#big brother terrence

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Terence Higgs & Harry Potter, Miles Bletchley & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Miles Bletchley & Terence Higgs, Miles Bletchley/Terence Higgs, Harry Potter & Slytherin Students Characters: Miles Bletchley, Harry Potter, Terence Higgs, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Slytherin Students, Slytherin Quidditch Team Members, Marcus the Snowman Additional Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Good Slytherins, Hogwarts Inter-House Friendships, Not Canon Compliant, Cute Harry Potter, Slight Character Bashing, It's only a couple of lines, The Author Regrets Nothing, Tumblr Prompt, Prompt Fic, Friendship, Pre-Relationship, First Christmas, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Yuletide, Rare Pairings, I keep forgetting this tag and adding it days or months later, Protective Slytherins Series: Part 18 of Of Fests and Prompts [Ao3 & Discord Prompts] Summary:

Prompt: Day 21 - “Why are you moving the snowman?” “I want it to sleep comfortably.” Written for the HP Yuletide Bliss 2022

Miles was going to spend the Yule break with his Slytherins friends, the Weasley twins and Harry Potter. It promised to be hectic. Only Harry could convince him to give up a quiet Yule to join a bunch of chaotic teens without adult supervision. At least George was there to take plenty of pictures of Harry enjoying his first real Christmas.

[kumkaniudaku]

Stay A While

Summary: Terry's back home and trying to make amends with an old friend.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 3,944

Part: 1 of ??

Warnings and Notes: None. This one's a safe for work slow burn. Enjoy.

Drunk minds speak sober thoughts. Or at least Terry hoped that was the case as his thumb hovered over a familiar name in his contact list. A dingey hole in the wall became a haven on the tail end of his journey back to some sense of normalcy. He was down a bike, a truck, and a piece of his heart but continued to press on until fatigue forced him to stop for rest. The owner, a small woman with a big voice noticed his rough appearance as he passed by on foot and invited him inside to duck an incoming storm. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, even when he repeated that he had ground to make up before nightfall.

When she asked if he needed help he politely and foolishly declined all but a glass of brown liquor and access to an outlet. That same whiskey and a sprinkle of Motown-era love songs playing on a rickety jukebox had broken a grown man down enough to reach out to the one person who might still be willing to take him in. Even if only for a night.

Searching for extra courage, Terry took another sip of lukewarm Jack Daniels before tapping his phone screen. The line rang once, twice, and then a third time before a short pause signaled the call had connected. 

The silence on the other him was loud, forcing him to speak up first. 

“Hello?”

Fading voices and shuffling in the background were the only indicators of a presence on the other line, making Terry feel embarrassed for starting a call in the first place. 

He cleared his throat before speaking again. “Hey, look… if now’s not a good time I ca -” 

“Terrence? Did you mean to call me?” 

“I, uh…yeah. I did. I’m sorry. I should’ve -” 

“Are you okay? It’s loud wherever you are. You good? You hurt?” 

“I could tell you if you would give me a chance to answer,” he chuckled. His amusement made her kiss her teeth in annoyance. “I’m okay. I’m a little banged up, but I’ve seen worse. I’m somewhere between Charlotte and home. Stopped in this spot for a drink and somewhere to sleep for the night.” 

“And what does that have to do with me?” 

Terry took another swig of whiskey and sighed. “Nothing, really. I was hoping I could see you, though. You know, when I make it back tomorrow.”

“You staying anywhere when you get here?” 

“Not yet, but I’ll find somewhere. I know how to survive.”

“TJ…,” More silence. Thick. Long. Full of tension and years of baggage that they had yet to discuss. The other voice sighed before answering. “Come on by. I’ll have the back room ready for you. You need toiletries?” 

Terry’s face softened into a near smile at the invitation. “Yes ma’am. A meal would be nice, too.” 

“Okay. I’ll have you something if you can get here before dark tomorrow. Please be safe, Terrence. I mean it.” 

Before he could attempt to extend the conversation, the call ended, leaving her contact photo in full view. Terry allowed a slow grin to spread across his face just as a short text with her address came across the screen. 

“Another round, brother?” 

Terry looked up from his phone to find an expectant expression on the bartender’s face. He shook his head and reached for the wallet in his back pocket. “Nah, but thanks, man. Think I’m gonna close my tab, actually. I gotta see about a bus ticket before it’s too late.” 

“If you heading to her,” the man started, pointing toward Terry’s phone. “you need a cut, man. A lineup. Something. You look like what you been through. If you got $20, I can get you right.” A slight frown and knitted eyebrows in response made the bartender shoot his hands up in surrender. “I don’t want no problems, big dog. I just know what it’s like to see your lady after a hard time. Let me help you.” 

A quick look into the black mirror of his cell phone screen forced Terry to reckon with his appearance. He couldn’t remember his last haircut and his mustache was starting to dwarf his upper lip. He sighed and reached into his back pocket. 

“Extra $10 and you can get the face too?” 

“Extra $20 and I’ll get you where you going myself.” 

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City noise had long been replaced by suburban quiet by the time Terry’s destination came into view. His friend back at the bar was true to his word and arranged transport that turned a 6-hour journey into 2 hours of UGK on the speakers, a little privacy, and AC on the hottest summer day so far.  

After exchanging pleasantries and cash, Terry stepped out of the cramped Honda onto the smooth driveway pavement. Every house, street sign, and front yard looked exactly as he remembered them, bringing mixed emotions forward.

The short journey to her front step felt arduous for his tired legs, but he persisted until he was mere inches from the front door. He lifted his arms and prepared to knock but stopped short when it swung open unexpectedly. 

“Knocking when I can hear those heavy feet from a mile away is courteous but unnecessary.” 

He chuckled and rubbed a hand down the back of his head. “Good to see you too, Treece.” 

Patrice greeted him with a half smile as she studied his appearance from toe to head. A few years and a little extra weight had done wonders. She settled on his eyes and softened her gaze. “You look good, TJ. Come in here and cool off.”

Stepping inside her home felt like walking into a time capsule. He’d spent so many after-school days and summer nights here that it felt like his childhood home not too far up the road. Photos from yesteryear lined the walls on the way to the living room where nothing had changed except new furniture and a bigger television on the TV stand. The heat from the oven mixing with a slight chill from the air conditioning unit kept the room comfortable enough to nap if he could settle for more than a few minutes. 

Terry’s eyes drifted from his surroundings to Patrice as she led the way. Long braids covered the back of a high school t-shirt and jean shorts. Her brown skin had become golden under the North Carolina sun, making her glow a little in the morning light. Grown woman weight had settled onto her once thin frame, transforming her into a more of a mini version of her mother than before. All the changes he’d imagined when he had a free second were ions better in person.

Patrice gestured toward the leather recliner in the corner without speaking, inviting him to take a seat and settle in on her way to the stove.

They existed without words for a few minutes while she took fresh biscuits out of the oven and arranged them next to sausage patties and an omelet on one of her good porcelain plates. Terry trained his attention on his shoes, trying and failing to find a way to break the ice. He wanted to apologize. Confess his wrongs and desires in one grand speech designed to erase nearly ten years of absence. But the words wouldn’t form in his throat and the moment came and went. 

Balancing a dinner tray in one hand and orange juice in the other, Patrice carefully made her way to his spot in the living room. Seeing her kind eyes calmed his nerves and set his chest ablaze.

“No more pork for you, right? This is chicken sausage from my Nana and them in the country.” She asked as she sat the tray on his lap. 

He nodded in appreciation. “Yeah. You remembered?” 

“You ain’t been gone that long, TJ. I still know who you are and what you like. That orange juice don’t have pulp in it either.” 

“Thank you,” he said sheepishly before hanging his head to pray. 

“Any time.” 

A re-run of A Different World became the only sound in the room outside of an occasional content sigh from Terry as he tore through his breakfast. Patrice watched in amusement until her broad smile caught his attention. He slowed in embarrassment and returned the stare long enough to induce loud laughter from both of them. 

“I look crazy, huh?” 

