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uppastthejelliclemoon · 11 months
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hestia- red heart
❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?
The first time she saw her family after that Halloween. Hestia truly thought she would only ever get to see them on Halloween, and that'd be it. But there was one afternoon where she left her den to go spend the day with Demeter, and she spotted Hades, Apollo, Iris, and Thetis sitting near Deuteronomy's tire, and she just... frozen. Iris spotted her first and raced over to her, and threw herself at her sister with an excited squeal, and the rest of their siblings followed. Hestia was in complete shock, but after they finished hugging, Hades explained that, while it'd be rare, they'd be able to visit more and more throughout the year. During those visits, it'd just be the magical cats who could see them, but Hestia didn't care. She grabbed onto her sisters' paws, and dragged them off for a day of sibling bonding. It was one of the best days in Hestia's life, because she just got to cuddle and talk to her siblings. She talked to them about her crush on Tumblebrutus, about how Jubilee and Mungojerrie were finally starting to inch towards each other, and got to be teased and poked by her brothers.
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yellowtailau · 2 years
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are yellowtail and violetshine basically sister in law since tree and sunrise are sibings?
(Ignore my previous ask)
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"I'd say we get along pretty well, we both understand what it's like to love someone with such a deep connection to ghosts, and their . . . oddities."
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Not like you can kill a ghost - again.
Speaking of ghosts, many of us have seen your siblings'. Hanging around, trying to stay among the living.
Midnight: My sibings? You mean Eclipse? He ain't my sibling.
As for the other one... There's no way you've seen 'im. He isn't dead. An' ghosts aren't real, anyhow.
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gascon-en-exil · 1 year
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I am actuall surprised the Engage fandom care about morality when Alear marries the unit right after dying a total of 3 times, after having become a zombie and then a literal ghost... at least that does answer whether or not Alear still have fell blood at the end of the game.
A bunch of anons mention the dead characters angle for some reason. Sacred Stones did it first...and Awakening did it first for Avatar dating sims. Playable Walhart is some kind of undead revenant that can still father a child, somehow.
Alright I am gonna turn off the computer. Don't want to hear crybabies cry about "incest" when the game claims the twins are not half siblings with Alear when there is literaly implied necrophilia in every S support.
Don't care. It doesn't matter who Alear marries, at the end, every Engage character is basically b*** a corpse since Alear died before marrying any of them due to Engage abusing the ressurection button
I am pretty sure that due to Alear's many death and ressurection it was ORson x Monica long before it became Morgan and Kanna visting a world where their spouses are their sibings. Never mind that, let's focus on the fact that Intys decided to give us the 4 winds while we will never have the 4 hounds playable since they are different person/character
"And some will see the implication and condemn anyone who ships those pairings, even if they're not being read as incestuous". that's a lsot cause. never mind that the game insists that marrying the children of your father's counterpart doesn't count even though it wants us to suspend our disbelief to that. I am actually surprised then that no one is complaining about marrying th 4 winds because if both Sombron are the same person, this means that Alear can marry people who are dead in their dimension making the whole implications of necrophilia even more barrent.
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CAN I PLEASE MAKE LEMON GHOST A GRAPE FRUIT SISTER?! Or maybe a lime?! AHHH OR A BLOOD ORANGE?!
YES 100% PLEASE DO
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Ayyyyyyyy I got an Ask for Spooks and Spirit! What if a human died (lets say and around the age of 14-15) and joined the group, and became really attached to the two brothers cause they remind them of their older brothers? (They dont really remember much, but they do remember a little bit about their brothers) So, basically they get another sibing or sumthin? (and they also like puns xd)
man... oh man if I could draw, you would soooo be getting a comic here.
Okay this starts off a little sad, for some reason? Like... shockingly proud of that???
When they passed, and became a ghost, they would feel a unbearable tug on their body, it was like they were being called and tugged towards somewhere that they knew that they should go to.
A place for them.
...somewhere safe.
When they got there, it would be empty at first, just a dusty ghost town, until slowly noises would tear through the silence. Starting off like a whisper before turning into the chatter of spirits, people long forgotten.
Children running around, having fun, and the lights were all on! Even the trees were alive again...
They were able to see through the eyes of a ghost, seeing what the past has forgotten.
They would most likely meet Spirit first, who perks up looking at them, and smiles, floating over "Well hey there bud, welcome to our spook-tacular place. You new? I've never seen someone like you before. That is how it ghost, I guess... names Spirit, Spirit the ghost."
Spirit was a strange looking man. Messy white hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in forever, did he die with messy hair and it just wouldn't be fixed? Pale skin, bags under his eyes which were blue, one paler than the other, and his clothing seemed old too.
He looked to be around... 24-26?
Talking to him, explaining that they didn't remember almost anything from before they were a ghost, Spirit would nod "Yeah, that's pretty common. Come on" he starts to walk, waving his hand "You can meet my bro. Spooks. I named him myself, do you remember yours?"
They would most likely tell him their name, something that they luckily remembered, making him smile "Hey, that's un-boo-lievably awesome that you remember, boo"
How many ghost puns did this guy have? Y/n thought to themselves, following the ghost guy. Spirit, was his name?
Y/n asked him why he was trying to help them, and how they knew that they could trust him? He pauses then laughs, tilting his head to the side "Come on, you know I'm not lying. You could see right through me if I was" and with that, they went to talk to Spooky.
Over the time that Y/n was there, they forgot more and more stuff about their past, sometimes even forgetting their name until someone spoke to them again. It was normal for ghosts to forget about their past, sometimes they didn't and... those were the dangerous ones.
Spooks and Spirit started to remember their pasts but they both kept it secrets, they didn't want to talk about it. Spirit would sometimes cover his chest with his hand, with a distant look. Spooky had a lighter part on his neck that you could only sometimes see if his scarf was out of the way.
Every ghost had a hint of how they died.
None of them liked to talk about the ways that they died... why would they?
Y/n seemed awfully attached to the two brothers, and sometimes when they weren't thinking, they would call the two brothers by the wrong names. The two brothers never mentioned it knowing just how that would... most likely make someone feel.
They welcomed a new sibling into their little family after a few weeks, both very happy.
