#except for schoolwork and chores

[lightyearssurrogatedaddy]

Actual Skel Anatomy Brainrot

So my posts about magical membranes, vertebrae, teeth and traits was the end of it... right?

Haha LSD you dumb fuck, this is your new hyperfixation for the week.

Kind of long, I did this for fun and I'm not really up-to-date on what everyone's collective hivemind of an opinion is on Skel headcanons, so if I repeat something someone's already said, just be cool that you're hearing the same viewpoint twice:

Yeah

A Skel's body is naturally more resistant to most anti-depressants and pills, which aids them in being one of the least likely monster types to die from illness, but makes them more vulnerable if they do happen to catch a cold. If the virus can get past the immunity system, your Skel is in for a hell of a ride.

It takes longer for a Skel to get drunk or high, when they do it effects their magic. Randomly melting into half-assed attacks (for example; Error would have the problem of constantly pouring sting out his eyes. Someone like Papyrus would unintentionally bluify someone/thing around himself.) which are always harmless.

Magic on medication or stimulant loses its strength and deals less than half the damage it's supposed to, although prescription meds aren't as stat draining as what was listed above.

Becomes harder to control in some cases, if your Skel has a more violent nature their magic might react extremely to aspirin or melatonin. That's the body trying to get rid of the unfamiliar chemicals, and goes about it the same way the personality type of the host does.

Skel's breathe to absorb oxygen, like everyone does, the oxygen is used to put more power for attacks and energy reserves. They can run faster, react quicker, and talk louder. They don't suffer from any side effects without air, and could happily exist in a vacuum. They also use breathing for their vocal cords.

Fun fact: a Skel's bite force is 235PSI, the same as a pitbull's, and can lock their jaws to the same ability when biting into something. Its a leftover trait from a much more primal age, like with humans still having wisdom teeth. (but yk, pitbull-esc strength is way cooler.) So Skels don't have many reasons to bite or maul.

Their teeth keep growing throughout their lives, sometimes if unchecked can result in overgrowth that makes it hard to eat or communicate, similar to 'overgrown beaks' in birds. Normally their teeth are worn down by the common habit of chewing or losing them. Skel's have three sets of teeth, their infant pair, adulters, and backup set.

Other Skel bone facts: there are different types of vertebrae, named after the expands it runs down. But intercross commonly.

Cervical-Thoracic, Thoracic-Lumbar, Cervical-Lumbar, to name a few variations

The two types of vertebrae builds are straight-edge and curved, curved is more likely for Cervical and Thoracic, while straight-edge is typically found further down the spine.

Tailbones! A Skel's tail doesn't get much longer than 6-8 inches, and tucks between the legs most of the time to act as extra membrane protection. It doesn't have the same flexibility of a dog or cat's, so they can't express emotion through it, nor does a tail have enough strength to act as a limb.

When the membrane is broken it'll bleed a thick red liquid, no matter the magic color. Happens frequently, sometimes the bones meant to protect the membrane end up piercing it on accident.

The membrane relies on the soul to repair itself if it gets damaged, if you don't have a soul, you're more likely to severe internal bleeding and gag reflex. Vomiting liquid magic also happens if one tries to absorb magic that isn't theirs, the body treats it like a virus.

Ngl it feels really good to find a cool creature to jump on and explore. Ik some of my bullshit would look strange in canon, but really, I just wanted to have fun and reimagine these characters and their body types. uhhhh ight I think that's it

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆

synopsis: headcannons of Matt standing by you as you struggle with depression.

warnings: ANGST, FLUFF , mentions of sex (no smut), depression and mental health.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

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X It’s No Secret

It was no secret that you had been diagnosed with depression in your teenage years. Matt had known this for a while. He watched as you left for Dr.’s appointments and sometimes he even went with you to go to the pharmacy.

After dating for nearly two years, Matt knew your typical habits and routines. He was aware of your hobbies. You liked to do certain things just like everyone else. Music was a big thing for you. If you were in the shower, Matt heard you singing along to whatever song was blazing through the speaker. He found it admirable. Watching you in your safe space and divulging in activities that brought you joy made him happy.

But, the showers got quieter. Eventually, they had turned completely silent. You were no longer humming while doing basic chores around the house. There were no freshly-baked cookies anymore.

Something was off and it was no secret–not to the man that practically cherished your well-being over his own.

“Are you feeling okay?” Matt asked you for the tenth time that day.

You weren’t okay, but you weren’t not-okay either. The lost feeling was something you could only retrace back to traumatic high school years. It was the years that had been treacherous as all your energy seeped into schoolwork and left you nothing for yourself. But, this time, there were no factors that reminded you of these periods in your life besides the sinking gut emotion weighing down your shoulders.

“I’m okay, Matt. Could you just stop asking?” you quip, slightly annoyed.

Matt nodded, a frown on his face as he stared at his phone.

You felt bad. You weren’t annoyed with him, you were annoyed with yourself. Nothing felt right and him pointing that out somehow made it worse. You couldn’t tell him what was wrong, you didn’t even know what was wrong.

Matt wasn’t frowning at your sassy remark. He was upset with the fact he couldn’t read you like an open book for once. His perception was blurred by the fact everything had been going good. No fights or petty arguments had occurred between the two of you and you always told him if you had a disagreement with a friend or family member.

It wasn’t a book with a manual laid in front of him, but it was no secret that something was wrong–something was off.

X Out Of Routine

Matt paid closer attention as time passed and things stayed the same. Nothing was obvious in being out of the ordinary. You guys hadn’t had sex in a while, but honestly, that wasn’t something Matt or you were even thinking about. He could feel your blue aura fading your vibrant colors to be a bit more dull. There was nothing on his mind except for nurturing the sudden faint of energy with love and care.

He had begun driving you nearly everywhere. You were grateful for it. At times, thoughts started to consume you whole and they didn’t leave any attention for the road. A close call with nearly rear ending a mother and children in the car in front of you while Nick was in the passenger seat was the last time you drove. You knew Nick told Matt about the incident out of sheer concern. You didn’t really care.

You didn’t seem to care about anything anymore.

But, with this, Matt noticed something. You hadn’t asked him to drive you to your monthly Dr.’s appointment. In fact, you hadn’t even made a request to stop by the pharmacy. He had questioned you lightly about the topic, only for you to shrug it off.

Matt decided to take matters into his own hands.

Your conjoined bathroom was nearly always clean. Only a few items rested on the tops of the counter. A couple perfumes and colognes, a soap dispenser, and your medication. Glancing at the bright orange bottle, he noticed it was nearly full. He double checked the date and his stomach sank.

You hadn’t taken the pill that was supposed to help you in at least two weeks.

But, it still didn’t make sense. The first time Matt had pressed on about asking if you were okay was nearly two months ago. Innocently taking the bottle back into your shared room, Matt confronted you softly.

“Baby, have you been forgetting to take your medicine? Do you want me to take you to the pharmacy?” he asks.

You shake your head, a blank look plastered on your face as you shrug him off. “No, I don’t wanna take ‘em anymore.” you answer.

It was the truth. You didn’t want to take them anymore. Weeks ago, the pill laid in your hand, mocking you. The stupid mint-sized object made you feel defeated. It wasn’t helping and taking the dumb medicine made you feel worse. At least without it you had more of a reason to feel so empty.

Matt didn’t push further. He set the pill bottle back in its original place. Confusing thoughts tried to form conclusions, but none of them made enough sense to him.

X Listening

A true observer was what Nick and Chris classified Matt as for a long time. He noticed small things–important things. A glimpse of a transparent orange bottle tossed beneath a couple of tissues in the bathroom trash nearly slipped past him.

But, it didn’t.

Pulling out the cylinder container, he noticed more. It seemed as if the bottle itself had been thrown angrily. The few scratch marks detailed with the bathroom wall color signified this to him. He then noticed the smell of fresh paint, tracing the source to the bathroom wall behind him. Touching his fingers to the wall, the off-white paint smeared on his hand.

Most people wouldn’t have even spotted the slight discoloration on the bottle cap. But he did. The confusion grew. He felt more helpless as you brushed him off. Again.

“Why did you throw these away?” he questions as you walk into the bathroom.

You grab your perfume, spraying a couple times before turning back around and giving him a sigh.

“I’m not taking them anymore so why keep them? Nick’s here, I got to go.” you say.

He listened to your words carefully. The monotone sound of your words screamed more than a desperate cry for help to him. Everything was off. No pans or bowls laced with any sort of cookie dough. Your speaker charger had been mixed into the bottom of miscellaneous cords stuffed in an old shoe box that you both shared.

You weren’t talking, but he was listening.

The dust you had prided yourself in abstaining from the nooks and crannies of the house had started to pile up. Matt had seen this, quickly cleaning it in hopes of the detail catching your attention as you passed through the threshold of the doors. It didn’t. You thanked him as you walked past him dusting the window sill in the kitchen.

Matt heard the silence of your usual energy.

When first working on chores together, Matt had tried to help you with this as you came down with a slight fever. Through a strained voice, you confronted him with annoyance. That task was yours. The detail of it made you feel good, it gave you a sense of cleanliness when you did it yourself. Matt thought it was adorable how determined you were hoping for the duster he had lifted above his head.

The sweetness had turned to a faint taste in his mouth now.

After he heard you lock the front door, he called the number on the bottle and he listened. The medical service employee had the exact explanation that made sense to why you had suddenly stopped taking your medication. The informative worker had even divulged Matt into why the sudden change of behavior had started before stopping the regular habit. He just listened.

X I See It Now

He knew. Everything added up perfectly. The worker had been more than helpful, warning him of possible outburst that he may face when confronting you. By the time you had arrived home, he had rehearsed many possible circumstances.

But, those were with the version of you he felt like he could predict. The words in your book had transformed every couple of sentences into foreign languages. He didn’t know how you’d react.

Would you shrug him off?

Would you scream?

He couldn’t imagine any sort of emotion from you anymore. The numb facade had faded into a dark and cloudy gray. He forgot what a blue sky even looked like. Honestly, he couldn’t even picture any rain or thunder. A thick fog was blinding him as much as it was blinding you.

As you crawled under the sheets, Matt spooned you from behind. The quiet night was interrupted by Matt’s voice, his hands anxiously fiddling against his T-shirt on your torso.

“Sweetheart, I called the doctor because I was worried about you,” he feels you tense in his grip, “--I see it now. I didn’t understand it, but–you’re not alone, okay? Many people go through this. Depression is unpredictable and it’s exhausting, I can’t even begin to imagine how tired you are..” he props himself on his elbow, trying to peer over and look at your face, but your head stays trained to look at the wall directly in front of you.

“I just want to sleep, Matt.” you say.

You feel him rest his chin onto your shoulder. He lets out a heavy sigh before lifting his head and tugging you closer to his chest.

“I…I know this is hard for you, but the doctor said to come back in. There’s other options and…and you can’t keep living like this. I, I just want you to feel okay again. You don’t have to talk to me or say anything, but you have to go to the doctor’s. I already made an appointment and cleared both our schedules for tomorrow.” he explains.

The sudden numbness leaves a stray tear silently falling out of the corner of your eye. Matt feels the wet sensation on his arm beneath your head.

“Baby?” he asks.

A sniffle shakes your body and sounds through the quiet room. Matt sits up further, but as he feels you tug his arms tighter around yourself, he lays down and embraces you tightly.

“I just,” the overwhelming amount of emotion is painful yet relieving. “--I just don’t know, Matt. Nothing was wrong, nothing is wrong, but I feel so–I don’t even know. I, I’m sorry for putting you through this. I haven’t been fun to be around and we haven’t even had sex or done anything in months. You don’t deserve that, I’m just…I’m really sorry.” you ramble sadly.

Matt feels his own tear ducts flood as his bottom lip quivers from your words. “Hey, hey, hey,” he struggles, blinking back his own sadness as your distressed face turns towards him. Immediately, you fling your arms around his neck, crying softly into his chest as he lays back on his side. He soothes his hand around the back of your head, his heart wrenching with each sniffle he hears from you. “--I’m not upset with you. I’m not upset with you at all. You have nothing to apologize for. I want to take care of you–be there for you, okay? Sweetheart…sex….sex is the last thing on my mind while watching you go through something. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t connect the dots sooner. I just-–I didn’t know what to do.” his voice breaks.

Matt is glad how he is finally able to see it clearly.

You are relieved to find the ability to see a glimpse of hope.

Maybe it can get better.

X Through It All

Doctor’s appointments, pharmacy runs, and late night drives. Through it all, Matt assisted you, helping you gain a sense of light at the end of the tunnel. The new prescription hasn't been easy to acquire. You weren’t confident when swallowing the first pill, but Matt held you in his arms after, promising that even if it didn’t—there were still more solutions yet to be found.

There wasn’t a magical cure. No pill would solve everything within five minutes of consuming it. You knew this. Your tired mind was far from hopeful with subconscious thoughts. Matt saw the exhaustion etched in your dazed eyes and in the way you moved as if your limbs had become twice as heavy. He saw it and he stood by.

Days varied in difficulty. Some were bad just because you were too strained to even consider the rough events that happened. Others were awful. Not because something had gone wrong, but because you still felt as if every event had tortured you relentlessly.

Matt was there for you on both. He made sure to check in with himself, recharging as much as he could without teetering his attention from you.

Little steps and little things.