“No,” she assured with a sweet smile. “You just look like you're happy to be back home, is all. Fayetteville missed you.” 

“All of Fayetteville or someone specific?” 

“Don’t start, TJ.” 

“I’m only asking a question.” He answered without making eye contact. “You know you’re the only one who still calls me that?” 

“What? TJ? That’s your name.” 

“Yeah, but…you know. It’s not 2010 anymore.” 

Patrice shrugged and settled deeper into the couch. “Considering that’s about the last time I saw you in the flesh, I guess it stuck for me. But, I can call you Terrence if you like.” 

“Nah, TJ’s good. I like it. From you…specifically.” 

The pair exchanged equally bashful looks, both too shy to say anything that would incriminate themselves. Instead, they watched the television in silence and stole looks until a commercial break took away their distraction. 

Without speaking, Terry began to gather dishes and stand, prompting Patrice to rush over before he could move too far. 

“Treece, I can do it.” 

“I know,” she answered in a sing-song voice while sliding the tray from his grasp. “But I haven’t done this for you in a while. Let me love on you a little bit.”

His eyes tracked her every move until she was behind him at the kitchen sink. Boyish nervousness made him twiddle his thumbs until words came rushing out like water from a burst pipe as he sat back down.

“So, how you doing? How you been?” 

“I’ve been okay. Mostly work and no play, you know. Thankful to be out of that classroom for a few weeks and get some peace.” 

“Yeah? Kids driving you crazy?” 

“Baby, the kids, their parents, and my parents are driving me to drink,” she laughed. “I can’t catch a break.” 

“What about your man? He driving you crazy?” 

Patrice scoffed and shook her head. Her mama and his mama talked too much. Terry chewed his bottom lip, hoping he didn’t offend. 

“We…aren’t together anymore. Hard to build a family together when he’s off building one across town.” 

Terry craned his neck around the armchair to make sympathetic eye contact. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that part. I wouldn’t have said anything.” 

“It’s alright. I gave it to God a long time ago. Maybe I’m not meant to be anybody’s wife yet.”

“Maybe you weren’t meant to be his wife.” 

“Well, it’s not like any suitors are knocking down my door for my hand in marriage.” 

“Probably because you keep swinging it open before anybody gets a chance.” 

Patrice rolled her eyes and flashed her middle finger in Terry’s direction. “Ha-ha. I see you didn’t lose your jokes at Lejeune. Only your ability to keep in touch.” 

Her retort left a shallow cut in Terry’s ego, making him turn his attention back to the television. He knew he’d broken a decades-old promise and that atoning for his sins would take time. But he also knew that, at any moment, Patrice could send him back into the world with nothing more than a full belly and a swift kick in the ass. He had to tread lightly. 

Taking the lull in conversation as his opportunity to lick his wounds in private, Terry stood and gathered his belongings in both hands. Patrice watched him from her spot with an apologetic expression. 

“You don’t have to leave. Got a couple errands to run so it’ll be quiet in here. Take the whole couch if you want.” 

“That’s alright, but thank you. Figure I can make myself useful and cut the yard. Maybe unpack some of this stuff if that’s alright with you. You got a mower?” 

“Yeah, it’s back there,” she answered, gesturing toward the backyard with her head. “Will you be here when I get back?” 

Sensing the hidden motivation behind her question, Terry dropped his bag to the ground and made his way into the kitchen. Cautiously, he leaned down to press a short kiss to Patrice’s forehead before using his index finger to tilt her head upward and meet his eyeline. “Yes. I promise. You don’t need to worry about me.” 

Her eyes fluttered closed for a half second while she nodded her understanding. A wave of relief made the hair on her arms stand at attention but she quickly bit back any urge to engage further. 

“You looked tired when you got in,” Patrice started, turning her back to Terry to conceal her flustered face. “I cleared Junior’s old bed back there. It’s a little small but sturdy. The sheets are fresh. Let me know if you need more blankets. I like it cold at night.” 

“I’ll survive, girl. I’ve slept in worse places than a full-sized bed. Thank you.” 

A split second of hesitation kept their eyes glued to one another until Terry ended the stalemate by backing out of the room and disappearing down the hallway. 

Patrice took his absence as an opportunity to compose herself. Busy hands and racing thoughts fueled a cleaning marathon until tasks that had long fallen to the bottom of her to-do list were crossed off. 

For hours they co-existed without many words exchanged. Occasionally, Patrice would steal glances at Terry while he meticulously tended to the lawn and bushes. When he could, Terry made a point to brush up against her when he walked past and agree with each of her many suggestions. Being in her space was enough for him and he dared not upset the natural harmony. 

By the time dinner rolled around, they had found a groove. A quiet dinner led to an even quieter cleanup shift and quick good nights exchanged after watching Jeopardy together. 

Terry left Patrice to her own devices while he fought to acclimate to such cushy surroundings. Try as he might, he couldn’t get used to the soft mattress below him or the near-frigid temperature in the house. Tossing and turning left him unsatisfied. The walls felt like they were converging. Flashbacks were turning into night sweats. He needed to escape.

Slowly, he slid out of bed and into a pair of slippers Patrice had gifted him earlier in the day. Measured steps help him sneak past her bed bedroom, out of the back door, and down into the backyard without causing a disturbance. 

The early June air was balmy, clinging to the skin beneath his t-shirt. In the distance loud bass from someone’s car speaker vibrated until it was out of earshot. Dogs barked and howled to salute the moon worked in tandem with the faint smell of charcoal cooling from a night of backyard barbecues to remind him that he was far from the trouble of Shelby Springs. 

It’d been a while since he could enjoy the night without being on high alert. The last week was a special kind of hell that he feared he could never shake. The urge to flee was beginning to creep in like the tide, threatening to wash away what little progress he’d made.

After a few deep breaths and mumbled prayer, Terry retreated to a porch swing to rest his weary legs. His shoulders relaxed as soon as his backside met the aged oak and, almost instantly, he felt safe enough to close his eyes. One deep breath turned into another until he was drifting into his first peaceful sleep in weeks. 

Minutes passed like seconds. Thoughts slowed to a halt. His heartbeat regulated. Near bliss was upon him.

Inside, a single lamp flipped on to illuminate Patrice’s path as she searched the house for her guest. His room and bathroom had turned up empty results with almost no sign that he’d been there throughout the day. He wasn’t on the couch or in the kitchen raiding the fridge like she half expected. Worry had all but made her pass out until she heard the slight creak of her swing on the porch, making his head appear and disappear from the window above the sink.

She couldn’t fully open the door before Terry opened one eye and looked in her direction. She froze and he smiled.

“Feet not as heavy as you thought, huh?” 

“Yeah, yeah. If I’d known you trade in a bed for this old thing I wouldn’t have wasted my time on laundry.” 

“Hey, I built this old thing, remember?”

Patrice chuckled at the memory and pointed at the metal chain keeping the swing in place. “Damn near lost a finger behind it, too.”

“Would’ve been worth it knowing you were happy.” Patrice nervously shifted her weight from left to right under Terry’s intense gaze while he took his turn to look her over. Finally noticing her awkwardly standing between the screendoor, he motioned to the spot beside him. “Sit with me for a second.”

Patrice visibly wrestled with her decision but ultimately joined him. They maintained a careful distance, being sure to keep their individual limbs from connecting for fear that the mere sensation would set them ablaze. They played a childish game of cat and mouse until Patrice spoke.

“I was rude earlier,” Patrice confessed while fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt. Terry closed his heavy eyes to cure the burning sensation growing by the minute but acknowledged her statement with a confused grunt. She continued. “I never asked how you were doing. The whole thing about my ex sort of brought up old feelings.” 

He frowned, hurt by her revelation. “You know I wasn’t trying to hurt you, right?” 

“You never are. Same ol’ honorable TJ. Terry, I mean.” 

“TJ for you.” 

Again he popped one eye open and paired it with a grin that disamered Patrice and made her giggle like her high school self. The sound had him resolve that he’d spend his whole life making stupid faces if it meant she’d get some joy from them. 