They were all the people who died and lost their families but now, they had a new family and... you know... they were all pretty happy.
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literaila · 3 years
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always, kitchen floor
loki x gn! reader 
summary/request: reader is tony’s sibing, they’ve had a fight with him. loki just happens to be there... and again, a while later. 
content warning: alcohol, fighting, sibling things, murder. 
*
so you weren’t expecting the crash.
so you weren’t exactly the picture of grace on the floor.
so you weren’t supposed to be in here.
it’s not like he knew that. but what he did know was that as soon as he bashed into the room, you were falling towards the floor.
the small chuckle you could hear from behind the cabinet did not soothe any anger you were feeling. it was just digging itself a deeper hole in your chest, just making itself a home while whoever had scared you laughed along. it might’ve made you angrier.
“it’s alright,” an unrecognizable voice said, low and sour. someone was moving around. you didn’t even attempt to get up off the floor. you didn't care. 
“i’ve been told i have that effect,”
an audible sigh from you made the movement stop.
you closed your eyes, rapped your head against the floor softly. this was only one of the many things you couldn't deal with right now. a human interaction, a conversation. an effort. maybe you’d drunk a bit too much, maybe this was a dream.
you really didn’t want to get up. you were hoping for a hallucination. anything non-real.
“do i know you?” you croak out instead of crying. at least, if you’re going to die, you’ll get to know who killed you. at least, if you have to do this now, you can call the bastard by their name. 
“probably,” the voice sings out. perfect.
probably.
you stop your head, squeeze your eyes until they sting. you’re not sure why you’re not supposed to be in here again, but maybe it has something to do with this.
meeting perfect strangers you probably know.
“do you have a name?” you croak— again —your patience gone from every trace of your body. your effort extinguished from the fire that is building in your chest. the fire that's been there a while. 
“the god of mischief.”
you sit up. only a little. just enough to lean your head towards the voice.
it’s not like you were expecting that response.
“excuse me?” you say in your half-deflated, half surprised voice. your neck is straining from the glance you’re trying to get at the voice, but you keep attempting to lift your head
the footsteps start again, and it’s only a moment before the person comes into view.
before you see them, you hear the bells ringing in your head. this isn’t your house, this isn’t their house. you don’t know this person, and you’re acting completely sane.
it’s honestly not that bad of a situation.
it only takes one more pinch of your ligaments for your eyes to meet their face.
for your brain to touch them with all the memories you have.
probably.
yeah, well, probably was right.
maybe you’re starstruck for a moment, maybe your eyes widen, and maybe you’re staring at this giant person in front of you for way too long.
it doesn’t matter, because in what seems like a second to you, you lay back down. close your eyes.
“i’ve seen you on the news,” you say, a nonchalant mention, a passing sentence.
you were wrong, then. an alien interaction. 
the god of mischief— actually, if the news anchor from earlier had anything to say about it —is standing right next to you. right next to your practically dead body, and you don’t move an inch.
you’re sure you can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t check. who cares, anyway? hes going to kill you soon. 
“have you?” he asks, an annoying disruption to your wallowing.
you grunt, don’t say anything else.
it’d be nice not to die in your own home. at least then no one will have to clean up any blood. they can sell the apartment again. it’d be nice to watch your brother's face as a ghost when he realizes. it’d be nice to get your revenge in the form of a bloodstain on the hardwood. it's a terrible thought that almost fills you with glee.
loki, who moves past you, opening cabinets and carrying around a ridiculous scepter (?) does not turn to look at you when he asks
“you’re not supposed to be here, are you?”
your snort is nothing more than a yes. is it really that obvious? i mean, yes, you look pretty bad, but that shouldn’t indicate to him that you’re in the wrong place.
he shouldn’t know that already.
“what makes you say that?”
loki puts down the bottle he’d been messing with, some expensive thing your brother would kill him for touching. not that you’re going to tell him that, you don't really mind. he turns and bangs his scepter against the ground, not completely on accident. “this countertop is engraved ‘tony stark’”
you roll your eyes, but he doesn’t notice.
“and, from what i’ve seen on the news” he teases the unfamiliar word around his lips “you aren’t him”
“ha,” you say, voice void of any emotion. it must really be that obvious, even to a god who has only been on earth for a few days and has never met you before. even to you, who’s been trying to catch up to tony for so long. “you’ve got me,” 
you grab the bottle you have next to you, the bottle you’ve been cradling all night in your hands like its some childhood blanket you dont want to let go of, and take a sip. its hard on the floor, and that fact is maybe the only thing that could actually convince you to sit up at this moment. 
so you do, and you look loki straight in the eyes while taking another sip. 
theres still half a bottle left, you dont really need to slow down. 
loki looks amused, looks so much less threatening than you would’ve thought after watching him get a group of well over a hundred people to kneel before him. so much less threatening without his words to back him up. or maybe, thats what makes him a villain. 
he looks kind of cute. 
“can i help you?” you say then, looking him in the eyes, bottle in hand. its your best impression of a salesperson, but he doesn't know that. hes just a god, after all, hes just a murder, definitely. 
“actually yes,” he moves towards you, scepter banging, his voice a slow river. “i was looking for someone-” 
“if its tony, you’re fresh out of luck, mr. mischief,” you sigh and stand up, pretending not to notice the substantial difference in heights between the two of you. “it would seem i’ve run him off,” you pause, take a sip, hold your finger up in a gesture for him to wait. “must’ve been my ceaseless charm.” 
loki doesnt say anything, just watches you with irritating eyes and waits for you to take another drink. you do, but not because of him. you’re thirsty, obviously. 
you hate that hes already predicting your movements, you hate that he looks so calm. you hate that if you werent still in your right mind you would probably tackle him without a moments notice. 
still, you watch him anyway. this isnt scary. nothing is scary right now, not even the prospect of death and the murderer in the room. not when you’ve just been left alone in this stupid building while tony runs off to do something else. 
not when your voice still hurts from screaming at him. 
“when will he be back?” loki asks, interrupting your thoughts and looking you up and down. any other day, you might’ve taken it as a compliment, might’ve smiled at him.
