’t speak. He trembled, grace thrumming under his skin like pent-up currents of electricity. His body coiled tight, as if Dean was about to drag them both over a line he resigned himself to believing would never be crossed.

Dean continued. “Maybe I’m just too old that I… I can’t stand being so tired. Realized that I might not have too many years left to waste – hell, I’m about as old as Dad was when he kicked it. And he showed Mom all the love he had in this one night that I’ve been terrified to share for years. That… that’s all I would change.” He laughed, breaking the tension between them. “Um… sorry if what I said was a lot. I understand if you’re not –“

He cut him off with a kiss. It was a sudden embrace, Castiel barely cupping his face before leaping at him. There wasn’t any tongue or teeth, just the simple touch of lip against lip. But Castiel poured all he was feeling into it, and accepted what Dean gave back.

Pulling away, Castiel opened his eyes. Dean grinned at him. “That was,” he gasped, “That was better than anything I thought you might say.”

Castiel smirked. “There was nothing I could say. It was all… too much. This communicated my intentions better than any words.”

“Yeah… when have words ever mattered to us, anyway?”

As to prove his point, Dean hushed himself. Leaning into Castiel’s side they sat there on that bench, existing together. The intensity of feeling between them was so palpable Castiel could taste it in the air. It was too sweet, and he smacked his lips together.

Dean hummed.

“You know,” Castiel said, “Even if the world we knew was almost lost – and our bond nearly never existed – I’m… glad you got to spend time with your father.”

“I am, too.” Dean rested his head on Castiel’s shoulder, “There’s so much I never knew needed saying between the two of us. Thought we got everything out back in that hospital… I’m glad that wasn’t the last I saw of him. This was a much better goodbye. Although… I wish he could’ve met you.”

“He could’ve,” Castiel said, “It might not have been the best version of myself…”

“Oh now we can joke about it?”

“It was only an observation…”

Dean rolled his eyes. He shifted, drawing Castiel’s hand further between them while his arm stretched across Castiel’s chest like the strangest seatbelt. Castiel didn’t so much see Dean frown, instead feeling the turn of his muscles against his arm.

“It was scary, seeing you like that,” Dean confessed, “Downright horrible when I heard you say you didn’t know us. How obedient you were to Zach’s orders it… it brought me back to a bad place. I fought back but I�� I couldn’t kill you, if it came down to it. I wouldn’t. I’d have went out, still begging you to remember me –“

“That’s all right, Dean,” Castiel stopped him, “I’m here now. And I remember you. There’s nothing on Heaven, in Earth, or any other dimension that could make me forget you.” A snaky, oil-slicked tendril sneaked into his mind then. It wrapped itself around the moment, tugging Castiel’s own mouth down into a glower. “Nothing that will take me away from you,” he promised, “We’ll fight back to each other, like we always do.”

“I like that, Cas, I really do.”

Across from them, two girls walked in an almost mirror to them. When they pass, the blonde closest to the street looked their way. Her eyes widened, before ultimately smiling and offering a tiny wave. Dean nodded back at her.

Castiel tilted his head as best he could. “Who was that?”

“Girl I ran into earlier today named Max… she stole Baby.”

“She did? I’m surprised she’s still walking.”

Dean chuckled. “Well… no one got hurt. And, turns out, she did it to impress her crush and I couldn’t really be that angry. Reminded me of all the dumb shit I used to do to get attention.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re an inspiration.” Before Dean could respond, he spoke up again. “Should we head back now? They’re probably wondering where we are.”

Dean huffed, edging ever closer to Castiel. “It’s not like they can’t text. Besides, I’m comfy.”

“Dean…”

“Five more minutes?”

Castiel sighed. “Fine. But can you tell me more about Sam in this… new universe?”

He barked out a laugh. “Definitely… well, for starters, he really liked kale…”

They went over the five minutes, but Castiel didn’t mind. He sat with rapt attention as Dean described it all again, the story much lighter the second time around. In between moments they would joke and laugh and kiss. Castiel never wanted this moment to end, but it would. And after it, they would still be together. They’d make sure of it.