“You ready to tell me everything I missed or are you content with popping up on my porch? And how long do you plan to be here eating all my food, anyway?” 

“I don’t think you wanna hear that,” he answered in an attempt to dodge the loaded question. Patrice persisted. 

“No, I do. I see the tattoos and the fresh haircut. TJ turned into a man while he was gone. At least let me get to know this new person.” 

“I grew up,” he sighed after some time. “Gained some. Lost a lot. Still trying to pick up the pieces.”

“What’d you lose?” 

“Lately? Money. Family. Shit, my mind.” 

“Why?”

“Mike died.” An abrupt interruption of an already complicated conversation brought forth a long pause. He waited for an interjection but found none, prompting him to offer more details. “He was killed. In jail. I tried to get him out and bring him home but I was too late.” Terry answered without making eye contact. Shame wouldn’t allow him to meet her potential judgment.

Patrice mentally cycled through names and faces until she realized the gravity of Terry’s statement. She reached out to breach their unspoken barrier and grabbed his hand which he accepted with no pushback.

“You wanna talk about it?” 

“Not really,” he answered before squeezing her hand and finally returning her eye contact. “I handled everything. It’s over for now. I’m here with you. We can focus on that.” 

“Even though you keep skipping how long you’ll stay.”

Patrice’s warmth was starting to take a backseat to her cold nature. Old wounds had started to re-open and rebuild a wall they both thought they’d successfully hurdled. Despite her attempt to pull her hand out of his grasp, Terry stayed put. He eyed her for a moment, picking up on a thin veil of tears threatening to form at her water line. 

She watched his normally steely blue-gray eyes soften into something that mirrored the softness he carried when they were kids. She couldn’t find the gumption to look away as he brought her knuckles up to his lips for a set of short kisses before looking back up at her. Pleading. Begging for any indication that she had softened her heart toward him. 

“Treecey, I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to say it. You meant more to me than the way I left and I pray every day for a chance to make it right. We crossed a line that night and I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t handle that like a man should have. I’m sorry until I’m blue in the face.” 

Sincerity was thick in his voice despite his low, even tone. 

Patrice listened without a word. A single tear cascaded down her face despite her valiant attempts to keep her emotions at bay. She swore she’d never cry about Terrence Richmond again. But old habits die hard. 

Terry used his free hand to swipe away that tear and the next one sitting at her lower lash line with the pad of his thumb.

“Say something,” he pleaded. “Anything. Tell me you hate me.” 

“You know I don’t hate you,” she whispered, too choked up to continue without a deep breath. “I…I just feel like you took a piece of me with you, you know? And you never wrote back. You never called. You shut me out like we were never friends. We could’ve gone back to how things were.” 

“I fucked that up.” 

“I’m aware. But that doesn’t mean that I trust you won’t do it again. No matter how much I don’t hate you, I’m not eighteen anymore. My patience is thin. I can’t allow you to turn my world upside down again.” 

“Hand to God I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“Yeah. I hope so.” Though she whispered, Patrice’s words sliced through Terry like a hot knife through butter. 

He hung his head in defeat as she pulled her hand from his grasp and made quick work of standing from the bench. Her footsteps retreated past him and to the back door until she paused. 

He looked over his shoulder to find her eyes closed and chin pointed to the sky in contemplative silence. This was it. The final blow. 

She took a deep breath and stared straight ahead. “Stay as long as you want. Junior’s living with his girlfriend now, so nobody’s coming to make you leave. Tomorrow, we can go get you some new clothes. I’m tired of looking at those raggedy t-shirts already.” 

Terry took her jab in stride and gave her a half smile as a sign of compliance. “Yes ma’am. Thank you.” 

“Mhm. Lock the door behind you when you come in.” 

“Good night, Treecey.” His farewell came in an annoyingly sweet voice as a last-ditch effort to drag some loving words from her. Patrice stopped and gave him one more once over and a dismissive eye roll.

He waited for the ghost of a smile that disappeared before he could blink. She shook her head and took a step inside the house.

“Shut up, Terry. Go to bed.” 

Terry hid his amusement until she was out of sight, leaving him alone to grin at how even her rebukes felt like love letters. 

“Shut up,” he repeated to himself as he closed his eyes to doze again. “Hm. I’ll take it.” 

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Hello! I noticed that you have Brooklyn nine nine in your masterlist

As a fan of B99, May I request a wholesome headcanon of Rosa Diaz, Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta, Charles Boyle and Terrence Jeffords' reaction of meeting the reader who is captain Raymond Holt and kevin cosner's adoptive child and is working in the 99th precinct

Sorry if this is long

99th precint meeting Kevin & Holt adoptive child would include

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synopsis: The squad already knew that Raymond Holt is a man of few words, but who would have thought that he had a child?

warnings: none. gender neutral. no race implied. no age implied. like jake and amy, everyone deserves to feel like Holt and Kevin's kid. all b99 detectives included. reader have Holt and Kevin's personality.

Dear 99th Precint, I proudly inform you that today will be my child's first day of work as a rookie cop in our precinct. Don't embarrass me. Sincerely, Raymond Holt.

• No one had ever heard Raymond talking about having a child. They never saw a photo of them on his house. Kevin never mentioned something. Or have them? No. No, they didn't.

• Even Gina was surprised. She was mean about it, of course, but she didn't knew anything.

• When Holt arrived, everyone was waiting for him on his office. Peralta tried to play cool before asking, but soon Terry was screaming about how could he have a child and didn't say anything to them.

Haymond answered without blinking an eye: "Peralta would make it weird." Everyone understood. "Hey!" Everyone except Peralta. "But why you don't have pictures with them on your house?" Amy asked. "Are you implying I would forget my child's face, Santiago?" Holt was clearly offended.

• You arrived apologizing for being three minutes and seven seconds late. Rosa widened her eyes, muttering about you being his copy. Holt smiled at that comment.

• Jake tried to act like a cool big brother but as soon as you opened your mouth he was fangirling over you. You made a mental note about calling him "bro" if you ever needed something from him or wanted to make him happy. Every single little thing you did was a reason for him to smile widely.

• Terry offered to show you the place, and told you everyone's name. He was all sweet and polite, acting like the dad of the squad. Well, he was. Terry made questions about your training and abillities. He was trying to show off, and it was working.

• Amy was affraid of saying something wrong. Amy danced when you said your father talked about her, and immediately regreted that. All her atempts of acting cool were imterrupted by Gina's jokes. She almost cried when you refered to her as your father's apprentice.

• Hitchcock and Scully thought you were already working with them. They didn't get what was happening. Holt was so glad when they went to took a nap.

• You and Rosa sat down and spent thirty minutes in absolute silence. It was the best experience of your entire life.

• Gina was waiting for you in the hallway of the bathroom. She asked if you wanna form a alliance with her. You obviously said yes, despite not knowing what she really meant by that.

• You were surprised for not meeting Boyle. On your lunch break, you realized why: he had rushed to prepare a meal for the two of you. He and Terry got into a fight about food while you were eating. It was exactly like your father told you. It was perfect.

• You have a nice feeling about working there.

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[beehiveofblorbos]

my predictions for season 3 plot beats for the main six. Under the cut because it’s LONG. My favorite part of it is the third bit, where I discuss why I think Remi is likely to kill someone next season. Predictions are numbered for ease of navigation.

1. The main cast will end up staying at Cameron’s home. This isn’t a bold one, but the three free groups of highly plot relevant characters are split up across different places. Leilah and Darren are in Neil’s territory to the north (which might include New Bostin considering it’s a low tier area and Sera kinda implies they’re not far), Remi Isen and Kuyo are staying at Grayson’s apartment, and John and Sera are with Cameron.

To be more specific, probably Leilah and Darren will end up linking up with Jera and Cameron first, then Kayden will follow, then Kuyo Remi Isen. I think Grayson’s apartment will get raided (it’s explicitly said to be temporary when they first use it, and Blyke’s capture means that it’s compromised) which will force Cameron to take them all in (he’ll need to have had some development by then).