“never, if i had anything to say about it.” 
loki doesnt hesitate. “you seem awfully angry for such an angelic-looking person,” 
you snort, turn around to go searching through the cupboards again. “and you seem awfully murdery for a god,” 
“you’d be surprised,” he moves forward, leans his scepter against a chair, and continues to watch you. something about this, something about him is easing that feeling in your chest. the annoyance is almost gone, you know, if it werent for the fact that hes still certainly going to kill you. 
you know that he’d brainwashed other people, maybe thats what was happening now. 
you grunt instead of answer and grab a glass. its strange, this need you feel to keep him from murdering you. loki watches with curious eyes as you poor some of your bottle in the glass, then offer it to him. 
in fact, his eyes almost bludge out of his head as soon as you lift it towards him. 
“you’re giving this to me?” 
you smirk instead of scoffing, as a peace offering. “is it really that obvious?” 
he doesnt acknowledge the snide but takes the glass with careful hands. maybe he thinks humans have murderous cups. maybe hes just very untrusting. it doesnt matter, it makes you smile anyway. 
you grab the bottle, now more than half gone, and take a sip as loki thinks deeply about this drink you’ve given him. at least he isnt asking you why you’re angry anymore. 
“is it good?” he asks while staring at the contents of the glass. 
“you could just try it, you know.” 
he quirks a brow. sets the glass down on the counter. takes a step back. “how do i know you havent poisoned it?” 
you set your bottle down, lean your hands on the counter, and lean closer to him in a challenge. “you, quite literally, just watched me pour it.” 
loki considers this, tilts his head, and then steps forward and takes the glass. you laugh when he sniffs at it, but watch with hopeful eyes as he finally takes a sip. 
then promptly gags. 
“humans are disgusting creatures,” he says while gagging, moving far away from the glass. 
“and thats why you’ve come to conquer us, right?” you’re still smirking, still sipping, and still wondering what the hell this god is doing here. 
“think of it as a favor,” hes wincing, opening his mouth in what looks like an effort to get the taste out of his mouth. but still, he doesnt threaten you, doesnt curse you out, doesnt accuse you of poisoning him again. but then, he looks up. “in return, you might tell me where stark is?” 
there. thats it. no threatening, no murdering, no accusation. but still, he just wants something. your brother, of course. 
whats different from usual? 
“i dont know,” you answer, smile gone, moving away. you make sure to take the bottle with you, wherever you turn to go. wherever you want to run away to. 
you dont know, you’re not sure. this place is so big, and all of it is a prison you’ll never actually leave. the curse of blood relations. 
loki though, stops you before you can even attempt to leave, before you can make your escape before you start sobbing to this god who isnt even here for you. 
really, you should be thankful, really, you shouldnt care this much. really, you should’ve left ten minutes ago. you’re not even supposed to be here. 
the thought fills you with dread. effort, effort and pain. 
“you dont know?” he asks, doubtful. as if he knows you, as if he can already tell you’re lying. you scoff, then scoff again. damn the god of mischief, and damn your brother. arrogance does not look good on anyone. 
you try to push past him, shaking your head with hurt eyes that arent really for him. you try to move forward, but hes so much bigger than you, and hes got the upper hand. he knows you wont try to murder him, no matter what he wants to do to everyone on earth. 
“you are related to him, are you not?” another question, another shot of fuel to the fire that you thought had burned out. to the flame inside of you that doesnt seem to leave. 
“i dont like that you know that,” you say it softly, much softer than you mean to, and without noticing take a step back. put up the walls, so to say. get away from this alien that knows more about you than you do him. guard yourself before you actually get hurt. 
dont give him yet another reason to yell at you. 
“its not hard to guess. you have...erm” he pauses, looking small, looking more nervous, looking anything but godly. “the same mannerisms. and you talk a bit like each other.” 
you frown. dammit. 
“also, the way you talk of him reminds me of my brother.” 
you look up then, look up and see this god, this alien, this murderer that you dont even know. is he drunk now? you wouldnt have thought him to be such a light-weight. 
“okay...” maybe you’re weirded out, or maybe you’re tired, but you try to move away from him anyway. this is effort, and you dont need it. 
“you really dont know?” loki says, before moving out of your way. he sighs, looks defeated now. you’re not lying, but something in you kind of wants you to be. just so he’ll leave you alone, of course. just for some peace. 
just so he stops frowning at the floor. god, you dont even know him. 
and you, you just dont understand. hes the villain, hes evil, so why is he looking so innocent? why arent you scared of him? why havent you run in terror yet?
maybe you’re about to ask something, but loki moves first. he steps back, or forward, and grabs the glass you gave him, again. takes another sip. he doesnt gag this time, doesnt change his expression at all. 
“i thought you hated it?” you ask, shocked by this small thing, hurt still, by his words. maybe by his defeated look. 
loki sighs, smirks, does something with his face you cant comprehend. “its better with disappointment.” 
now its your turn to sigh. you cant leave this alien alone in tony’s kitchen. that’d be rude, plus, curiosity is human. 
its not his fault, really, that he needs to murder your brother. 
you go back, back to the counter, back to the floor, back to loki with his sad eyes and your bottle. you just go back, sitting down on the floor, where you were when he came in, and waiting for him to join you. 
it doesn’t take long, you can feel his cool from the five feet of distance between the two of you. 
its a moment before you ask. “do you really need my brother? i can probably call him.” an olive branch, so to say. 
loki laughs, chortles, something. maybe you’re feeling the effects of the alcohol now. he doesnt speak for a moment, just looks around, observing the room once again. you look with him, wait for his answer, hope its “no”. 
“no, not really.” he pauses, sighs. “well, yes. but, you seem very opposed to seeing him, so i’m guessing talking isnt on the table?” 
“you’d be right,” you take another sip, give him a smile you dont really mean. 
you’re not even sure why you’re here now. this is surreal. this is stupid of you. its in the name. 
“is he really as bad as he seems?” loki asks, tracing something on the floor. maybe gods are similar to humans, because you think you’ve seen this somewhere else. 
you laugh, though, anyway, and forget everything. “not really. hes sort of a good person, he just.. doesnt come off well.” to say the least.  
never has. never liked you much in the first place, but you have memories of him gifting you toys when you were kids. you have laughs, smiles. you had a family, once upon a time. 
you dont tell loki that though, you have enough sense not to. 
