#chance is the oldest and momentum is the youngest of the older set of siblings

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Here are my two TF ocs Chance (brightstar) and Momentum I finally made refs for artfight this year! They're a set of brothers (I'm going to draw their other brother, skysong today) and I have a lot of thoughts on them

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Age rundown: Louis - youngestStephen - 2 years olderMegan - 3 years older Lizzie - 4 years older 

Age 7

Both boys were shouting with laughter as Stephen tossed Louis to the ground, the younger of the brothers bouncing back quickly and throwing his smaller form at his big brother. This time Stephen didn’t throw Louis off him, but rather let the boy’s momentum send them both to the ground, where they lay wrestling on the damp ground for a few minutes until their oldest sister came stalking out. Already filled with self-importance and attitude, eleven-year-old Lizzie set both her hands on her hips and glared out at her brothers. “Mom says it’s time to come in and get ready for dinner.” She announced, wrinkling her nose at the boys. “You’re both dirty and gross.”

The two boys had paused when she started speaking, and now they exchanged a devious look. Abandoning their roughhousing, both muddy boys leapt from the ground and ran for their sister, who shrieked and fled back into the house, the laughter of her brothers chasing her into the house.

Still age 7

The four siblings were curled up across the couch and the loveseat in the living room watching Cheaper By The Dozen. Mom and dad were in the kitchen, talking and cleaning up after dinner and the children were left to their own devices.

“Fed Ex!” Lizzie howled with laughter. “Like Louis!” She threw a mocking look at her youngest sibling but before Louis could respond, Stephen was glaring at his sister.

“Shut up, Lizzie.”

“He’s not like anyone else, maybe he was fed-exed too.” This time it was Stephen who didn’t get a chance to respond, it was Louis who jumped up, eyes narrowed in hurt and anger, and threw himself at Lizzie, yanking her by the leg off the couch to fight with her like he would with Stephen. Lizzie shrieked- as she was wont to do- and Stephen jumped up right after Louis and pulled him off before he could do much more than jump onto his sister, and pulled him from the room.

“C'mon Lou, we’ll go play by ourselves. No girls allowed!” He shouted back at Lizzie, who was glaring at her brothers and looking to Megan for help, who had ignored the fight and looked away from her sister when Lizzie looked up at her. Megan had never been one to get involved in the others’ fights, and she wasn’t about to start now with a feud brewing between boys and girls. The two boys closed themselves away in Stephen’s room, made a sign ‘no girls allowed’ and hung it on his door, and Stephen let Louis play with his new racing game on his Xbox.

And Louis was able to relax for a few races, until Lizzie came pounding on the door demanding to be let in. The boys ignored her, snickering together until Lizzie unleashed the nuclear bomb.

Mom.

Who knocked, but it was a parental knock, a ‘I’m respecting your right to close your door but I’m also your parent and I can come in if I want to’ knock followed immediately by her unlocking the door and letting it swing open. “Boys, you have to be inclusive when you’re playing.”

“Lizzie was being mean!” Louis protested.

“Louis hit me!” Lizzie was quick to defend herself.

Their mother looked aghast at her youngest. “Louis is that true?” Her voice had sharpened, punishment inevitable in her voice.

“Lizzie started it!”

“Regardless, there is no hitting allowed in this house. Apologize to your sister.”

Stephen opened his mouth to protest but Louis didn’t see; all he saw was red as he threw the controller to the ground and stomped out of the room. “You always take her side!” He screamed, stomping as loudly as he could to his own room. “No one can come in!” He shouted before slamming the door shut.

Age 12

Phillip almost had him pinned in the grass, but at the last second Louis flipped them over and suddenly Phillip was the pinned rather than the pinner. Phillip kicked out, trying to dislodge Louis from above him, and started to succeed, which only made Louis laugh and struggle to keep the other boy pinned down.

Lizzie- still primped, still self-important, and still judgemental of everything Louis did- came out with a wrinkle of her nose that was exactly the same as it had been when she was eleven. “Louis!” She squalled. Whatever she had come out to say was lost to the disgust in her expression at the mud-covered pre-teens. “You are the most revolting person I’ve ever seen.” She snapped, eyes cold as they flicked between the two boys.

Phillip had paused, looking up at Lizzie from the ground, and Louis rolled off him, raking a hand through his hair with a grin. “Aww, must suck being so ugly you can’t afford to get dirty now and then.”

Lizzie’s eyes narrowed at him. “Better ugly than the accident baby.” She retorted with a mean curl of her lips, the hurt of his insult coming out in that old hurt she knew still stung him, that two-year difference between him and the next youngest as opposed to the single year difference between the older three. They all knew Louis wasn’t planned, but only Lizzie was ruthless enough to use it against him.