I kinda think Grayson’s apartment raid will be a bit later in the season, if only because I imagine it as the trigger for Remi Isen and Kuyo to be much more impulsive about saving Blyke, as they understand the depth of the danger he’s in. Or maybe even (if im lucky) John will be impulsive about it, knowing from that that Blyke is dealing with Keon and that Blyke doesn’t deserve that.

2. Blyke and Rein will break out together, just as John Sera Remi Isen and Kuyo arrive to save him. Well, this one is pretty complex, let’s break it down into pieces.

I def think Blyke and Rein will link up, and Rein will get clued in as far as what’s going on with Arlo there, and Blyke will learn more about Spectre. Probably more angst as far as Arlo maybe being seen walking free around the facility or even sneaking away to visit them and get some answers after he begins to recover his memories.

Rein of course kinda needs to break out soon, because if she doesn’t she’ll die à la Terrence. If she did though that would be kind of boring and a waste of her character. Plus, as she was part of Orrin’s faction, perhaps she’ll have some more info to offer as far as his ability and what his greater plans are.

I can’t see John not being part of the rescue mission to save Blyke. This is in large parts because Blyke is being subjected to Keon, so they have yet another bond/similarity now. Plus, John’s even had a panel dedicated to him thinking about how Blyke Remi and Isen don’t deserve readjustment during the convo about what readjustment looks like with Arlo

And Remi and Isen coming for Blyke was never even in question. Even Kuyo’s initial connection to the vigilante trio was Blyke.

3. Remi will kill someone. Remi is the only member of the main cast who hasn’t had some sort of big mistake era to come back from, and I think hers will be nothing less than murder.

She’s always been extremely reckless and prone to losing control of her emotions, especially when it comes to facing EMBER. in the Main Cast v Authorities Ambush battle in the last episodes of season 2, we get this series of images:

So first, Remi’s the one who initiates this talk of murdering. After all, it’s been her focus the entire time. These are the people who killed her brother. Makes sense.

There’s some banter I’m not including because it’ll be in later images, then they fight. Once Arlo and Isen join them, they manage to knock Farrah out. And then she gets back up. And then we get this:

Arlo’s the one who brings it up. But ultimately; he can’t do it, when the moment calls for it. And as he’s joining the authorities at the top of season 3 more than likely, he won’t get another chance to revisit this choice soon.

Enter Remi. It’s her directly reacting to the suggestion of killing Farrah, it’s her who gets focused on during the flashback to Farrah’s little speech about why murder is valid morally. It’s Remi who essentially says that murder is an acceptable option if it’s a choice between the lives of her friends and the lives of her enemies.

And then this:

Remi, getting focused on AGAIN even though presumably all of the focus should be going to Arlo. It’s his scene after all… right? Or is it a surprise tool to help us later.

AND Remi’s arguably the one who suffered the greatest personal losses due to this ambush. Blyke is her presumptive love-interest as well as one of her best friends whom she personally dragged into this, and Arlo is her protector and even possibly brother figure (based on her saying Rei saw him as a brother, the implication to me is that she does too). AND on top of all that, Remi’s had a huge power boost, now on-level with Rei when he died.

If she does, I can totally see it either being an encounter with a new Spectre agent or during the mission to rescue Blyke from prison (doing it in front of Arlo, setting him back on his path to rejoining the other main six, is peak drama, peak angst, peak Uru).

4. Jane will reunite with John. This is kind of a lowball, but I think we’ll also get at least one fight with Jane if we’ve got her level. I definitely think she needs rescued first thing because it’s her blood both antagonist orgs are using to become bigger threats, and also Cameron needs to become a decent character in one season instead of being the terrible wine uncle who has about the same level of emotional maturity as a seventeen year old.

5. Kass will bring Arlo back to his senses/help him regain his memories. Additionally, Arlo will be hunting down Spectre. For normalcy reasons, I suspect that Arlo is gonna end up becoming a full time employee for the authorities, still working under Kass. He might get taken-in to the EMBER department, but I doubt it and here’s why:

Farrah herself comments on the issue. She later mentions Valerie “pulling some strings” (S2 finale ep) to save Arlo, which suggests to me that he won’t be getting a combat position. Instead, he’ll help hunt down Seraphina and John due to them being Spectre associates.

Kass will recognize the behavior change from when she and Arlo last spoke about EMBER and be able to help him snap out of it and prevent him from making any decisions he’ll regret.

6. The game of Unopoly John played with the Safe House will become relevant. This sort of isn’t directly related to the main cast, but idk I just wanna point out that John played a game of Unopoly with the Safe House members and games in this webcomic always become relevant/have a second meaning/foreshadow future events. I can’t find it no matter how I try, but I’d love to see it again as it’s the only game we currently have outstanding without a meaning to it.

[eunchancorner]

Little Brothers Burn Bridges (TTT)

I felt something deep within my soul telling me to write this

-

“Sven! Welcome back! I’ve missed you! What took you so long to come back?”

“It was nothing, Earrings. How are Pa and Dad?”

“Oh, they’re… fine. They’re still upset about being demoted, but it’s okay! Do you… Do you know why they were demoted, Sven? You know them better than I do…”

“It’s… It’s not important. Is my room prepared?”

“Wait, Sven, if you know, tell me, please. It’s been bugging me so much!”

“I said it’s not important.”

“And I’m telling you it is!”

“Just drop it!”

“Sven, as your big sister, I’m telling you to tell me what you know!”

“And as a grown man, I’m telling you it’s none of your business!”

“Sven! If you know why our dads were demoted, then I have just as much of a right to know, too!”

“It’s none of your business, Earrings! God, if Pa was smart enough to throw him farther we wouldn’t even have this discussion!”

“... Throw who farther?”

“... I’ve said too much already.”

“Sven, throw who farther?! What did Pa try to do?!”

“That’s between me, Pa and Dad!”

“Sven, I am part of this family, too! Now tell me! I have just as much a right to know as you do!”

“We… Pa… When they were rescuing Henry from the Wall, it was Pa’s job to catch him if he couldn’t reach the balcony. But… Pa, Dad and I had a plan. If Henry failed to make it on his own, he was to die. Pa would drop him and say he had slipped. Then, he’d take back his place as leader.”

“... what?”

“You see the logic, right?! Pa is a far better leader than Henry is! Henry came in and took over-”

“Pa gave Henry control by admitting defeat. The fact that Henry took over is no one’s fault but his own! He should be happy he’s alive and free! But no, of course not! All you three ever think about is power, power, power! Not once do you stop to consider loyalty to someone higher than you! Henry is a wonderful leader who actually cares about us, who doesn’t see us as pawns in some little game but as actual people. If you plot to overthrow someone who’s actually taking care of people simply because you’re angry that he took over, peacefully, I might add, then how much of a Toppat are you?!”

“Pa wouldn’t do something so terrible as taking over the whole clan!”

“PA KILLED THE LAST LEADER, SVEN!”

“Terrence needed to die!”

“And Henry does, too?! Does Henry need to die for fairly beating Pa and then sparing his life when he could have easily killed him?! Does he need to die for pushing you away from your third-in-line spot?! Or are you, Pa and Dad just traitors to the Toppat name, brewing senseless hatred to justify your own desires?!”

“Earrings, you can’t really think-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Sven! If this is how you really think, can I even call you a fellow Toppat? … Can I even call you a brother?”

[beardedmrbean]

Federal agents have raided the homes of top aides and confidants to New York Mayor Eric Adams, including the city’s police commissioner, in what appeared to be a major corruption probe at the heart of America’s biggest city.

In addition to NYPD Commissioner Edward Caban, the raids on Wednesday and Thursday targeted the city’s deputy mayor for criminal justice, Philip Banks III, his brother, schools Chancellor David Banks, First Deputy Mayor Sheena Wright, and a third Banks brother, Terrence Banks, who is not a city official, local media reported.

"Investigators have not indicated to us the mayor or his staff are targets of any investigation," Lisa Zornberg, the mayor’s chief counsel, said in a statement. "As a former member of law enforcement, the mayor has repeatedly made clear that all members of the team need to follow the law."