The sweet boy had made a mental list of ideas on how to help. He charged your speaker. He made the cookie dough with you sitting on the counter, offering for you to pour the measuring cups in with each step.

Little by little, it started to get easier.

Eventually, you had gained enough energy to care for yourself how you used to.

Matt was ecstatic when he came home to hear music softly playing. He was even happier to see you in the bathtub, using the products he had bought for you. The scrub you were rubbing into your skin was a heavenly scent. Matt had given himself a headache sniffing every one until he found it. But, seeing you humming along to the music while nurturing your skin made it far more than worth it.

Ups and down, but he was there through it all.

X Take Care

Normalcy had changed from your routine you once had, but it was still perfect regardless. Your music taste has shifted to more melodic sounds. You didn’t make cookies as often anymore, but you had made a habit of doing your own nails.

Matt enjoyed every ounce of your newly found hobbies. He made sure to pick up various nail equipment. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what it did.

It was endearing.

He loved seeing the smile on your face as you laughed at him for getting you such silly things. Especially cartoon duck nail stickers he had found while checking out. He hadn’t given it a second thought before tossing it on the converter belt in the convenience store.

He most certainly did not expect you to actually use them either. But, here you were with a duck face stamped onto your neutral nails. The design stuck out like a sore thumb, but you couldn’t help but do it thinking of his reaction.

“I can’t believe you! You even make cartoon ducks on nails look cool!” he exclaims playfully.

Bursting out into a fit of laughter, he notices your attire. The silk rob he had gotten you had become a tell-tale sign right before you got in or out of the bathtub.

“Are you about to take a bath?” he asks.

You nod your head.

“Have fun, sweetheart.”

As he kisses the top of your head, he turns to walk away. His steps stop as you hold onto his hand. With a questioning look, he walks back towards you.

“What’s up, pretty girl?” he asks.

You shift your eyes between him and the bathroom door.

“Do you want to take a bath with me?”

Soon enough, the two of you are cradled in the bathtub together. Your duck nails scrub through his scalp as you kneel in front of him between his legs. His hands support your weight upwards by grasping onto your hips. Although your bare chest is in his line of vision, his eyes stay trained on your face as he admires your focused expression.

“Mmmm, the duck nails feel nice.” he half-jokes.

Letting out a chorus of laughs, the pair of you settle into a puddle of silence that echoes the same relaxation of the warm water in the tub. You take care of him, showing him more appreciation as you land a kiss on his lips softly.

“Thank you for taking care of me, sweetheart. Is it hair wash day for you?” he asks, attentive to the fact you only washed your hair every couple of days.

As you shake your head, his eyes glance over to the rims of the tub. He noticed the sugar scrub, pointing to it with raised brows. You nod in response to his wordless question.

“Wanna lay on the other side and I’ll get your legs?” he offers.

You lay on the opposite side of the bath, your legs landing on top of his. He reaches in the bubbled water, pulling your ankle up and resting your foot by his shoulder. The sweet aroma fills the room as he screws the container open, lathering his hands with a good amount of product before starting to massage it into the soft skin of your legs.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Matt.” you say.

“--’m course.” he mumbles, focused on the task of rubbing the sugar crystals into your legs with a decent pressure.

You reach down, your hand squeezing on his knee. Gaining his attention, Matt looks up at you while his hands rest still on your leg.

“No, really. Thank you.” you say, the deeper meaning sinking in with gratitude.

Matt gives you a soft smile, looking down as he resumes his hand movements. He leans down further, his lips pressing against the tops of your foot.

“I love you, baby. I’m happy I get to be there for you.” he admits.

The soft delicacy of love pillows through the foggy bathroom filled with steam. You couldn’t even remember the small inconveniences throughout your day as you relaxed into the bath and under his touch.

It was okay. And you knew, even if it wasn’t at some point again, it wasn’t the end. You were there for yourself as much as Matt was for you and that made you feel invincible.

A/N: hello and thank you for reading! Depression is nothing to be ashamed of neither is asking for help. Personally, medications and therapy has helped me greatly but it differs for everyone. Reach out to a trusted adult, sibling, or any hot line local to you!

With love and big tits, Rose

[1nkwe4ver]

So in my theory, severance is kinda a literal and metaphorical method of compartmentalizing the things you have the hardest time dealing with. im seeing that in Dylan George now

Cause like. Okay. A large part of the fandom, myself included, thinks Dylan has untreated ADHD. That makes it difficult for him to hold a job so he turns to Lumon and severance. Some people judge him for this , via the shows literal sci-fi interpretations of Dylan having created an Innie to do the work for him rather than dealing with his problems.

For one, I still don’t buy into that working. I consider innies and outies one person. So even if the intentions Outies go into it with aren’t the best, like with rich people, I don’t think they truly make another person and escape the torture. They are tortured, they just don’t remember it at home and I don’t believe that’s the same thing. I believe Marks reintegration is really gonna bring that point back up.

But how can severance be looked at as compartmentalization of Dylan’s problems? After all, his Outie’s problems seem to have stayed with his Outie.

Personally, it reminds me a lot of why I wasn’t diagnosed till 26, and why I think Dylan is undiagnosed/untreated himself.

One of the major things that gets you identified and tested when you are young is how well you do/how well you cope with school. It’s also a part of what youre questioned about an adult. Because there’s this expectation that, with ADHD being a lifelong condition, a child having it would surely struggle with school.

Personally, I did well in school. I got myself up on time to catch the bus 99 percent of the time. A few of the times I missed it, I actually think it came early without warning. I didn’t get a B until university. I didn’t start struggling/getting poor grades and struggling to meet responsibilities till senior year.

This definitely isn’t to brag. In a way, looking back, I wish I hadn’t been able to pull this off. Why? Because it took every fucking bit of self management I had. I was a “gifted” kid. I was expected to “go places.” Get an impressive job. I was “too smart” to make bad decisions and struggle like my parents did.

Except- this was all based on my having straight As and never/extremely rarely getting into trouble.

But, if someone talked about how awful/excruciating these things were, I’d agree in a heartbeat. They’d act like I was talking down to them, because obviously, I couldn’t know what they were talking about. I was successfully functioning! I was waking up on time and getting myself to school! I was getting the schoolwork done on time and making As!

The thing was, I had, in my little kid brain, been raised somehow to the conclusion that the future all wrapped around school/work. Therefore, school was my first priority. The non-negotiable.

I didn’t realize it, but before I knew anything about the spoon theory, this is where all my spoons went. All of my energy. At base, I thought I was fine, because school was getting done and done well, and that seemed true because it pleased my parents.

But then- my parents didn’t enforce chores on me. There was a period of time where I gave them to myself, giving myself a few tasks to do when I got home to try to help out, but I couldn’t keep that up forever. I had some bigger projects that lit up my brain for so long I kept up with them on top of school or during summer for a while- writing, or when I first lost weight before school. But I gained the weight back and more. I was given a “reality check” that I couldn’t aim to become a writer, and I haven’t been able to build a consistent practice since.

Otherwise- no chores. Occasionally guilted or gotten on to at length for not intuitively realizing I should clean the house or at least my room, but no matter how many times I asked for it, no solid chore list.

I also began to realize my understanding of hygiene was lacking. I still don’t know if I’ve made up the difference there.

I brushed my hair every day, or after a while combed it. It only seemed to get matted. My parents didn’t understand my hair type, so they didn’t teach me the processes it would have taken to take care of my hair at a young age, cause they didn’t get it themselves. They would accuse me of not brushing or combing when it got bad, and then finally accepted they just didn’t understand my hair and would take me to get it relaxed every few months. In that way, a lot of spoons that would have gone to proper hair care never got accounted for.

I had no allowance and rarely got any money as a kid so when I got some, I wasn’t judged for getting myself something fun with it.

I switched my major halfway through university, and couldn’t have handled the internship it would have taken to actually get a job in that field. I’m not sure I would have faired in either job.

At first, when I got some money from student loan disbursements in college, I was strict. My use of money deteriorated over time, as food became a comfort of choice, occasionally drinking. My parents encouraged a getting myself something I wanted, once or twice. A year later, I was buried in impulse purchases and having to go find a bathroom on campus that had toilet paper cause I couldn’t buy my own.

So, shit at cleaning and rarely do it, shit at impulses related to food, alcohol, and money. Below average hygiene. I hate the energy it takes to do my hair with a passion and never keep up with it long term, so it becomes a matted mess that I’m ashamed to bring to a hair stylist. I’m not afraid of it being cut short- in fact, I want it short. I’m just afraid of being told how shitty I am and being accused of not even combing it- which I do, and I feel stupid that I somehow must do even that wrong. I keep track of things but I procrastinate. Awful time management, executive function. The whole shebang. Come my final year of college, i was deteriorating, I could hardly listen to a lecture, and had to reread single pages of my textbooks several times to understand anything.

So why on earth would nobody suspect something was up? I was doing my best. I would share my strategies to get better in all of these areas, and try to articulate what was so hard. It frustrated me to no end that I would drag myself to clean the bathroom when I’d promised to and then my roommate would do it after me, claiming I hadn’t done it. Not even angry or passive aggressive, she was never mean, and that made me feel worse. I don’t know if she understood, she occasionally brought it to me to try to get my help, and I tried to explain that I tried. I did my best, tried to see if the tub looked clean, and to me it did, and apparently it did not. “If your hair is matted like this, you must never comb it/brush it.” No, I do every day. I do it every day. Is there a certain way I’m supposed to do it? How am I so stupid I’m doing it wrong?

“I need to teach you how to clean.”

A phrase that haunts me. As an adult, I learned it’s just a pissy way to tell me to clean. As a teen I was like “when? When will you? Please tell me what I am missing.”

And then past that- I have so little energy to do anything I’m passionate about, pursue dreams, have fun. I get stuck down a rabbit hole of something that catches my attention, spend too much money, and pivot away to the next thing that seems like it could make my life actually work while I try to take care of the people I live with and revisit the ways I know I’m failing in basic functions like cleaning and self care.

So that was a long tangent: to bring all this back to severance and Dylan George.

Dylan George feels like me in a lot of ways. I mean, superficially he’s different, but in how I think we deal with ADHD. Because if we agree Dylan George seems to have untreated ADHD, then he’s doing essentially what I do- he puts all his spoons together to drag himself out of bed, to make it to work on time, and to get himself through his 9-5. He uses all of his energy he has to force himself in one place, into a structure, to put himself through work to provide for his family because that’s crucial. When he’s fired, he’s immediately out looking for any kind of work, no matter how boring, because having work is crucial. Contributing is crucial. First.

But when you do that- when you go home there’s nothing left. You’re running on fumes. I don’t have kids, but I have adult family I’m caretakers for, and it’s rough. I often feel like things I should be doing for them are falling through the cracks. Even medicated, I’m not suddenly doing great at balancing everything. They get annoyed you’ve forgotten to do something for the 10th evening in a row. You feel like shit when the next thing you’re excited about just gets a dead stare from your family.

And you’re miserable. You’re still failing at basic functions because you just have no energy.

I don’t think Dylan wanted to make an innie to put his misery on. I think Dylan just was signing up for any job he could get, like when we saw him trying to become a worker at the door company. And I think even not remembering being Innie Dylan, being Innie Dylan, functioning so well and excelling at his work in that structure, keeping that focus all day- that drains the hell out of him. He doesn’t remember what he did all day, but that doesn’t change the fact that he used all his spoons getting to work and then basically let Innie Dylan use them. The he goes home and takes his turn caring for the kids, basically while running on fumes.

[flowerui]

♫ we both like apple cider, pgw

fluff & light angst, 4.1k words ୨୧ first fic on this blog! feedback is appreciated!! ^_^ i've had awful writer's block for MONTHS so i hope i havent gotten too rusty,,,

wherein dancing is your favorite way to destress, until a certain gunwook park goes and spoils it all.

꒰ requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is a year older than gw, dancer reader, bff hanbin, one-sided enemies to friends to lovers, college au, misunderstandings, set in the us, does this count as forced proximity? light angst, fluff (it gets so cheesy idk what happened to me), drinking/underage drinking ꒱

Dancing had always been your favorite way to unwind. After a long day of classes, practice is like a treat; the mental toll of having to listen to your professors drone on all day, and procrastinating assignments until the night they’re due is easily unraveled by dancing until you can’t feel your limbs—it’s unmatched.

That’s why, despite it being Wednesday (the second worst day of the week), you walk out of your last class with a skip in your step, like nothing could ruin your day.

Nothing except a man named Hanbin, that is.

After changing, you enter the practice room, ready to forget your worries. But before you can begin, you see a paper stuck on the wall beside the door—Hanbin must’ve finally put together the choreo for the solo and duet performances for an upcoming recital for some event on campus (truthfully, you can't be bothered to remember all the details, that's Hanbin's job), and decided on who’d best fit the roles. You’re a little late, so it’s just you who curiously shuffles over to take a look.

Seeing your name under Duet makes you smile until you read your counterpart's name. Gunwook Park.

You find a spot to sink to the floor in the back of the room. Suddenly, you’ve changed your perspective on dancing; it’s the worst thing to happen to you. You regret ever discovering this useless passion of yours, who even needs passions in this economy?!

Hanbin would tell you otherwise, but you believe that you have pretty good ideas.