“i wonder if my brother would say the same thing about me?” 
and something about the way he says it, something about his face, about his words on the news, all of it. all of it reminds you of where you are, reminds you of who you are, and who you’re trying so hard not to be. 
emotionally compromised, you’re sure. this is a stupid thing to be doing. 
“well, you were going to murder me.” its a joke, but its better than what you wanted to say. its better than the truth you want to tell to this stranger you’ve just met. this god who feels peaceful somehow, behind all the terror. 
loki scoffs, so you know its okay, so you know you havent said the wrong thing yet. you know you havent gone insane, not yet, not now. 
“i would never murder someone so beautiful,” 
and maybe its the alcohol, maybe its your fight with your brother, maybe its loki’s kind words, maybe its everything. maybe you really are insane. maybe you’re angry enough for this to seem okay. maybe you’re stronger than you think, than tony thinks, to be here. maybe it’ll turn out okay. 
it doesnt matter, because the next thing you say, changes lots of things. 
“i guess you’re not so bad.” 
“i’m old enough-” 
“you’re a child.” 
“tony, you dont get to decide whats best for me! in case you forgot, you’re only my brother. not my dad, he already died-” 
“in case you forgot, i’m in charge. you’re the most irresponsible, reckless person, and you’re not leaving here until i say so.” 
“you dont just get to decide-” 
“you will stay here. try not to mess anything else up.” 
*
2 years later.
the hallway is cold while you speed through it. 
you’re not actually moving that fast, but everyone else insists on keeping the air conditioning on at all times, so even the slightest of movements invites the goosebumps to attack your arms. 
maybe you’ll complain some more about it today. its a trivial thing you care about. it matters. 
what else matters? well, theres a meeting-- one you’re late to, who cares? theres a meeting and you were supposed to be there over a half an hour ago. 
but, to be fair, you were sleeping, everyone knows you were sleeping-- what else do you do during the days when they dont invite you anywhere? so why, honestly, would they schedule a meeting for now? why would they expect you to be awake? 
why are you so goddamn late. 
these are the irritating thoughts that get you moving faster to the conference room. these are the things you can think about while you prepare your excuse out loud, and hope that no one is listening. 
and these are the thoughts that you’re thinking as you crash through the door. 
literally. 
“oops,” you mutter before looking up. this is normal for you, but, you could’ve picked a better time to fall on the floor, or any other time rather. you’re already in enough trouble as is, you dont need the shame on top of that. 
it takes a moment, but your eyes glance forward, cautious. they scan the windows, the chairs you can barely see, and hesitantly, they look at the people sitting in them. 
tony, of course, is the first one you see. head of the table as usual. arrogant and staring at you like only a brother can. 
and then, with one more tilt of your head, you see someone else. you see him, sitting next to thor, next to all of these people who are staring at you-- most of them with amusement, all of them with amusement. you see him. 
hes here. 
but, you... you thought? you cant even get up-- now. because now you’re on the floor, and now those memories are flooding back and now, oh god, your brother is coming over to you and you’re still on the floor. 
this is ridiculous, this is impossible, and this is so so embarrassing. 
“loki,” tony starts as he reaches a hand out to you, throwing you a glance that is completely rude and not necessary. “this is y/n, our clumsiest avenger.” you’re sure you can hear him mutter something after that, and judging by the snickers across the room, you’re guessing it wasnt good. none of this is good. 
as soon as you’re standing next to him, you elbow him. small enough no one could see. he deserves it, and honestly, you need it. at least, you can get this shock, these pricks of pain on your heart, out somehow. 
“sorry,” you say, maybe to everyone, maybe to yourself. but you’re still looking at him, and hes still looking at you. you cant stop staring, cant stop, wont stop. 
you wonder if hes thinking the same thing you are. if he remembers like you do. 
loki stands then, presence of a god, smile of a bastard, lips that you’re sure you recognize. is this the same person? the same god of mischief? is this him? really? 
“hi, loki, lovely to meet you.” 
and, hes definitely got to be kidding you. hes definetly got to be joking, right now. 
you dont reach out to grab his hand, you dont move away from tony, and you dont even try to hide the glare from your eyes. you dont even attempt to make an effort. 
really? i mean, really? hes going to just.. 
okay, fine. fine. breathe, smile, breathe, yell. 
theres nothing you want more than to scream at him, in so many ways, for so many reasons. 
“yes, sorry, i dont shake hands. just bodies.” 
theres a chorus of clearing throats across the room. you pretend not to notice. instead, you smile at loki, pretend to also not to notice the threatening eyes tony is trying to throw you. pretend, again and again, that you dont know who this is. 
loki’s hand slowly falls, and he glances toward his brother worriedly, but even that couldnt annoy you more than his face does at this moment. 
“i’ll let you decide how, my prince.” you snide, smile, hate. 
and then, you walk to your sit and promtly sit down. you dont bother to look up from where your glance has landed on the floor. 
and you remain like that for the rest of the meeting. its fine, you’ve already missed half of it anyway. 
who cares? 
“no, but really, where’d you get that?” 
“its asgardian,” loki leans forward, teasing you with his raised eyebrows. 
“i want it. how much?” you lean forward as well, completely serious. alcohol be damned, his scepter will be yours. you’re not one to kid. 
“you cant bargain with me, tiny human. you have nothing i want.” 
“im sure i could think of a few things... you dont even know how to be a proper villain!” you exclaim with a smirk of your own “you’re gonna want money when you’re thrown in jail.” 
“ill just take it off of you when i’ve decided im bored and offed you. plus, i’m a prince. and a god. i dont need money for anything.” 
“ha! like i could ever bore you. you seem awfully interested in me, prince loki.” 
you’re both closer, faces inches apart. really, its just the alcohol talking, but still. 
you’re smiling pretty big. 