As he left City Hall in lower Manhattan on Thursday afternoon, Adams, a former police captain, told reporters, “The goal is to follow the law and that is what this administration always stood for and what we’re going to continue to stand for.”

The search warrants at the homes of the deputy mayors and the schools chancellor were first reported by the nonprofit news outlet The City. The seizure by federal agents of the police commissioner’s phones was first reported by Spectrum News NY1.

While New York, like most big cities, has had its share of scandals, the search warrant on Police Commissioner Caban, by investigators from the U.S. attorney’s office in Manhattan, was striking.

“It’s unprecedented for a commissioner to even be mentioned in the context of a federal criminal investigation,” said Hank Sheinkopf, a veteran Democratic political consultant. While other police commissioners oversaw the NYPD during federal probes of the department’s practices, and of individual officers, “not one of them had a federal search warrant served on them,” Sheinkopf said.

A spokesman for the U.S. attorney’s office in Manhattan declined to comment, as did the FBI.

More: NYC Mayor Eric Adams wants changes to sanctuary city laws, increased cooperation with ICE

Adams is known for keeping a tight circle of friends and confidants, many of whom date back to his days in the police department.

Deputy Mayor Philip Banks is a former top NYPD official who was named as an unindicted co-conspirator in an earlier federal bribery probe. His brother, schools Chancellor David Banks, is the romantic partner of First Deputy Mayor Sheena Wright.

Adams adviser Timothy Pearson, who was also reportedly served with a search warrant, is a former police inspector. Pearson and Terrence Banks could not be reached for comment.

This week’s raids were unrelated to an ongoing federal investigation into possible illegal Turkish financing of Mayor Adams’ 2021 campaign, a source familiar with that probe said. The FBI seized Adams’ mobile phones and computer in November 2023, and searched the home of his campaign treasurer.

“The FBI is more engaged in municipal corruption cases around this country than it has ever been,” Sheinkopf said. “You know, those 5:30AM wakeup calls don’t come out of thin air.”

[fnafindigowillafton]

Hi! Back again with the second post of the day! And this time we have-

Tada~! The Missing Children Gang! Be sure that the posts I'll be posting in the near future will have some patterns, particularly the last names as they will be relevant soon, again! Feel free to ask questions! This picture takes place in 1982 before tragedy struck

Here's some extra info about them!

Gabriel:

-3(1982)-6(1985) yrs old

-The youngest of the five

-A Freddy Fazbear Fan

-Loves Teddy Bears

-Follows his big siblings everywhere

-Daddy's boy, he loves his daddy so big, very much

Jeremy:

-11(1982)-14(1985)

-The smart one of the five

-Loves books

-where's a bunny headband to match his older brother's headphones

-Looks up to his older brother

-The middle child between his older brother and little sister

Susie:

-10(1982)-13(1985)

-The only girl of the five

-Loves dolls and puppies

-Has a puppy named "Puffcake"

-The youngest of her siblings

-Is a kind sweetheart

Lil' Fritz:

-5(1982)-8(1985)

-The Energetic Gremlin of the of the five

-A Foxy the Pirate Fox fanatic

-Obsessed with pirates

-The youngest of his brothers

-His Dad is the same police team as Aaron and he knows the Afton kids well

Cassidy:

-12(1982)-15(1985)

-The oldest and hotheaded one of the five

-They are adopted

-Often gets into fights, especially with Angel or Aerin

-Has a strange fixation of having a "rivalry" with Terrence

-Secretly admires Will/Indigo

[witchyleehibernates]

Godly Parents - The Socs

Paul Holden is a son of Zeus

He gives off big brother vibes with Bob.

Randy Adderson is a son of Apollo

He's an amazing archer, which he thinks is all he has going for him, but he can also feel other people's emotions if he's particularly close to them (either physically or emotionally(like his group of friends)). He's pretty sure his mom dislikes him and his (step)father is always drinking so he sorta chills at Bob's for the most part. They tend to drive around because Bob doesn't want to be at home either. They go to Paul's when they both particularly feel shitty about their home lives and the demigods' stuff takes a toll on them.

Robert “Bob” Sheldon is a son of Zeus

Is usually found at Randy's side, and the two of them are usually taking Paul, who is Bob's half brother. His mother absolutely cheated on her husband with Zeus, and ended up extremely ill after Bob turned 3. She'd wanted to have a daughter and her and her husband tried to get pregnant but could not. The one time she did she nearly died. Shes incredibly upset about that, and while she tries to hide that from Bob... When she's drunk all that pain and anger and frustration comes out at Bob. His step father isn't the best help either, but they both love him (when they aren't drinking) and are otherwise amazing parents, even his step father.

Clark “Brill” Brillstein

I don't know enough about Brill's personality or headcanons to accurately place him. Feel free to leave suggestions!!!

Beverly “Bev” Jitney-Bush

I don't know enough about Bev's personality or headcanons to accurately place her. Feel free to leave suggestions!!!

Terrence “Trip” Dripp

I don't know enough about Trip's personality or headcanons to accurately place him. Feel free to leave suggestions!!!

Sherri “Cherry” Valance

Cherry gives me the feel of a daughter of Athena. She gets along great with Ponyboy while at Camp, since what happens at camp stays at camp, because they read together. They recommend books and they just exist in the same general space together. He draws while she reads sometimes. But she is very intelligent and she has a 'fiery' attitude to those who disturb her general peace. Reminds me greatly of Annabeth.

Chet Baker

I don't know enough about Chet's personality or headcanons to accurately place him. Feel free to leave suggestions!!! However, I get the distinct feel of Apollo for him? Feels like he would love being the 'annoying younger brother' to Randy.

Marcia is a daughter of Demeter

I don't actually know why, but I get the distinct feel of Demeter from her? She gives me the vibe that she would be good with plants, and she is definitely someone you shouldn't piss off, because she can and will make your clothes itchy for weeks. Doesn't matter how many times you wash them... the poison Ivy or poison oak or whatever the itchy plant is will get into your clothing.

[mintyfrostyart]

AYO DETECTIVE BOYS !!

These refs have been a long time coming and I'm so glad I was able to get to them. My next post is going to be about the Detective Gods which all have a brief desc.

Below the cut are Reginald's and Right's backstories/history.

Content Warnings! Reginald - child neglect, trauma from fire, loss of a loved one, adoption, and general heavy themes Right - betrayal of a long-time friend, drug use (smoking as escapism)

Reginald Adopted as a toddler, Reginald Suave was seen as a golden hope amongst his parents. They had tried for years to have children but they had no luck, and thus adoption was seen as their best option. Miraculously, however, his parents did manage to have a child, Daffodil. Reginald's presence as a golden hope suddenly was drafted as Daffodil was a miracle child. Reginald ended up being very close with his sister, making escapes many times to go and watch the trains that would pass by their house. When Reginald was 14, there was a fire at their house, but Daffodil did not make it out. His parents deeply grieved the death of their daughter and the apparency of Reginald being neglected fully became apparent to him. Reginald would disappear for days afterward, wouldn't come back to the house until late and it was often a case that his parents spared him half a glance. For Reginald, the countryside, his parents-- he didn't want to stay any longer. So he got his bags and left for the big city. Luckily, an uncle (his father's brother), Terrence Suave ran into him on the street and quickly offered him a place to say. Terrence had of course heard of what had happened to Daffodil, but he didn't question why Reginald was out on his own. He cared for him as a father-- taking him in, offering him work-- anything to help him out in his time of need. Reginald was never a man of emotion, and Terrence in the present only recalls two times to see him cry: the first being the night he took him in. Terrence assumed a sort of father figure to him. A young detective himself, Terry was dedicated to giving Reginald another chance. Reginald himself would follow in Terrence's footsteps and joined the police prescient at 17 and was promoted to Lieutenant at 24. Terrence later became captain. Reginald didn't move out of the house until his lieutenant status, since he didn't want to be a burden on the man who'd cared for him. At some point in his teenage years, Terry offered to adopted him as his son, marking the second time Reg had ever cried in front of him. Being the captain's son, this would usually be something a lot of people would take pride in. Whilst his badge says "Reginald Suave", a lot of people assumed that Reginald was trying to stick it to the captain in a way of saying "we're on the same status" instead of actually being his son. So Reginald opted instead for the last name "Copperbottom", after Detective Copperbottom. Detective Copperbottom is a whole other story, but it's important to note that Copperbottom is a sort of mythical figure with an infamous reputation for good deeds, kind of like a Robin Hood. Regardless, in the present, Reginlad is pushing mid-thirities and is completely content with life. He's got a job, barely spends anything, and works as much as he can. His father being his father does not exactly agree with this lifestyle-- so what better way than to give him a partner? The ever-famous Detective Right Hanson Manfred.