You’d tried to take an easier route and complain to Hanbin that you absolutely could not work with Gunwook for a duet. But he was adamant about not making any alterations at this point, at least not just because you don’t like Gunwook—what a traitor, what happened to friendship?

Since complaining about your unfair working conditions did fuck all, you came up with a wonderful solution. You get paired with the number one person on your shit list? Just don’t show up to rehearsals. Boom, problem solved. Though it’s easier said than done; you’re a creature of habit, and the disappointment of remembering you can’t destress with dance is depressing.

And, of course, avoiding both Hanbin and Gunwook is a chore.

It’s on day four that you consider, maybe Hanbin is right sometimes. You were only successful in avoiding everything except schoolwork because college kicks everyone’s ass, and finding free time starts to feel like finding a needle in a haystack. But, maybe ditching practice when you live with the leader of your dance team wasn’t your best idea. On Sundays, both you and Hanbin usually end up being home at the same time.

And like an idiot, you forget this detail and trudge out of your room at two in the afternoon (no, you certainly did not just wake up, thank you very much) to find something acceptable to eat.

As you’re rummaging through the pantry, you hear your name called in that tone. The one where Hanbin’s voice sounds mildly shrill and a bit patronizing, the one that lets you know you’re in trouble.

Yeah, not your brightest idea—it might take over the number two spot of your top three worst ideas, followed by trying to gaslight a random group of people into believing that Play-doh is edible after you’d had a drink too many at your first college party at number one. (To be fair, you did not expect a twenty-something-year-old man to have Play-Doh on hand and tell you to prove it. Yes, you tried. You vomited on the guy’s shoes.)

Rigidly, you slowly turn to face Hanbin, who has a terse smile on his face.

“...Yes?”

“I thought maybe you hadn’t shown up to rehearsals because you weren’t feeling well, but yesterday, Gunwook told me every time he spotted you on campus, you naruto-ran away.”

“Uh,” you fake cough into your elbow, “Must’ve been someone that looks like me? ‘Cause I have been feeling kind of under the we—”

You shriek and make a run for it when Hanbin stomps over with that creepy hamster puppet you’d given him as a gag gift last year in hand. Eventually, you get cornered and get a creepy hamster puppet thrown in your face. “You can’t just ditch practice because you have some petty one-sided rivalry—or whatever it is—with Gunwook. You’re risking embarrassing the whole team! What are you planning to do, just not learn the choreography?”

“You know it's not a rivalry...” You grumble.

“You’re being childish,” Hanbin sighs, “I’ve already told you that whatever your deal is with Gunwook is some misunderstanding, he’s a sweet guy.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You huff, probably not helping the childish accusation. You’re tired of hearing that about what a good guy Gunwook appears to be because you know what you heard.

Without another word, you stomp off to your room.

If you had any hopes of getting out of going to rehearsal again, they’re promptly stomped on by Hanbin waiting outside of your class when you trudge out.

“Really?” You groan, and walk over to your supposed friend, “You don’t need to escort me.”

“I think I do,” Hanbin crosses his arms, fixing you with a look, like he knows you better than yourself… okay, he does ninety percent of the time, but that doesn’t mean he can act like it. “I’m pretty sure I saw you ready to head in the wrong direction before you saw me.” He says before grabbing your arm and pulling you down the hall.

“I don’t even get what your deal is with Gunwook,” Hanbin finally says when you’re about halfway to the studio, “I know you said you heard him say something… unsavory, but that just doesn’t sound like him at all. I think you should talk to him, I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.”

“I know what I heard, Bin…”

“I’m not saying you didn’t hear what you heard, but maybe there’s some missing context.”

You try to consider Hanbin’s words, even as you absentmindedly head into the changing rooms, and reluctantly shuffle into the practice room afterward, you truly do. 

But all the rational thinking and breathing techniques in the world cannot quell your ire when you see Gunwook. Calmly walking over and refraining from saying anything uncouth is a true test of mental strength—one that you are quite afraid of failing.

“Hey—” Gunwook rises from his spot in the corner of the practice room to greet you.

“Let’s get started.” You blurt out, aware of how cold and biting your dismissal comes off. To be fair, Hanbin didn’t tell you to be particularly nice, he just insisted you show up.

“Oh, right,” Gunwook’s expression wilts, but he clears his throat and plasters a polite smile on his face. “I’m sure Hanbin already let you know he wouldn’t be here to help us out today—he’s helping Natty with her solo. I’ve got the choreo down, so I should be able to guide you if needed.”

“I practiced at home.”  You did. A little bit, it wasn’t easy with the limited space in your cramped—ahem, homey apartment. But practicing a duet by yourself, then giving up after stubbing your toe on every fucking piece of furniture in your home, and practicing it with your duet partner are two different things.

“Oh, that’s good… um, I’ll start the music.”

Your name is followed by an exasperated sigh. With reluctance—because your phone’s home screen is just that interesting—you glance up from your phone, to see Gunwook eyeing you through the mirror. 

“Could we try to get through the routine? Maybe without you scratching me this time?” Gunwook gnaws at his bottom lip, sweat beading at his temple. He’s actually been hard at work, practicing while you sat in the corner of the room—essentially sentenced to a time-out after accidentally scratching Gunwook every time you tried to run through the routine with him. Accidentally.

You can’t help the frown that sets on your lips. Only to you, it seems, Gunwook Park is an enigma. When he first joined the team, he seemed nice, and he wasn’t much younger than you, you just never got the chance to properly talk to him. However, now you never want to speak to him, the fact that you have to work so closely with him is nauseating.

Tampering down all the ugly word vomit bubbling in your throat, you mentally repeat Hanbin’s words from yesterday to yourself, ‘You’re risking embarrassing the whole team’. Not only do you find most of your teammates to be more than bearable, but you also you can’t bomb a performance because you were too petty to practice the choreography, so, even though the thought of being so close to Gunwook—having to touch him makes you full body cringe, you suck it up.

“Sure.”

Begrudgingly, you get into position and wait for your cue. As the music starts up for what feels like the billionth time that evening, you miss the many nervous glances cast your way.

Succeedingly, you manage to not cause any more bodily harm, even when you have no choice but to get close enough to Gunwook to the point you cannot look anywhere but into his eyes. The urge to flee strikes, as unease among other odd emotions you will not address churn in your gut, but you deal with it (read: ignore it).

You manage to run through the routine once, then again, and again, and again, until your limbs feel like gelatin and you have no option but to sprawl out on the floor. It occurs to you how much you missed this feeling, you can barely believe you let your pettiness get in the way of it.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

Turning your head to the side, there’s Gunwook, also sprawled out beside you. Huh, you don’t even have the negative energy within you to loathe his presence in the moment.

“You just did. But you can ask one more thing.”

A goofy grin splits Gunwook’s lips before he turns his head back to face the ceiling, expression shifting a little more seriously. “Did I… was there something that I like did? Or said to upset you?”

Oh. Right. So, you haven’t forgotten your distaste for Gunwook. You feel your good mood sour, as you scoff, and force yourself to finally sit up—your limbs are very much protesting, screaming at you, matter of fact, but fuck them. And fuck Gunwook Park. “Seriously?”

You glance over your shoulder, Gunwook, who sat up shortly after you, only blinks at you curiously, as though he hasn’t got a clue.

“You really don’t know? Do you just talk shit about everyone and that’s why you can’t seem to remember me?”

“What…?” Gunwook’s brows furrow, “What are you talking about?”

“I heard you." You push yourself up off the ground, fixing Gunwook with an exasperated look, "After our performance at orientation in August, you had a lot to say about my skill, and how ridiculous I looked.”

“I don't…?” You watch as the confusion and then the recognition passes over Gunwook’s features, “No, I—shit,” he hangs his head with a groan, which doesn’t serve to dissipate any of your arising confusion. “That wasn’t about you.”

“I heard you say my name, don’t bullshit me.”

“I—okay, I definitely said your name, but it seriously wasn’t about you. There was this, um, character in a film my roommate watched for some project; they were supposed to be a dancer, but they were godawful. I was talking about the character, and I didn’t even think about how they had the same name as you, or about how loudly I was talking about that.”

“Oh,” you say, rather intelligently. You consider the thought that he could be lying, but he looks at you with such earnestness, remorse practically pooling in his eyes, you can’t even entertain the thought for more than a moment.

“Yeah, oh. I’m sorry you thought I was talking about you…”

“No, I’m sorry,” you quietly sit back down, anger gone as quick as it arose, and flop back on the floor with a sigh. Having your entire view of Gunwook Park debunked in a mere minute was not on tonight’s bingo card.

“I should’ve—Hanbin kept telling me it was probably a misunderstanding and to confront you, but I just stewed in my misguided hatred. God, Hanbin’s going to be insufferable once I tell him he was right all along.”

Gunwook huffs a laugh, “I’m glad we sorted this out, finally. Um, I guess we should wrap up for tonight since it’s getting late. Can I walk you home?”

“Don’t you live on campus? You don’t have to walk me home if you just have to walk back here…”

“It’s fine!” Gunwook smiles, oddly enthusiastic. Weird, personally, you dread having to walk home after practice. “I want to, and I guess now we can get to know each other? Now that you don’t hate me.”

“Yeah… okay, I’ll grab my stuff.” You sit back up again, as much as you’d like to become one with the floor.

“Okay, cool.”

“Cool.” you can’t help but smile, seeing the wide grin on Gunwook’s face. You’re going to choose to believe the warmth in your cheeks is because you’re still cooling off from rehearsing.

The idea of rehearsing is a lot more palatable now that you don’t despise your duet partner. The actual rehearsals aren’t too bad either… they’re actually kind of enjoyable.

Hanbin was, in fact, very insufferable when you spilled everything that’d happened that day to him. He’d been waiting up for you, sitting on the armchair in your living room, and nearly gave you a heart attack when he flicked on the lamp beside him; like he was your mother and he’d caught you sneaking back in the house.

“Hey, how was class?” Gunwook has taken to waiting for you outside your classes on rehearsal days, you even say hi to each other when you see the other on campus, and maybe talk if you’re not busy.

“Don’t get me started…” you groan, “I have no idea what my professor was on about today, but I thought his jaw was going to unhinge before he finally stopped talking.”

Gunwook chuckles, and grabs your bag from you, cradling it to his chest. “I thought I told you I could carry my bag myself?”

“And I told you that you could try to take it back.” 

You did try, and you decided you do not like freakishly strong guys. “Whatever… what about you? How was your class?”

“Didn’t go today…” Gunwook trails off, glancing down at your linked arms. A habit after losing Hanbin in crowds one too many times. It feels nice with Gunwook, though. “Um, my roommate—” he clears his throat before he continues looking forward, revealing his red ears. Oh, that’s cute.

“He kept me up late ‘cause he needed help with his film project that he’s been procrastinating. I ended up waking up at like one-thirty…”

“Really? So, you just came straight here after waking up?” You tsk, choosing to look away from his pouted lips for your sake. “Did you even eat? Let’s stop by this café a few blocks away before we rehearse. It opened last month, Hanbin and I were supposed to check it out, but I think he forgot.”

You’re not blind, of course, Gunwook is, well, objectively attractive (subjectively as well, perchance). With much coaxing, you might’ve been able to admit it a week ago when you hated him. But, his attractiveness is far too illuminated when you’re a mere inches from his face; faced with his distractingly pretty brown eyes, and rosy cheeks. Oh God, he’s cute. He’s so fucking cute, and you are so fucking screwed.

Before you can say something so embarrassing you’d have to migrate to another country and assume another identity, you take the initiative to part from Gunwook, carefully backing away, and clearing your throat, “Should we take a break?”

Except that doesn’t even help, because when you sink to the floor to watch YouTube, Gunwook is beside you, smushed at your side to watch whatever you’re watching. You can’t even remember what video you tapped on, but apparently, you’re seven minutes into a video when Gunwook reaches over to pause it.

“Hey, um, one of my friends—his name’s Junhyeon, his frat, Zeta Rho Xi is having a party this weekend. He kinda roped me into going, and I was just wondering if you were free…? I would, um, it’d be cool if you could stop by.”

Parties haven’t been your thing for a long time; you tried to party freshman year, since people seemed to go on about the college parties. You just couldn’t get super into it, plus only things like the Play-Doh incident came from parties… and that’s why you’re not sure why you say, “Yeah, no, I should be free. I’ll check it out.”

You aren't even free, you have an essay you’ve written approximately two sentences for that happens to be due Monday. But the smile on Gunwook’s face makes agreeing feel like the right choice.

Immediately upon stepping inside, you remember why you hate parties. One, you lose Hanbin instantly. Two, trying to push through a bunch of sweaty, drunk people (who are surprisingly sturdy) is a pain in the ass. And three, it’s loud, you already feel like you need a drink. Or maybe three.

You manage to make it to a mostly empty kitchen, and at that point, you’ve lost any motivation to go search for Hanbin or even Gunwook. For the most part, you’ve given up caring about being ‘lame’, so, you’re perfectly content sitting in the kitchen on your phone at a party while sipping on possibly the worst quality beer you’ve tasted in your twenty years of life.

It’s maybe thirty minutes until you finally look up from your phone at the call of your name over the ear-damaging volume of music.

Hanbin stumbles into the kitchen, using Gunwook as support. You can make out your friend’s flushed cheeks, even in the dim lighting, you have no idea how he’s gotten drunk so fast. “There you are! I found Gunwookie, it looked like he was waitin’ around for you, ‘cause he was just in a corner lookin’ around… didn’t you guys exchange numbers?”