*
you’re not sure how you got here again. how you ended up on this floor, in this kitchen, with this bottle, with these thoughts. not sure, but still. you cant really bring yourself to care too much. 
at least your throat doesnt hurt this time. at least you’re older, smarter, and most definitely not drunk. at least its not exactly the same. 
it takes more than that, now. it takes more than anything to make you angry, now. it takes a lot more to push you over the edge. you’ve grown, at least, in that aspect. 
but, you’ve been thinking of this for two years, you’ve been watching and waiting with hopeful eyes and this... this just isnt it. this isnt the dream, this isnt anything like what you’ve wanted. 
you’re still brainwashed and you’re still angry. you’ve been on the edge of the cliff for years now. 
it doesnt take much to fall off. 
you dont even know why, why you’re here, why this is happening, and its making it worse. 
you havent even seen him in two years, so why do you care so much if he wants to pretend that you’ve never met? you havent so much as spoken of him in two years, so why does it matter now that hes here? why is it so significant that he doesnt seem to care? 
you’re a fool. immature, idiotic. you’ve known this, you know this. you could’ve mentioned it every time you sat with hopeful eyes when an alien showed up, when a certain god of a certain storm appeared and you thought that maybe this time, he might’ve taken someone with him. 
you could’ve told yourself this every time you thought of him, every day you’ve thought of that night. you’re ridiculous, hopeless, and drunk. 
you’re drunk now, and you were drunk then. so why does it matter this much?
you’re drunk.
and really, this time you really arent expecting it when he walks in. 
its different from last time, different because you were already on the floor. different because now you’re mad at him, and because now for some reason you cant even explain, you know that its him. you can feel him from across the room. 
and this time, you’ve drunk a lot more. you’ve downed more than half a bottle, and you’re angrier. you’re happier, but so mad.
still, his quiet “hello” into the kitchen leaves your flame sparking. the lights are on, so he knows someone is in here. he knows you’re in here.
you’re not going to answer though, why would you? 
he doesnt repeat it, but his footsteps are clear, not accompanied with the banging of a gold scepter this time, no horns in sight. this is different, but you know exactly whats happening. you know exactly how he looks, now. 
these two years have felt like nothing, these two years of making up with your brother, of dreams of a certain god’s lips, of hoping that one day he might appear again, all of it means nothing now. there are too many memories, and you have known you’re insane for years. 
the footsteps stop again, and you know this time, hes waititng for you to answer. 
you’re drunk. that explains this feeling. you’re drunk now, you were drunk then. loki should leave because you really dont have the energy for fake pleasantries. 
“can i help you?” you ask, and try and breathe while you wait. you’re different now. 
“actually yes,” he says and its quiet. 
it leaves your stomach aching. 
“i’m looking for someone,” 
“no! never, i will never ever-” 
“technically, you just did,” 
“i hate you.” 
loki laughs, throws his head back in a motion that is unnecessarily attractive to you. “you dont even know me, darling.” 
“i can hear your thoughts, actually.” 
you’ve been leaning on him for maybe the past five minutes. you’ve been sharing this second bottle for the last half an hour. somehow, it tastes better when he’s put his lips on it. 
“is this a human trait i’m unaware of?” he sounds so serious you giggle. 
“no, just me. you picked the wrong person to drink with,” 
“and what am i thinking about now, then, since you can hear it?” 
you turn to him, you turn and theres something different in your eyes. 
“exactly what i’m thinking,” you whisper, staring down, staring at him in the same way hes staring at you. 
what are you thinking of? well, thats simple. 
*
“fresh out of luck, prince. theres no one here.” 
your voice is quiet, your head is pounding, but you cant have a hangover already. you cant be sick now, in this moment. 
its not pounding because of that, and you cant even pretend. 
its dark outstide, which you know, considering that its the middle of the night and you shouldnt even be awake. you shouldnt even be in here, considering tony banned you from stealing from his cabinets. considering, you’ve been here before. considering, all of it. 
arent you only supposed to make the same mistake once? 
“really?” he asks in an amused voice you recognize. hes closer now, you can feel it. you can hear it, the goosebumps are all over you. the buzzing started minutes ago. 
you lay down, on the floor, breathing in and out, feeling your stomach clench with every step he takes. this is ridiculous, you should be asleep, he should be on a different planet. 
“its late. go to bed, loki.” your voice is still quiet, but theres a warning in it. 
“i have a vague inkling that you arent strict with bedtime,” 
his voice is stupid, you’re stupid. why are you just sitting on the floor? 
“no, but i am strict about lying. in that, i hate it. go away.” 
maybe he wasnt expecting the sharpness in your voice, or for you to be laying on the floor. but his eyes when he stands over you, his eyes are almost how you remember them. 
“did you brainwash me?” 
you’re breathless. you cant breathe. and you cant be drunk now, because you never want to forget this, you never want him to move away. 
he tastes alien, he tastes different than anything you’ve ever tasted before, and you just cant stop. 
you lean in again, let your mouth be filled with the sweet cold of his. hes cooling you down in only the best kind of way. 
“not yet,” he says, he says and lets his hands roam across your hips, across your skin in a completely tantalizing way. you cant be drunk now, because you’d never feel like this if you were. 
you’re both breathless. you both cant breathe. 
“are you going to?” 
another kiss, another moment, another taste. you want to smile, but that would require you to move away from him, and you just cant do that.
“i dont need to,” he says, he promises. he smiles, and its evil. evil in how much it stops your heart. this cant be happening. “you’ve been dreaming of this.” 
you’re sure, he knows something you dont. hes done something to you, but you cant complain. 
you really can’t stop.
*
“are you upset?” he asks. its nothing he would’ve said before, its not a question that would’ve crossed his mind two years ago. this isnt him. 
you dont know how you know that, but you do. you know. you’ve met him before, and you’ve known him since then. in case he forgot. 
you laugh at the thought, laugh and laugh. you’re drunk. “is that sympathy i detect in the god of mischief’s voice?” you ask, and laugh. 
maybe he’ll leave just because you’re laughing so much. wouldnt that be nice? wouldnt that break your heart again, off you for good, finally?  