Right

Marcus Hansen Manfred comes from a family of 14 children with him being exactly the middle. He has two loving mothers (one of whom is transgender) and a loving father. Three parents and 14 children living in the countryside of Lidimay (one of the three states of Cruxidul). You could say life as a young healthy, hearty young boy was all the fun.

And most certainly it was. But as much as Marcus loved his family, his strongest bond grew with that of his childhood friend, Edward "Eddie" Jones. Eddie went to Marcus' house as a child to be home schooled by one of Marcus' mothers, amongst other children, and Eddie and Marcus quickly became great friends. Through and through, the two would go everywhere together. Tending to the farmside, catching trains together-- nothing was boring.

Marcus originally wanted to stay home and take a farming job like much of his family, but Eddie had plans for the big city: Revensteed. There, crime was afoot, and it needed heros like Eddie to come in and stop! Marcus didn't want to let go, so seemingly out of no where, he announced he was going to join Eddie in the police force.

At 16 (Marc) and 17 (Ed), the two of them got themselves junior position as partners on the north side of town, and they were damn good at what they did. Eddie was clearly built for this; he was a natural. Everything they did was imaculate. But Marcus couldn't keep up with the speed of his partner. Somehow, he always lagged behind in something, and it got to Marcus signfificantly. Eddie truly had a passion for this, and Marcus wasn't the shining example he wished he was.

Marcus was never a criminal, but he found himself in the wrong crowd some of the time in his despair. A bar, a club-- the usual place to destress. If he wasn't in a good mood, this would be the place he would go.

At 25 (Marc) and 26, the two of them faced a final straw. Eddie had been wanting to excel to lieutenant, possibly even captain. But Marcus wasn't in a position for the two of them to remain partners if this were to happen. Eddie was to be relocated to the South (where the crime is the worst), and Marcus simply couldn't compete with that. Marcus urged him to stay-- to come up with something to comprimise.

It ended up blowing in his face. The hugest fight they've ever had right then and there. Everything came out all at once. Marcus didn't want this to be the end, but Eddie got his bags to leave for the South and didn't say goodbye.

That was truly the end of their partnership.

Marcus was in pieces. He wished and envied and hated that man-- he didn't think that he'd done anything wrong. He just wanted the best for the both of them, didn't he? Whatever-- it wasn't his fault. And Marcus would continue to be in this denial for a very, very long time. In his fit of depression, Marcus stumbled upon quite the location: Caisno Radman. It was a place of pleasure, relaxation-- anything to keep the troubles away from people. Marcus wasn't sure why he went there; it was just to get the stress of his shoulders.

But somehow, he met someone. Jullian Harp. Jullian was a sly fellow, from outside the country who seemed to always be around queer hot spots like Casino Radman. In somehow in a mix of conversation, Jullian mistakes Marcus' name for "Right". It ended up sticking out to Marcus, and he figured that "Right", as an alias in the detective agency, may be a little less painful.

Jullian and him ended up dating for several months before they broke off on equal terms, and they are very distant friends now, esepically since Jullian is indeed an assosiate of a criminal mafia (Radman).

Yet, now "Right" Hansen Manfred works still in his detective position. He has refused for years to get a new partner, but his luck may just have run out when he gets news from the captain one day.

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Terence Higgs & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Slytherin Students Characters: Harry Potter, Terence Higgs, Adrian Pucey, Cassius Warrington, Lucian Bole, Miles Bletchley Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Harry Potter was Adopted by Other(s), Selectively Mute Harry Potter, Prompt Fic, Fluff, Christmas, Yuletide, Cute Harry Potter, Good Slytherins, Brotherly Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Not Canon Compliant Series: Part 16 of Of Fests and Prompts [Ao3 & Discord Prompts], Part 6 of Cuddles fics for touch-starved people [Multi-fandoms] Summary:

Harry leaves Hogwarts to spend Yule with his family. He spends the journey talking and snuggling with his adoptive brother.

 Written for the HP Yuletide Bliss 2022 - Day 8 | Fond memories / "Remember that time when mum put salt instead of sugar to the cake?"

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

I fear I may absolutely need your Texas hcs

*not forcing ^_^*

EEEEEE YAY I GET TO RAMBLE ABOUT THE SILLY COWBOY :D

Appearance:

Height: 6'5

Build: Lanky w/ soft and strong edge

Eyes: reddish brown

Hair: curly (2b) dark brown hair, shoulder length

Skin tone: almond skin

Natural markings: freckles (they're all star shaped too :3)

Other markings: many scars from both burns, whips, guns, and blades.

Other physical traits: a couple of his fingers are crooked, he's double jointed, and his wrist and spine are both slightly crooked due to shit breaking and not healing right. He also has sharp fangs cuz yes :3

Normal hc's:

-he has five dogs (two German shepherds named Rosco and Daisy, one Aussie shepherd named Bailey, one Texas heeler named Blue, and a Chihuahua named Maria. Tho. If you ask the other states, Maria is the wicked witch of Vernon /JOKE. She's only sweet to Texas. And Loui. But everyone loves Loui.)

-is somehow both a big brother and a mother figure to Loui

-he age regresses as a coping mechanism

-^usually to around ages 5-12

-really enjoys reading and drawing

-he also really loves flowers, tho he'd rather die than admit it cuz he thinks it's "too feminine"

-he lets Loui braid flowers and other accessories into his hair

-^anyone that teases him about it gets punched in the face <3

-speaks Spanish (obviously), French, German, Vietnamese, Chinese, Latin (tho he doesn't use it), ASL, Arabic, and surprisingly (at least to the other states), Hindi, Tagalog, Korean, Russian, Czech, Polish, and Urdu.

-^He has almost no problem switching between these too

-AuDHD, Depression, Anxiety, BPD, DID, PTSD, and mild psychosis

-he does trick riding!

-bro is severely dehydrated

-he hates balloons for some reason

-sometimes when he's speaking, he'll either slip into Spanish or he'll slip into at least a Spanish accent

-i don't see him as someone that cusses a lot, only a moderate amount. Like- he'll just say something like "FUCK! Oh- uh- sorry 😔"

-^so when he cusses and doesn't apologize immediately after, it means that he's either info dumping (too focused to apologize), or hes extremely pissed off.

-He can play the guitar (any type, tho he prefers acoustic), piano, and strangely kalimba and the Irish flute cuz he likes how they sound.

-His human name is Terrence cuz it feels like a very Texan name to me

Angst hc's under the cut!! (tw for sa, sh, child abuse, drinking, and hallucinations/delusions)

-he has a really bad drinking and smoking problem

-Due to some trauma related to SA, he has parts of his body that are "trigger spots", as in, he panics if they're touched (mainly without permission)

-he panics if any of his limbs are pinned, in any circumstance (sparring, tickling, play fighting, other more scandalous activities, he HATES not having control of his limbs)

-very insecure about his soft spots :(

-blind in one eye (thanks Mexico :/)

-Texas does alot of things that he doesn't know is SH

-VERY jumpy, especially with the sound of breaking glass, shouting, or anything that sounds anything like a gunshot

-the more Spanish, the more panicked he is

-he often has alot of hallucinations of people that hurt him in the past

-^and they've felt so real that he could practically feel the pain again.