“I already told you I forgot to ask…” Gunwook mumbles.

“Oh,” Hanbin lets go of Gunwook to slide up beside you, “Hey, did you know that, um—” Gunwook rushes over to slap a hand over Hanbin’s mouth, are they both drunk? It’s more difficult to tell with Gunwook, his cheeks always look pink…

Hanbin removes Gunwook’s hand with a glare, “Don’t interrupt me,” he chides, as sternly as he can while drunk. “Anyway, ‘m so glad you two figured things out. I hope Gunwook tells you about his massive heart boner for you.”

Hanbin makes it probably ten times worse by continuing, “He’s—he’s had such a big crush on you since like, um, since like the millisecond he joined the team. But this whole time you thought he was mean to you, isn’t that silly?”

What isn’t silly is the look on Gunwook’s face, he looks positively mortified.

“...Okay, Bin, I think you’re ready to go home already,” you smile tersely, side-stepping the topic for now, maybe forever actually. “Gunwook, can you help me with him?” You ignore Hanbin’s slurred protests. It must take a moment for Gunwook to recoup before he’s at Hanbin’s other side, helping you pull the drunkard up.

You avoid looking in Gunwook’s direction, despite the fact you can feel him burning holes into the side of your head. Of course, there’s no avoiding the conversation—inevitably, you’re going to have to talk to Gunwook about what Hanbin said, but maybe you can get out of it tonight…?

It’s not that you’re particularly afraid… okay, well, you are, except it’s just unnecessary anxiety. Now you feel better about admitting to yourself that you’re interested in Gunwook. But what if Hanbin’s drunk rambling was just drunk rambling, and it was all nonsense? Well, Gunwook probably wouldn’t seem so nervous if that were the case, but maybe he’s nervous because he just doesn’t want you to be under the impression that he—

“Oh, hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for Hanbin…”

“Oh, Hao, hey.” you mentally thank Hao for unknowingly rescuing you from spiraling into your annoyingly irrational train of thought.

“Do you want me to take him off your hands? We were planning to ditch before he disappeared.”

Okay, time to put on your big person pants and be an adult. “Yeah, thanks.” Handing Hanbin off is pretty easy, the man completely unbothered that he’s thrown two of his protégés for a loop (he’ll probably feel a lot worse about it tomorrow, especially when he’s hungover). What’s less easy, is being left with Gunwook.

“Well, since Hanbin aired everything out…”

“Right, yeah. We should talk, maybe outside?”

Gunwook nods, leading the way to the back door, you follow closely behind him. As not to lose him in the clusters of people, and maybe just because you want to, you grab onto his arm.

Outside, your eardrums thank you for finally getting out of there, though your nervous heart is another story, rattling against your ribcage incessantly. Warily, you avoid looking at Gunwook, distancing yourself a good few feet away from him, “So…”

“I like you,” Gunwook blurts as if he won’t get another chance to say so, “like a lot. I initially joined the team ‘cause of you actually, I hadn’t even danced since middle school. But you were so—watching you on stage at orientation felt so… enchanting.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at Gunwook’s flattery, and he only continues, “I thought you were perfect, so obviously I immediately signed up for the dance team, even though I wasn’t even sure if I was any good at it anymore, just so I could have an excuse to see you. Only for me to never gain the courage to even talk to you…” Staring at the wooden planks of the porch beneath your feet, you see Gunwook’s beaten-up Converse come into view, urging you to look up again.

“Gunwook, I—”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel anything like that for me, I just can’t let the what-ifs get in the way of me trying anymore.” Oh, how could you not feel something for him? Surely anyone could fall for him just by staring into his pretty brown eyes.

The weird feeling in your gut, which must be those butterflies people talk about, amplifies, you think you’d have to be a fool if you didn’t feel something for Gunwook Park. “I don’t… not feel something,” you hastily avert your gaze, “I guess I’m not entirely sure what it is, but I am interested in you. I, um, would be open to exploring that.”

“I understand—wait, you… really?”

You look up in time to see the overjoyed grin split Gunwook’s lips. It’s infectious, you can’t help but mirror his smile, laugh tumbling past your lips, “Yes, you dork. You better sweep me off my feet.”  You playfully shove at his shoulder.

“I will,” Gunwook grabs your wrist before you drop your arm, thumbing at the inside of it, “are you free tomorrow?”

“I…” You aren’t free, remember that pesky essay of yours? “Yeah, I am.” Oh, well, you suppose it can wait; likely until tomorrow night, when you finally open your laptop at eleven-thirty at night, when it happens to be due at midnight. You happen to work great under pressure!

“Perfect, can I pick you up at your place at two?”

“Sure, are you gonna remember to ask for my number this time, though?” You tease, making a ‘give me’ motion with your free hand.

Gunwook’s cheeks somehow get pinker, as he finally lets go of your wrist and retrieves his phone from his pocket, handing it over with the new contact screen open. Quickly, you type in your number and then your name, cheekily adding a heart beside it.

“Can I walk you home? Or, uh, if you wanted to go back to the party, that’s fine too…”

“Nah,” you’d rather do just about anything else than go back into that mess, you’ve had enough parties for the rest of your college life, “I’m pretty tired, and I have a super important date with a great guy tomorrow.”

With a coy smile to match Gunwook’s shy one, you cozy up to his side and link arms with him, “Let’s go?”

You’d still consider dancing to be a great way to unwind—still one of your favorites, it's just been demoted to second place.

Nothing ebbs away your stress like Gunwook popping into your room with your favorite food after you’ve been staring at your laptop screen for hours as if you were hoping your assignments would finish themselves. Or his hugs—always so warm, it’s like hugging an oversized stuffed bear. Or just… him.

Unrivaled after several years, dancing has finally met its match: Gunwook Park.

[jazjelspen]

the domestic life [pt.1]

(timeskip in the future/child and parent headcanons)

ever wondered what your future child/children would be like with your favorite dorm leader?

(includes: riddle, leona, and azul)

Riddle: Two kids. You and Riddle would most likely have two kids in your years together. In all honesty Riddle would've been happy with just one, but considering how his own childhood was he wouldn't want his child to grow up without a sibling to lean and rely on, he knows how much it would've helped him if he had a sibling himself.

You and Riddle(definitely Riddle) would be easy on your kids but not too much to where they would try to take advantage of it to get away with things since Riddle would try to wholeheartedly avoid any actions his own mother acted upon him in his younger years to keep him in 'line' but he also didn't want his children to slack off too much.

One kid would definitely have more of your physical attributes like hair color, face shape, nose, eyebrows, etc but then have Riddle's strict yet consistent traits when it comes to schoolwork and chores even if you two don't even push or nag your child to do said things, they've just always been naturally responsible. Despite this they are never really as uptight as Riddle was but has a lot of self-expectations and goals they themselves want to reach when they grow up.

Your other kid would definitely have more of your personality traits yet would definitely be more of the loose wild child that loves to have fun and at times can be a bit loud-- nonetheless your second kid would be the spitting image of Riddle with the exception of your eye color being present in theirs and a few beauty marks(if you yourself have any). As much of a slacker this kid could possibly be they are definitely as smart and responsible as their sibling too, they are those kinds of kids that didn't seem to study for a test yet still get high marks for it in the end.

These two as siblings would be a kind of iconic duo, the strictness of one sibling would keep the wild one in line while the wild child helps out their other sibling in learning to have fun, stay loose, and have no worries. Both have their own little study group together if any big and important tests come up, and they both help each other out pretty often. Fights aren't an unlikely occurrence but it's not something you'd see everyday since all they would really fight about is small things such as what game they should play, that they need to focus on school more, and just them having different opinions.

Leona: Three kids. Leona in his former years in NRC never really thought of having any kind of family, let alone more than one kid until he met you. When you both graduated from NRC and moved in with Leona in the palace there was already a hint of talking about your future family and originally you two wanted just two kids, so that your one child wouldn't have to grow up alone. That was until a third one came in and that's when you knew you two really had to calm it down a notch, but even if it was a surprise you two were still incredibly happy to have three absolutely adorable cubs!

Leona as a father definitely wouldn't be called a strict parent but he will always make sure his kids are attending to their studies and other activities, if one seems to be falling behind or in a sort of pause then either you or him will check up on them and help sort out any problem that's hindering them. There is also one thing I definitely want to point out about Leona, he most definitely will not have his children compete against each other or make any of them feel any less than the other! Everyone gets equal opportunities, an equal say in things, and equal chances.

Your oldest cub would have the more stoic and stubborn side of Leona's personality, as the aloof child of three they would most likely be one of those 'edgy' teenagers once they are of the age of adolescence. They have their father's ears, tail, eye color, and skin but would have the more softer features of you such as eye shape, nose, cheeks, and beauty marks(if you have any). They'd also definitely have your hair color and texture. They are smart and cunning in strategy yet they also have their father's competitive spirit, which can hinder them by having trouble in accepting losses at times. No worries tho! You and even Leona will try to get them to relax and accept that sometimes to win you need to accept a few losses first.

The middle cub will definitely have more of an overall resemblance to you aside from the fact that this little one has the tempter of a lion. They have your most prominent features such as eye color, eye shape, hair color, hair texture, nose, and even lip shape! Along with other features from Leona such as their skin, ears, and tail. This one seems like a calmest one out of the three little Kingscholars, an almost gentle soul with a heart of gold. You can sometimes see them sneak out to play with the local hyena children outside the castle, with an accompanying caretaker or even you! Despite these little positive traits this kiddo is definitely a firecracker when angry, they most definitely have the spirit of a lion. Being the most passive yet most aggressive cub out of all three this little one can at times be a bit of a handful.

The third and final Kingscholar cub is more of a better mix of the both of you when it comes to looks. They have their father's bright green eyes, skin, ears, tail, nose, and hair color. While they also have your hair texture, very similar resting expression, beauty marks(if any), eye shape, and even a similar personality. As mentioned just now they have a fraction of your personality while also just being one of the more curious yet shyest of the three, always looking for a sort of adventure despite their young age. They always ask for any stories you and Leona have to share as well as always asking for some magic lessons from their father. They seem more neutral than the other two but deep down it seems that they have a snippet of Leona's hunger for power(mostly magic wise than status). When Leona and you realize this you two try your best to remind them to stay humble and to not fly too close to the sun.

Azul: Two kids. Azul is a busy, busy business man and you both very well knew this. Azul knew that work would get tougher and more demanding of him so he really only considered having one child in his life so he would be able to easily catch up and even have an easier time hanging out with his child and you outside of work!... well that and the fact that he doubts himself constantly. In truth he's always wanted more than one child, but he doubts that even if he wants more than one he wouldn't be able to be as present to both of them equally and the thought alone brings him to tears. It took a lot of encouragement and reassurance from you to help him not only get his confidence in himself as a parent to come back strong but to also have the confidence of having the serious talk of how they'll be able to do this if they want to add another little octopi into the family. In the end after a few talks and some changes to his business and schedule to fit another Ashengrotto in the family you both decided it was time to welcome your next member into the world!

Azul would be both a lenient but strict parent, he wants his kids to be on top of their studies as usual but he also learned from you that there is also always extra time for having fun and relaxing. He would be the parent that is always the sharpest and the most good-looking while picking up his kids from school, as if he came straight out of a business meeting(most likely did). And at the mention of school-- if one day one of his kids come home crying because of a case of bullying by other students you will definitely see him speeding to the school to chew out the parents of the bullies and other authoritative figures that could've helped but didn't. After this you would be able to see Azul giving a small but heartfelt speech from the soul to both of his kids about how no matter what anyone says about them that they will forever be the greatest kids anyone could ever ask for, and that he'll forever be proud of them.

The first Ashengrotto child to mention is a neutral kind of kid, they study well, are good at magic, and have been able to adapt comfortably in the sea in their second form. They do inherit some of your personality traits where they shine in certain situations, but overall they are a very 'matter of fact' kind of kid. They wear glasses the same as their father but they definitely look a lot like you in the physical aspect as well such as hair, facial features, and expressions, may even consider them the spitting image of you! With the inclusion of Azul's iconic beauty mark and his eye color in theirs of course. They would eventually do well in anything related to law thanks to the knowledge of Azul's step-father and himself as well.

The next little octopus is more of the friendly and playful type, loving their homeland ,the sea, and they thrive in their octopus form in there as well. Physical attributes include Azul's silver hair and beauty mark, but your contribution also holds in the color of their eyes. This Ashengrotto has some cute chubby cheeks on their face that their uncle Floyd loves to pinch(Azul always gives him a death look if he pinches way too hard tho). When visiting the sea they make great friends with the fishes and other creatures that sometimes when it's time to go home on land it'll probably be with them crying on the way back home, but in the end there's no need to worry since as they get home their uncles Floyd and Jade will be there! Those two always make days a little extra fun(especially Floyd).

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Harry Potter’s Twin

Pairings: Harry Potter & twin!reader

Requested by: @insomniacwreck Could you do like Harry x twin! Reader? Like how he’d act, at the Dursley’s and Hogwarts maybe?