“well, you’re definitely intoxicated.” its sarcastic, its serious, and it makes your blood boil. who is he to judge you? who is he to say anything to you? to be here now, and expect you to answer questions?
you sit up, stare at him for too long, and then your face is a scowl hotter than the sun. you hope hes terrified, but you feel so small. you hope hes terrified, but you know hes not. how could he be, when you’re sure you look like a mess, worse than last time? 
“you would know a lot about that, wouldnt you loki? considering you were so drunk that you’ve forgotten all about me?” its rhetorical, its cruel, and it makes his eyes falter the tiniest bit. 
this. this is what you dont need. this is an emotion you never want to feel again, because you’re tired of the anger. you’ve been living it all your life, and you’e tired of it. but maybe thats what drew loki to you, maybe thats what he likes best. maybe thats why hes still standing in front of you. 
maybe thats what makes him a bad guy. 
he doesnt answer, and so you continue. you continue and you should just stop speaking. “excuse me, your highness, but i really just want to be alone right now. so, if you wouldnt mind, i’ve already claimed the kitchen floor.” you laugh, gesture somewhere you dont know. “tony has plenty of other spaces for you to infiltrate.” 
you think maybe its enough. you think hes going to leave, you think you’ll get to be alone for the rest of the night, maybe drink enough to forget that you ever met him, but then hes still standing there. he doesnt move an inch. 
you dont know what hes still doing here. you can see the light reflecting on his face, you can see his blank eyes, you cant see anything in him that you want anymore. of course, except everything. 
“loki,” you groan and stand up. you set the bottle on the counter next to you, and cross your arms. waiting. for anything, for everything. 
“i didnt forget you, and i wasn’t drunk.” 
oh, really? you scoff, scoff and take another sip before answering. 
“well, thats lovely for you, but-” 
“i was trying to be considerate, in case you didnt want your brother to know we’d already met.” 
some part of you, one you left behind two years ago when you woke up all alone, some part of you thinks thats sweet. some part of you wants to smile just because he said it. some part of you. 
the other part, just wants to scream. 
“well, thanks loki, but ‘considerate’ would’ve been, maybe, not leaving me to wake up alone in the morning.” 
really, its time for bed now, so, promptly, you try to past him, you try and try and. 
you’re back in the past again. goddamn, him.
*
“we shouldnt be-” you gasp before you can finish. you gasp and loki laughs against your skin. “this is a kitchen-” 
“there are worse places,” he promises in an awfully smooth voice, a voice you think you’ve maybe been dreaming of for years, a voice you want to drink. you’re intoxicated, and its not the alcohol. 
“loki, i’m drunk, you’re drunk.” 
“i am not drunk,”
“okay, mr. god, but this is still a kitchen.” 
he smiles up at you, kisses your skn again. 
“shh,” he says. 
you gasp again. 
“..i had to leave. i didnt think it would...” he stops, stares at you for a moment before looking down. hes standng in front of you, not letting you move, not letting you think. “i didnt think it would worry you. i’m terribly sorry,” 
it sounds sincere, but then again, so did his promises before. 
“okay, loki.” you relent, you sigh, you take a step back and smile at him. none of it is real. “cool, thats nice. i’ll be going to bed now-” 
“i’ve wanted to see you for two years,” 
your mouth drops open. your eyes buldge, and you almost want to smack him. this, this is really all grand. 
this is so unfair. this is a cruel reminder you never wanted. this is a nightmare, come true. 
“i’m drunk. i’m leaving,” 
but again, he stops you, he stops you and you dont know why. why he wont just let you go, why he sought you out tonight, why this matters, why you care. 
why you got so goddamn attached to him that night, why you’d felt like a new person when you woke up the next morning and he was gone. 
you take a breath in. you smile again, you push down the flames burning at your throat. “we can both forget it, if you’d prefer. i promise i wont tell anyone, and we can just move on.” 
the words, the words you’re trying to offer him as a method of peace, those words, they send loki away from you. they make his face shift, they make him move back. 
he looks angry now. he looks how you feel.
“you want to forget it?” he asks, even though you just said it, even though you’ve already answered that question. even though, he knows what you meant. 
you arent slurring your words. 
“i just want to...” you cant finish that sentence though, and instead you nod. its enough, it doesnt take effort and its nothing special. it’s the truth, so, he’ll have to accept it.
you’ll go to bed now, you’ll forget that you’ve wanted to talk to him, that you still want to kiss him now. you’ll forget, and so will he. 
it will be easy. nothing more than a piece of cake. 
“i’m sorry,” he whispers later, later when you cant remember your name, when you’ve remembered that you still havent even told him. 
“for what?” 
he kisses your neck instead of answering. 
‘you’re beautiful,” he says, you cant breathe, and hes still speaking. “i didn’t tell you before,” he breathes in and you can feel it in your stomach, can feel that sweet swirling deep inside. “i’m sorry”
“don’t worry about it..”
its late now, too late. you dont want to go to sleep. you never want to fall asleep again, not when you’ve just.. 
not with him. 
the kitchen floor is awfully comfortable. your eyes are falling, faster than you want them to.
*
“just want to what?” hes not hearing the words, and no matter what you might’ve said, you cant read his mind. 
“loki,” its another warning, because hes moving closer, because you can feel him again, because you still remember how he tastes. because that buzzing, the buzzing you’ve felt for so long, its digging itself deeper into your skin. 
“i dont want to forget,” he saiys, and no matter how much you want to believe it, it just sounds like another empty promise. sounds like something you’ve already heard. 
its not enough, but its just want you want. what you want is just there.. 
“i was drunk that night, i was sick. i was...” 
angry is the word you’re thinking of, but his lips are the ones you can feel. but his smile is the one you want, but his eyes, but his face, but his skin. 
his lips, his face, his skin, his touch. its been in your mind since then. its been glued to your thoughts. its stuck, and you want to peel it off. 
you arent supposed to be here, you arent supposed to be in this room, you arent supposed to be drinking this liquor, and you arent supposed to kiss him. 
you’ve gone insane for sure now. you aren’t supposed to do this.
and so, you do. 