#Supernatural #Spn #Spn14 #14x13 #Lebanon #300th Episode #Supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural coda #Spn fanfic #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Destiel coda

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xavierscos · 7 years ago

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:: Identification ::

Current Name: Foxface

Past Names:

Fox, Foxkit, Foxpaw

Nickname(s): Frogface

Gender: Trans Tom

Age: 20 moons (As of 9/30/17)

Sexuality: Gay

Current Affiliation: FloodedClan

Position: Warrior

Education History:

○ – Past Mentor: Morninglotus

○ - Current Apprentice: N/A

○ - Past Apprentices: N/A

:: Aspects ::

Brief Description: Dark ginger ticked tabby tom with crooked teeth; pretty face and stunning golden yellow eyes.

Body Build: Average height with a bit of chub; soft, messy fur; stocky tail.

Strength: 5/10

Endurance: 5/10

Agility: 3/10

Defense: 5/10

Intelligence: 5/10

Accuracy: 2/10

Medicine knowledge: 0/10

Scent: Moss and mud

Voice Headcanon:

:bulletblack: Amanda Palmer (Pre-T; this verse)

:bulletblack: Max from Sam and Max Hit The Road (Post-T)

:: Personality::

Bitter, reclusive, and snappy, Foxface is a bit of a hard tomcat to get along with. He’s long since lost that competitive cockiness he was infamous for when he was younger, and through his age and grief, has turned into a very confused, struggling tom. He often wonders about the idea of wandering off or joining another Clan, but his family keeps him rooted to FloodedClan. However, just because he struggled with loyalty to his Clan doesn’t mean he doesn’t value loyalty at all; he values loyalty to his friends and family above all, willing to put anything aside to see them happy (even if he does it begrudgingly). He can be quite the loving, affectionate tom once you break through his isolated exterior, and if you were a friend of his before his disappearance, he’ll be more than happy to reconnect with you.

Fears

Water, drowning, storms

Trivia

:bulletred: only known to close friends, :bulletpink: Admin facts!

:bulletred: Has a crippling fear of water (to cross the territory he rides on the back of the other warriors or wads through shallow water. anything that passes his midleg however will freak him tf out). It’s gotten better now but water still makes him super uncomfortable

:bulletpink: okay he was based off of something henna said

:bulletblack: He has anxiety attacks when he hears thunder/sees lightning

:: History ::

Fox was born in an unhappy union between Lady, a blackmailing former kittypet, and Chubtail, a scrawny, anxious caretaker from FloodedClan. Chubtail had initially left the Clan after Lady became pregnant with their first kit, Plum, but shortly after, Lady became violent and calculating, manipulating and threatening Chubtail into staying with her; afterwards, Fox was born, and Plum was old enough to give Chubtail enough time to escape back to her own Clan. After Lady passed away, Plum took care of Fox, and the young kitten looked up to his brother with all the awe in the world – “I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Plum! A brave, honor-bubble tom!” (Don’t blame him – he couldn’t pronounce honorable). And Plum doted on Fox just as much, travelling with him over vast territories.

When Fox was about five moons old, he and Plum heard rumors of three colonies of cats, settled down in the water-like areas, so Plum took Fox with him to go and investigate, hoping to find a new home for them. Unfortunately, a storm was raging when they got to FloodedClan territory; the lake had flooded, waters were swirling, and Plum dropped Fox off on the highest ground he could find. After spotting a group of cats making their way in the horizon to a safe spot, Plum ordered Fox to stay on the mound of earth and plunged into the water, trying to make his way to the group; he stood no chance against the stormy water. Fox had to watch on in horror as the only family he had ever known disappeared beneath the surface of the swirling water.

The next morning, Fox was plucked up and taken back to FloodedClan, where a sweet caretaker he had never seen before took him in, raising him and another tortoiseshell kitten – Spiderkit. The caretaker introduced themself as Chubtail.