Warnings: idk, child neglect? the Dursley family treatment of Harry, the word murder is like once or twice other than that idk, not proofread

A/N sorry for not posting anything in a while, but I had to take a pause bc ✨depression✨, it just hit extra hard this time, but hey at least a bit of my creativity is back, but I’ve mostly been drawing, anyway here’s a headcanon bc why not

Did I know what I was writing half of the time, no the answer is no

I see a lot of fics where Harry and his twin sleeps together under the staircase, but if I’m honest I don’t think two people would fit to sleep there, even if they are small, so I’d say the Dursley’s would give the smallest room, that could be used as a actual room to the potter twins. Of course there’s be minimal decoration, two small beds that used to be Dudley’s, along with an really old wardrobe and nightstand, probably a really small desk if they could fit it, just so that they could actually do schoolwork (thank Petunia)

Both Harry and his twin would do most of the chores, except the few times Petunia does them, washing, making breakfast, dishing, cleaning, you get what I mean

Beating each others only friend growing up, until you started hogwarts that is

I’d think as you are both each other only way of affection you’d probably have a habit of falling asleep in each others beds cuddled up together

As cliché as it might be I do love the fics where the twin is like a replica of James (in looks and personality) and as Harry has his mother’s eyes his twin has his fathers eyes, but I wanted to say was every family needs a rebel, and if the twin acts like James they sure as hell would be classified as a rebel in the Dursley household

Getting in a lot of trouble, like a lot (some by accident some not by accident)

“Stealing” things from Dudley making him question his sanity as he knew he put it down just moments before (he usually blames you though)

Standing up for eachother whenever you get scolded or yelled at

“Stealing” food at night when you weren’t allowed any

Thinking you were both crazy the first time you both used magic by accident

Sharing clothes is a pain but you make it work

Being each others happiness, especially on your birthday as you smile at each other and say “happy birthday Harry” “Happy birthday Y/N” at the same time

Having twin powers, you know finishing each other sentences, knowing when something bad happens to the other, knowing what you’re both thinking (I swear twin powers are somewhat real, I’m a triplet and we have the same power)

Grabbing a letter from the floor instead of the one’s flying (I had to okay, Harry was really dumb that time)

Laughing hysterically when Harry accidentally makes aunt marge into a ballon

Time for the fun part starting Hogwarts

You’d probably be attached to the hip at the beginning, while you’re wandering Diagon Alley with all the knew strange people, you both got your own owls btw, even when on the train you’d be right by each other trying to calm down your nervousness, and anxiety over starting a new school with magic in which you know nothing about, let’s not forget you are both famous for some unknown reason to the both of you

Neither of you cared what house you got in, hoping it was the same house but if it wasn’t you’d be fine with that to, maybe a bit hard to sleep the first night, bc you usually sleep next to each other or at least the same room, personally I would love for Harry’s twin to be a Hufflepuff I don’t know why I just love the idea

A few weeks into the first school year you’d separate a bit, getting friends of your own, but you’d probably be friends with Hermione and Ron too, you could always go to Hermione if you needed help with anything, as she could always go to you with anything, Ron if I’m honest don’t go to him with everything we all know how he is with Harry and the triwizard tournament. But hey anything food related, Ron is your guy.

Yes I do love it when Fred and George are your best friends, and if I’m honest I can see the two older twins taking you under their wing and teaching you all they know, you knew about the map two years before Harry did.

Friends: Fred and George like stated before, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Luna later on when you meet her we all gotta have that one friend (me I’m that friend), obviously Harry as he’s your twin, probably Cedric somehow, it would be fun if you were more friendly to Draco too, oh I gotta as Oliver Wood love that guy, If I’m honest I don’t remember the names of any Ravenclaw s but you’re probably friends with some of them too , as well as Slytherins, we do not follow stereotypes here

Teasing Ginny about her crush on Harry

Detentions

Snape “hating” you

Everyone looking at you like you lit the stars in the sky because you survived the killing curse

It would be fun if you were somewhat oblivious to Harry’s shenanigans being to occupied with your pranks with the Weasley twins. But Harry does fill you in on things so you aren’t completely in the dark, you just couldn’t care less if someone was out to murder you again

Loving Fluffy and Buckbeak because they’re adorable 🥰

Defeating Quirrell/Voldemort together in your first year

You’d probably be able to speak with snakes too though, and in your second year you did it to scare people of who thought you was the one who opened the chamber of secrets

Getting paralyzed with Hermione by the basilisk

Fast forward to Sirius escaping, I’m going with Sirius being Harry’s godfather, and Remus being your godfather, because I cannot leave Remus out my boy doesn’t deserve that

Remus tells you a lot of stories about your parents

Remus doesn’t even want to know how many detentions you’ve gotten by know nor how many times you’ve been in the hospital wing

Getting Fred and George to try and find Sirius Black with you because you want answers and Draco might of let a few things slip when the two of you talked

You did not to your knowledge succeed in finding Sirius but you did find a dog who you brought food a lot of times

Remus and Sirius being proud of both you and Harry for being on the Quidditch team, two of the best players, you being chaser

Knowing Remus is a werewolf bc he told you, but you never told Harry because you wanted to have a secret with your godfather that Harry didn’t know, and if you’re ere honest you could never know how people would react to someone just casually saying “btw our teacher is a werewolf”

A lot of time is spent talking to Remus about your problems and everything else in your life the other time is spent with the Weasley twins

Not getting selected for the triwizard tournament but still somehow ending up at the graveyard with Harry and Cedric

Pranking umbridge a lot, did not end well for your hands, as they are littered with scars from the pen she made you use

I don’t want to cry today so we will just say that you saved Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Fred’s life so no tears today

Yeah that’s about it I think, a lot of chaos ensures after Dumbledore’s death, and eventually Voldemort is finally defeated and you live the rest of your life happily, probably becoming an Auror,

Bonus: would be fun if you published a book, “ the twins who lived” written by Y/N Potter, bestselling book and used in history of magic in the future when referencing to the events of the war with Voldemort

[screamintoad]

Moving

A/n: This isn’t anything TWST related. Just a scrapped school assignment that was deemed “not professional enough”

Prompt: Write about a difficult time in your life

  Moving is an interesting experience. 

  You get used to living in one place for a few years. Memorizing the routes to all your favorite local spots and the addresses of your closest friends. And then suddenly, you’re packing up boxes-sorting through long-forgotten items. Deciding what to keep and what to throw away forever. All while wondering if your friends will even miss your presence when you’re hundreds of miles apart. One might assume that this is about the time I suddenly moved from New York to Arizona but, this applies to everywhere I’ve been. 

  Whenever I talk about the feelings I get both before and after moving, I’m always scolded for feeling the way I do. Typically met with “You should be grateful, most people live in the same place their entire lives!” By my family and “I wish I traveled as much as you!” From friends that I end up never speaking to again after I move. I’m the type to get easily attached to places and people, some of which I wish I could forget forever and others I wish I could stay in those moments for just a little bit longer. My parents had the same upbringing as me. Constantly moving from place to place, constantly meeting new people, and constantly having to repack boxes as their parents work locations changed before they were fully unpacked from previous events. 

  I remember as a kid I hated having to move yet I still had this curiosity for what would come next. Now in my late teens it’s simply a chore. We would stay in a place for anywhere between 6 months to 3 years and my parents used to find positives but now as the years pass I can tell that even they’re getting tired of it all. I used to always be doing extracurriculars ranging from various activities like ballet and gymnastics to studying languages and anything that had to do with biology. Anything that kept me busy. 

  This trend ended when I entered high school. I was pressured to focus on my schoolwork and studying. I dropped some of my most beloved hobbies like creating art and playing the guitar. Even now it’s bittersweet when I do them. 

  When I entered high school it was as if real life was thrusted onto me at the age of 14 and per tradition we continued to move from state to state all around the country. Which was now even harder than before since I would be sitting in the car as we drove past state lines trying to figure out math. Making friends was also hard because  at this stage in someone’s life they already have their friend groups sorted out. 

  When we moved to Alabama I was at the library at least once a week. To do schoolwork, to read, and to just have solace from home. I wish I could block out a lot of memories from there but, that small public library, was my personal haven during that time. 

  I hated it all. I hated the new weather, I hated the new people who treated us as foreign creatures just because we weren’t born and raised there, I hated the fast food that everyone claimed as world famous yet tasted the same as everywhere else. 

  This past move I, to this day, felt so alienated. Having to jump from hotel to hotel to vacation cabin, it was too much. When we finally got a vacant house it was nothing like what we were expecting so I fell back into old habits of just never being home. Except this time, I had no safe haven. So I began looking for anywhere that I could go. Downtown area has a diner but it’s always busy and loud. There’s a library but the air is silent and strict. Eventually I found myself volunteering at the local equestrian center which made things easier. But, I still never connected with people. 

  Now I did eventually make friends, or those who I call friends, but it’s as if there’s an invisible line that separates me from their other friends. I try to ignore it and push on, content with my solitude. Yet some days I genuinely feel like I belong here and that makes me feel bad for thinking of all the negative things. 

  I can’t say that I’m happy but I also can’t say that I’m completely disheartened that we’ll be here for another 2 years. There are things and people that I dislike. But, there’s also things and a person that I look forward to experience. This whole essay makes me sound selfish and ungrateful but, these thoughts have been nagging and screaming at me for years at this point. 

  They had to be said in some form. 

[star-on-a-beach]

Okay um. I really don't like doing this, like, ever

But

Tw for vent post, Bc idk, maybe it'll help if I talk about this where it'll be seen and not on a vent blog where I know no one sees it

So it's pretty obvious that pretty much everything right now is in kind of a shit state and I'm really at the end of my line trying to be optimistic about it. Presidential election, rp, guard, college, art, writing, all of this shit, even stuff I'm supposed to enjoy, makes me want to fucking shatter a rock because I don't want to do anything anymore other than scroll through social media on my phone which, I've probably developed an addiction, and of course that makes me feel even fucking worse bc I told myself I'd never get addicted and look at where I am now

So many things I'm unhappy with are really kind of tying back to me and I'm so angry at everything but especially myself now, but theres nothing I feel like I can do about it but try and break it all down I guess?

There's shit going on with color guard and, other than the friends I've made within it and the actual performances, I don't fucking enjoy it anymore because our coach is apparently super fucking shitty and a liar and unfair and argumentative and never sticks with the drill she writes and doesn't give us the resources to put it together correctly, WHEHN SHES LITERALLY OUR COACH AND THATS HER JOB, IVE TRIED SO HARD TO STAY KIND TO HER BUT WITH EVERYONE AROUND ME TALKING SHIT AND TALKING ABOUT WHAT A BAD PERSON SHE IS IM STARTING TO DO IT TOO AND I HATE IT

And then obviously there's the actual schoolwork that needs to get done, I thought I had not one, not two, but 3 FUCKING ESSAYS DUE ON THE 11TH, WHICH WERE ASSIGNED TO US ON WEDNESDAY, AND EACH HAD TO BE 700 WORDS LONG. Granted it doesn't actually have to be like that but teachers are talking about finals now and I'm going to have SO many essays for that and I have a whole debate too. I'm tired and sick of waking up at ridiculously different times for classes and not being able to have a goddamn nap bc I'm either working, procrastinating with the screens addiction again, or I don't have enough time because god knows I can't take power naps for SHIT, and I'm not fucking paying for coffee in this economy

I can't even relax how I normally want to because I'm so tired from everything, too. Writing big things for TAOCC or drawing feels like a chore, and then I feel obligated to draw others characters or I want to actually do so but I have no energy for it, and I can't get my art to look how I want it to perspective-wise, no matter how many tutorials I look at, and it never ends up the way I want and I haven't even finished TAOCCTOBER or Memoryquest, both of which I feel shitty for, because then they're both more things that I'm giving up on, and I give up on so much shit so easily unless I'm being pushed over and over and over and over, although rn I really wanna just say to hell with it and kill both of them entirely

And with taocc as a whole, I don't even know where to begin. I mentioned in my earlier post that I'm struggling to be assertive and actually say what I want with RP, which results in me feeling really unsatisfied with it a lot. I feel like people aren't interested in my characters and I need to be the one trying to build the characters' connections by asking questions, which. I love when other characters ask mine questions, because so much would be revealed if PEOPLE JUST ASKED. I know you guys don't mean it in this way but I feel like I'm trying to push all of this out, but I barely get anything back except for maybe one question or comment or smth, but it feels like the characters aren't interested in my characters' pasts, and that means the mods aren't either. Which, is really no fault of yours, whether you are or not, it's my fault because I can't bring myself to get off my high horse and actually say "hey, are you willing to have your characters ask about mine?" because I have the firm mentality of "if they wanted to, they would", and I'm trying to make other characters feel important while also craving mine to feel important, but the moment they do, I wonder if I'm taking the main-character roles too much and I need to even it out so I immediately divert the attention back to yours and feel shitty about it. Once again, this is no one's fault but mine, and this is partially why my relationship with my last rp partner, aka my ex bsf, ended, because I wasn't assertive enough and kept wondering if I was hogging the spotlight any time focus did switch to my characters which just isn't enjoyable for anyone. So I'm angry and terrified that these patterns which are repeating are going to lead to a similar outcome.