*
you’re on the floor when you wake up. your head is pounding, your eyes are glued shut, but somehow they’re open. 
you dont remember where you are, you dont remember why you’re here. 
but you do remember... loki. loki, murderer, god, thief. he was here, you’re in the kitchen. 
his eyes, his lips, his peace, his lips, his skin, oh god. 
he was here. 
you look, you look around, you feel the pain in your body, you feel the anger piling up, you feel the ache in your neck, you feel it all and you look around. 
hes gone. he is. 
your head is pounding and hes gone. you cant remember why. 
*
masterlist here. 
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trop1cal-punk · 2 years
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Joe Hills Headcanons
Reminder that Joe Hills uses any pronouns and speedrun because im gonna stream in like two minutes
- Second oldest child of Herobrine, other parent is unknown
- has some kind of omnipresence. It helps with being a mod  
- Is like 6 foot 6 inches (198 cm) They remind me of a willow tree
- stole his outfit from dad, had Cleo sew on the @ to claim it as hers. 
- The brines have like family dinner every Friday, Cleo is invited to those, She always goes. Herobrine is a surprisingly good cook.
- Homie used up all their rage in her youth.
- His glasses do the John Egbert effect (Tm) where the glasses blink and such because it was either wear glasses or do contacts and Joe was not down for contacts
- Yeah her eyes do have a glow to them
- Is a ghost in season 9 but is chill with it because one who do you think brought cleo back to life and two taught his siblings (c!Eret and Dakota((a oc of mine))) to do necromacy. It was a two birds with one stone situation.
- Was the oldest sibing for a while, Herobrine was a single dad, as like a last resort, Hero would make Joe baby sit. UNTIL THEY ALL FOUND OUT KERALIS of all people was also a child of herobrine.
- ((lemme clarify here, Herobrine is like Zeus but actually responsible. Hes a really good dad. Always going above and beyond. He only comes to collects kids, which most have been picked up if the mom does not want them.)) 
- How Joe and Cleo met was like some underground fighting rings, I said he had used up his anger in his youth.
- The silhouette of their hair is the same as princess peaches just condensed to shoulder length. 
- The green hair was from one of c!Erets makeover sessions. They are enforced and happen at least once a year. 
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redphlox · 4 years
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headcanon that, after the Dabi reveal, the Todoroki siblings each create their own Twitter accounts and tweet "Touya-nii, please come home!"various times a day in an effort to get Dabi's attention. The hashtag #touyanii starts to trend. None of the sibings had social media accounts ever before but they take the internet by storm. Natsuo dyes his hair black and advocates for his brother's mental health issues using his knowledge of medical welfare. Fuyumi tweets pictures of every meal she cooks and captions them with, "I saved some for you too, Touya-nii." Shouto shuts down anyone who talks shit about Touya in his nonchalant, calm, straight savage way. The hashtag #fiveweewees starts to trend because of those elementary school kids he met at the provisional hero license re-test. They also want Shouto's brother to come home. So do Fuyumi's students, who draw pictures of Fuyumi and her brother holding hands and tweet them on their parents' accounts. The 1A kids show their support by also @'ing Dabi, some of them roasting him in an effort to rile him up and come out of wherever he's hiding, and some of them pleading with him. To the siblings, it feels like talking to a ghost because there's no sign of Touya ever knowing about their tweets, but they'll keep doing anything to reach their brother.
And then one day, there's a new Twitter account that responds to Natsuo's tweets. @touyaisagreatname says, "Get some piercings too. Would look cool."
And that's all the siblings need to know that Touya is still somewhere there aware they want him back, and they'll keep on fighting to bring him home.
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jamesrawson · 7 years
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Bank holiday beer festival with the wolf pup! 🐺🍺😎☀️#beerfestival #summertime #husky #siberianhusky #sibe #huskygram #ghost #huskylife #huskyfamily #huskydad #studiodog #dogsofinstagram #goodtimes
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betraeyer · 3 years
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the vibe u give me is like. ghost of victorian child who has a wicked sense of humour. do not ask me to elaborate, i shan't
#sibes (sage vibes)
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silviakundera · 4 years
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MDZS fic Recs
These are recs of fics either partially or wholly centered in the novel canon.
Post-Novel
Five Times Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng Had a Civil Conversation, and One Time They Didn't
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20331826
Yes, this is about the brothers! But also about the next generation, Jin Ling making (his first) friends with the Lan squad, and great married WWX/LWJ. Basically just a wonderful coda to the novel, where life moves on and people start to heal. It's not a canon extra but it feels like it could be.
Canon Divergence
Tame
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17481809
In which WWX and LWJ accidentally hatch a baby Xuanwu. Any fandom old will love & appreciate this masterpiece.
This Tornado Loves You
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17077166
In the Jingshi, after Koi Tower. Same amazing author as Linger in the Sun, except this time doing MDZS. Love this author's Lan Wangji!
nothing gold can stay
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16392617
LWJ rescues WWX from Wen Chao before he can be tossed in the Burial Mounds. They go on the run! The same author who did Tame. I am v sad they didn't write 25 of these things :(
treacherous in blue
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22205842
what if MDZS!Lan Wangji was less of a failboat and made an effort to communicate during the Sunshot Campaign?
And Hide Him Away
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1657699
Wen Qing listens to reason and Lan Wangji takes Wei Wuxian back to The Cloud Recesses and hides him away.
Seldom All They Seem
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22219615
MDZS but with some elements stolen from The Untamed. In an AU where there is no homophobia in the cultivation world, YanLi is not the only Jiang sibing with a childhood political betrothal. This doesn't actually fix most things, at least at the start. (ah! A well written Lan Wangji just rips at my heart!!)
Dream of a funeral; hear of a marriage
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23581942
I love when an author takes a crack fic concept and plays it straight. Plus, some fantastic WWX characterization and dialogue. This was a delightful retelling of the novel, with a twist.
"You are… aware of my brother's circumstances?"
"The whole cultivation partner, spouse, duel thing? Yeah, the people who kept attacking him when we were travelling was a giveaway that something was up."
Like the Setting Sun
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1456930
Instead of the Wen Remnants rising from the blood pool in the 2nd seige, what if they had became ghosts who haunted the cultivation world? Continuing WIP series but 34K words written so far and worth reading as it is.
Neat AUs
A Theory of Creation
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22966822
Automata were not to be sympathized with.