[lovelygirlnicole15]

Bonnie and Morgana were having a female talk while walking around the Airship, there were times when Morgana hold Bonnie's arm in any case they stopped somewhere (even tho Bonnie has her walking stick since she's blind), However, the talk about their siblings came to light.

"So... Bonnie, can you tell me a bit about your sister Binta?"

"... I barely remember her appearance... But I still remember her voice..."

"oh...?"

"last time I saw her... Was the last time I lost my eye vision... Because of our parents..."

"Oh dear..."

"after I lost my eye vision I've been by myself, I never heard Binta's voice ever again, and I really miss her... But I also miss seeing the world, the colors, the people, I miss those views..."

"Aw dear, I'm really sorry..."

"it's alright... You would've love meeting my big sister, she was amazing, I remember her cheerful smile, and her good attitude, despise the bad situation we used to live, she always had a cheerful mood."

"... Like Ronaldo..."

"eh?"

"oh, my apologies dear."

"... You know, Morgana, I really wish I could see you and everyone in the Toppat Clan... Including my sweet Nocciola (the witch)..."

"we all wish that, dear, we all wish that... And let me be honest with you... I also miss my brother, Rupert."

"... I'm glad you still miss him... I really miss my sister... And I believe she's desperately looking for me, for as much as I love being here in the Toppat Clan, I really wish I could see Binta again... It's been 10 years since we last talked..."

"I'm sure you'll see her again, darling... Someday..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bonnie Spencer belongs to me

Morgana Price belongs to @smoresthehalloweenqueen

Note: I don't know much of Morgana's past so by the fact that she had some relationship with Terrence (according to the Captured Charles Au) I believe she met Ronaldo Copperbottom (Reginald's dead twin brother)

[liviavanrouge]

New Ally

Faith: SCREW YOU AND YOUR DEAL!

Orrin: Faith, let's calm down, shall we-

Faith: *Stands up, walking from the table* You can keep your deal, unlike you I don't toss people away!

Orrin: *Looks at Terrence* You understand right, Terrence, we're family

Faith: Terrence!

Terrence: *Looks at Faith then Orrin, his eyes wide*

Faith: *Holds her hand out, staring at him*

Orrin: *Smiles* Terrence-

Terrence: *Stands up and walks past Orrin, taking Faith's hand*

Faith: *Side eyes Orrin as she walked out* Don't talk to me or my little brother ever again, bastard, find someone else to bother

Terrence: *Glares at Orrin, walking beside Faith*

~~~~

Faith: *Looks down at Terrence* You alright?

Terrence: I thought we were family, but he tried to kill me, were it not for you I'd be dead

Faith: *Pulls Terrence close* It's alright...

Terrence: *Rubs his eyes* C-Can I have a new name?

Faith: How about......Leon, it's a tough name and you've survived the harshness of the world for so long...

Terrence: *Looks down and smiles slightly* I like it...

Faith: *Wraps her arm around his shoulder, resting her head on top of his* Let's go home then, Leon Star

Leon: Alright, Big Sis

~~~~

Arlo: You're joking, Faith-

Faith: Trust me, Terrence isn't gonna betray us..

John: You gave him a new name and a whole new identity though, if he does something we won't known it's him

Faith: Do you guys trust me?

Remi: Of course, Faba, but it's Terrence we can't trust!

Isen: He literally aided in trying to take our abilities and possibly kill everyone!

Blyke: Did you forget that!?

Faith: I've known Terrence since I was fourteen, it may not have been long but he is loyal to a fault-

Blyke: EXACTLY! He has to be turned back in!!

Faith: You said you guys trust me, so trust me when I say that Terrence won't betray us, I trust my little brother

Arlo: Faith-

Faith: Please Arlo...

Arlo: *Sighs and nods* Fine, he has ONE chance, if he betrays us he gets tossed back into jail.

Remi: Agreed, Faith?

Faith: Agreed....

Faith: Come inside, Leon!

Leon: *Opens the door and walks in, his hair dyed a flaming orange with yellow contacts in his eyes*

Isen: See! He has a whole new look, we weren't gonna know it's him

Remi: Isen, we made a deal with Faith, so we trust Leon for now...

Leon: I can tell you a little of what I know but not much

Faith: *Smiles and pats Leon's head* Maybe tell us a bit more about what we already know and we can work around to what you know

Leon: *Smiles at her and nods* Alright big sis...

Remi: *Stares in surprise at the two* He's completely different

Blyke: Don't tell me-

Remi: Maybe we can trust him...he's completely loyal to Faith now it seems

@childofwitches

[orbitalpirate]

What are the cute little nicknames the 9 have for each other?

This is going to be such a long one because I have so many thoughts so obligatory read more

Jamie: Sam calls him brother sometimes, Dani obviously calls him amigo, Colin calls him worm sometimes as a callback or Jame, Isaac calls him Tartty Party, Richard calls him JamieTartt a lot all one word, Jan calls him Englishman, Thierry is terrible at nicknames calls him bro bc he used to call him bra bc he used to call him brassiere bc he used to call him pasties bc he used to call him pastry bc he used to call him Jam Tart bc his name is Jamie Tartt, Moe calls him Golden Boy

Sam: Jamie calls him my brother or my boy, Dani calls him Sammy Boy, Colin calls him Obie, Isaac calls him Sam the Man, Richard calls him Sanya, Jan calls him Sammuel, Thierry back at it again with drum machine bc he used to call him rhythm section bc he used to call him rhyme time bc he used to call him Sam Jam, Moe calls him Prince Sam

Dani: Jamie calls him Muchacho, Sam calls him Rojas, Colin calls him Dan the Man, Isaac calls him Ace, Richard calls him A.B. short for alter boy after they bonded over the realization that they were both alter boys, Jan calls him Believer bc of a long fight they got in about the existence of ghosts, Thierry calls him BB bc he used to call him baby boy bc he used to call him junior bc he used to call him Isaac jr bc he used to call him rolos bc he used to call him rojo bc Rojas, Bumbercatch calls him Lightning

Colin: Jamie calls him Col or worm, Sam calls him Hugh Grant, Dani calls him Colin the Chameleon (associated with my personal belief of the fan song for colin), Isaac calls him so many things including Babe Honey Bestie GBF Hughes Col and many others, Richard calls him Koala, Jan calls Goldfish, Thierry calls him seven bc he called him prime bc he calls him primary color bc he used to call hum color wheel bc he used to him Hue, Bumbercatch calls him Star

Isaac: Jamie calls him big man, Sam calls him captain, Dani calls him captain, Colin also calls him so many things Brother Bear I-Man Mcadoo Best Boyo, Richard calls him Mcadoo, Jan calls him my captain, Thierry actually just calls Isaac Captain, Moe calls him hotstuff and top man

Richard: (I should say he hates all nicknames) Jamie calls him Francois, Sam calls him the sommelier, Dani calls him Chee, Colin calls him The Shard, Isaac calls him Dick Law, Jan calls him Liefje, Thierry calls him sexy bc he used to call him hotty bc he used to call him hot chick bc he used to call him chicken sandwich bc he used to call him chicken cordon bleu bc he used to call him Cordon, Moe calls him Fancy Pants

Jan: Jamie calls him dutchman, Sam calls him Dutchy, Dani calls him Jam, Colin calls him Giant, Isaac calls him Tree, Richard calls him amour heart babe baby Richard calls Jan anything he can get in there, Thierry calls him Dead man as a threat that he better not hurt Richard (Jan finds this hilarious), Moe calls him Blondie

Thierry: Jamie calls him Zorro, Sam calls him Zman, Dani calls him brother, Colin calls him Terrence, Isaac calls him Montreal, Richard calls him frere, Jan calls him Masked Man, Bumbercatch calls him Goalman

Bumbercatch: Jamie calls him Bumbie, Sam calls him catch, Dani calls him Benedict, Colin calls him Moseph, Isaac calls him Bee, Richard calls him MBP (like mvp but mb for moe Bumbercatch), Jan calls him Team Dork, Thierry calls him honey, bc he used to call him bumberbee (many people think they are dating, they absolutely are not)

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 13: Mirror

What did it mean to be a mirror of someone? So alike, but so different at the same time. That was the question that ran through Roman’s mind as he sat in bed and sketched out a moment from the DND campaign Thomas was doing with his friend Terrence. It was such a creative game that he couldn’t resist.