It isn't even just that though, I just really hate how I write as a whole rn. I used to be so poetic and good with words but now they read difficult unless I'm writing a great wall of text, and my characters aren't acting the way I want to, partially because I'm trying to morph them to get along more with other characters and diminish their flaws so they're liked by others, but it just takes away from who they were originally and I hate that as well. It's easy to get caught up in the heat of the rp but for fucks sake I expect myself to be a better writer than this.... and I haven't even gotten around to fixing the fucked-up-with-a-side-of-cheddar timelines, which have been NAGGING at my mind for FUCK KNOWS HOW LONG, but once again, I don't even want to do anything anymore and I get mad bc the only things I wanna do are just self indulgent shit and like hell I'm asking for that from anyone (see, that's part of the problem, right there.)

I think the only thing I hate more than not being assertive with rp is the fact that I'm an adult among you all. Yes, being 18 now while the majority of you are minors is a massive fucking deal to me, and I'm realizing why exactly adults generally avoid friendships like this, because I'm constantly worried about being a good example to you all. I have to have the good advice, I have to be available, I have to be good with assertiveness and boundaries, hell part of the reason I try and avoid venting so much is because you all do not fucking need to have that burden. Every time I do something like this post I immediately think "these are kids and I'm an adult, it's kids trying to help an adult who should not be saying this stuff or laying this burden on them", as if I'm some kind of weirdo. I really try my damndest to not be one of those adults who dumps all their problems on adolescents in order to feel better about their own shitty life, I don't want to be the adult who their younger friends are comforting all the time and have that burden on them (yes, I am completely aware this post contradicts that, and yes, I am very ashamed but I feel Im at rock bottom and you guys deserve to know (but don't deserve the burden of it)). I don't feel like the example I want to be to you guys, I'm incredibly dense, and half the time, I feel like an oblivious idiot for the simplest fucking things in rp even when no one says anything that implies any of you guys think that. I get so annoyed as well, and that's another part I especially hate, it's that I get annoyed with the smallest things so damn easily, whether it's someone saying something random in call and breaking silence, or someone talking about a subject after we've moved on, or a rant that's gone on for a really long time. All of those are ridiculous things to be annoyed by, and I'm completely aware of that. I'm not proud of it whatsoever. It might also be the weather, but I'm so, so, so annoyed by so many tiny, insignificant things nowadays that it's ridiculous, and I've snapped on call a few times which I feel horrible about. I'm trying so hard to be a good, strong role model for all of you, because that's what you deserve and I want to be like that for you. But, both here and in real life, my own idiocy and density and emotions make me feel like I'm never going to escape being a dense, emotional, spacy child who keeps trying to catch up. And as an adult, I'm really, really, really upset that I feel like this because once again, you guys are the minors, not me. I'm not saying you guys should feel like that (I really hope not, no one should feel like that), but it feels even worse since I'm trying to be the adult for you guys to look up to, but I'm looking up to all of you instead. And then, even worse, I get jealous. Not of the bad shit you guys go through, but like. Insignificant things. Art styles, friends, activities, actually having your family around. I really hate myself for being jealous of that and always comparing and trying to match it since it's completely hypocritical of me otherwise.

I'm closing up this vent, but tw for some darker themes in the next paragraph

I'm really just kind of sick of life as a whole. I'm done being an adult, to hell with this, just let me be the younger friend again so I don't have to see myself as an old baby. I'm tired of all of this and the dark jokes I make, they're horrible, but they're becoming more common and I think about the content of them a lot. I'm so tired of this shit and feeling like this and I'm mad and ashamed that I'm making this post because of everything I said above. I'm so done with everything. To hell with this country, to hell with my future, to hell with drawing and writing and trying to put stuff out. At the time of writing this I'm crying, because I'm really really missing my dad. I want to hug him and be with him. I want my family overall to be okay. I want to feel happy and content with myself and my life like back in summer. I'm so sorry for having to say all this but it's the truth and, again, this is my last resort for trying to feel better because hell knows I don't have the initiative to make an appointment and talk to a therapist on campus. Ik this will go away later but ffs i don't know if I can wait until later.

Ok, heavy vent part is over

I've said a lot so I'm ending it here. If you choose to ignore this, that's fine. I'd appreciate some kind of acknowlegement, tbh, whether it's a like or a comment or something, or just a kind word (whatever you do, please don't just put *hug* and leave it at that, hugs dont really feel like they have much more meaning at this point). It feels ridiculous to ask you for comfort especially after kinda dumping all of this here for you guys to see but I might as well try ig. Idk, I'm gonna just try and not delete this out of shame.

I hope you all know that I love you guys so, so, so, so much. This community has brought me so much joy and leaving is the last thing I'd ever dream of unless I had to. I hope you guys don't mind me doing this too much. Logically Ik you probably don't but, really, none of what I just vented about is based in logic regardless.

Thank you for reading, whether it was skimming or fully reading it. Kind words are appreciated but obviously not forced and I love you guys so much. Goodnight ❤️

[archive-of-the-lost]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐉𝐎 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞! — @tiredshroomi

Your ideal match is…Leo Valdez!

Backstory:

You never had a father. You lived in the woods with your mother, hidden away in the woods in a cozy cottage, with your own garden of vegetables and the nearest town a half hour's walk away. Your mother was kind and gentle, always doting on you and cooking the things you liked to eat, brewing tea for you every night before bed. She didn't mind talking about your father whenever you asked about him, curious because the children in the stories you read usually had a father, though she never said much except that he can't be with the both of you. You always had the feeling that it wasn't because she was hurt or grieving, but simply because she didn't have much to say about him. Your life with your mother was peaceful and predictable, with chores to complete and schoolwork to finish before you could go out into the woods and play. You were happy with your life, though a bit restless as you began to wish for friends to play with, and to visit towns and cities you would see in the magazines your mother would give to you to read. One night, just as you were about to go to bed, there was a knock on the door. A traveler had come to your house, asking for a place to stay the night. He had been on his way to the nearby town but gotten lost in the woods, and now it was too dark to go anywhere. Though the town wasn't that far away, your mother decided it was too late for her or the man to be making their way there, and allowed him to stay for the night, offering to take him there herself in the morning. Nothing seemed strange as you and your mother settled down for the night in your bed, the traveler taking your mother's bed as she insisted for hospitality. You soon drifted off... And was woken up by a scream, shoved onto the floor as your mother dodged the knife intended to plunge into her neck. It cut across her arm instead. The traveler snarled, chasing after the both of you as you scrambled out of the room, out of the house. Your mother ran ahead of you at first, her taller stature allowing her to run faster than you. She looked back, and saw that the traveler had revealed himself to be a manticore, running towards the both of you on all fours. She looked at you next, terrified, grip tight around your wrist. You stared helplessly at her, too terrified to look back as the manticore roared behind you. She must have realized the both of you had no chance of surviving before you made it into town, and stopped dead in her tracks, pushing you forward and yelling at you to keep running. You choked on a sob and obeyed, refusing to slow down until you reached the town, running into the nearest building with people. The traveler never came. You were taken in by an elderly couple and stayed at their place for the next few days as the town police searched for your mother and the traveler that attacked her. Neither of them were found. On the fifth day after the manticore's attack, a boy came up to you in the town library and after making sure you both were alone, told you about a camp where there were others like you, and protection from monsters like the one that attacked your mother. You were terrified of him at first upon seeing his goat legs, fearing that he might have come to attack you too, but heard him out after he assured that he wasn't going to harm you. With no other choice, you let him guide you to the safe haven he called Camp Half-blood.

Camp, cabin, powers:

Camp Half-blood — Cabin #15 — Hypnos

Hypnos being your godly parent explains why you like sleeping so much, and how you can do it for so long as long as no one disturbs you. He was watching over you all the time when you were younger and would fall asleep in the woods after playing for some time, warding monsters away from your vulnerable form. It's how you managed to survive for so long despite living in an isolated house in the woods, only discovering camp half-blood at age 13.

As a child of Hypnos, you can induce sleep in others. As long as they are asleep, you can also manipulate dreams, alter their memories, or make them remember things they had once forgotten, as long as they didn't forget because of the actions of a deity. Furthermore, you can use hypnosis when your target is asleep, making them surrender information they normally wouldn't while awake and able to resist your hypnosis. Finally, while you sleep, you can travel across the dreams of anyone else who is also asleep, allowing you to see what they're dreaming of.

Pet: Sheep

The sheep is Hypnos' sacred animal. You pet sheep was a gift from your father for your 14th birthday. He appeared on camp grounds one day and followed you around, refusing to leave you alone until you pet him. He would follow you everywhere if you could, but you managed to get him to stay outside and frolic around while you're busy. He normally stays in the stables with the pegasi. Your friends have found you pinned under his body and fast asleep there multiple times. He's so gentle and his wool is so soft to touch, just looking at him is enough to melt all of your worries away.

Best friend: Annabeth Chase

With you both being year-round campers, it didn't take long for the both of you to notice each other and start talking. She's smart, witty, and has no problem voicing her opinions, many of the traits you find attractive in a person, so all you had to do was put in some effort to befriend her despite her slow reciprocation. It took a while for her to warm up to you, especially since your energetic and friendly personality intimidated her at first, but once she did, you find that there's so much you both can talk about. The discussions you both get into can last for hours, with the both of you being so knowledgeable. You both can learn a lot from each other as the both of you have deeper knowledge in areas the other doesn't. Like how you're not a STEM person at all, but Annabeth is. And how you're knowledgeable in psychology, zoology and biology, but Annabeth... Not so much. She can have trouble with admitting when she's wrong, so your debates can sometimes get pretty heated. Once she's calmed down, she'll think the situation over and admit when she was wrong or refused to see your side of things, so you don't have to worry about her not wanting to be friends with you just because you both disagree on some things.

Relationship with:

Percy Jackson

The both of you would be good friends! With how close you quickly grew with Annabeth, you found yourself hanging out with Percy too. Which wasn't a problem at all, as he's quite laid-back and friendly himself, meaning talking to him wasn't awkward at all. The both of you are quite similar actually, being kind-hearted, having similar energies and being obtuse sometimes. Annabeth can attest to that. You're both quite popular among the campers due to your likeable personalities and heroic feats. Many of the younger campers consider the both of you their role models, which isn't much of a problem since you're good with kids and Percy makes for a good older brother figure. Percy would also encourage you to show more of your rebellious side, as he's a huge rebel at heart too.

Will Solace

You get along well with the musically inclined Apollo children because of your shared passion for singing and music, so it wasn't long before Will came across and started talking to you. You're also a year-round camper like him, so you both had time to hang out during the spring, autumn and winter, allowing the both of you to develop a close bond quickly compared to the campers that only came for the summer. The both of you get along well because you share traits of being caring and empathetic. He also doesn't mind listening to you talk about your passions and interests for however long you want, insisting that he likes listening to you whenever you get worried that you're annoying him. With his tendency to overwork himself, being so dedicated to treating others, you often have to force him to take breaks, being the mom friend that you are. He isn't very used to being looked after, and though he's sheepish about thanking you when you make him eat or even force him to sleep when he gives you no other choice, he's grateful.

Nico di Angelo

You didn't know much about him at first, even as he started getting closer to Will, because he was still so isolated from the rest of camp. As he started being more involved with the camp and participated in camp activities more, you were able to try and approach him a few times. Will even encouraged it sometimes, wanting the both of you to get along and for Nico to have some friends. It took a while for you to befriend him, with Nico being so reserved and quiet, but you were patient and caring. Once you got him to talk about Mythomagic cards, keeping a conversation with him was easier, he didn't want to stop talking even. You managed to form a friendship with him from there, where the both of you are always eager to share your interests with each other. Like Will, he doesn't mind when you get tongue-tied because you're so excited. But unlike Will, he's awkward when assuring you that he isn't judging you, but he tries. He doesn't say it but he's really grateful that you approached him and now you both are friends.

A/N: ♡ I feel I went overboard with the backstory but oh well.

♡ I'll admit I was feeling silly so I gave you Hypnos as a godly parent. It's okay, you get cool powers.

[artoness]

10.01.24 - 3/100 Days of Productivity

🎧 Kevin Kiner - Thrawn's Arrival

Woo! Today wasn't so bad, except for when I brainrotted for two hours. I ended up skipping orchestra rehearsal in the evening, but it was thought out as I didn't practice this past week and I was able to complete more homework and chores using that time! I was just going at it in terms of schoolwork today, it's actually insane.

Creativity:

15 min of writing in the morning

Academia/Work/Major Tasks:

Attended stats lab + a talk on Native American languages

Finished stats HW assignment

Submit stats lab

Errand run for pet supplies (sat at Dutch Bros working on chem lab report afterward)

Deep cleaned cat bathroom (floors were washed and EVERYTHING)

Finished + submit chem lab report

Finished, submit, & printed chem pre-lab questions

Completed stats prep HW for tomorrow

Study:

Quick practice problems on metric system prefixes (sorry I live in the good ol' USA and sometimes forget if I don't review them lol)

📝 Star Wars fanfic about a Thrawn and Kanan field trip :)

[cringelordofchaos]

Flicker Eduardo headcanons!!