Steampunk rendition of MDZS!! Very good, cool concept that is well executed.
Into The Dark
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1604587
In which WWX is adopted by the Wen clan instead of the Jiangs. Unfinished series but there's enough here to be interesting and worth your time even if nothing else is written.
The Terminus of Gravity
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23055394
Space opera AU! This is a smart sci-fi re-imagining of MDZS.
And So My Heart Beats Wildly
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17426555
The modern cultivators AU novel that everyone in fandom recs, because it's fantastic. I almost didn't include, as it's so known and obvious but. just in case.
@dangermousie the promised rec set 2 🙌
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chaoticdisater · 4 years
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tua ep 5: hello by adele in swedish?
alright maybe ive calmed down but no i havent because I am watching these all in a row and leting these post in the queue so yeah, I did get tea tho 
why is pogo the charater we needed more backstory for? anyways i guess grace was a scienist 
pogo also went to the moon, 
oop, pogo and luther have a lot in common maybe they should start a support group, 
when you read to your monkey in greek and your a better father to your monkey then to your actual adopted children, 
i mean lila come on you knew this would happen 
‘how many rock bottoms are you gonna have to hit before you start takeing care of your self,’ be im gonna guess this will not be the last time and why are you on the ground
allison really desided that this was the time to sit on the floor with her brother and not deal with there trama and the opression of the world, 
oh they slept togeather, thats fun, I want vanya to have a nice girl but we all know this wont end well, 
hey luther went on a road trip to, try and find his dad, and as digeo said it best, reiganled skaned luthers heart, 
carl is just trying to vibe as fair as i see it, absenty but hes happy about his showerhead deal, 
oop vanya blew some shit up 
klaus really called it like the audance did 
‘no sorry ghost cant time travel’ ‘are you kidding me’ 
allison making digeo say hi to her is the biggest sibing move ever, 
“klaus is.. doing something werid and pervy but probly related” 
klaus called allison out so quick like if you have to use the word technically your already in troble,
‘the only thing the umbrella academy knows about love is how to screw it up’ 
if allison and klaus treated vanya like that when they where children maybe the world wouldn't have ended, just saying 
this show really said, lets to dance scenes that make no sense
have i said that i love this sound track because i do
is this hello by adele in swedish? 
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another art contest thing, this time for lyss_butterscotch on insta, bc their Ghost gijinka is a good fluffy-haired baby. And my Bloom kinda slipped in there lol
funtimes when you get to show your long lost little brother/sibing?? some fancy magic tricks you learned from one of your new lesbian moms
+COMMISSION INFO+ +OPEN ADOPTS+
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ask-beacons-finest · 6 years
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Hello poly babies ! And yes you're all babies to me ♡ what's histories and legends you babies hear about your mommies? My favorite one is " if team RWBY have a problem just YEET Yang at it " good times (Asked by anon)
Basil, excitedly: The one where they fight the giant robot!!!
Clove, equally excited: That one was so coooool!!! I hope we get to fight a giant robot!
Basil, teasing: I bet if you had a fight with a robot you'd lose!
Clove, growling at him: Says the one who can't win a fight against me!
Basil, jumping at her, shouting as the two start to scuffle: NOT TRUE!
Tarra, awkwardly standing off to the side, side-stepping further away to not be caught up in her sibings' fighting: Umm...I like the story about Mom, how she ran away...and thought everyone hated her, but she found the courage to go back...I'm glad she did.
Tarra, tapping her fingers together: Auntie Il-...uh, big Sis Ilia says that's when Mom saved her too, I don't know what she saved her from though. Momma said I'll learn that when I'm older.
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Thyme, laying sprawled out on their room's floor, staring at the ceiling: I dunno. Don't really have a favorite.
Thyme, shrugging: I also have way more stories about our Moms than everyone else does. So...yeah.
Thyme, yawning: Mutter becoming the Headmistress of Beacon is pretty neat, even though that timeline just...sucks.
Thyme, shifting a bit to scooch into a ray of sunlight, basking in the warmth: In this timeline specifically? Eh. Guess when they uhhh...
Thyme, blankly: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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Parsley, sitting in her own room, meditating on the floor: ...mmm.
Parsley, slowly opening her eyes, remaining still: Momma and Mom...confronting Adam together. Vowing to go through life protecting each other...staying at each other's side.
Parsley, slowly inhaling, exhales before speaking again: I don't know everything about Adam. Only that he was a ghost that haunted both of them, and sometimes still does.
Parsley, her hands clenching to fists: Their strength and determination to overcome this obstacle, together.
Parsley, shaking her head, loosening the tension in her hands and body: It's something I respect in all of them...something I hope they will one day respect in me.
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beautifulnightmvre · 6 years
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Hey, demons. Lexie again with my girl, Melinoë. This is probably going to be shorter that Danny’s but love my girl !!
{ ALISHA BOE, cis female, she/her, fear manipulation, the racers } MELINOË WARREN entered the shop for a reading and drew QUEEN OF SWORDS during their session. the TWENTY-THREE has lived in henrietta for TWENTY-THREE and is a WAITRESS at NINO’S, but they’ve always been known around town for being persistent and machiavellian. the power of the ley line is spreading, and it might claim them too.
about.
Named after the Greek goddess of nightmares, ghosts & madness, Melinoë Warren was always a bit of an odd child.
Born and raised in Henrietta, Melinoë was raised by a mother after her father walked on on them before she was born, leaving mom and her older sister behind.
Melinoë was always an independent child, often home alone because her mom worked long hours.
When her mother was home, she often had one of many ‘friends’ over.
Melinoë attended Henrietta High School and always planned on going to college and she did, but her sophomore year, her mom got sick and passed away suddenly. 
After her mother died, she dropped out and returned home to Henrietta to help her sister with her two children.
personality.
Melinoë isn’t always the nicest person, she can come off as quite bitchy, but she often means well.
Once you get to know her, she’s fairly easy to get along with. 
important stats.
full name: Melinoë Diana Warren
age & birthday: 23, October 31
parents: Ophelia Warren✝
sibings: 1 older sister
education: Henrietta High School & some college
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