His room, or rather their room, the room of Creativity was one that Thomas hadn’t visited yet. Being it was split between himself and Remus it was….interesting to say the least.

Half of it was a bedroom/study that looked like it belonged in a castle. Four poster bed, many comfortable pillows and blankets in gold and red with cream accents. Disney merchandise along shelves, a bookshelf, window with a nook overlooking the forest and a desk with paint and ink marks all over it. Roman wasn’t as methodical as Logan about his neatness, at least all the time. His art supplies were in a system only he recognized, but the room was neat enough you saw the floor and he kept his bed made and clothes clean.

Remus’ half….not so much. His rose red eyes looked over to where his twin was on his stomach, kicking his legs as he was likewise occupied with his own sketchbook. In shades of black and green with silver accents, his room was a full on mess that would make the clean minded all faint on sight. Clothes piled everywhere, bedding in disarray and the only reason the prince didn’t need a gas mask was because Imagination filtered it out. There was horror merchandise on shelves, a bookshelf with dog eared, torn books, a scuffed mess covered desk and the broken window overlooked a darker forest.

But there was something that was a familiar sight to him. Art supplies in a system almost the same as his, even if they were more covered in dried paint than his own.

The Duke’s poisonous green eyes looked up, his mustache quirked as he grinned mischievously at the Prince. He propped his cheek on his hand. “What’s that look for brother dearest? Oh no, you’ve been thinking haven’t you? I smell the smoke from here.”

Roman rolled his eyes and despite himself a smile tugged at his lips as he watched Remus wave a hand around in faux disgust. He scoffed to hide a chuckle.

“Ha-Ha very funny Remus. Yes, I have been thinking. About how we’re a mirror of each other, we’re so alike…yet so different.”

Remus hummed softly and he rolled over onto his back and wriggled up to set his head in Roman’s lap.

“It’s not that big a shock, if you want I can take you to meet Mary. She can give you quite the shock, that girl is something else! And maybe try to bite your lips off, but I can smack her with the morning star and she’ll know you’re not food. We went to this great bar for drinks-“

He pinched the bridge of his nose in the way of exasperated siblings everywhere and he cut off his twin’s ramble quickly but gently as he began to idly stroke Remus’ hair.

“I mean it’s just a bit confusing since we weren’t always twins. I did compare you to looking in a funhouse mirror before.”

Remus let out a content hum at the affection before he responded voice soft for once.

“It’s not really that far from the truth Roman. We may have been Creativity in full once, but when we had to we split. I was a bit more like you when Thomas was younger…but as time passed he saw two different kinds of creativity. I got most of my power from when he was a teenager. You know that time where everyone is stupid, gross, into the dark and taboo.”

“And that’s where the Intrusive Thought part of you began to manifest and where my Passion did as well.”

Roman finished for him in a similar soft tone. He sighed and twisted s bit, so he could curl around Remus and set his head on his stomach. He smiled as he felt their hands subconsciously join and Remus squeezed softly. They both knew that the prince only thought like this due to how he wanted to ignore his mental crisis of everything not really being as black and white as he’d thought, that had reared it’s head when Janus properly introduced himself and challenged everything he thought he understood.

Virgil had helped as much as he could, and he had tried bless his anxious heart, but it still wasn’t that simple for Roman to confront that part of himself yet. He knew he would soon enough, and when he did he’d have not just the others beside him, but his twin as well. Because they were each other’s mirror, where one went so did the other.

[reflectionsofacreator]

📖 XVI

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

So I've had this idea for a modern AU knocking around in my head for some time, rather than a fic set in the regular setting, and it's focused on the polycule that is Joshua/Dion/Terence/Jote.

The catch is that it's told through in universe recordings of therapy sessions, with certain names or events redacted or told out of order.

The fic would follow the four of them as they start to open up about their various issues; either with each other, their pasts, whatever. Initially Terence is the most open with the therapist, citing that he's the one who pushed for all of them to finally go to therapy. Dion is pretty quickly revealed to have deep seated religious trauma from his father's homophobia and keeping his relationship with Terence a secret for 10+ years. Jote is the most blunt about how she knows that she's extremely messed up, but she's willing to try. Joshua is presented as charming but constantly redirecting and trying to get out of actually having to talk about his own issues, much to the therapist's chagrin.

Slowly it's revealed that Dion and Terrence have been together since their very religious highschool days, with Dion bearing the brunt of the secret keeping from Sylvestre, who has kept himself involved in his son's life by monetary assistance. They'd been happy together for several years but didn't dare get married for fear of what retaliation Sylvestre or his new wife Anabella would foster on to them. Things had started to change when Terence met and fell for Jote, with that being the catalyst for ending up here, in the therapist's office.

The first time Joshua really opens up is recounting the time that he and Dion met, at his brother Clive's house. It had been silly and fun, with Clive mistaking Dion's panic over intruding on Terence and Jote's date as Dion being cheated on and offered him a place to stay. There's even a few laughs as Joshua recounts the night, only to sober and go quiet. The therapist asks what's wrong, and Joshua murmurs this I fear that Dion hates me now.

Hard cut to Dion again, with the recording noting that he's been silent for seven minutes. Finally he admits that he doesn't know where he stands with Joshua, because Joshua won't talk to him. He's always felt somewhat guilty about their relationship in the deep recesses of his mind, worried that he doesn't love Terence enough, worry that it makes him a bad person to love more than one person at a time. He worries over not being enough for Joshua or Terence, and even Jote, though he and she are not romantically involved.

There's a cut to Jote. Yes, Joshua and I are... pretty unhealthy, I guess. It's what happens when you accidentally make a cult in highschool and it blows up in your face. We would've been fine, I think, but my brother Cyril's sentence was up, and he got released from prison. And he came looking for us. I've never been so terrified when I realized he was in our house, that he'd tricked Terence and Dion into letting him inside, acted like a regular person. Well, there was one other time, when I saved Joshua's life. Funny how those two things are related.

For the first time, there's a new voice on the recordings; a young teenager named Olivier. He's a little haughty, but he stresses that he doesn't really get why he's here, other than Terence insisted. Really that Cyril guy wasn't that big of a deal, just a bit creepy? Oh, we don't have to talk about that? Awesome. Anyways how about the fact that I accidentally outed Dion to our homophobic father on the same night that I got punished for being caught kissing a boy? Yeah, um... how do I not feel guilty about that btw, and the fact that Dion got legal custody of me when I've been nothing but a burden?

There's so many ideas I have for this, but like. The framing device of "in universe therapy sessions" makes me not actually want to write it. I would need to go down a rabbithole of how actual sessions get conducted, have to nail each character's voice, etc. But the idea of slowly revealing the plot of this story that actually spanned over the course of ~6 years, and how each of them affected each other, agh. Won't leave me alone.

For what it's worth -- Joshua and Jote have been together since highschool as well (their whole Undying Cult thing that Cyril also was apart of) (it's a lot) (Cyril's still obsessed with Joshua years later, hence the Everything), and later got secretly married so Cyril wouldn't be listed as her next of kin. They both went into medical school to try and "make up" for what happened, but they're rather private about the events to the point that Terence and Dion didn't know until it showed up on their doorstep.

Yeah, it's a bit over the top and stuff, but like. Putting all the fantastical stuff in a modern lens is interesting and makes for some fascinating exploration of character.

Jote and Dion are not romantically involved, largely because Dion is Hella Gay. Similarly, Joshua and Terence are good friends, but aren't really involved romantically other than "let's doubleteam Dion". Terence and Jote met while Jote and Joshua were still in college, and by the time the story takes place (several years later, in therapy) both Joshua and Jote are certified medical professionals and they also all live in a house together and co-parent The Brat Olivier.

This got away from me. Oops.