I know almost no one cares except maybe that one flicker fan scrolling through the flicker tag, but idc

(some of these are weird and stupid)

(also when I say "into ___" I don't mean it in a romantic or s##ual context btw)

pansexual demiboy, he/they, name means "Wealthy Guardian" (only thing canon in this post)

Into rock and heavy metal

Introverted

Into cryptozoology

Into 80's horror movies

Teenager, bout 16-18 y/o

Into werewolves

obsessed with stranger things

Deadname is Valentina (based on the fact that he was initially supposed to be called Valentina and have a different design)

Engages with risky (??) and rebellious behaviour

Divorced parents, father had abandoned both them and their mom and his infant sister

Hispanic

Used to be best friends with Alex, drifted apart and now Ed feels bitter Abt him

Not satanic but they are into studying satanism and people devoted to it

Atheist

Into murder mysteries

Quiet in groups at first until he gets to know others in the group better

Plays the guitar (both acoustic and electric)

Horrible at singing, still likes singing

Used to be in a band with Alex, Amethyst and Prasiddhi

Gets absolutely horrible grades in school besides in literature and Spanish

Theater kid

Dumb#ss nerd

Has sooo many earrings and necklaces

Obsessed with many bands (I can't specify which ones bc i don't know sh#t about music,)(actually screw it I'll name a few that my mom likes

Into Metallica, Radiohead, Queen The Door, and other crap like that (I only listen to Radiohead out of these)

Has one of his eyebrows pierced

Has wolf as their fave animal

Kinda insane (don't ask)

Into paranormal stuff

Brave

Determined and stubborn

Street smart

Skateboards

All about self expression

Known as the quiet kid or the weirdo in school

Likes to go outside at night

Halloween is their fave holiday

Quiet in relation to his negative opinions regarding others

Secretly a MLP + STH fan

Can get bored and distracted easily

Into parkour and tree + rock climbing

Spiritually in the 80's

A really good older sib figure

Attachment issues, fears being abandoned so sometimes they push other people away first, other times he is a bit clingy and desperate

Uses the peace ✌️ and rock 🤘sign quite often

Embraces weirdness

Will always protect and defend people he cares about

Can be kinda rude but also really kind?

Often does the chores in the house, kinda tired from that + schoolwork

Now that Alex isn't their friend anymore, they're just kind of the loner in their class (before he gets sent to the Flicker game)

When the flicker game first starts, he like most people just think it's a run, fake murder mystery game, but one night (a bitttt early on) when they were supposed to get killed they managed to flee and escape into the woods, everyone thinking he's dead

Always puts up a fight when needed

Used to crush on alex and still cares about him as much as he refuses to admit it

Swears a moderate amount

Winks often (ok these HCs sre getting very mundane... um)

Ends up getting along well with most of the flicker players

He constantly feels like HE has to work for everyone (like their mom, having to do chores and upkeep his grades), and although they're very loyal they're also reasonably tired

The start of the flicker game has actually been one of the happiest periods in his life in some time

Can be impulsive

Fidgets often

In classes they barely do anything

Master at solving Rubik's cube

Pretty chill most of the time actually

Into video games too, primarily indie horror and visual novel

Him and Rosalie bicker often

Really wants to be independent, competent and responsible to prove they don't need anyone

They give me Lucas Sinclair and Drew from TMF vibes for sum reason??

Is neurodivergent (bpd, adhd, maybe sumth else idk)

...

Wtf even is this... I'm literally the worst flicker fan to ever exist I'm so sorry

[ladyofspoons]

hmmm… the thoughts…

executive dysfunction time…

got lots to do today… had plenty of time to do it when i woke up…

aaaaand all i have done is sleep and eat and scroll and play a little viddo game

but because i’ve managed to play game, and drive to get food

makes me feel that perhaps i’m not really depressed or executively dysfunctional

and perhaps

merely lazy

perhaps because i was able to do something

even if it wasn’t the thing i needed to do

but because something got done

then perhaps i could have done something else

and then maybe

i could have taken care of myself a little

done the dishes, taken a shower, brushed my teeth, put on lotion, cook, do the homework that has been sitting there waiting for me for a week now and is about to become overdue even though it’s the first assignment of the semester and it’s super easy and i could do it at any time

i could do it at any time

i could

do it at any time

but i didn’t

because i’m not really trying, evidently, then i must be unworthy to claim that i’m depressed

i don’t want to be one of those people claiming mental illness for clout or internet points or attention

but i do want attention

just, the kind of attention i want is not the kind that i need, and it feels unearned, because nothing has gotten done today

i’ve lain on the bed, and on the couch, and on the bed, and on the couch

and on the bed

and on the couch

and now here i am

back in bed

writing what might qualify as a poem, but certainly lacks any polish or flavor

it wasn’t necessary supposed to be one, a poem

just a text post

maybe something akin to a journal entry

and there’s no reason, either, for me to be feeling this way

nothing went wrong today

nothing except my brain i suppose

or did i imagine that?

for attention

as an excuse

another way out of the things i don’t want to do

i want somebody to pull me out of this, but i can’t accept their help

what have i done to earn it? i didn’t even try today, why should i ask someone else’s energy to do my tasks

and yes, my friends will probably rush to help

but i’ll never feel like i deserved it

here i am

laying in bed

cuddled up to a plush shark, covered in blankets, head resting soft on a pile of pillows

feeling alone

and cold

running out the clock, until i have to go to work

and using that obligation as an excuse for failing to make any progress whatsoever

my partner, my friends, maybe even my parents will all ask me what i did today, how i’m doing

and i’ll tell them lie to them

like i always do

“oh you know, i’m fine,” i laugh lie

“just busy,” another lie

“lots of work,” a half truth “so i couldn’t finish that schoolwork,”

that chore,”

that task,”

that thing that would help,”

that thing that you’ve been asking about for months,”

every time, a lie

or at least that’s what it feels like

but it’s second nature at this point

as natural as breathing, hell, moreso

why

i don’t want to hurt these people

even posting this will be a challenge

i know they’ll see it

and they care about me, and want to help

but if i let them solve my short term problems, the long term ones pile up

i’m so used to lying about what’s happening in my life, just to avoid disappointing the people who care about me, who have invested time and emotion and resources and love, into me

and i don’t want them to give up

to know that it’s all been a waste

to understand that while there is, something wrong with me, something broken inside that makes life just that much harder

i have a hard time noticing

amidst my own self sabotage

“i’m broken,” i lie to myself “i can’t do this as easily as everyone else,”

an illusory comfort, allowing laziness, forgiving my complacency and removing any reason to change

“i’m fine”

incapable of distinguishing lie from truth within my own mind, i tell these people

and greatest sorrow, they believe me

i tell them i’m not fine enough for them to believe it when i finally say that i am

not a single person has ever noticed

not even myself

[zuuriell]

i felt like doing something so imma do this for the month! i’ll put all my answers below the cut because it’ll probably get quite long lol

1. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (aka POTS)

2. well, it’s pretty complicated 😭 i’ve had some symptoms for probably like a year, but around late april/early may this year i couldn’t even shower or stand up too long from how bad it got. the uk healthcare system is absolute shit though, so even tho i’ve been a&e multiple times and tried to explain how much it’s all been affecting me, i still don’t get to see a cardiologist until february 2024 :( but we’ve ruled out other options of what it could be, and my mum’s cardiologist friend agreed when i said i thought i had POTS, and my GP agrees, and my potsie friends agree so i’m kinda like unofficially diagnosed as of now?

3. relating to the last point, i am not officially diagnosed yet because of the slow asf NHS so yeah :,) but i mean to figure out what i was experiencing was POTS, it did take me like 8 months? but probably around 10 for me to accept the fact that i most likely have it too 😭 an official diagnosis unless i can rack up the money to go private is probably gonna take me like another year at this rate, but hopefully it won’t be that long

4. i have to pick just one? LOL uhh probably the blood pooling! it’s so annoying because especially when im out and about, i can’t be with my legs in the air 24/7 so it’s always bound to happen. compression socks help but only to an extent, and it stops me from doing so muchhhh :( it means that queueing for things and standing for more than a couple minutes is so so much harder, and if i have too much blood pooling in one day then my can legs ache for DAYS after that. it’s so painful and annoying and just aaghhh i hate it

5. on a regular day: i wake up, chug water which i leave by my bed for the mornings, get out of bed slowly and walk downstairs to make breakfast. i chug electrolytes and go for a short dog walk, then come home to do schoolwork and my family make lunch/dinner so i don’t have to stand around too long. i’ll make sure i get any chores done that i can, and i’ll try to chill in the evening

on a bad day/flareup: i wake up a lot later, have my electrolytes with water and only get out of bed when i need to. i’ll do schoolwork from my bed (if i feel well enough to concentrate), and have salty snacks rather than proper meals, unless my family make me anything. i stretch from bed to combat deconditioning, and if i feel decent enough i can have a bath

6. i don’t have access to any specific medication unfortunately, so i currently just manage with painkillers when my chronic pain is extra bitchy + anti-nausea meds when i feel sicky

7. salt sachets (the little ones you get at like mcdonald’s and stuff) to shove in my purse/pocket in case symptoms flare while i’m out, compression garments, electrolyte tablets, and a recliner bed so i can raise my legs more when resting

8. electrolyte drinks!! not the tablets though (i hate the taste of all the tablets except like 1 lol) - my fav is making electrolyte drinks from scratch! at the moment i really love iced lemon water with honey and salt. i also saw smth about this fancy coconut water drink to make so i may try that and it may become my favourite :0

9. salty crackers, salt and vinegar/ready salted crisps, mcdonalds fries (stfu i know these aren’t healthy but they’re my favs 😭), pretzels, nuts

+ my fav foods to dump a bunch of salt on: pasta, veggies and dips (SALTED CUCUMBER IS SO GOOD), pizza, chips, soup, risotto, probs almost anything i eat tbh

10. i’ve only got one pair but i love them so shoutout to my knee-length black compression socks <3

11. i don’t have any 🥲 i really wish i could have a cane or maybe even a rollator but my family make fun of me and i can’t afford one lolsies

12. i try to do some stretching in bed so that i can safely work against deconditioning, keeping very hydrated, trying to stay upstairs as much as possible so i don’t have to suffer my staircase, asking family to make food for me so i can save energy, taking pain meds when needed, having a cold bath (if possible), trying to keep preoccupied with work if i can, but if not i’ll watch movies on my ipad and stuff

fun fact: i wrote this on a flare LOL so oddly fitting and now i’ve already made myself a plan for the next few days!

13. the thing that’s helped me most is accepting that something is wrong and remembering to listen to my body. going through life pretending that i’m perfectly abled and don’t have anything wrong causes much more harm to me than letting myself rest a few days. it definitely isn’t easy though - i still find myself getting stressed over work deadlines don’t get me wrong, but i’d like to think i’m getting better at adapting to things and noticing when a flare is coming on so i can be prepared to take the time for my body to rest.

14. chairs are your best friends now. i steal the chairs/stools from the kitchen table whenever i’m doing chores standing up for more than 30 seconds. compression socks also help! OOH and if you’re using hot water/heated stuff and struggle with temperature dysreg, i usually grab myself a cup of ice to munch on or an icepack to hold on my chest so that i don’t overheat :)

15. i’m afraid i don’t have much input for this as i left school for health reasons 😭 but i suppose keeping hydrated, getting accommodations such as not too many stairs + being allowed to take more days off to rest for flares, compression gear where possible, staying high on sodium + electrolytes, and extended deadlines would be good!

16. i’m gonna sound so silly for this but i love rewatching my comfort stuff. i’ve got my fav youtubers + fav films/series all compiled in a list, and i spin a wheel to decide which one i’m gonna watch! other activities i enjoy though are reading, playing video games, doing goofy quizzes online, chatting with friends, and going on pinterest sprees!

17. leading on from the last prompt, my fav is a marvel movie - tbh all of them bring me so much comfort but my favs are avengers, black widow, loki and any of the thor films <3

18. my main support system is my wonderful boyfriend, kurtis @agere-tomhiddleston-imagines 💚💛 he’s helped me through so much and he’s so supportive of me no matter what, and i love him dearly for that (and how awesome he is in general ofc) <3 other than that, my parents are semi-supportive! they still get things wrong sometimes but overall they’ll help if i need things and they handle all the shitty healthcare workers for me so i truly appreciate them for that 😭🙏 ooh and definitely just the general online community of chronically ill people/potsies!! i love y’all so much 🫶

19. okay i don’t know if this counts because she was an orthodontist rather than a doctor/nurse, but when discussing me getting braces she asked about my medical history and i explained it all but said i haven’t been diagnosed so i understand if she can’t accommodate me. then she said to me, “hun.. just because you don’t have a piece of paper with a few words on it, doesn’t mean you aren’t ill. if you’ve got symptoms but no confirmed cause, you’ve still got the symptoms, and i’m not gonna ignore those unless you want me to” - the validation was so relieving after years of fighting for doctors to listen to me and believe me :,) ❤️

(i’ll update this throughout the month! <3)

[theroundbartable]

Not to mention that the entire idea of homework is degrading, basically useless and enforces priviledges.

No, hear me out.

The original idea of homework (at least in Germany/ Preussen. The preussisch' school system is used as the baseground for school systems in most of the western world, despite it being old as fuck.) was used as a punishment for children who misbehaved. It wasn't universal, children had work to do at homes after school, so they didn't have time for schoolwork. When children didn't have to do that anymore, schools decided to use the homework system as a general teaching method.

Let's assume for a moment that when you do homework, your parents don't help out. If the child makes a mistake, they won't know they did. Instead, they will grow a habit of repeating that same mistake if it's not being corrected. And if they are anxious in school, or the teacher doesn't look at every person's homework every single day, then they'll refuse to admit they made a mistake in fear of being publicially humiliated. The mistake is enforced. The child didn't learn a thing.