Eventually, Foxkit grew to Foxpaw, and he had formed a happy little family on his own; he saw Chubtail as the mother he never had, Spiderpaw as the brother he lost, Slugkit as a sister he could boss around, and even bossy Lichenfoot. They were his family – and that little family branched out to other Clans too, starting with Kestrelpaw in RushingClan and Beetlepaw in MarshClan. Everything was going fine – until the war struck, and Foxpaw had to come to terms with two realizations: Chubtail was actually his blood-related parent, and Plum had not only survived his drowning endeavor, but survived and went straight to MarshClan. With no memory of who Foxpaw was.

Shortly after receiving his warrior cat name, Foxface was off, grieving and hurt, angered, frustrated – all the synonyms you can think of. He took off with the rest of his FloodedClan family, only to come back moons later, on the wish of Slugpaw. While the group had been travelling, Spiderstorm left to settle into a comfortable kittypet life, and Slugpaw and Foxface’s relationship began to strain; the young molly began to regret leaving FloodedClan, and, after a few heated arguments, convinced Foxface to turn around and head back. Now, the group is back in FloodedClan – Slugpaw received her warrior name as Slugnose, Foxface returned to his previous position warrior, and Chubtail retired to the elders den. Slugnose and Foxface, unfortunately, have yet to rebuild their family relationship, and Foxface has grown reclusive and avoided most of his Clanmates since arriving home.

Close Family

Mothers: Chubtail, Lady

Siblings: Plum (older brother, unknown)

Uncles/Aunts: N/A

Cousins and Other kin: N/A

Children: N/A

:: Sexuality & Relationships ::

Romantic Orientation: Gay

Status: Single(?)

Current Attractions:

Beetlecone

Shippings:

BeetleFox

EbonyFox

KestrelFox

::Relationships::

:bulletgreen: Friend

:bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Close friend

:bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Best friend

:bulletorange: Family (blood relative)

:bulletorange: :bulletorange: Family by choice

:bulletyellow: Respect

:bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Admires

:bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Role model

:bulletpink: Attraction

:bulletpink: :bulletpink: Small crush (unaware)

:bulletpink: :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Big Crush (aware)

:bulletred: Loves (familial)

:bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (platonic)

:bulletred: :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (romantically)

:heart: Mate

:bulletblue: Pities

:bulletblue: :bulletblue: Regrets

:bulletpurple: Is intimidated by

:bulletpurple: :bulletpurple: Fears

:bulletblack: Dislikes/annoyance

:bulletblack: :bulletblack: Hates

:bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Wants to fight them/Wants them dead

((Not including Spider/Slug/Chub))

((most of these are the old relationships from before the hiatus and I didn’t really change them because nothing happened. Everything from before the Hiatus will be in a strike out. Recent will be not strike-out))

Plum | QueenVivi | :bulletred: | :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: | :bulletorange: | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: | “<strike> Plum is sooo awesome! He’s super sweet and supportive and he always protected me against scary things! He’s absolutely great! The best brother! Well, I mean, he was. </strike>”

“You know… I don’t know what to think of you anymore.”

“Haven’t seen you around. I don’t know where you went off to.”

Rabbitpaw | FloodedClan | candykitty456 | :bulletgreen: | “<strike> She’s one cool cat! I hope we get to goof around some more. </strike>”

Fuzzypaw | FloodedClan | QueenVivi | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: | “<strike> Fuzzypaw’s AMAZING! Even if she’s a total birdbrain, she’s still surprisingly fun to be around! I’d do anything to defend this girl. Of course, I’ll always be the cooler one in the friendship, ey, Fuzzbutt? </strike>”

Kestrelcloud | RushingClan | :devturkfish: | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: | :bulletyellow: | “<strike> I can’t BELIEVE he was made a warrior before me! What the heckie! What the absolute heck! Ugh, whatever, besides that… I mean…he’s kinda cool. And, maybe I do kinda look forward to hanging out with him more, y’know. Even if he’s a loser! </strike>”

“I should see him again. I missed him so, so much. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I just go say hey? I hope he’s doing alright…I wish I hadn’t left without a goodbye.”