The red came back, and it was only when Phillip’s fingers wrapped around his wrist did he realize his hand had clenched into a fist. Held back by his best friend from physically lashing out, he lashed out instead with his words. “Maybe that’s why boys don’t want to kiss you- you’re too ugly.” It was a low blow, he’d heard her talking to one of her friends on her cell phone barely a week ago, knew it was a weak spot in Lizzie’s otherwise impenetrable armor of self-confidence. There was a guilty sense of satisfaction that twisted in his gut at the way her jaw dropped, at the shock and hurt that clouded her expression.

“You- you’re an asshole, Louis.” She bit back, turning on her heel and stalking back into the house with her head held high. When he looked back to Phillip, he felt the guilt worsen at the chiding look on his best friend’s face.

“What?”

“That was mean. She looked like she was going to cry.”

Louis shrugged. “It’s Lizzie, she’s fine. She’s probably planning her revenge right now.” And if not now, then soon. He’d pay for what he said, but it was worth it to have shut her up for once.

He could almost hear Phillip’s thoughts whirring, wondering if he should push the subject or let it go, and after a minute, with a quick strike of his fist against Louis’ shoulder, he jumped up from the ground and took off running. “You’re it!”

Louis yelped in delighted indignation and pushed from the ground to give chase. Tag. A kids’ game, yeah, but Phillip knew Louis, and knew that any game that pushed his limits physically was a game he’d always play. And while Louis may be the tougher of the two, Phillip had always been faster.

Age 22

Louis came waltzing into the foyer just as the door opened and Stephen came walking in, ushering in a pretty brunette. Louis paused, a smirk drawing over his lips at the sight of the girl he’d been told Stephen was bringing home. Stephen saw him, and Louis caught the look of apprehension that darted across his expression before he smiled, and felt that demon in his belly rise to the bait-that-wasn’t-bait. He turned a charming smile to the girl. “Hello there gorgeous. You are way too beautiful for this moron; what is my brother paying you to play happy couple with him? I promise I can double it.” He added with a wink.

She looked back to Stephen, confused and awkward, and he gave her a reassuring smile. “Mel can you give me a second with my brother?” She nodded and with a kiss to his cheek and a still-confused smile to Louis, she went down the hall to disappear behind the door that led to the living room.

Faster than Louis could react- and faster than he thought Stephen could move- Stephen had lunged for Louis, and wrapped an abnormally large arm around Louis’ neck and had him bent over in a headlock. “Look, I know you get off on being an asshole but I swear to god if you say something like that to her again I’m going to kick your ass.”

But though Stephen would always have the height and weight advantage, Louis was no longer the scrawny, untrained kid he was back in high school. His foot came out to hook around Stephen’s ankle, his hands grasped the arm around his neck, and he yanked his foot and pulled down on the arm in the same moment, throwing Stephen off balance and sending them both to the ground where they started grappling.

Melissa looked back to the door, starting to rise to see what the commotion was about, but the older sister, Elizabeth, stopped her with a hand on her knee, though it was Mr. Warren who spoke. “They’ll get it out of their system and be in in a minute. You know how boys are.”

“Louis likes to make a scene.” Elizabeth offered with a conspiratory smirk. “Every family’s got one, right?” She laughed.

Lou had taken on guys Stephen’s size before, guys fiercer and tougher than his brother who had only gotten into a handful of fights in his life. But despite the demon in his belly that pushed him to test Stephen’s patience with him, he didn’t want to hurt his brother. Stephen was just defending his girl, he wasn’t trying to truly hurt Louis, and Louis was loathe to genuinely hurt Stephen in return.

His hesitance cost him, though, and Stephen managed to pin him down despite his (semi)best efforts to free himself. “Get off me you jackass!”

But Stephen remained an immovable boulder atop Louis and looked down at him with none of the anger that so often bled into Louis’ eyes. The only thing in Stephen’s eyes was annoyance and a sad sort of understanding. “I’m not fucking around with you, Lou. If you can’t play nice for thirty damn minutes, leave.”

That succeeded in pausing Louis’ struggles. “The fuck?”

Stephen, assuming Louis’ lack of fighting back meant he was giving in, let go of Louis’ pinned wrists and rolled off his brother to stand, running a hand through his hair. Louis hated that after their fight, Stephen still could look just as put together with a single hand through his hair and a straightening of his shirt, whereas Louis would always be just short of presentable with his casual clothing and constantly-bruised skin. Stephen offered a hand that Louis ignored as he stood. “Either get along with everyone for half an hour or leave. I’m not gonna let you fuck this up.”

For a second, Louis was tempted to stay, to pretend he could get along with his family for more than a few minutes at a time, give Stephen the impression he wanted to give his girlfriend. But his brother was right; he got off on fucking with Lizzie, on being the black sheep. It was the only thing he’d ever excelled at in his family. He wasn’t smart like Lizzie or selfless like Megan, he hadn’t managed to turn his anger and physicality into a career like Stephen and he obviously hadn’t followed in either of his parents’ footsteps. All he was good at doing was fucking shit up.

So he left. He wondered for a minute if Stephen would follow him, but the front door closed behind him and no other footsteps followed him, and honestly… he couldn’t blame his brother.