Of course, the child's reaction depends on how they were raised and how much their parents support them. Children who have their parents support during homework and through their mistakes, have a much easier time getting good grades... But they didn't actually do the work themselves and the teacher won't see if they improved at all. They just see a student who seems to have all the answers and 'put the work in' and they'll be encouraged to continue the same way. These children will remain on a different level than the rest and be used as an example for the rest of the class, despite there being priviledges helping their grades. I've heard of cases where parents simply did the entire homework for the child.

You can conclude from that (even as a child) that hard work does not pay off, that other people are smarter or more talented than you. It seems so much easier for them, because it is.

And then, of course, there is the homework that makes your hobbies suck. Like maybe you would like to read this book if you didn't have to write an analysis right after. Maybe you'd be good at calculus if it didn't lock you in your house and keep you from hanging out with your friends.

And then old people cry over why children don't talk or play outside anymore. They don't have the bloody time, their playgrounds are taken down and everything fun is forbidden.

Of course, then there is the argument where they tell you that you'll have to do homework when you're an adult too and school prepares you for adulthood. But, unless you're a teacher or do home office, or have specific Jobs where you can divide your time as you see fit- most jobs are 9-5, you go home, do some chores and you're done with the day. Paperwork for taxes and stuff aren't every day chores either and if that were really important to you, you'd teach taxes in class.

What I'm trying to say is, homework is a hypocritical construct. And except maybe for some exceptions (like maybe vocabularies), it should be forbidden alltogether.

Parents really like to do this thing where if their kid is currently "in trouble" they will tell you about it, out loud, in front of the same kid, even if you're a total stranger. "This is my son and he's grounded right now for not doing his homework" they say, while said son just looks at the ground embarrassed. They want you to play along and reinforce their authority like "gaaasp! Homework is so important!! Listen to your mother!!!!" so obviously we all understand in this situation that we should really say "hell yeah kid fuck the system" right

[jjaybrown4-blog]

Noah’s Ark Legacy Challenge (by qwerty)

I decided to make a challenge based around animals because, well, who doesn’t like animals (except for spiders of course). This legacy challenge is very much inspired by the Not So Berry challenge! Anyways, hope you have fun :)

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Generation One - The Frog

You’ve spent your whole child and teenage hood being alone. Focusing on schoolwork for so many years has never payed off, and you’re just now realizing how alone you really are in the world. Your journey begins in young adulthood.

Traits: Squeamish, Self-Assured, Insider

Aspiration: Leader of the Pack

Career: Politician

Rules:

‣ Move at least 3 times in your life before settling down in San Myschuno

‣ Master the Politician career & complete the Leader of the Pack aspiration

‣ Master the charisma & writing skills

‣ Be the leader of a club & have a gathering at least twice a week

- Complete the Frog collection

‣ Have a minimum of 3 children

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Generation Two - The Spider

As a child, you grew up in a not-so wealthy household; barely being able to pay your bills each week. As an adult, you strive to be different from your parents, however, in doing so, you take a darker route in life: crime. Oh, and knitting.

Traits: Family Orientated, Mean, Genius

Aspiration: Lord/Lady of the Knits

Career: Criminal

Rules:

‣ Must kill at least one sim in your lifetime

‣ Master the Criminal career & complete the Lord/Lady of the Knits aspiration

‣ Master the mischief & knitting skills

‣ Have only one child

- Live in a Haunted House (requires Paranormal stuff)

‣ Never marry in your life (you may have a fiance/partner but no marriage)

‣ Have one best friend & no other friends (excluding family)

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Generation Three - The Bird

You’ve always played with dolls, pretending to be a parent to them. So when you got your first partner, you just thought, why not! Your first love soon becomes your forever love, and after getting pregnant, you decide to elope the minute you turned 18. You’re happily married for 20 years, when one night, you make a BIG mistake.

Traits: Bro, Materialistic, Adventurous

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

Career: Law

Rules:

- Get married to your high school sweetheart the minute you age up to a young adult

‣ Must have an affair as an adult & get pregnant from it

‣ Master the Law career & complete the Mansion Baron aspiration

‣ Master the charisma & programming skills

‣ Never tell your partner that the child isn’t theirs

- Live in a mansion

‣ Be extremely overprotective of your child(ren)

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Generation Four - The Fish

From the day you were born into the world, you knew you were special. On your 18th birthday, you move to a land that’s been calling your name from the beginning: Sulani. So what do you decide to do there? Well of course, have many, MANY children. You also adore FISHing for compliments (ahahaha get it?)

Traits: Child of the Ocean, Noncommittal, Self-Absorbed

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Diver

Rules:

‣ Must be/become a merperson

‣ Master the Diver career & complete the Big Happy Family aspiration

‣ Master the parenting skill

‣ Have 5 children with each having a different baby daddy

‣ Never commit to a serious relationship with someone (you’d hate that.)

‣ Must be a strict parent; curfews, chores, the whole shebang

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Generation Five - The Ant

Having a big family isn’t always that great, and you’re a great example of that. You were always told to look after your siblings & do the dishes whilst your mom went out with the 3rd person that week. You decided from a young age this life wasn’t for you, and put all your effort into working out.

Traits: Active, Unflirty, Hates Children

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Career: Social Media

Rules:

‣ Must have only one child right before you turn into an elder

‣ Master the Social Media career & complete the Bodybuilder aspiration

‣ Master the fitness & wellness skills

‣ Must never date anyone

‣ Must become a famous celebrity

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Generation Six - The Bear

After your mother died when you were so young the only thing you want in life is some company. You despise being alone, and it probably annoys those around you. So, of course, you become a doctor!

Traits: Paranoid, Lazy, Perfectionist

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist / Grilled Cheese

Career: Doctor

Rules:

‣ Must never have a close relationship with anyone til teenage years

‣ Master the Doctor career & complete the Freelance Botanist aspiration

‣ Complete the Grilled Cheese aspiration

‣ Master the gardening & logic skills

‣ Have a huge garden for all your plants

‣ Have triplets (you can cheat for this)

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Generation Seven - The Goat

Growing up as a triplet was a dream come true. You always had someone to play with, someone to eat with and someone to talk with. But that was until your two siblings left you to move to Del Sol Valley and you were stuck at home looking after your parents. You love to eat EVERYTHING, and you’ve finally decided that maybe it’s time to put that talent to good use.

Traits: Glutton, Creative, Clumsy

Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity

Career: N/A

Rules:

‣ You never have a job, and instead you make videos of you eating

‣ Complete the World-Famous Celebrity aspiration

‣ Master the media production & dancing skills

- Move to Del Sol Valley as an adult, and flex on your siblings

‣ Marry a fellow celebrity

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Generation Eight - The Rat

The spotlight was never something you were interested in being in, so most nights, you snuck out of your house and went exploring. You’ve always felt like you wanted to just be normal, so when you become a teenager, you finally decide that it’s your time to run away & never look back.

Traits: Erratic, Loves the Outdoors, Dog Lover

Aspiration: Jungle Explorer

Career: Fisherman

Rules:

‣ Must have many pets throughout your life

‣ Master the Fisherman career & complete the Jungle Explorer aspiration

‣ Master the fishing & archaeology skills

‣ Spend most of your life in the jungle

‣ Make money going through trash & selling collectibles

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Generation Nine - The Horse

You’ve always adored being in the wilderness from the start. So when you discovered how polluted the world truly is, you make it your life’s work to change that fact.

Traits: Child of the Islands, Ambitious, Kleptomaniac

Aspiration: Academic

Career: University / Conservationist

Rules:

‣ You go to University to study to become a Conservationist

‣ Master the Conservationist career & complete the Academic aspiration

‣ Master the logic & fitness skills

‣ Live in another world for the majority of your life, but as an elder, you retire in Sulani

‣ Save Sulani (clean up the island)

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Generation Ten - The Bee

The saying “busy as a bee” is very fitting for you. You want to experience everything in life, and if that means you have to work 3 jobs & barely sleep you’ll do it. You’ve always been top of your class, and you’d like to keep it that way.

Traits: Snob, Outgoing, Vegetarian

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Career: Barista / Engineer

Rules:

‣ Have at least 15 friends throughout your whole life

‣ Master the Barista & Engineer career & complete the Renaissance Sim aspiration

‣ Master the rocket science skill

‣ Woohoo in a rocket ship & visit Sixam

‣ Visit every world at least once

‣ Go on vacations every few weeks

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This challenge is just for fun, so of course, if you’d like to change anything to fit your own playing style, feel free! Anyways, hope you guys like this challenge & I’d love to see your own play through doing it :)

[maytheoddshq]

Enna Lydonsbee (she/her). Stylist's Assistant. Twenty. Brittany O'Grady.

It’s the story you’ve heard before. Outer district, poor parents. Tragic accident, or maybe just illness, or maybe starvation. Regardless, child orphaned before two, another outer district statistic.

It happens. In panem, it happens a lot. And the places those children end up in vary, but oftentimes feel the same. Squeaky doors, full beds, empty plates. Enna remembers the lack of ventilation more than anything else, the way she’d escape to the roof of the barn-type building to hide. Under ten’s big, wide sky, she felt free.

When she was ten, the capitol came.

Or, they didn’t at first. Just shipments of wood, plaster, blueprints, and whatever else creates an orphanage from the ground up. The people of nine were made to assemble it, but in a year Enna was one of the lucky ones able to move in. and in the end, it was better than before. So much better. There were windows that could open to the air outside, and enough beds for everyone housed in it, and once it was done the generous benefactor sent old, torn books to stock a small schoolroom. There was still work to be done, more as she got older, but there was space to grow her interests. A homemade sketchbook, with doodles from free time before bed. And a name on the outside of the building. Lydonsbee. They were Lydonsbee children.

Her chores and duties revolved around clothing. She knit and sewed all day, patching holes in clothes and making old into new for the youngest ones who hadn’t finished growing at their rapid paces. She liked that, liked finding ways to repurpose fabric and make it last. Clasps and snaps and creativity. She packed up the dirty clothes for the younger ones to take to washing, and then she did her schoolwork, and then she got to draw in her notebook.

Mrs Lydonsbee herself didn’t visit often, but she visited sometimes. It felt like the victory tours, except the children somehow found it less fun. She stayed for a night or two, took photos, they all ate a good meal, she got her tour, and she was gone again. At this visit, Enna was seventeen, eighteen in a month or two. She knew she wouldn’t be a lydonsbee girl for much longer, that she’d be out doing manual labor somewhere soon. So she spent every moment drawing before she couldn’t afford the paper to do it. She’d been found doodling, and the capitolite had asked to see her work. She’d asked a few questions, and finished with the fact that she ‘considered herself a patron of the arts’. Then Miss Lydonsbee had walked away, back to the capitol.

Enna had thought she’d meant the orphanage. She hadn’t expected, a week later, to be on a train speeding towards the capitol, and housed in Mr and Mrs Lydonsbee’s home. Turns out, adoption was what the woman had meant. She wasn’t just a lydonsbee girl until eighteen, she was Enna to be Enna Lydonsbee forever, and it turned out that in the Capitol the name didn’t just mean orphan. It meant a long line of architects, and the money that came with it.

For a year, she lived in their home. It was intensive tutoring, getting her up to speed with all the capitol expectations. Math, science, etiquette, all the stuff that had been lacking in nine. And then came the applications to both of the art schools the capitol had. She didn’t get into the top one, big shock there, but just when Enna had been wondering if she’d get sent back should she fail to impress either of them, the ‘underdog’ school came through for her. It was the lowest-ranked in the capitol, but it was still in the capitol. So she moved into her dorm, and she got started.

She found herself thriving in school. The academic parts, at least. The making friends part was a bit more difficult. Capitolites were strange with how they spent their money and what they valued. It was hard, watching people complain about the color of their 30th handbag when Enna knew in nine there were people sewing patches on pants to keep them for another year. Even the Lydonsbees did it. She listened to them discuss what brand of leather would go in their yacht, despite having never traveled to four. Her orphanage had contained all the effort of a pinky finger to them. Her whole tuition barely made a dent.

Enna wondered just how many lives could be changed if everyone gave as many fucks as the Lydonsbees, even if that was hardly any at all.

It wasn’t like there was anything to be done about it, though, and it made her annoyed to be around capitolites for too long, so she avoided it, tended to stay in her dorm and kept at her work. And all the work paid off. By the end of the second semester, she was top of her class. The Lydonsbee parents had been proud of her success, sending her internship applications to fill out. Always pushing their little experiment higher, it seemed. Stylist’s assistant in the Hunger Games had been one that made her apprehensive, but the last time she’d been doing applications, she hadn’t wound up with anything prestigious anyway. The hunger games seemed unlikely to get, by that metric. Near impossible. She’d apply, get denied, and The Lydonsbees would rumble about how they weren’t taking her seriously even though she was theirs. They’d move on.

Except she got accepted.

To work in the tribute tower.

She’d be doing sewing for stylist’s. None of the conceptual work, just the manual stuff. Similar, oddly, to her work in nine. Buttons and zippers, hemming and finishings. Full circle, maybe. And she wouldn’t be the only district person at the tower. The Lydonsbees wouldn’t let her back down, anyway. So even though there were a thousand reasons not to, she accepted the offer.

pos- creative, focused, worldly

neg- judgemental, isolated, subdued

PENNED BY RAINY