Ebonypaw | RushingClan | QueenVivi | :bulletblack: | :bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: (to fight) | :bulletyellow: | “<strike> What a JACKASS! He had the audacity to fight me when he was on FloodedClan territory? I have the right mind to kick her butt! In fact, next time, Ebonypaw, you better watch out, ‘cause I’m not gonna lose again! Just watch me! </strike> ”

Beetlecone | :devyellowsoui: | MarshClan | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: | “<strike> I guess we hit it off pretty well, mud-fight aside. But, honestly, if he calls me ‘Frogface’ one more time, I’m gonna learn to harness the power of all of StarClan and FLOOD HIM WITH MUD I SWEAR! I’M GONNA! </strike> ”

“I – oh geez. Shit. I’m so sorry I left things like this with him. I’ve missed him too much – I need to see him again. I just feel – I don’t know? Scared? He’s probably moved on, anyways.”

:: Roleplay ::

Availability OPEN

• {:bulletred:} Chat Rp

• {:bulletred:} Comment Rp

• {:bulletred:} Note Rp

• {:bulletgreen:} Other Sites: Skype, Kik, Discord (only on weekends). PLEASE. This is my only way I can actually do this aha.

Ratings

:bulletgreen: G

:bulletgreen: PG/PG-13

:bulletyellow: M (Depending on the content. Sexual themes must only be human characters who are 18+ :/,, )

Example

(Literary Example taken from a fic! Sikey belongs to me, Isabella to Henna, Baxter+Grey to Moe)

Sikey’s eyes snapped up to glare wide-eyed at Baxter, as if shocked by the verbal audacity he had to even utter such a sentence; her round, dark cheeks grew darker as an angry flush spread across them. She opened her mouth, as if to shout back at Baxter, before clamping it shut; she whipped around and stormed away, feet stamping loudly across the tiled floor as she stomped her way towards the table. Baxter watched as Sikey practically flung herself in the open area of the bench that was designated as her seat; she shoved her tray towards the center of the table, arms folding where it once was and her head dropping to hide her face under. The table’s mood shifted, faces growing concerned as they tried to reach out to Sikey – Baxter couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could see their mouths moving. Isabella extended her arm across the table, one hand resting in Sikey’s black hair, while Grey scrambled around the table and settled in a seat next to Sikey, leaning her shoulder against the hunched girl’s shoulder.

Baxter felt a twist in his stomach – guilt? Why would he feel guilty? – but he didn’t harp on it, or he didn’t have the time to, at least. One kid behind him shoved him, right between his shoulder blades, and huffed, “Move forward! You’re holding up the line!”

:: Identification ::

Current Name: Slugnose

Past Names:

Slugkit, Slugpaw

Nickname(s): N/A

Gender: CIS Girl

Age: 15 moons (As of 9/30/17)

Sexuality: Bi

Current Affiliation: FloodedClan

Position: Warrior

Education History:

○ – Past Mentor: Lichenfoot

○ - Current Apprentice: N/A

○ - Past Apprentices: N/A

:: Aspects ::

Brief Description: Thick furred gray classic tabby molly with blind green eyes and a torn ear.

Body Build: Kinda tall; messy, unkempt fur; cuddly body.

Strength: 7/10

Endurance: 6/10

Agility: 2/10

Defense: 3/10

Intelligence: 7/10

Accuracy: 2/10

Medicine knowledge: 0/10

Scent: Smoke

Voice Headcanon:

:bulletblack: K.Flay – Blood in the Cut

:: Personality::

Bossy and loud, Slugnose may lack eyesight, but she doesn’t let that bother her! She knows how to take charge of any situation, and unfortunately, she can be quite hot headed – it’s either her way or the high way. She can be selfish, easily annoyed, and – as stated before - bossy, and she’s not one to let people slide on their mistakes; she’s undyingly loyal, however, and since she’s returned to FloodedClan, she’s devoted to working her tail off for this Clan. She’s diligent and hardworking, and rather clever. Slugnose is well aware that she can’t complete certain tasks the same way others can – her aim will always be a little bit off, no matter how hard she’s tried, but she’s learned how to work together. With her excellent tracking skills (she prides herself on her intense sniffer), Slugnose can track down anything – cat or pray – so she tends to take someone with her, lead them to the source, and work with them to complete the task.

