Hello time to ask about your ocs hehe
Ok first of all are there any sorts of rivalries between them or are they one big happy family? Pretty much are there any notable relationships between them?
Also I have to ask about Hector Jekyll and Edgar Hyde because I loveee Jekyll and Hyde so so much. Anyways, is it like the original novella where they are pretty much one person but they switch and change both physically and mentally? If so, had this always been happening or was there a potion of some sorts (like in the novella) that caused this? You can also mention other stuff about them if you want :))
Ok now hand over your bones /j
they are NOT one big happy family uh. lets see
everyone hates hector (and edgar). oh and on this point, they are in one body, but they switch! it started more as like.. a bit more similar to how something like did works (i dont know everything about did so take what i say with a grain of salt, and this character is NOT a system), but as the changes got more frequent, more differences in their physical appearances started showing up until they basically look like different people. it was not a potion (unfortunately), just something that started happening!
you cant see it in this but hectors eyes are green and edgars as blue (also old ass drawing im sorry)
anyway! back to rivalries! wirt and hector specifically fucking HATE eachother
jesse hates everyone except mary (and edie, because shes marys friend)
tato is bitchy to most people but doesnt hate any of them. wirt does not like them though, and harley is scared of her
there is some overall bad blood towards nessie after a.... certain event.. but before then, everyone loves her
as for notable relationships!!
wirt and tammy are siblings, obviously
tammy and damien dated once, but it didnt work out. theyre still friendly, though
nessie and lunar have a very sibling relationship
wirt looks up to lunar a lot (lunar does not see himself as a role model and it scares him)
as stated earlier, jesse is super protective over mary, like a guard dog and edie is bffs with mary
harley is besties with wirt, and kinda treats edie like a younger sister when he gets to know her
edie clings to lunar and treats him like an older brother/almost father figure
miss gray is very much like a grandma figure to everyone, but especially carmilla since she was raised there. nessie is like an older sister to her
the horse girls are like. fun cool older cousins to nessie. they helped her with her social transition
tato and lily are dating (but theres one little thing putting their relationship on the rocks... youll see)
lily and damien have a siblingish relationship, she braids his hair
here you go
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Mama’s Boy
my first writing on this account!! im actually pretty proud of this, despite the fact that i wrote it on my phone in probably 2 hrs lol.
TW for mentions of alcoholism and guns
König’s mother taught him to shoot. Before he even thought of joining the military, back when he was simply Edie’s boy- “the tall one, not the blond,”- from down the street. No one in the small town of Heugraben bothered with his all-too-common name. There were probably three Lukases from down the street, and he had yet to think of using his middle name, so Edith’s boy he became.
Edith was a small, stocky woman, with dark hair that had begun to gray at the roots. Her calloused hands guided König’s fingers to wrap around the trigger of the BB gun he had received for his twelfth birthday. He had been asking for one- his father would take him on hunting trips when he was sober enough to care, and König, young, naïve König, still held out hope that the man would return one day. He wanted to be able to impress his father with his marksmanship.
Edith had finally relented, and after a lengthy safety lecture that König barely paid attention to in his vibrating excitement, Edith set up some of Cristoph’s old practice targets in their vast backyard.
“Your hands are shaking, little prince,” she chastised, and reached out to steady him.
“Sorry, Mama.”
“No need for that,” Edith scoffed. She maneuvered König’s arms to the proper position and flicked the safety off. “Hold it up so the butt is against your shoulder,” Edith said. König received an admonishing flick to the back of the head when he giggled at her phrasing.
“Ow!” König turned to his mother with a pout. “If you keep flicking me like that, I’ll have a hole in my head!”
“Hm, maybe if you did I could finally dig around in there and get the cobwebs out,” Edith knocked on the crown of König’s head with her knuckles. He grumbled under his breath and Edith chuckled. “Alright, enough of that. Hold the end of the gun against your shoulder.” König did so, and Edith nodded. “Now look down the barrel of it. See the bump at the end? That’s the sight. That’s how you aim.”
König squeezed his left eye shut and pointed the sight at the target. His vision was a little blurry up this close, but he didn’t mention it.
“Now what?” He asked quietly.
“Now you line up the shot, and shoot.”
König tightened his grip on the gun, aimed, and hesitantly pulled the trigger. The sound startled him a bit and he stumbled back into his mother’s chest.
“Good job, Lukas!” Edith planted a kiss on top of König’s head (though she had to pull him down by the shoulders to do so) and clapped him on the shoulder. “Look- you hit it.”
König looked, and sure enough, he hit the target. Not a bullseye, but he hit it. A grin spread across his face, all crooked teeth and chubby cheeks, and he turned around to his mother.
“Papa’s gonna be so surprised when he comes back- he’ll finally let me help him on his hunting trips!”
Edith’s smile pinched and she took in a deep sigh. “Of course he will, my little prince.” She patted König’s shoulder and tried not to let her smile waver, lest she ruin König’s hope.
His brothers were older- they knew Cristoph wouldn’t come back. König, sweet, shy, wide-eyed and cherub-cheeked, in all his childlike innocence, couldn’t possibly imagine such a thing.
But of course, Papa never came back, as papas tend to do. Edith’s graying roots became salt-and-pepper, and the bags under her eyes deepened. König grew into his body, shooting up like a beanstalk even more than he had already, and by seventeen he had reached a mammoth six feet nine inches.
He had finally realized that being Lukas G. was frustrating, so suddenly, he was König. His middle name was fitting, as he certainly looked the part of a king- a towering, broad boy, with a crown of red hair, courtesy of Cristoph’s genes. His baby fat had mostly sloughed off, replaced by muscle, but his Oma still pinched his chubby cheeks as he said his goodbyes. He leaned down, nearly doubling over, so she could kiss him on the forehead.
“Stay safe, little prince,” she said with a smile.
“I will. I promise,” König shouldered his duffel bag and turned to his mother.
“Don’t go growing up on me while you’re gone,” Edith choked out through tears, “Come back for Hanukkah. And call, or write- I need to hear from you, okay?”
“I know, Mama. I will, I promise. I promise.” König hugged his mother as tightly as he dared. “I love you,” he said, face pressed against her hair.
“I love you too. So, so much,” she sighed, “now go.” Edith pulled away and shooed König off, into the military truck where his future laid.
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