Fears

Failure; isolation; what others think of her

Trivia

:bulletred: only known to close friends, :bulletpink: Admin facts!

:bulletblack: she’s blind

:: History ::

Long before Slugnose was born, a molly named Thistlecloud was constantly urged by her parents to settle down and bring kits into FloodedClan – not because they wanted to see her start a family, but because they wanted to ensure that their bloodline carried on and that FloodedClan still had another generation of future warriors or caretakers to defend their Clan. Thistlecloud didn’t exactly want kits – she wasn’t a mother, nor did she ever see herself as being a mother; one day, she met up with her MarshClan friend – Quailfoot – and caved, explaining everything that had been happening. The two came to a mutual agreement and spent the night together intimately, but not without regret. After Thistlecloud had become pregnant, as expected, the friendship between the two grew rocky, and eventually the young molly cut ties with her old friend due to the discomfort and awkwardness in the friendship. When she had Slugkit, she went straight back to her warrior duties – leaving the kitten for the caretakers; Chubtail took Slugkit in, nurturing her as if she were their own.

And Slugkit grew to be Slugpaw with their own family – Chubtail, Foxface, Spiderstorm, and Lichenfoot, her mentor, whom she viewed as a sister figure. But family sticks together, so when Foxface wanted to leave, Slugpaw sucked up her feelings and went with her older brother figure, staying with her family as they left; after Spiderstorm left the group, settling down in a kittypet life with a pretty feline they had met, Slugpaw began to grow restless and, more importantly, resentful. Arguments and fights began to break out between Foxface and Slugpaw about when they would be going home, and after one particularly bad fight, Slugpaw convinced Foxface to head back. So the group did.

She returned to FloodedClan – earned her warrior cat name shortly after, and now continues to work for the Clan as she did before.

Close Family

Mother: Thistlecloud

Father: Quailfoot

Siblings: N/A

Uncles/Aunts: N/A

Cousins and Other kin: N/A

Children: N/A

:: Sexuality & Relationships ::

Romantic Orientation: Bi (Heavy preference towards girls)

Status: Single

Current Attractions:

N/A

Shippings:

N/A

::Relationships::

:bulletgreen: Friend

:bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Close friend

:bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Best friend

:bulletorange: Family (blood relative)

:bulletorange: :bulletorange: Family by choice

:bulletyellow: Respect

:bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Admires

:bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Role model

:bulletpink: Attraction

:bulletpink: :bulletpink: Small crush (unaware)

:bulletpink: :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Big Crush (aware)

:bulletred: Loves (familial)

:bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (platonic)

:bulletred: :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (romantically)

:heart: Mate

:bulletblue: Pities

:bulletblue: :bulletblue: Regrets

:bulletpurple: Is intimidated by

:bulletpurple: :bulletpurple: Fears

:bulletblack: Dislikes/annoyance

:bulletblack: :bulletblack: Hates

:bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Wants to fight them/Wants them dead

((Not including Spider/Fox/Chub))

“I’m SO GLAD TO BE BACK AND HEAR YOU AGAIN, I’m – Okay, don’t – I’m not crying but !!! I’m just…So happy to be around you again, man. You’re my big sister – I missed you.”

:: Roleplay ::

Availability OPEN

• {:bulletred:} Chat Rp

• {:bulletred:} Comment Rp

• {:bulletred:} Note Rp

• {:bulletgreen:} Other Sites: Skype, Kik, Discord (only on weekends). PLEASE. This is my only way I can actually do this aha.

Ratings

:bulletgreen: G

:bulletgreen: PG/PG-13

:bulletyellow: M (Depending on the content. Sexual themes must only be human characters who are 18+ :/,, )

Example

(Literary Example taken from a fic! Sikey belongs to me, Isabella to Henna, Baxter+Grey to Moe)

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